Subject: [FFML] Re: [fanfic] [ranma] Black Rose, Blue Thunder: Fifteen
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 1/11/2000, 12:42 AM
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C+Cing as I go along.


"Somehow I get the feeling that I just missed something
damn important," said Ranma under his breath.

Aww. He's discovered that the world doesn't revolve around him. How sad.


Or at least she was pouting before Shampoo and
Tatewaki had appeared to sit with her on the high wall to Furinkan
High and asked exactly why she was pouting.

When she told them the reaction was immediate.

Shampoo burst out into raucous laughter and Tatewaki
frowned at her in slight disapproval.

Not the reaction she was looking for, I'd wager.


This was something that Perfume already knew but it was
still something that she didn't particularly want to hear.

Heh. Nice. I know I've been in depressed states when I
wanted sympathy rather than reality served to me.



The two Amazons turned to look at Tatewaki in some
surprise and offering a small smile, he said, "I have a curse just like
you, Perfume. Although mine leads me into situations less
harrowing than yours it

yours, it

still cause

causes

semblance of the normality you once had? And what of..."
Tatewaki trailed off as he turned red then said, "Children?
Shampoo has informed me there are ways in which two women in
your tribe

Usually by adoption. Or kidnapping. There's always kidnapping.



"Fiend!" Tatewaki shouted in deadly tones as he rose to
his feet and produced his katana. "I shall teach you a lesson about
treating ladies in such a vile manner!"

Kunou glomped onto one of the girl's bosom's. "Here is the proper manner to
grope. Pay close attention to the location of the hands. That's the most
important part."


Tatewaki then leapt off of the high wall and went dashing
towards the fray but found himself stopping short as he saw that
someone else was punishing the perverted old man for him.

A very beautiful someone.

This isn't going to go over too well with Shamp's, I'd reckon.


Then again, it was hard to really look at her features as she
was currently occupied with thrashing the old man by throwing
several hundred cannonballs at him and slamming a huge metal
mallet into his head.

Oh. Him.



"Mousse?" repeated Perfume as she took in the beautiful
girl before her in certain amazement. "You mean this is what
Mousse looking like in his cursed form?" She paused to look at
Shampoo then said in low tones, "Why you not tell me he end up
looking like such a pretty girl?"

My, my. Perfume's a little fickle, isn't she?


"A curse?" Akari repeated slowly.

Smiling again at Akari's shock, the boy gave an amiable
shrug then said, "Yeah, I know it's sort of strange to think that
magical curses actually exist.

As opposed to something normal, like Pokemons being all around.

be a trainer." He then paused to study Akari and asked, "How
about you? Are you a trainer as well? You must be, it's

You must be. It's


"Something you fear?" echoed Akari. "What is it?"

"It's horrible," the boy shuddered. "Even now just thinking
of it makes me want to bury myself alive and die."

he'd have to give his name. (Unless I'm terribly mistaken)



"That's it?!" the boy repeated in an outraged scream as he
leapt to his feet. "You can't imagine the pain and suffering that I've
had to endure because of my full name! And if I join the league
under it every time that I go into battle in an official competition it
would have to be called out! Oh, the horror! Oh, the agony! Oh,
the searing embarrassment of it all!"

Yep.



"How could I what?" asked Ukyo, who wasn't expressing
a hint of worry at Ryoga's attitude.

Suicidal, is he?


Snorting derisively at this, Ukyo retorted, "Liar. You can't
even admit what you are.

Ranma: That's not true. I've heard him admit he's stupid lots of times.


Ryoga's only responded

response


"Simple, Dachi," said Ranma as he leapt onto another
rooftop. "I don't want me, you, or anyone else I care about
anywhere near my big bro right now."

"But why?" asked Kodachi perplexed.

He's gonna blow.


"Yeah," said Ranma who finally paused on a rooftop at
least a mile away from the dojo. "It takes a lot for Ryoga to get
mad thanks to Mother's training but

mad, thanks...training,



"Dachi, I'm not kidding here!" Ranma was saying as he
paced back and forth. "My big bro isn't about to be stopped right
about now. If I tried I would

tried, I

 just get myself stomped in the
process and I'm not letting that happen."

I see this Ranma's survival instincts are in better form than the mainsteam
version.



"Very lucky," said Genma as he pushed his glasses up the
bridge of his nose. "Ryoga could do much worse." Genma then
looked Soun hard in the eyes and said, "He is his mother's son,
after all."

Something to be feared, all right.



"Lets

Let's


Narrowing his eyes a bit, Ukyo finally gave a careless
shrug and said, "Whatever. Just remember that this is my gig,
Mara. But I am glad that you're helping me with it."

Oh, her.


"So am I, my dear Ukyo," said the demon known as Mara
with a sensual purr. "So am I."

Well, she's got that right.

D.B. Sommer




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