I don't know how original my idea is, all I know is _I_ haven't read
anything like it.
Hope ya enjoy my personal mangling of everyones favorite storyline.
Before anyone asks: yes I _am_ psychotic.
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An Autograph: Prologue
This is my first attempt at fan fiction, so please do your absolute worst
in commenting on how terrible this fic truly is. Trust me, my ego can
take it. :p
Looking at the ego we see it is a small and pitiful thing in the
standard red shirt made famous by Star Trek.
<EGO> "I'm his ego, maim me!"
Legal disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are mine. They are
the property of Takahshi-sama and I have only stolen them in a feeble attempt
to inflate my ego to almost human proportions.
Lord, forgive me if wordwrap screws this up.
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Schools out and it's a typical day at the Tendo Dojo. Ranma is working out with Akane, alright, Ranma is just dodging while Akane tries to clobber him. We hear Ramna, "C'mon Akane, its not like ANYONE wanted to eat any of that slop you call cooking." Akane shouts back "But no one else tried to run out after I spent all that time on it!" "Akane, no one else was _home_," he replied. He hears the Dojo door open and turns to see who it is. *BAM* Akane finally catches Ranma on the head with her mallet. "Not after you screamed 'Akane is cooking!' they weren't," she sniffs.
Nabiki steps through the door and looks around the dojo, "Not bad Akane, you only managed to destroy half the dojo before you mangled your fianc�e." "Hey it's not my fault he's such a jerk. He wouldn't even try the meal I cooked for him, er... everyone," Akane countered. The door slides aside again and this time we see a young looking American boy who appears healthy, if slightly overweight. He looks at the trio and flashes a smile "Hi, your Ranma, Akane, and Nabiki right?" The three nod looking just a bit confused. The boy reaches out his hand "My name is..." he pulls out what looks to be an index card from his shirt pocket. "Sum Dum Guy? No, not even _my_ agent would let them give me a name like 'Sum Dum Guy'," looks crestfallen after a moment. "Well, maybe he would. I better get more money for this though."
Nabiki pulls together her scattered wits at the mention of money. "So, what exactly are you being paid for?" she asks almost too casually. He looks at her strangely for a moment and replies "Day after tomorrow I'm supposed to come through here challenge Ranma, beat him, and kidnap Akane for my bride." At the bewildered look on each face, (after all nobody just comes in and tells you his plan _before_ he attempts it) he pulls out a thin booklet and flips through it. "After that Ranma trains a few days he finds me, beats me up, and rescues Akane, right?" Still no response. "I do have the right script don't I? Listen I know the guy that hired me for this episode said you guys don't 'do' rehearsals but since this is my first big gig in Japan I just wanted to see if I could get a few pointers. Ya know, from the longest working group of actors in the history of the world I expected a bit of, I don't know, understanding for the new guy."
Nabiki's face took on a look of bored irritation half-way through 'Sum Guy's speech "listen I don't know who you are or where you _think_ you are but we," points to the dojo regulars, "we are not actors. You just happen to be interrupting 'real life' or what passes for it around here." The boy looks even more confused than Ranma does at this point, "This is some kind of joke right? I walked in on a scene or a rehearsal. If that's what's bothering you well
I'm sorry but I can't keep dodging security _and_ find a more opportune time to 'walk on' before we actually got to one of my scenes." Nabiki eases away from the boy leaving Ranma a clear line of attack "That was mildly amusing when you first started, but now you're just getting a little weird, OK? I don't know what you're talking about but I can assure you we _are not_ actors."
Sum Guy looks just plain bewildered at what the middle Tendo girl has just told him "C'mon I been watching this show... my _grandfather_ has been watching this show since _he_ was a kid." A look of disbelief and horror floats across the mans face, "You don't know, you really just don't know, do you?"
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This is the very fanfic I have committed to paper (Kyle trying to wrestle a piece of paper into a straightjacket) and I can't say my hopes are very high but as long as I get one response that doesn't say 'Die you drooling fanboy Loser' I will push on.
If _anyone_ wants to try to preread later episodes of this before I drop it unvarnished on the list lemme know.
Tanks, Plane Tanks.
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-Found written on a wall in a excavated Grecian bath...room