comment on this one this time, please?
of course, only if you feel like it. :)
thanks.
Back in '69 by PhoneyNT
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Re: Author's Note
After reading another demented Rutsch fic, this idea came to me.
As usual, objectionable material, blah, blah, blah.
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"Ah, back in the days of sixty-nine," Ranma said wistfully.
"You weren't alive in sixty-nine, Ran-chan," Ukyo said, taking a bite of
her food.
"No, I don't mean--I wouldn't want to bring back any bad memories--"
"Ran-chan, what could you dredge up that would hurt me anymore? You chose
Akane, and I've gotten over you. I'm sorry about Akane. So go ahead."
"Back in the days when Akane and I used to assume the position. My
favorite, of course. Based on some foreigner joke about the number sixty-
nine."
Ukyo blushed. "Why, Ran-chan! I didn't think you would--"
"Hah," Ranma said, traveling back years in time, "she was wild. Very
wild. When she cooked toast, her tongue got caught in the toaster..."
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"Well...ah...I guess...we're married now, huh?" Ranma said sheepishly.
"Oh...yeah, well, I'm tired," Akane said. She turned over in the bed and
was snoring in seconds.
"But aren't we supposed to--" Ranma cut off at the sounds of the snore.
"What a tomboy," he thought.
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"Doesn't seem too wild to me," quipped Ukyo.
"Silence. That's just the beginning. Most couple go at it the night
after, some even before, but Akane and I were different. We actually waited
for a little..."
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The next morning.
"Oh! Good morning, Ranma!"
Ranma yawned and faced her, saying, "Oh...good morning."
"Ranma? We're married, but...don't talk at my face right now. I can feel
my skin withering by the moment."
"Well, you're no sweet-smelling rose yourself!"
"Not as bad as you, horse-mouth."
"Since you love horses so much, 'cause you obviously spend a lot of time
in the stables, have a close-up sample!" Ranma grinned, ready to get her back
for good. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her in for a kiss.
Instead of getting angry, however, Akane tightened her own grip around
him.
"Oh, Ranma! You may stink like a pig," she said, backing off from him,
"but you're so sweet inside!"
"Ah...I am?"
"Yeah! Kissin' me...and huggin' me...and marrying me!"
"Ha...of course."
She looked straight into his eyes. Suddenly he became aware of what was
pressing into his chest, and painfully aware of what was threatening to remove
his boxers.
"Uh..." Ranma didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted.
Akane kissed him again, spouting at the mouth about how glad she was to
have finally been married. She wouldn't stop.
The natural progression followed. They were new, and inexperienced, but
they made it through.
Perhaps. "Ranma?" Akane looked at the snoring Ranma, "Hey! Wasn't I
supposed to feel something?"
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"Ah, if only I could have said 'yes' back then," Ranma said sadly, "but I
didn't know! It wasn't until I heard the old man and my mom both yelling at
night together that I realized perhaps I didn't know the whole story."
"You listened on them?"
"Nabiki played it for me. I suppose she was trying to make a point about
my bed skills. Well, it was a point well made.
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"Oh...wow!" Akane grunted.
Ranma, if it is even necessary to say so, was not deterred.
"You liking this?" he asked cautiously.
"Don't talk! Just--nnngh!"
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"I suppose I learned the stuff rather quickly. After that, it was like
she couldn't get enough."
"Is that so?" Ukyo asked, her speech slightly softer.
"Yeah! Not that I minded or anything...every week she would come up with
another technique. Where she was getting them from, I had no idea. All I
know is, she was coming home and doing them for me..."
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"Whoa!" Ranma cried out, punctuating his exclamation with the usual con-
summate high-speed expulsion.
Akane grinned at him.
"I love you, Akane," he said suddenly.
"I'm gonna go cook dinner."
"Okay! I'll get the bath going..."
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"You said 'okay'?" Ukyo asked incredulously.
"Yeah...she was getting better...once she slowed down in the kitchen, she
actually started making edible stuff. She wasn't an expert, but it was food
and I could stomach it. Of course, it was nothing like your okonomiyakis."
