Hello, here I am again ... it took a long time, I hope someone remembers me, didn't have the opportunity to write. But even now I won't get too much, make no hope ... :(
This is just an experiment, too, because I wanted to publish something again. Don't tear it up too much, it would be great to hear a few comments ... or a mail. See you then, your noodle
PS: I couldn't quite handle the upload, I'm "new" ... so don't be surprised if something is wrong!

Beautiful. How the brilliant blue filled his field of vision ...
Surrounded by fluffy white.
So it was true ... it was just beautiful here - at least from a distance.
Well ... that didn't make up for having to leave home for what was now a truly silly mission.
But it was too late to think about it now, so he leaned back and enjoyed the view. It would be better if he got to work quickly and then the matter was eaten, he could return home - everyone was happy ...Kasumi hummed a happy song - the washing up was done by itself.
The song also prevented her from mocking the noisy Ranma or being angry about Akane, who had once again bought the wrong fish that didn't fit her concept at all. Well ... in reality, as the saying goes, she didn't care.
A loud clang tore her from her thoughts and also from the melody of her song.
A look over her shoulder told her that P-chan was sitting in a pile of shards, almost crowned by Ranma himself.
So that was the source of all the noise.
She sighed.
Kasumi started to say something, but changed her mind. She waited until Ranma, with an apologetic smile in the direction of Kasumi and a furious glance in the direction of P-chan, went to explain to P-chan what roast pork actually means.
The awkward stumbling made her smile.
But only a little ... and she set about sweeping up the broken pieces.Sometimes she really wondered if it wouldn't be better just to find a husband, her own happiness, so to speak. After all, she wouldn't be able to run her father's household forever ... or could she?
The thought of leaving her father to his fate with a pack of hungry monsters and pubescent daughters made her stomach ache.
Quite apart from the fact that she was now absolutely unspontaneous and preferred to live in an orderly manner (even if the current situation could not, God knows, be called orderly) - besides, she didn't like any changes, at least not too sudden.
But she was tired of only having to look after the Tendo family, she also wanted to lead a life of her own. She saw that Akane would one day run her own household with Ranma (but what a household!) And would be happy, but above all independent.
She saw coming, how Nabiki would marry some rich buffoon and continue to pile up the money - and be free from her father at the same time.And you?
She would then be alone ...
Not that Kasumi didn't love her father, on the contrary ... but that was almost unbearable!
This gang of rascals - and their father played shogi all day without even bothering about their welfare. All that mattered to him was Akane and Combat School.
Kasumi flopped the plate back into the sink and shook his head. How could she think something like that ???

But the night brought no improvement and Kasumi decided to do something, something spontaneous ...

He was scared.
What a primitive society.
And so ... ugly.
And small.
The clothes were hideous, the food almost nauseating and what they called women ... well ... that was quite acceptable - but not consistently!
He had been told that he could live in a so-called hotel until he had done his job. And he had been told that he should get this job done quickly, until it was blown, or possibly still - if only a little - how it would become.Since he had been shown a film, he was also familiar with the procedure for checking in at a hotel.
So that wasn't a problem, even if you stared at him strangely, which he was prepared for.
Well, he was probably staring at these creatures funny too.
He was now on a bed. It was so ... soft ... kind of comfortable, not like his sleeping arrangements.
At least something good.
He had been prepared first class.
He should mingle with these beings in order to be able to fulfill his mission.
But if he was honest with himself, then he was a bit scared. He had learned a lot about these beings, but what he should think of them or how they would behave in detail, that now didn't even know and that was scary.
Besides, he had absolutely no idea where to start looking.

Kasumi was a little worried that these crazy beings could even survive without her, but she was curious to see the result.At the moment she was busy with something else, namely what she should be doing now.
Yes, she had packed her things, yes, she had bought a ticket to Kyoto to relax a bit. Yes, she had decided to do something.
Just...
...what the hell???

