heretocollect | [RL with Tyki | Where we going, baby?]

Tyki knew enough about Nabiki to know what she would want to see. So he pulled up in his Pagani Zonda (http://stephenschleicher.com/podcast/image/2007/03/05_10/Pagani_Zonda_R_side2.jpg) and leaned out the window, pulling a set of shades off and looking her up and down.

"Very cute," he purred. "Shall I park, or do you want to hop in?"

Nabiki smirked at the car choice. It looked expensive and very, very fast. His question didn't even warrant an answer.

She climbed into the car and asked immediately, "Where to?"

He chuckled as she jumped into the car, sliding the sunglasses back on and pulling away from her house.

"Do you have a preference, or shall I surprise you?" he replied.

Nabiki leaned back in the leather seat, making herself comfortable. She wouldn't let him know how impressed she was just yet. "Any where you want to, baby."

Tyki was pretty sure Nabiki was impressed, though he didn't expect her to show it outwardly. He was determined to shatter her calm, though.

"I thought we could take a little tour, from top to bottom," he said conversationally. "Sound good?"

As he put his car into gear and took off down the road at high speed, calibrating the world-hopping mechanism, his eyes glittered somewhat with barely-concealed mischief.

With a smirk, Nabiki nearly purred, "Sounds perfect." He went fast, faster then she'd ever been in a car, and that was just as perfect as anything else.

She prepared her elbow on the window, chin in her palm. Pretending to look at the passing scenery, but really watching Tyki from the corner of her eye.

He was hot. And dangerous. And loaded. And definitely up for some fun.

She hid another smirk.

Tyki's smirk widened, and with a flash they vanished from Japan.

"Shall we gaze at the stars, my dear?" he purred as the blinding light faded.

They were racing along a dusty red landscape, craggy and rough-hewn mountains rising up around them as they drove along an ancient and dry riverbed. Tyki brought the car to a stop and glanced around with interest.

"Arid," he commented, looking out at Mars' alien landscape. "What do you think?"

It was red, and looked pretty dry. A desert or something, and the sky wasn't even a pretty color. She snorted. "How quaint."

No people. No lights. Why was he muttering about stars?

This isn't what she expected at all.

Tyki could tell that she wasn't impressed, but he grinned. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Out the driver's side, my dear," he said, opening the door. "You'll need to stay close or you'll suffocate."

He cocked his head. "Wouldn't you at least like to be the only one you know who's set foot on Mars before we head to Venice for dinner?"

Nabiki slid out the door behind him, following along. Resisting the urge to cross her arms and ~~pout~~ frown. Why was he bringing her here? This was nowhere special-

Wait, what, Mars?

And Venice. Which would be much better. "I'm not going to Italy in these clothes, Tyki-baby."

Tyki slipped his arms around her, holding her close as she got out of the car. "Don't you worry," he said. "These are perfect clothes for walking on Mars, after all. And then we'll do a little shopping before making our reservations."

He cocked his head, giving her a wink. "And I am buying you exactly one outfit, so get those dollar-signs out of your eyes, my dear Nabiki," he added playfully.

Yeah, her shorts and T-shirt were good. It was kind of hot up here. Shouldn't it be boiling, though?

Right. Must be magic or ki or something. Or an illusion. But illusions wouldn't have this much red dust. (Her shoes were going to be ruined, but Nabiki could always have Tyki buy her new ones.)

"Only one? How stingy." He'd buy her more, she'd make sure of it. A little coxing always did the trick; challenges were always a nice change of pace. Grinning up at him, she said, "It better be expensive~"

Tyki's magic was definitely protecting Nabiki from the elements - for one thing, they were breathing air.

He laughed. "I guess we'll see who's the better player," he said, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Because you're not the only one here."

Cocking his head, he added. "Shall we, my dear? If Mars isn't exciting enough for you, perhaps Venice will crack that aplomb of yours."

Her eyes sharpened right back at him, meeting his challenge with a stare of her own. "Sounds interesting."