"Yeah, thanks," Ukyo said nonchalantly, but her eyes beamed pride.
"Anyways, I," Ranma glanced around nervously for eavesdroppers, "I, for
some reason, I've just got to tell someone."
"Tell someone what?"
"Do you know why...why she...departed?"
"Umm...the reports said something about brain damage...but they didn't say
why..."
"Can I trust you to tell no one?"
"Of course, Ran-chan. You'll always be a friend to me. I trust you, and
I hope you can trust me."
"It was another technique. I was overjoyed, of course..."
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"Wow! How do you take it in so far...?"
Akane just nodded and attempted a grin. She gulped, and Ranma muttered
something about cute girls.
He looked up at the ceiling. He placed his hands on the back of Akane's
head to hold it to his midsection. He felt the workings of her throat on him
and groaned. He felt like he was flying through space without moving at all.
A star almost hit him, but he dodged left at the last moment. Through a red-
colored nebula he whisked, and his voyage stopped with him rushing straight
into the sun for a brilliant flash of light.
"Oh, Akane..."
For some reason, she was slumping forward.
"Huh?"
Ranma looked down and saw her, leaned forward, arms lax, with her eyes
wide open and simply staring, unblinking. It took him about five seconds to
register what had just happened.
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"Of course I wouldn't let those damn doctors keep her alive on life
support. She never liked to be pitiful, and sitting on those machines with
only half a brain meets both our definitions of pitiful."
"Ran-chan! Is that what happened?"
"Yes. Oxygen deprivation. And isn't it stupid? Just stupid? Like a guy
who is driving, he looks down to adjust his radio, and runs over two kids?
Doesn't he feel stupid? I mean, real stupid? You know, in retrospect, I
can't believe I lasted long enough for that to happen! And why didn't she
just chomp or something? Stupid girl!"
"Uh..."
"And it's the worst feeling in the world. You know? That driver would
feel like he deserves a second chance, but he feels like he does deserve to
want it. In addition to that, the rest of the world hates him."
"...maybe."
"I was stupid. Real stupid. I'll never forget the look in her eyes when
I discovered what happened. Disbelieving. Fearful. Perhaps betrayed. Of
those three, the betrayed is what I hate the most! I let her down, damn it!
And then I had to explain to the Tendos what had happened!"
"How did they take it?"
"They said they were sad, and that they really didn't blame me. 'These
things happen,' they said. Bullshit! Pure bullshit! I bet they hate me!
'That stupid, irresponsible Ranma,' they're saying."
"Oh..."
"Ryoga and Kuno made an honest attempt on my life, Ukyo! Kuno had a real
sword, and Ryoga's umbrella was bladed! An honest attempt on my life!" Ranma
darkened with anger and continued, "'A lecherous, lust-ridden pig,' is what
they called me. They just didn't understand! Akane...she...she liked that
stuff! A lot! I couldn't believe it at first when I realized it, I was so
shocked. Kind of like if you found out Kasumi was a murderer! Akane would
scare me, she was so into it! I was so afraid we would get caught in the
Shinkansen bathroom! Did I tell you about that?"
"That's okay, Ran-chan," Ukyo murmurmed, but then continued louder, "that
would shock me though. Wasn't Akane supposed to hate boys, hm?"
"Yes! Anyways, now what do I do? I've barely been surviving for the
last few months. Oh, I'm sorry for whining like this. Maybe I should go."
Ranma began to stand up from his seat.
"Well, Ran-chan...you know...you do deserve a second chance."
"You think so?" Ranma asked, looking hopeful.
"Yeah. With someone who trusts you."
"Really? Who trusts me?" Ranma asked earnestly.
"Oh, don't worry about it, Ran-chan." she said, smiling.
"Talking to you has made me feel a tiny bit better," he admitted.
"Yes, Ran-chan. A second chance is what you should get. Akane would want
you to get on with life anyways, providing she were here with us right now."
"Yes...yes, she would!"
"You've got that right! So...how about we get together tomorrow, Ran-
chan?"
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