I don't own Ranma 1/2, or it's characters. Others do.
If I said anymore, I'd be putting too much thought
into my disclaimer. (....D'oh!)



		  	

                        PROLOGUE TO: RANMA GETS FED UP



				By Lucres Annuiteas 


Foreword:  This was my first �fic. A lot of minor
revisions have been made.


C&C needed.



Part 1 

WAKE UP TENDOU DOJO!: PROLOGUE 

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	Nodoka woke up. It was very early in the morning, and
the sun had yet to rise. She pushed the covers off
herself and proceeded to get up. She looked down at
the large mattress covering a good portion of the
floor. Now, all it held was a large, seemingly
overstuffed panda. 

        Sighing, she saw that her husband had chosen
to sleep in his cursed form. 

        A few nights ago, it hadn't been hard to
convince Genma to remain in his original body; all he
needed was a little incentive. Since he hadn�t
received such �incentive� in a long time, it was no
wonder a certain large panda hadn�t been seen in a
while.

        The self-proclaimed martial artist's wife
tried to rouse the large animal. She made a mental
note to sleep after her husband, from now on. Of
course, if she ever needed to give him more
encouragement to remain in human form, that wouldn't
be much of a problem. 

        "Wake up, Dear. I think we need to talk."

        The beast-formerly-known-as-'Genma' gave a
slight growl. After flashing a sign, he tried to get
back to sleep. [Leave me alone. Meanie.]

	She sighed again, guessing that he was probably still
sulking about their recent argument. 

        Nodoka had found out about her son's morning
sparring match with his father in the back yard. She
wanted it put to a stop. That sort of thing was meant
for the dojo. 

        Genma wanted it to continue. The fight had
taken place there since their arrival, and there was
no point in changing the location. The ensuing
argument was one with unexpected results...

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        In a mature, adult to adult, dispute, Genma
didn't stand a chance. (She still kept that damn
katana handy, and he wasn't about to risk saying the
wrong thing. Living with his son might have rubbed off
on him, and calling his wife an uncute tomboy was a
possibility with dangerous consequences). 

        So, he thought childish tactics would help him
in his quest to keep things from changing. He would
assume aura and role of a kid, which would incur her
maternal instinct and nature. Then, she�d _have_ to
allow the two _only_ men in her life to train how and
where they wished. He�d even taken the time to name
his new �technique� with a title that fit its
description perfectly, the Keikan Nakimushi. ($)

        Thinking his logic was without flaw, Genma
started off with tears. He claimed that it might stunt
Ranma emotionally if he wasn't able to continue their
morning ritual. It was something that was as ingrained
in him as breathing. 

        Nodoka calmly stated that Ranma needed a
change, and he would have to learn to adapt. Or else,
he would never be able to handle the harsh realities
of life. 

        "Sparring in an environment without the
constraints of dojo walls _helps_ the boy learn to
adapt," was Genma's next argument. The tears were now
joined by a plaintive voice.

        "By now, he's probably well accustomed with
the back yard. Sparring in an environment _with_
constraints helps 'the boy' become more accustomed to
discipline and restrictions." 

        "The water gives Ranma the extra incentive to
fight smartly and with skill, with every dunk in the
pond." The plaintive voice elevated to whining, and
the tears elevated to a Soun-like flood.
 
        "Every dunk in the pond knocks at the, by now,
frail barrier dividing his manliness and indifference
to femininity," Nodoka fingered the silk bundle to
remind Genma what would happen if that barrier were
destroyed. 

        "Okay, then. Fine. We�ll train in the dojo,"
he sobered up, then smirked. There was always a
loophole, and he�d found the one he needed.

        "No water, either."

        "But--"

        "Is there anything wrong with that?"

	   "But--I--I just don't wanna!" Genma stomped the
floor a few times, ran up to his room, and slammed the
door, still screaming about the unfairness of it all.

	Nodoka looked at the path her husband had taken. She
then looked at Ranma. Genma must have changed a lot.
Her son must be exceptional to have become so manly
under that man's tutelage, she concluded.
 
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	"Now, now Genma-chan. You must stop this childish
acting. You're setting a bad example for your son."
The undomesticated animal, which served as her
husband, rolled over. He held up another sign for a
brief period of time, then let it drop.

	[Don't call me that. And I'm not talking to you.]

Well, a martial artist's wife�s gotta do what a
martial artist's wife�s gotta do. She grabbed the sign
and smacked Genma-panda over the head with it. Hard. 

Instead of waking him up, though, she�d only driven
him into a much-desired slumber of defeated martial
artists. The slumber called unconsciousness. 

	It was probably better he slept, anyway, she decided.
It wasn't like she had time to engage in the long
conversation that they were going to need to have, she
assured herself. The conspicuous bump on his head
would disappear in no time. 

