Subject: Re: Ranma+Akane story
From: "Harold C.Hayes" <hayesman@webspan.net>
Date: 8/22/1996, 2:14 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Harold C.Hayes wrote:

OK, so some funny stuff happened, lets try again...
Fine!  I'll fill in the gaps myself!
--Hayes
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Ranma 1/2 is copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi and Shogakugun Enterprises.
Thanks to Paul and Dave for DnR.
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????:  Hey Ranma! How's it goin!

Ranma: {Cringe} oh, konichiwa, Miakuİsan.

Miaku: So what's up?  How's married life? {wink, wink}

Ranma: {sounding defeated} Fine.

Ranma: {Begins leaving class}

Miaku: {follows energetically}  So, learned any new special moves!?

Ranma: {sounding defeated} No.

[Ukyo walks up to Ranma in the hall]

Ukyo: Konichiwa, Ranma!

Ranma: {eyes lite up} Ukyo!  Glad to see you!  {to Miaku}  Ukyo and I 
need to do
something together, so Ja ne!

[Ranma darts of at lightning speed.  Ukyo in tow.  Miaku just stands 
there in the dust cloud.  He is a small, pale, skinny boy with brown 
hair.  Abviously American.]

Ranma: {catching breath around a neaby corner.}  *whew* lost 'im!

Ukyo: Ranma!  Who was that!

Ranma: Aw! Some foriegn exchange student.  He's studying abroud here 
because he likes Japanese manga!  He keeps on following me around for 
some reason.  He seems to see me as his hero or something!

Ukyo: {snickering} Well, your  life has been stranger than most manga 
I've read...

Ranma: ha ha.  No thanks to you!

Ukyo: uh..hmmm..., well, what are you doing over vacation...?
 
Ranma:  Hmmm.... well, we're going back home eventually.  But Akane 
planned a little side trip to the beach.  The more time I spend away from 
Mom, the better!
And you?

Ukyo:  Oh, I,m staying around here.  Taking some summer courses....

Ranma: Oh.... well can you visit us when we get back to the dojo?

Ukyo:  Hai. When will you be getting back there?

Ranma: [Turning to walk homeÔ

[We see Ranma and Akane packing.  Argueing as usual....]

[A scene of Ranma and Akane on a train.  Akane is resting her head on 
Ranma's shoulder.  Ranma, who has the window seat, is staring listlessly 
out the window.]

[Last scene in this montage of scenes: the camera pulls back on a 
decrepid old ominously victiorian house near the shore, with waves 
crashing against the rocks behind it]

[Ranma and Akane stand before it, in awe with suitcases in there hands.]

Ranma: .....

Ranma: THIS dump is our summer house?!

Akane: Heh.  It looked good in the broshour....

Ranma: {dropping suitcases}  I can't beleive you fell for that!

Akane: {dropping suitcases}  Well at least there aren't any katana 
weilding psychos in there!

Ranma: {Hmmph} Yeah, just chainsaw weilding ones....

Akane: {smacking Ranma upside the head}  Baka!  {She picks up her 
suitcases and storms inside}

Ranma: *mutter* *mutter* kawaikune....

[Later in the evening....]

[Akane has prepared some prepackedged food.  Most of the house was in 
shambles, But one room on the second floor served as its own little 
apartment including a bathroom, kitchen, electricity, small Japanese 
table, TV and remote, hard wood floors and a queen sized futon.]

[Akane sets down two dishes of rice and chicken teriaki and two bottles 
of bottled water.]

Ranma: Bottled water?

Akane: Yeah.  The plumbing doesn't work.  There is a public bath in 
town....

Ranma: Hey I just used the bathroom!  The toilet works!

Akane: (ahem) the water does run, but I didn't think you'd like 
rust flavored beverages...

Ranma: Oh....  Hmmmmph.... well, can we afford living off bottled 
water?...

Akane:  (looking down)  Well, we can afford to spend a little money,  
we are suposed to be on our honeymoon....

Ranma: "Honeymoon"....?

Akane:  Well, that's what I told your mother, as an excuse not to come 
right home...
 
Ranma: oh...

[The two finish their meal in silence.]

[Afterwhich, they clean up and sit on the futon together.  In silence.]

Ranma: ...

Akane: ...

Ranma: ...sooo... let's watch some TV.

[Ranma picks up the remote and turns on the TV.]

TV: (some blonde guy) ...That's right, Nina!

TV: (Nina)  With Doctor Haisha's guide to better love making YOU TOO can 
learn secrets to ... (click)

Ranma:  ...

Akane: ...

Akane: Let's listen to the radio instead...

[Akane takes out a small, battery powered radio and turns it on...]

Radio:  Hi! and welcome back to Love Tones, I'm Mick Jaguar with the 
huggable, lovable Doctor Rudy, and next we have a caller who her husband 
just isn't satisfiying her...(click)

Akane: ...

Ranma: ...

Akane: ... Let's just go to bed...

Ranma: yeah...

[Akane and Ranma prepare for bed.  Ranma goes outside to the shore to use 
seawater to change into a girl, as not to waste the bottled water.  The 
two girls get into the smaller than usual futon. Akane takes out a small 
lamp and places it on the flour next to the futon.  Ranma turns out the 
rest of the lights and the room falls into darkness.]

[A few minutes later, Akane hears a small murmur.  See reaches over and 
turns on the lamp next to the futon.  The futon is surrounded by 
cochroaches.  Akane shreiks and glomps Ranma chan...]

Roach 1:  Whoa!  Two chicks!

Roach 2: Alright! A lesbian couple!

Roach 3:  69! 69!

Roach 4:  70! 70!

Roach 5:  Dang.  Fred's been eating the stuff in the traps again...

Roach 6:  Anybody got any popcorn?

Roach 7:  I love it when they leave the lights on!

Roach 8:  Huh huh huh huh This is gonna be cool!

Roach 9:  Yeah! hmm heh heh hm

Roach 10:  One will always survive!

Roach 11: Aren't pigtails out of style? 

etc...

Akane: AAAH! Roaches!

Ranma chan: Kacchu Tenshin Amagurikin!!

[squish x 32]

Tsuzuku...
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Ranma: AARRGGHH!!  Haposai!

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appear in a form that is familiar and friendly....

Ranma: You failed!  Miserably!

All due respect to:
Charles Dickens
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