Nihao, all!
Hope this gets thru...this is my first time...
I'm Trel'la, and while I've written a few stories regarding the FurFolk
(furries), this is my very first fanfic...and I just had to chose Ranma
as the setting, didn't I? So, any C&C should be gentle. There isn't
that much done with this story yet, since I'm also working on New World
Awaiting, a furry story. I'll keep posting as I get more done. I know
how this is going to end, and I know how it begins...its all that stuff
in between that I don't know about. There may or may not be some lemony
parts here and there, but don't consider that as a promise...or threat.
Ummm...legal stuff. I guess. Okay, all the Ranma 1/2 characters are
the creation and property of the Goddess Takahashi Rumiko, and make
their appearence here without permission thingy. I'm only a librarian,
so there's no point in suing me...but if you want to talk to me about
help to write the Ranma sequel, just let me know. Any characters not
directly associated with Ranma 1/2 are my own creation, except where
noted. Ummm...is there anything else?
Oh, a couple of notes. I've taken the liberty of advancing the ages of
the characters, so Shampoo for example is 17, not 16. Sounds a little
more...mature. Also, this is sort of an alternate universe Ranma...has
to be, cuz so far as I know, there's no catgirls in Nerima...so, now, on
with the story:
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An American Cat-Girl in Tokyo
Well, that was it. I was on the plane to Japan. After all, with Pat
Robertson as President, packing Congress with his cronies, the United
States just wasn't safe for us cat-girls anymore, or any other of the
FurFolk. The elements in power feared and loathed us, our pointy little
kitty ears, and sleek litheness, and our unbridled sexuality. (Anyone
try to put a bridle on *me*, they better have medicine for Cat-Scratch
Fever!). So, many of us cat-girls decided to get out while the getting
was good...after all, we may be terminally cute, but we can still tell
when the
litter box begins to stink.
Not all of us were headed for Japan, but I was. I had struck up a
correspondence with a Chinese girl in Tokyo...she could write English,
but didn't speak it. Put her ahead of me...I could neither write *nor*
speak Chinese, but I did know enough Japanese to get by. This Chinese
girl lived in one of the many Tokyo districts, and helped her great
grandmother to operate a small cafe, name of Nekohanten. Cat Cafe. I
liked that, sounded just the place! Peace and quiet, and a place to
hone my martial arts skills.
Martial arts? Yes, being a cat-girl, I tended to attract lots of
attention, some of it unwanted. Since the law tends to frown on us
using our natural weapons, like claws, a lot of us took up the martial
arts. We're practically built for it. After all, we manage to stay
nice and slender no matter our age (and I was one of the older
cat-girls...), and our bodies are very flexible.
It was a long flight, and I was nervous, my claws digging into the
armrests. I never did travel very well by plane. To take my mind off
the flight, I pulled out one of the letters my friend had sent me. In
it, she wrote about her many friends, but especially her "airen", as she
called him. I had to check a Chinese-English dictionary for that word,
and I was still unclear, since the translation wasn't exact, but I was
pretty sure it meant her "intended".
The long and the short of it is, after too many hours in the air, the
plane touched down and I scrambled to get off the ruddy thing. Cats
just don't fly very well...we like to have our paws on the ground. I
walked into the terminal and looked around. Hmmm, she said she'd meet
me here...purple hair, purple hair...told me to look for purple
hair...sounded a little "punkish" to me, I only hoped she didn't have a
silly mohawk or something.
I heard a squeal and saw something charging toward. My claws came out
instinctively before I could understand the words, spoken in a sort of
broken Japanese. "Trel'la! You come! Shampoo so happy!", and I felt
arms go around me for a hug.
After she thoroughly squeezed the breath out of me, she broke the
embrace and we had the chance to look at each other . Shampoo did indeed
have purple hair, but it was long and loose, flowing in cascades down
her back. I'm not lacking in the matter of hair, long, thick and black,
but Shampoo's tresses made me jealous. I briefly considered changing my
hair color, then decided against it. Purple hair with my body fur
color? Instant clash...
Shampoo helped me get through customs, always a tricky business, but
especially so when the official is gawking at your cute, pointy ears.
Once all the paperwork was all done, and they checked my luggage for
illicit materials (good thing they didn't find my secret stash of
catnip...), I was on my way to my new life in Japan.
"Shampoo take you home now, yes? You have busy day, long flight, so
you rest up at home...can meet friends tomorrow. Tokyo very big city,
and Nerima on other side, so we take subway. You get to see lots of
city!", Shampoo explained.
"Thank you, Shampoo," I smiled. "Without your help here, I don't know
how'd I'd
manage this city. And thank you again for offering to put me up and put
up with me, at least till I can get myself settled in and find out where
things are."
Shampoo smiled in her turn. "Is no problem! Oh, you want some coffee
before we go?"
The purple-haired girl gestured to the airport snack bar.
I considered her offer. "No, not coffee...but some tea would be
nice..."
"Is good! Then tea we get!" And tea we did get. We also ended up
picking up some food, a couple of hamburgers. Nothing much to speak of,
in the way of taste, but at least it wasn't airplane food. We talked a
little over the food, I telling Shampoo a little about my concerns for
the US, and for those other catgirls still remaining in the country,
and Shampoo telling me a bit more about her home, both here in Japan,
and in China. Turns out she came from a small village that oddly
escaped Maoist excesses, and had largely been left alone by the
government authorities. When I asked Shampoo about this, she indicated
that she didn't know, and didn't seem to much care. Well, she was only
17, after all. Such matters as politics either engage the young not at
all, or to an almost obsessive level.
After food, tea, and talk, we found the subway we wanted...rather,
Shampoo did. Me, I felt I was just along for the ride. I had done a
lot of reading on Japan and Tokyo after Shampoo made her offer to
shelter me, and I studied the transportation system, but now that I was
faced with it, it proved too confusing for me. Shampoo found our line,
however, and we boarded...it wasn't really that busy, since it was
during work hours. That was deliberate...I had wanted to get into Tokyo
at a time that wouldn't involve the massive crush of rush-hour crowds.
I knew flying would put me on edge, and I just didn't think I could cope
with both flying *and* crowds.
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Law of Feline Mutation:
Any half-cat/half-human mutation will invariably:
a) be female
b) will possess ears and sometimes a tail as a genetic mutation
c) wear as little clothing as possible