- Ranma - Threads in a tapestry -
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To never see her face again, what bullshit.
I'll always see her face.
Every time I see a mother helping her child, I see her face.
Every time I see a rose' petal, I see her face.
Every time I see a mallet in action, I SEE HER FACE!
She must be mad to think that I will never see her face again!
But, to never see HER again....
...that
would be difficult.
^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^
Ranma took the note and squeezed it into a ball.
He never should have started that diary, diaries were for GIRLS!
But like most other things in her -- no HIS life it had seemed
like a good idea at the time.
As Ranma yawned and stretched, a thought struck her, she had
been ready to reveal her whole life and all her thoughts to this
book.
(Of course, she was in her female form at the moment). Could
this mean that if she found Akanes diary she would know what
Akane thought of her?
NO! Who cares what that tomboy thought of her-- HIM Akane
had found him in Uchans again and had clobbered him because
he hadn't eaten any of her food, and this time HE hadn't even
known that she would cook.
Now she was furious again she rose up from her futon and
jumped out the window to blow of some steam against the
training puppets.
--
Ryoga whirled around.
someone had tapped his shoulder!
-Excuse me could you tell me the way to the tendo dojo?
--
-Oh, if only the feet of ikaros were mine! SASUKE! Thou lowly
piece of pig entrails I shall smite thee for this!!
Kuno was irritated, he had overheard Kodachi talking to Sasuke
giving orders that would lead to the death of his pigtailed
goddess. In a flash of brilliance he had waited until kodachi
wasn't close by and then proceeded to intercept Sasuke and give
him slightly differing orders which in turn would hopefully result
in the rescue of his beloved pigtailed goddess from the vile
clutches of Saotome as well as from Kodachis perverted scheme.
Naturally, he hadn't found Sasuke.
Which could only mean that Sasuke had gone straight to the
Immigration office to fulfill Kodachis plan. Kuno was now
running to the tendo dojo as fast as his feet could carry him,
solely for the purpose of reaching his damsel in distress before it
would be too late.
--
Ryoga was dumbstruck
He might as well have faced a mirror.
-We'll the Saotome dojo then?
--
-Bitch.
The restaurant was closed, she had closed it after that incident
during lunch. She hadn't opened it since.
-Bitch!
She flipped an okonymiaki.
It stuck to the ceiling.
She hadn't cooked an okonymiaki right since Akane had
marched into her restaurant and demanded that Ranma go home.
-Bitch!!
She felt good saying it.
It was as if her whole life situation could be summed up by
using that word. If only Akane hadn't been there, Ranma would
have seen more in her than just a friend. Not that Ranma didn't
deserve to have a friend, but she wanted to be more to him than
that. Besides, she was his fianc�e after all.
-Bitch!!!
She slumped down to the floor.
If only they were more than friends.
If only they had known each other longer.
If only Genma hadn't left her behind.
If only Ranma hadn't chosen okonymiaki instead of her.
If only...
She jumped up excitedly, Ranma had been talking about going
back in time once. It had to do with that freak Happosai and
some object he had used. Wasn't it a mirror or a pipe or
something, knowing Happosai it had been a bra, but she wasn't
so sure.
-BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! she
screamed with glee.
Now she had a plan of action.
--
Now Ryoga was scowling.
Had Ranma already put his name on the dojo?
-Is it...
*snicker*
...THE HIBIKI DOJO?
--
*burp* [the ramen made bubbles]
-SHAMPOO!!
*gloomp*
-AYIEEEE
*kraash, boom, bang*
-ouch!
*fizzle* [the ramen was almost ready]
-Why Mousse still after Shampoo?
Lots of girls like Mousse, Towel, Hairspray, Lotion, even little
Cologne after Mousse.
*yank* [Mousse rose up]
-But I love you Shampoo!
*Bing* [mousse got an idea]
-It's because you play hard to get!
*Silence*
-Mousse like being beaten?
-NO!
*fizzle*[Mousses brain was working overtime]
-You never give in, You avoid me and you never go on a date!
-Shampoo go on date lots of times, With Ranma!
*sigh*
-You never go on a date with ME!
-So if Shampoo play "hard to get" Ranma will leave pervert girl
for Shampoo?
-nnnnnnyyes, YES of course Ranma will like you more if you
play hard to get!
-Shampoo happy, Shampoo reward you!
*bonk*[shampoo hit mousse on the head]
-Wh -why?
-Mousse say he like no getting me!
--
Ryoga looked stunned.
He had never thought of it before if Akane married him the dojo
would have his last name on it.
He tried to grasp the idea.
-look just POINT the way!
--
Happosai bounded of the roof, he kicked a stone into orbit.
He was in a foul mood this evening.
Every time he got close to some panties, they would move out of
his reach.
He realized it was a mistake to go after Colognes underwear but
he had thought that a repeat performance was due, especially on
the anniversary of the first time he had met her.
But she hadn't taken the whole thing so lightly, she had put a
curse on him.
-Oh woe is me, woooooe is me!
He wailed and ran towards the tendos.
At least there, he would find some comfort.
He picked up a bucket and filled it with water and then hurried
on.
--
Ryoga realized three things when he finally stopped trying to
comprehend the full meaning
of what the other guy had said.
One the other guy was gone,
Two his finger was raised, pointing to a house and,
Three it was pointing towards the tendo dojo!
--
An old man in a grey overcoat trotted into an alley.
He scrutinized it carefully and felt around on the bricks of a
wall before he went through them.
--
-Hiya loser!
Gosunkugi knew that this statement would make Ranma angry.
It didn't matter when or where or even in which reality, it always
got Ranma furious.
That ... and calling him a girl.
