This is a spamfic, but if enough people pester me, I _may_
continue it...
Ranma's Grampa
Genma Saotome raced around the small guest room,
busily tossing clothes into the large backpack sitting
on the floor. Once, Ranma wandered a little too close,
and nearly found himself stuffed in the pack. "Hey,
Oyaji, what's up, someone else ya didn't tell us
about?"
"Don't just stand there, Ranma, pack!" was the
only response from the elder Saotome.
Ranma stepped on the backpack, holding it closed.
"Not until ya tell me what the big deal is. Yer actin'
even weirder than usual."
The older man transfixed him with a glare. "Your
grandfather is on his way over."
The pigtailed young man's only response was to
turn deathly pale and begin helping his father.
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Slowly, the two Saotomes crept towards the front
door. It had been years since either had seen Grampa
Saotome, and neither one thought their sanity could take
it. Yes, Ranma's life was weird, but Grampa made it look
as simple as a quiet boarding house.
The moonlight softly filtered in, as Genma slowly
turned the doorknob, and opened the door. His heart
stopped. There, in the doorway, hours early, was his
father.
"Ah, Son!" The man appeared quite young, only
perhaps thirty. He was wearing a red jumpsuit, with
silver trim, boots, and gloves, and a silver triangle,
point down on his chest. "Nanoo, nanoo!" he greeted,
hand extended, a gap between his middle and ring fingers.
"Um, hello, dad," grumbled Genma.
"Uh, hi, grampa," muttered Ranma. This was gonna
be a loooooong week.
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- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard
Captain of the Guard of the Barony of the Far Woods
Empire of the Iron Mountains
http://members.tripod.com/~Valandar/fanfic.html
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