Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. I offer
no explanations or excuses for this. 

Characters might be considered �OOC,� but I don�t
think you�ll mind.

C&C welcomed. Flames not.



		Gone Loca

			By Lucres Annuiteas




       The local Nerima gang of teenagers hung around
in the Tendou living room. Ranma, Ryouga, Konatsu, and
Mousse sat on the floor while Ukyou, Akane, and
Shampoo sat on the couch. They had decided to come
together in an informal committee to promote
friendship and well-being. 

       However, they had found that they would
probably end up bashing each other�s heads in, so the
general consensus  and mission was to at least not
hurt each other, and maybe get a pleasant conversation
or two in while they were together. This proved
equally fatal, as they didn�t really have anything to
talk about.

       Akane finally decided to just turn on the TV.
It was agreed that the first channel that came up
would be the one they would watch (so as not to start
an argument). To the delight of all the females
present, there was an American pop music video
featuring a young, handsome man with a microphone on a
stage, with men and women dancing with each other
below. The music and partying on the TV soon filled
the living room. The foreign lyrics rung out clearly
enough for everyone to hear...

o/` Upside Inside Out
    She�s livin� la vida loca! `\o
	
	�Wow, look at those moves! I wish I could dance that
fluidly!� Akane exclaimed upon seeing the male singer
and all the other dancers moving about on the screen.

o/` She�ll push and pull you down
    Livin� la vida loca
    Her lips are devil red
    And her skin�s the color mocha `\o

	�He has such a sweet melodious voice. And he�s a
great dresser, too.� Ukyou expressed her delight in
the pop star.

o/` She will wear you out
    Livin� la vida loca
    She�s livin� la vida loca! `\o

	�Aiyah! He so hot!�

	Ranma looked at the screen passively. The guy didn�t
look like much. He could take him.
	�Bah! All he�s doing is singing out stuff while
stepping around on a stage with a bunch of people
doing other stuff. I could do that,� Ranma said aloud.


        He couldn�t see why Akane thought all that
dancing was so great or graceful. In fact, the guy
seemed a little...non-straight, if you asked him. If
only the video weren�t so damn heterosexual...

	�I don�t think so, Ranma. It�s a lot of hard work,
and you need talent for that kind of thing. Anyway,
there�s no Martial Arts Music Video Making,� Akane
retorted, annoyed at his arrogant thick-headedness.
 
	�Why Ranma no like Music Guy? He cute and sing well,�
Shampoo questioned her airen.

	�Shampoo! How could you possibly say such a thing?!�
Mousse was shocked and disturbed at his beloved�s
apparent liking for the foreign pop star.

	�It easy, Duck-boy. Look at him!�


	�I guess it�s all just a matter of perspective.�
Konatsu wasn�t about to say either way on the subject.
He didn�t exactly like the idea of his Ukyou-sama
being charmed by such a person, but he didn�t want to
directly disagree with her.

	�I don�t see what�s so special about it. I mean, all
it is is a couple of steps and a little singing.
What�s the big deal?� Ryouga shrugged. He hadn�t
expected to agree with Ranma, but he did see his
rival�s point.

	�I�d like to see you guys pull something like that
off,� Akane declared, folding her arms.

	�I accept your challenge. Let�s go, Mousse, Ryouga,
Konatsu. We�ll show them.� Ranma gathered them
together outside. They all followed, wanting to show
the girls they could make something better than some
American pop singer.


	�All right guys, here�s the plan: I�ll do the stage
and stuff. Ryouga, you get the babes. Mousse��

	�I�m not stealing babies! What kind of sick person
are you?!� Ryouga exclaimed, disgusted in Ranma.

	�You idiot! I meant chicks. Geez.�

	�Oh...Ok, my mistake.� The Lost Boy shrugged
sheepishly, though he still wasn�t sure where he would
get what was requested.

	�Mousse, you get chicks too,� Ranma continued. The
amazon boy nodded. He didn�t really want to follow his
enemy�s orders, but he didn�t have any idea how to go
about such things.

	�Konatsu, you get the music and the clothes.� The
ninja nodded and quickly set off. Ranma went on,
�Instead of a video, we�ll just do a live performance.
I already told the girls we�d be ready in a half-hour,
so��

	�What?!� the two remaining boys yelled at their
leader.

	�We won�t even have time to dress and set up, not
including rehearsal time!� Ryouga was about ready to
break the brief truce and beat up the pig-tailed boy.
He was about to be humiliated...And in front of Akane,
too!

	�There better be a good reason for this, Saotome.�
Mousse gave the tree in front of him an evil stare.

	�Don�t worry, guys. All you have to do is put on the
clothes and dance with the girls, while I do all the
important stuff. Like looking good. If we hurry up,
there�ll be no problem. Now get going. We�re going to
blow that gaijin out of the water.�

	They all set about their tasks. Mousse and Ryouga
headed off to the town. Konatsu already had his part
done and was helping Ranma with their makeshift stage
and some microphones.


25 minutes later...

	Ranma anxiously waited behind the curtains of the
stage. They were supposed to go on in less than a
minute, but their current state of affair wasn�t one
he wanted to go out on stage with. 

        The clothes were fine. Konatsu had gotten them
skin-tight silk shirts, gold chains, and black pants
that were practically perfect. The stage and the
surrounding area were suitable for the dancing, and
the music was the same they had heard earlier, only
without the words. It was the other things that were a
problem...
 
	�I meant girls! Why the hell would I ask for a bunch
of birds?!� Ranma turned to Ryouga, yelling at him.

	�Shhh! You�re upsetting KFC and Popeye. How do you
expect them to get sleep with you going on like that?
Besides, how was I supposed to know what you meant.�
Ryouga whispered loudly while he attempted to calm
down the two small chicks in his hands.

	�Honestly, Hibiki. At least I got my part of it done.
The girls I brought weren�t even willing to follow me
at first, but I still got them.� Mousse pointed to the
heard of cows he�d summoned. 

        Ranma hadn�t even bothered to correct him.

	�Mooo.� 

	Mousse turned to the �girls�, teetering on the edge
of the stage.

	�I�m as far as I can go, already! Yeesh. Ingrates.�
The blind boy complained, exasperated.

	�Oh. Forget it. Let�s just do this,� Ranma said,
pulling the curtains open. He then turned to the
sharply dressed ninja by the CD player. 

�Hit it, Konatsu.�
	




Notes:

	It�s not my fault. This was inspired by a
conversation earlier today.

	To those awaiting �Meddler On the Roof�: I apologize
for my lateness, but I will be sending it soon. I just
have to write it first ;). Don�t worry, though. I
assure you that it will be out, along with the next
chapter to my �Ranma Gets Fed Up� series by this
weekend.

 



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