Ohhh... I'm so excited. Why? Because the fic I've been working on
for weeks on end now is finally coming to a conclusion. I can get
back to work doing some reviews (sorry, Gary! :), to write some other
fanfics (yes, even that Sazan Eyes/Phantom Quest/Real Ghostbusters
cross), and other totally meaningful stuff.
In a complete break of tradition, here is a teaser to the new Switch:
Odds and Ends fic. (Bear with me... I'm not sure anyone is going to
breathe through the 120 KB file. Just in case you're the type to say,
"what the $@#$#! another hundred kb file? another Ranma fic?!?!" and
press that ominous D-key.)
Usual disclaimers apply, plus much, much more!
Special thanks to Terence Marks on roninML (yes, he's here, too)!
(When ya gonna post? "nudge, nudge, wink, wink" :)
***
This narration could be completely safe to begin a bird's eye view of the
why's and how's of the life of Tsubasa Kurenai at the Kurenai household.
It would also be very short: it was quiet, most of the time.
The particular "why" this is true is mainly because things do not happen
at this household. That is it.
Actually, things do happen.
For example, take the time when Tsubasa was born.
***
"... Ranma? 'Wild Horse'? What kind of name is that?"
"It is sort of androgynous, though. Beats having to choose on the day."
"... but if she were a girl, then she'd be Ranko. 'Wild girl'?"
"No, no. You've got the kanji all wrong..." Some scribbling. "See?"
Some scrubbing sounds. "Sometimes, I wonder what I saw in you."
Laughing. "Okay, okay. How about... Ukyo?"
"Now what's that a reference to? Genjiro? Or are you planning to force
the child into monkhood?"
"... yeah, 'suppose. I mean, what if she's a girl?"
More laughing.
"... wait. Wait. How about... 'Reed'?"
"Nope, no. Sounds so... male. Going for androgynous."
"... oh, right. Wait... got it." More scribbling.
"What's... oh. Hmm... Tsubasa. 'Wing.' 'Crimson Wing.' Neat."
More scribbling. "Now here's a costume that can go well..."
Sounds of violence.
***
Some very, very odd crashing noises, in some sort of beat.
Mrs. Kurenai stopped chopping to answer the doorbell.
"Hello?" A pause.
"Yes, yes. I'm so sorry for the bother. He DID install soundproofing.
Oh, the wrong ROOM. Yes. Yes, I read that magazine. That? Oh, it was
a good comedy... oh, of course it's gory... I feel the same, sometimes.
*sigh* Yes, yes. Good night, Mr. Takada."
The sound of a door closing, some steps, then a door opening.
The crashes sounded louder.
***
Tsubasa came to the sickening realization that they had backed him into
the corner of his room. He wondered whether he should scream for help.
Remembering that his father was in the studio as soon as that fight he and
his mom had had had ended, and that his mother had been preparing their
dinner with earmuffs again, he just "eep"ed.
Hiroshi pounced on him, and before he turned, Tsubasa saw that he had
unsheathed his ferocious white paws...
White paws?
Then came a flash of pink. "If that's my blood, I must be getting anemic,"
said Tsubasa in a weak tone. Then he fainted.
...
Tsubasa "unnnggghhh"ed, and saw that he had fallen where he was a while back,
in the corner of the room. Daisuke and Hiroshi had disappeared. He drew an
arm over his forehead... must've been a weird... what?
He looked at the arm some more. Then the other.
Then he felt like he wanted to kill.
***
Ukyo stood before the apartment house. She checked the address she
had and, sure enough, it was the place. She unloaded the stuff she
had brought from the trunk of the taxi. The cabbie was actually kind
enough to help her, but wouldn't want to get his hands on the jar of
okonomiyaki sauce that she had made. Not that he had anything against
okonomiyaki (he loved it, in fact, and had politely asked for a small
sample of sauce in lieu of the fare, which Ukyo had politely declined;
he had also hefted some of the other jars of sauce), it was just that
the connoisseur in him said that the stuff just smelled wrong.
She really wanted to tell him off at that, but she stopped herself, and
focussed her anger at... him. Yessss... it felt good. Better'n counting
to ten. She paid the cabbie her fare, plus the ten percent tip that put
a smile on his face. Good business policy, her father always said, was
not to waste any cash.
Her mother told her that money was never wasted on people.
She took a look at the mountains of stuff she had brought, and heaved a
sigh that squeezed her chest against her bandages in a bad way. Hoo boy.
She looked down, and saw something that could be big trouble. Somethings.
"Have to tighten these bandages," she grumbled.
***
Switch: Odds and Ends
Park Life
15 August 1997
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