DISCLAIMER: I deny that I denied the denials of my denying
the denials of my denial.
O_o .... Pass the Tylenol, please.
Ranko spread her hair out over the floor, resting her arms
outward, breathing in the meditative patterns of soul-
searching.
She had some time before she went into the clinic, and she
spent it in thought as she lay on the floor of the dojo.
Her father was Ichiro Hibiki. Her genetic make-up did not
include Genma Saotome in any way. She had inherited the
apparent Hibiki temper and stubbornness that both Ranma and
Ryoga commonly displayed, with disastrous results. Nabiki
just informing her that Pantyhose was Ryoga's legal half-
brother only confirmed it.
Heh. ...when first we practice to deceive.
Her ... mother ... was Nodoka Saotome. A woman who had an
affair with a travelling salesman out of loneliness. The
woman who gave birth to her brother. The woman who ... gave
birth to *her* long enough to not even take her first
breath. She had died before she lived, and her soul wandered
the Earth for near sixteen years.
(Of course, she had no proof of this, but it *felt* right.)
Ah. I was wondering when the proof for this had been offered...
Meanwhile, her brother that had survived was being tortured
and treated like property by a thing that was never a father
in the first place. The mother did nothing to stop it, and
had even condoned it.
Sixteen years she had no body. She could not summon a memory
of where she went or who she came across in those years.
Yet, she distinctly remembered being born in Ranma's
consciousness. She remembered when Ranma fell into the
cursed spring and she was thrust into his skull, feeling
their consciousnesses mingle and fight and panic in need for
in a(?) need for...
survival. Then he broke the water and both took that gasp of
air. Both were in panic:
Suggest: Both were in a panic: -or- were panicking:
Ranma for having her birthed inside
him, and her for being born. The scream of when he looked
down and saw her body made from his ... it was shared by
both. A scream of horror from him and a scream of panic from
her as she beheld the world for the first time in
overwhelming, vivid detail.
[...]
Ichiro beamed. His undecided daughter and his future
daughter-in-law were *getting along*!
"Oh, by the way, Nodoka-san, my son has been accepted as a
husband by the Amazon tribe ... "
Okay, I get it, now. EVERYBODY is going to be an Amazon by the end of
this fic, ne? :)
[...]
"Yes, the seven o'clock ... " Ranko handed her the clipboard
and added, "Tofu-sensei will be with you in a moment."
"I'm a regular," she replied, signing the sheet. "I'll be in
my usual room."
The woman slipped off the desk and ... she didn't just walk,
she bounced ... over the one
over to one
of the examination rooms,
complete with swaying hips and jiggling assets.
Ranko scratched her head and looked down at the signature.
'Eryala, Succubus first class,' she read.
Does she pay in cash or does barter with her skills? :)
* * * * * * * * * *
Doctor Tofu looked at his personal schedule, and light
dawned on top of his head.
<Of course she would ... >
He entered the examination room and found the succubus
reclined on the table, her bikini laying on the counter.
Tofu nobly ignored the obscene posture she was in.
Heh. Sure, doc, suuuurrrrre.
"Well, well, what the hells were you doing in my head last
night?" he asked.
[...]
At exactly the wrong moment, Ranko Saotome opened the door.
She took in the scene of the succubus that looked exactly
like her, the doctor with his battle aura flaring, and the
leather bikini strewn on the counter.
"I don't even *want* to know," she commented, closing the
door.
"Oops ... " the succubus squeaked.
HAHAHAHAAAAA!
"Now you've done it," he sighed, opening the door. "Wait!
Ranko!"
[...]
He was hyperventillating in his desk chair, his aura just
twitching. But the fear and anger and helplessness was still
there, now mixed with shame.
"Ono?" she asked, alarm in her voice.
Did you intend for her to call him by his family name? It parses
strangely if you did.
"I'm ... recovering, Ko-Chan," he said.
"What happened?"
"I - don't know. It happens whenever Kasumi comes around.
I've never been able to figure it out."
Ranko got a damp washcloth from his washroom and patted off
his forehead. "Everyone thinks you're so in love with her
that you go nuts when she's around."
"I used to think that, too," he replied. "But I have no
problem with avoiding her. And I do believe that if I were
in love with her, I'd try to keep her around. Instead, I'm
beginning to ... resent her."
Ranko narrowed her eyes, staring into his eyes. "Interesting
- needs to be looked into ... "
Kasumi sneaks off to ply her evil trade on the patients, now that the
good doctor has been put out of commission! :P
[...]
Kasumi leaned over and softly kissed his forehead. "Trust
me."
He smiled weakly. "All right," he whispered, then slipped
into unconsciousness.
Hmmm. Looks like you've been reading Vince's latest chapter of Centaur.
:) It's an interesting match, I'll say that for it. It also looks like
everybody is going to end up related to everybody else, as well as being
Amazons. :)
Ja!
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D.F. Roeder
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