No, Mars wasn't really doing it for her. Why would she want to go to other planets? Earth was good enough. "Let's go to Venice"

Though she did scoop up a piece of rock and put it in her pocket. Moon rock was insanely expensive. People would go crazy over sometime from Mars.

Tyki grinned at the move, watching her slip the rock into her pocket and imagining he knew what she wanted it for. "Of course," he teased. "You wouldn't want to leave without a souvenir."

The short jaunt had told him a little something about Nabiki, though. The girl wasn't as easily impressed as Kasumi, that was for sure. She didn't want outlandish fantasy - this was, perhaps, a little too far to go.

Sliding into the driver's seat and gunning the engine, he took off once more across the surface of Mars. "Venice it is," he said, and in a flash of light they were racing along a small, twisting road in Italy. Across the water, visible despite the distance, Venice sat low and majestic.

She shrugged at his comment, and looked out the window again. This was a nice car, just not anything she was used to seeing. 'Must be foreign.' Leather seats were always a plus.

And so were lights in the distance. "Much better~" Nabiki said, wondering where they were going first.

Some place fancy, probably. Tyki liked to show off.

Tyki found a place to pull off the road and parked the car on a gravel shoulder beside a field, then he got out of the car.

"Come," he said, holding out a hand towards her and offering her an impish smile. "This is a good spot to leave the car."

Nabiki frowned at his hand, disapproval written all over her face. "We're walking?" Where was a gondola when you needed one?

Tyki laughed. "Don't be silly. We can't walk on water." He gestured towards the strait separating them from the city. "And there are no roads that go to Venice, so I can't drive the car there."

He cocked his head, his hand still held out precisely where it had been. "Don't you trust me, my dear Nabiki?"

As far as I can through you, and your bags of money too.

With a smile she didn't mean, Nabiki said, "Of course, Tyki-baby. Wouldn't be here if I didn't."

Tyki didn't believe her for a moment. His eyes glittered.

"Then take my hand, my dear," he purred.

At least he was being a gentleman about it. Nabiki took his hand.

Tyki drew her close and put his other hand on her waist, as if they were about to begin waltzing. Then their feet left the ground.

There was almost no sensation of movement. The air felt as solid under her feet as if she were standing on the ground, but they flew quickly up into the night air and across the water towards Venice.

Being up in the air wasn't that new; Ranma took her places sometimes when she was in a hurry. Thing was, he jumped and had to carry her, and Tyki was floating in the air. It didn't even feel like floating, more like being on a moving walkway without the bumps and mechanical noise. That wasn't normal.

Just pretty convenient.

"Very nice, Tyki-baby," she said, shifting her weight to lean against his side. "How long's it take?"

"We'll be there in a trice, my dear," Tyki purred, snuggling her a little closer as the lights grew nearer.

He touched down in the Piazza San Marco (http://www.bestpriceart.com/vault/wgart_-art-c-canalett-3-canal306.jpg) and gently let her go, offering her his arm once more in a gentlemanly fashion.

"I do believe there's a lovely little restaurant just a short distance away," he said. "Shall we take a gondola or walk the bridges?"

What a marvel of Western architecture. She wondered how long it took to build, and how much it would have cost.

"A gondola," she said, taking his arm, "to a clothing store." A T-shirt and short-shorts to the kind of restaurant Tyki was suggestion? No way.

Tyki chuckled, heading across the pigeon-covered piazzo to the nearest dock, where a gondola was sitting. "Naturally~" he purred.

He tossed a few coins to the boatman and they climbed aboard, seating themselves in the small wooden boat as the man poled it away from the dock. Buildings rose up on either side of the canal, built right up to the water, and they passed under a small arched stone bridge.

Now this was nice. Like something out of a movie. A romantic movie, but a movie still. There was something missing, though...

Leaning up against his side, Nabiki gave Tyki the eyes no one could resist. "Doesn't the boatman sing?"

Tyki slipped his arm around her waist and rested his fingers on her hip. She was young, but not too young to enjoy a bit of a snuggle, at least. And she was far less chaste than Kasumi, he was willing to bet.