In any case, the hotel was really pretty, it was bearable here.
And the staff was pleasant too.
And the food - she didn't have to cook! A dream.
She looked around. Their ramen tasted great, but it was just damn hot. She let it cool down a bit, sipped her tea - let her gaze wander.
There was an incredibly overweight family. But they weren't Japanese.
They were probably Americans.
At least that's what she believed, after everything Nabiki had told her about the Americans.
They were sitting in the immediate vicinity, she heard the man say, who incidentally made up almost twice as much as his wife, and Kasumi now made twice as much as he ordered something: hamburgers.Kasumi rolled her eyes. Nabiki must have been right.
But then she turned back to her ramen, embarrassed, a little ashamed of her thoughts.
A lone woman sat a little further at the entrance. She was very smartly dressed, just modern, just office, just the opposite of Kasumi.
In her current emotional state, Kasumi envied this woman - her freedom.
But otherwise she would have sighed and thought how atypical this was for a woman, how much better she had it herself.
In the end she was confused anyway, why worry about any people, that was so amazing, she never did that, but now ... she was in a city that was almost foreign to her.
What was she doing here?
Looking for your freedom?
Her luck?
Their happiness lay in this Tendo family, no matter how terrible they were sometimes. Her father would certainly not forget to look for a husband for her too. She just had to have faith.
She decided to leave very quickly, preferably immediately.But only after she has finished her ramen.

He tried eating. Even if it might be fruitful. But then maybe he would get on - in his silly mission.
With a cynically raised eyebrow he looked around and made the place disgusting, but he did not want to attract attention and went completely into it.
There were only two women, each at a different table, and a truly repulsive family.
But he didn't want to sit alone, he was more afraid of that than of a conversation ... it would be better if he took the initiative and put an end to this farce.
One woman looked unattractive.
The other nice and kind of pretty.

"Hello. May I sit down ... I'd like some company if you don't mind ..."
"Oh! Of course!"
...
"Where are you from? - You look like you don't come from here!"

Kasumi was looking at this giant of a guy. He looked incredibly good.
But also so different. As if he had never been in this country or in any other country she knew.He looked like he knew more than she did, but again so much less ...
How right she was.

He got suspicious. Had she smelled the roast?
"No ..." he replied hesitantly, but truthfully. "I actually don't come from here."
Kasumi eyed him critically. It sounded like he didn't want to tell where he was from, for whatever reason, but she respected that and didn't respond.

"To be honest, I'm not from here either. At least not from this city. It's nice to meet someone."
She smiled.

His features relaxed. She seemed really nice.
What was he so suspicious of.
Completely superfluous.
"My name is Glib."
"Uh ..."

Kasumi almost laughed, what a strange name. No, he really didn't come from anywhere ...

"I am Kasumi!"

They didn't talk.
They didn't eat. Above all, not him.
But they communicated.
Kasumi felt incredibly comfortable, the thought of traveling home had completely passed out of her mind.And he'd forgotten where he was.
She didn't know what she was feeling and he didn't know what to do.
The look of her clear and kind eyes rested on his face and he didn't want to know it anywhere else, but he wanted ... to know more.
He got up without leaving her eyes and she followed him too, which was reassuring, and they went out into the street, where they were followed with different looks.
It didn't take long for Kasumi to hook himself up to him, something she would never have done if she hadn't been totally under the spell of this man, and she didn't even know why.

He brushed her hair away, she giggled ...

Well, the whole program of two lovers.

But, they weren't in love ... they were just connected.

Correct! Connected.

It was just magic.

At least it felt like magic to her.

In reality, however, a process had begun that Glib did not know about and for which he was not prepared.Namely a process that would do its job.

AND THE ORDER IS THE ONLY THING THAT COUNTS!

And so the tape broke. For a moment, at least, long enough for him to ask the crucial question.

"Can I ask you a favor?"
She nodded, bewitched, because her bond was still intact, in fact perfectly.
"But you mustn't laugh ..."
Kasumi listened to the wonderfully dark sound of his voice, her skin trembled when he leaned over and whispered in her ear what he wanted.

Almost floating she disappeared into a big house, a few seconds she was back again, the Glibs tape was complete again and he could hardly wait for her to put a bag in his hand.
But with the touch of her