--
Ranma jumped onto the rafters of the dojo, she wanted to be
alone, she didn't feel like talking to anyone. She had confirmed
what she always suspected, Akane hated her.
She took out the book that proved it all and held it to her chest,
silently she cried to herself, not a drop fell from her eyes, but
still she cried.
Besides whoever that was in the door opening, he wasn't talking
to her, or was he?
A drop fell from Ranmas eyes and fell towards the floor.
--
Funny, Gosunkugi thought, Ranma should be trying to kick his
but by now. Maybe he needed a bit more incentive.
-You aren't hiding are you? Like some scarred little girl huddled
up in a corner.
No reaction?
Time for the heavy artillery.
- Ranma you are a GIRL, a silly little GIRL, you can never beat
me because girls can't do martial arts, mwahahahaha!
If this got Akane out so be it, he wanted to fight, and Ranma was
the one he wanted to fight with.
--
Akane fumbled around in the dark until she found the light
switch.
She had heard noises from a fight outside
I wonder what Ranma is doing? she thought, he better not be
fighting Ryoga!
She didn't feel like clobbering him again though. She had been a
little rough on him this evening. But she just got so mad when
he refused to eat her cooking, it was as if he refused her and she
didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit! If he would only eat
what she served he would see that it didn't taste as bad as she
usually had made it, not that she ever cooked badly!
She had found a new cookbook, one that assured success, it was
easy, she couldn't mess up the ingredients like she usually did
because it described everything in minute detail and it even had
pictures of all the ingredients! The store owner had said it was a
magic cookbook and thanks to Nabiki she had gotten it almost
entirely for free (she had paid 50 yen for it) though she hadn't
liked Nabikis argument.
-If she succeeds with her cooking you'll get ten times your
money back.
She would make sure of cooking something edible just to make
Nabiki loose money if that's the way Nabiki felt about her
cooking! ON THE OTHER HAND, she could force Nabiki to eat
some of her cooking.
Akane crawled out of bed and looked at the watch.
- 02:28 -
(Late) she thought and crawled back to go to sleep.
--
Ranma jumped backwards in time to dodge the shishi hokudan
flying at him Ryoga was getting better, he hadn't even needed to
power up before firing.
-katsu tenchin amiguriken!
Ranma punched 924 times before he jumped back.
Ryoga had blocked all the punches.
She was getting tired and it was already late when they had
started. Suddenly Kuno burst in through the wall.
(didn't Shampoo have some sort of copyright on that?)
-What is this? Such a travesty must not continue, for is it not my
pig tailed goddess I see before me, fighting a brute of pure evil!
I Tatewaki Kuno, blue thunder of furinkan high will not permit
this!
Lightning cracked outside and thunder rolled across the sky.
Ryoga flicked his wrist and twiddled his fingers in an odd
manner while avoiding Ranmas punches.
Thunder roared again and lightning struck through the roof
hitting Tatewaki in the head.
Ranma didn't notice, she was too engrossed in trying to kick the
life out of Ryoga.
Then she thought of something (unnatural yes, but mot
compared with what happens later on!) Ryoga was calm, unlike
all the times when she had beaten him, maybe he was much
better than her when he wasn't angry about something or other.
Right now she didn't care she just wanted to beat him and go to
bed.
-Hey P-Chan why are you fighting this time?
Ryoga ducked below a jump kick from Ranma and rolled away.
-Exercise, it was a long time since I last fought you.
Ranma blinked while Ryoga leapt at her (it hadn't been a long
time at all, they had fought during the morning just after
breakfast) Ryoga tried to kick at her feet and she jumped up
(maybe it would go faster if I threw him
into the pond?)
-Okay, I guess this is enough. Ranma heard Ryoga saying under
his breath.
Ryoga then mumbled a few words and pointed his finger
towards her.
*Whoosh*
A beam of fire leapt out of Ryogas hands and nearly struck
Ranma as she jump-rolled out of the way.
The beam of fire followed Ranma around scorching almost the
entire dojo before...
---
Somewhere else in the district of Nerima, in a cellar, there was a
low chuckle not unlike a laugh that a Zombie would make.
-he e eheh e eh he ehe e Now you will suffer my wrath!
Saotome, this is the LAST day you walk amongst the living!!
The diminutive figure was sitting in front of a table filled with
vials, rocks of different shapes and seizes, tombs stacked upon
each other, a wand or two, a doll full with needles and other
paraphernalia.
It was a very large table, but the figure didn't seem to have any
problems reaching the things it needed from its sitting position.
At the moment a hand was reaching for a needle, quickly it took
one from the voodoo doll that seemed to be used as a pincushion,
then reached to take some string from the area in front of the
vials, hands became a blur when they sew together the pieces
that had been assembled in beforehand in front of them.
-I have felt this night coming for a long time (the last hour give
or take 5 minutes) and I have precariously assembled (hastily
collected ) all the necessary equipment (junk) from the best
sources (the scrapheap, diverse closets and the kitchen in
general) and now I will tap this moment of its power ( ?!!? ).
The figure waited, and waited, it waited some more and when it
finally decided it was time for bed, a white light filled the room
and in its wake everything split apart
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Authors notes:
And so I fling this piece of literary misconduct
into black empty space in the vain hopes that someone will read
it and curse not the gods in their folly when they allowed this
humble genius to be born alive.
(As if my mother had nothing to do about it!)
Anyway enough about me.
Who's out there?
Did you like the story so far?
Did you like it at all?
Did I do something wrong? (besides trying to emulate Tatewaki)
PLE -HE -EASE TELL ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING!
Well, not anything, but you get the idea.
Oh, and by the way.
If anyone tries to make any money out of this fanfiction, they
should prepare for my justly vengeance.
Duvae@hotmail.com
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