        There was a convention Kasumi invited her to
go to in town: "How to Remain Calm, Reasonable, and In
Control When Faced With the Everyday Trials and
Disasters of Life; For Women," which would be followed
by the "How to Shorten Long Titles" convention.

        This would be Kasumi�s 3rd time attending. She
had recommended Nodoka come with her, and there was no
way she could refuse. It would be an educational
experience, and it wasn�t like she had much planned. 

	After a few morning calisthenics (to keep her girlish
figure), she went to take her morning bath. She was
almost surprised to find the eldest Tendou daughter
already there.

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	Kasumi woke up. It was another beautiful morning.
Although it was completely dark outside and the day
hadn�t really started, she had high hopes that it
_would_ be another beautiful morning. She got out of
her bed, and made it, placing a small mint on her
pillow, for good measure. Within moments, she had her
plan for the day set in her mind.

	She was glad Auntie Saotome could join her on her
trip to town. It was going to be so much fun. Since
Nodoka would be living in the house, it would be
almost imperative for to come along.

Of course, measures would have to be taken to make
sure the household things were done properly. She
would have to have the table set and prepare food
ready before they left. Nabiki, Akane, and Ranma would
be glad to help. Nabiki would try to charge her, but
would eventually end up giving her the Special Kasumi
Discount. Free.

	Happy that everything was set (she had no doubt in
her mind that the things she wanted would get done),
Kasumi set off to do her personal morning things
(hygiene, you hentais!). 

        When she had finally settled into the furo for
a nice warm soak, she saw Nodoka come in.

	�Good morning, Auntie!�

	�Good morning, Kasumi-chan. I didn�t know you were in
here. Mind if I join you?�

	�Of course not. You�re welcome to join if you want.�

	When they had both finished and dressed, they went to
get breakfast ready. When the meal was almost done,
Akane came down. When greetings had been exchanged,
Akane asked if she could help.

        Neither of the elder women had time to clean
up whatever messes the eager concoctor would make. And
there was certain to make a mess. Most likely a big
one.

        The event, that would forever be called �Black
Saturday,� was not even to be spoken of in Kasumi�s
presence. She never indicated she was angry about it,
but there was a definite twitch in her right eye--if
you looked for it closely enough. It was more of an
unspoken rule, really. 

        At that time, Akane had tried to toast bread,
and--in short--she made a huge mess. She also created
more than one reason for it to be called �_Black_
Saturday.� {$$} 

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	Akane woke up. The sun was just beginning to rise.
Getting out of bed, she noted the stack of papers on
her desk. She'd probably end up spending all of Sunday
finishing it. The teachers had decided that it would
be fun to give just enough homework to keep students
busy most of the weekend. Hinako-sensei, especially,
seemed to enjoy handing out assignments. (There was an
extra hop in her skip.) 
	
	�Ranma will probably need help with his work," she
tried to sound annoyed. It wasn�t even convincing to
herself.

	Maybe, if she got down quickly enough, she could help
fix breakfast. She hurriedly took her bath, dressing
like a horde of perverted boys were about to come into
the changing room. Then, Akane rushed downstairs,
slowing down at the end so it wouldn't look like she
was excited. Kasumi and Auntie were busily making
breakfast.

	�Good morning Auntie, Kasumi,� she called out,
breathing slightly more heavily than usual.

	�Good morning Akane-chan,� they returned with a
synchronized greeting.

	She fixed on her best smile, �Can I help cook
breakfast?� The eerie silence that followed was dense.
Even the pots and pans seemed to have held their
breath. But it didn�t seem to cause her smile to waver
or falter.

        Nodoka couldn�t answer the young girl. She was
no stranger to Akane�s cooking (at least, that was
what Akane called it). Wanting to make a good
impression, she had tried to impress her fiance�s
mother by cooking lunch. 

        
        The mother in question _had_ been impressed.
She hadn't been that sick, since her 6th birthday
party, when she�d attempted to eat the entire cake.

	
        Kasumi, however, had anticipated this and had
prepared. �Well, we�re practically done, already. Why
don�t you set the table? By that time, breakfast will
be ready, and you can tell everyone.�

It wasn�t what Akane had hoped for, but at least could
help do _something. �Okay,� she replied cheerfully.

	 
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        Nabiki woke up. She went back to sleep. If she
wanted to rest longer, who was going to stop her?


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        Soun woke up to the heavenly smells of
delicious food. No doubt, his daughter and his
friend's wife were cooking a plethora of
mouth-watering delicacies. The meal would most likely
consist of generous portions of great-tasting tidbits
and sides to go along with something that would be
equally wonderful. The...*snifle*...perfect way to
start of a new day.

        The sun was just rising over the scattered
morning clouds, in a vast display of varying warm
colors. The large, yet somewhat subtle, glowing disc
peaked at half its full glory, bringing the message of
a promising new morning. 

