Subject: [FFML] [C&C][Fanfict][R.5/SM][Final Draft]Awkward Consequences: Chapter 1
From: Michael A Chase
Date: 6/13/2002, 3:04 AM
To: Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@psu.edu>, "FFML (E-mail)" <ffml@anifics.com>


Suggested changes: {before : after}

On Sun, 5 May 2002 01:08:26 -0400 Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu>
wrote:

In a cascade of soap and water she wiped away the {tracts : tracks} left by her tears
and glanced in the mirror. All she saw was herself.

Hotaru took a look at Michiru, and could see that she was not going to be
happy until she had an answer. "No {mama : Mama}," she lied.

Should have planned a fallback lie.

Suddenly, Haruka's worried expression transformed into a conpiratorial
smirk. Hotaru's father figure leaned forward with a glint in her eye. "So,
Hotaru-chan, who's the boy?"

Of course, the best lie is one they think up for you.

With that out of the way Hotaru sighed at sat at the breakfast table. When
the food was served she dug in with unusual gusto. She tried her best to
avoided, ignore, and/or stay out of the conversations around her. Today the
conversations mainly consisted of Senshi business, complaints about Haruka
and Michiru conflicting {collage : college} schedules, and general flirting between her
parents. As usual Setsuna remained silent and out of the picture. Well,
mostly out of the picture.

Hotaru shook her head. "No, it's fine Haruka-papa! It's such a nice day! I
think I'll walk."

I'm sure the thunder and lightning will stop soon.  The typhoon will drive
them away.  She really needs more practice if she's going to try to fake
them out.

Hotaru rolled her eyes. Sometimes Haruka could be so overprotective. "Yes
{papa : Papa}..."

Setsuna laughed, "Do whatever you like, but I'll play no part of it"

She's already asked to see the shoes, um, sandals.

She walked at a slow, sedate pace, both to save energy and to give {her : herself} time
to think.

She though a little more. He had clamed to be a great {Martial Artists : martial artist} too.
While she knew that she would never be strong enough to be one she always
envied Makato and Haruka for their skill and confidence. She often wished
she could be a healthy as they were.

As she walked, Hotaru remembered why she usually got a ride. It was a long
walk. While most normal girls could easily walk the distance from her house
to Mugen, Hotaru was beginning to tire already. At this rate she would be
{luck : lucky} to make it before first bell. Taking a deep breath she put more {: into : force into} her
stride, hoping she would not need to rest too many times. It was only a
kilometer.

Hotaru sighed longingly as she looked at the others talked and quietly
observed their conversations. Always listening, never intruding. The
conversations today were average. The boys were talking about the girls, the
girls were talking about to boys. Kanada Ryu, the {classes : class's} premier technology
Otaku was boasting about his new computer.

Hotaru looked at them for a moment. Yoshi and his mob of idiots were reading
a cheap tabloid called "The Nerima Review". They seemed {exacted : excited : excitedly} talking
about a fight between Ranma and a boy named Ryouga. She was not sure that it
was her Ranma they were talking about, so she waited to see if they would
mention the last name.

Hotaru snatched it from his hands and walked back to her desk ignoring the
dirty looks she was getting from her classmates.

Hmm.  The glowing eyes may explain part of her social problems. :}b

Hotaru sighed, she had a feeling where this was going. "Nothing {mama : Mama}, I'm
fine."

 Good Cop, Bad {cop : Cop}. Right on the money. If the age difference between them
wasn't less then five years Hotaru would swear that they were getting
predictable. Must be a parent thing. Oh, joy.

How soon they forget.

Hotaru knew that they would not be satisfied until she told them the truth.
She also knew that she was a horrific liar. She was momentarily reminded {on : of}
a friendly poker game she had with the {inners : Inners}. Who knew that innocent
seeming Ami-chan was such a card shark.

Just simple odds.

Surprisingly enough he was also doing well in {collage : college}. While his English
stank, and his grammar and writing were horrific, he was doing well in most
of his other classes. Once he was out of the dry, regimented environment
that was High School he quickly discovered that he had a gift for
mathematics and history. Good enough that his physics professor was trying
to pressure him into becoming a physics major.

Ranma could tell that she had something important to tell him. Part of him
dreaded that news. Strange women with {who : whom} he had some form of past never
brought good things. Another part of his was curious. Even though he had
only met her one, he knew that Hotaru was not the kind of girl to come
unannounced without a good reason, especially after his warning. Finally
there was the main reason why he had to talk to her. He made her cry, and If
he had one weakness, it was he could not stand making girls cry.

Ranma {heave : heaved} a sigh. He would have to find her, but first he needed to keep
Akane from killing him. "Akane, she had something important to tell me. I
have to see what it was."

She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and {: took} his hand, accepting his
assistance to her feet but said nothing. With out a word she began to walk
{to toward : towards} the bus stop. Ranma followed by her side without interrupting.
Hotaru could tell that he thought that she was thinking. She was thankful
for the time, and silence.

In a small voice she said, "Ranma, I'm... I'm pregnant, Ranma."

Naturally.

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