"Oh, I think so," he purred, and flicked his fingers at the boatman, gesturing for him to get on with it. The man cleared his throat and began to sing in Italian.

It was a nice afternoon in Venice, on a gondola, with an Italian man singing in a deep, carrying voice. She was with a charming guy who did what she said (alibet more coherently than the drooling school boys she was used to). he was literally purring at her, with the kind of smile she hardly ever got to see be charming.

This was the kind of life she wanted.

Leaning closer, she smiled, eyes half lidded. "Thanks~"

Tyki was having a good time, too. He was in a beautiful city he'd only visited a few times, on a boat with a pretty girl in his arms, who even had a braincell or two to rub together.

She was a challenge, and that was even more fun.

He relaxed with her against him for a few minutes, listening to the lapping of the water on the piles, then the gondola bumped gently into a dock. "Ah, here we are," he said. "There's a lovely little shop here that should have everything you need."

A nice ride and an even nicer destination. She sat up just enough to look over.

The dock...looked like a dock. Not that she was excepting gold encrusted walkways, but that would have been something, at least.

Sitting up all the way, Nabiki waited for Tyki to get out first. A gentleman always went before the lady. And he actually was one.

Tyki hopped nimbly up onto the dock and then offered Nabiki a hand to help her up. She wasn't wearing a skirt yet, but when she was wearing one the hand would be not just a courtesy, but pretty much necessary.

The habit was all too ingrained for him not to offer the hand, anyway. As Nabiki said, he was a gentleman.

"The shop is just this way," he said, offering her his arm once more as he led her up the the stone steps to the street level and across the walkway to a small and very exclusive-looking boutique.

Nabiki took his hand and then his arm, admiring the store. Classy place.

The dresses in the window were like something out of a magazine, though the style wasn't anything like the current in Japan. No lace and bright colors but sleek lines and what should probably be called elegance. They had better take orders, or have something different inside, because nothing they were displaying was anything she wanted.

Tyki brought her into the store, where there were several more dummies showing off fabulously expensive and varied fashions. "See anything that appeals to you, my dear?" he asked, mentally settling in for what was likely a long afternoon of shopping.

Nabiki took it all in with a critical eye, circling the dummies and their dresses. Everything from rose bud hips (http://english.people.com.cn/200506/04/images/0603_A58.jpg) to low cut and poofy. (http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2007-07/12/xin_4420704121333171299719.jpg) Nothing there.

But in the back...sleek and shiny, not too bad. (http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2006-08/16/xinsrc_222080316204142114131.jpg) Nice way to show off the legs~

"Do you have this in a darker color?" That kind of blue was not her at all.

Tyki stood back and let Nabiki work, giving the odd opinion, but leaving it to the woman to negotiate with the clerk. The clerk went into the back and rummaged around, returning with a gorgeous dress similar to the one Nabiki had liked, but in a deep plum colour.

"How is this, miss?" she asked. "The colour will bring out your eyes, and the colour of your hair."

Nabiki looked it over, felt the fabric between her fingers. "Let's see." She had the attendant bring the dress back to the changing rooms to try it on.

It fell across her hips a little funny, not fully embracing them like the other dresses would have, and the cut wasn't as high as the other. The color was nice, though.

Not nice enough.

She had the clerk bring out another one that was similar. It clung more and wasn't as revealing, chest wise. Admiring herself in the mirror, Nabiki still looked skeptical.

"Put it in the maybe pile," she told the clerk. "Bring another."

It was a little while before she was done, choosing three dresses in the end to model for Tyki. The plum one, a high cut slit at the side to show off come leg, but modest in the neckline, she came out in first.

Tyki leaned against the counter, comfortable and patient. But he played with a deck of cards in his hands, practicing different tricks in his deft fingers.

He looked up at her as she came out, letting his eyes travel over her figure and take in every detail. "Nice," he purred, "Though I'm curious to see the others."

[RL with Tyki | Where we going, baby?]

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DDDDDDDDDD: This took for ever I'm so sorry!!!

It's OK! I've been swallowed up by RL lately anyway, hahaha

:D Same same and thank you~

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