        It was all so... So beautiful...*sob* He got
out of bed and went to wake up his good friend, drying
the tears from his eyes as he went along.

        The bear had finally woken up from his
hibernation, and he decided to join the head of the
household. The two old friends took their bath and got
dressed together, talking about possible ways to get
their two stubborn--but obviously in love--offspring
to finally admit their feelings for each other.

        Akane met them in the hall, and she told them
of the prepared meal awaiting them downstairs. They
smiled broadly, but made a slow, almost-indiscernible
move in the opposite direction. 

        After hostilely assuring them that she hadn�t
made the aforementioned meal, they ran downstairs like
their butts were on fire, and water was located only
at their place by the dining table. Scowling, she
continued on to Nabiki�s room.

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	Akane knocked on the door. Getting impatient, she
opened it and walked in. She was hit squarely in the
face by a pillow, and three more pillows landed around
her as a warning, or maybe a threat. She closed the
door and backed out of the room quickly.

	�Honestly. Nabiki gets so grouchy on the weekends...
You�d think getting up for breakfast would kill a
person...� She went on to her last stop, the dojo.

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	Deciding not to risk being late, Kasumi and Nodoka
finished eating a quick breakfast, and got ready to go
for the convention. Before leaving out the back door,
Kasumi left a short (but well-thought out) note of
things that would need to be done on the fridge. She
was pretty sure someone would find it.  
	
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        Ranma woke up. The entire room was bathed in
sunlight. He got out of his sleeping bag and
stretched. Since mother moved into his previous room
with his father, he now slept in the dojo. At least
there was no loud snoring.

        Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he tried to
remember what day it was.

	Suddenly, the day seemed a little brighter. It was
the weekend! None of his usual daily troubles were
going to interfere with school, today! Wait... He
didn�t care about school... Okay... No more school
complicating his usual daily troubles! 

        He didn't have anything important to do, which
meant he could laze about the house until it was time
for school again.

	Kicking aside his homework for the weekend, he
started into a slow kata, building speed as the
duration of the workout increased. Soon, he was
leaping and bounding like a cricket on crack.

        There wouldn't be any morning sparring with
Pop today. For some strange reason, Ranma's mom
thought they should fight in the dojo. The Saotome
patriarch was all for her idea...until the commanding
Saotome _matriarch_ included the no water rule.

        To be frank, Genma threw a hissy fit. Ranma
was pretty sure he'd seen kindergarten children act
more maturely. He had to give his father credit,
though. Genma could whine, scream, and carry on like
no 2-year-old could ever hope to.  

	
	Since his parents' argument, Ranma had been training
on his own. It wouldn't be too different; he just had
to work harder by himself, and longer. 

        Upon the landing of a rather extreme back
flip, his right foot became embedded in the wooden
floor. Hmmm...He had thought it was a rather soft
landing. The repair jobs to the dojo seemed to be
getting more half-heartened and shoddy. At this point,
Akane walked in.

	�What do ya want? Can't you see I'm busy?� Ranma
spoke up before she had a chance to give him her
message. Akane had been asking him to spar with her a
lot lately, and he just didn�t feel like at this
morning.

	�Forget it.� If he was going to be rude, he could
just miss breakfast, for all she cared. Baka. 
	 
	
($) I don�t really know Japanese, but this should
translate to �Fierce Crybaby (or Blubberer)� 

{$$} Think about it for a moment. If you still don't
get it, just think: �_Black_ Friday�...Toast...Akane
cooking...

THE END (for now)



Author's Notes: 
     
       Well, this was my debut to fanfic writing, I'd
been thinking about this one for a week before I
decided to finally write it up. At first, this was
going to be a side story to the real fic (the upcoming
�Ranma Gets Fed Up�), then a separate story, then it
was going to be the first chapter, I finally decided
to make it a prologue. 

	I was going to try to build up a good reason for
Genma�s �crybaby act�, but I realized there was
already one. In fact, I think it�s a very good one,
but I�ll try to build up on it to make it more
obvious. Thanks anyway, though, Kleppe-san.

        Since this is just the prologue, the real fun
will start with the first chapter, which I will be
sending soon. The reason I decided on this was I
wanted to keep the true intentions of the fic a secret
until it was obvious enough. If you already have an
idea in your head on which way this fic is going, I'm
glad. 'Cause you're going to be surprised.
   
	Special thanks goes out to all those who gave me
helpful comments.

     Any comments, suggestions, and flames (do people
actually send these for writing fanfics?), and
criticisms are welcome. For those of you who, for some
reason, can't find my e-mail address in the header,
email to master_l_@yahoo.com.


-Maybe if I put a deep, insightful, or clever sig.,
people might think I'm profoundly sophisticated...Nah.


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