On Tue, 15 Feb 2000, KaraOhki wrote:
Vince:
So many people have already commented on this that they haven't left
much for me (that's what I get for giving PikaOhki the computer last
night).
Oh, is THAT why you weren't on IRC? :)
"Kodachi said she wanted me to come over to talk her into
taking the match," Ranma said. "I was gonna check with you, but
then she said I was... domesticated."
Akane almost snickered at the sudden image of Ranma wearing
a saddle and bridle, but managed to turn it into a snort.
I liked the mental image Akane gets here, but somehow I don't see her
nearly snickering. After all, she thinks she "tamed" Ranma. Perhaps
a feeling of guilt
The image took her by surprise; she was snickering at her own imagination,
not at Ranma. She doesn't feel guilt at taming Ranma, though; that was
her explicit intention right from the Taming prologue: "... just enough so
he'll let himself be mine." She doesn't want him to know she thinks of
it that way, though, as came out in the Taming epilogue...
Akane and Kasumi exchanged glances that were both relieved
and perplexed. "Why not?" Akane asked.
"'Cause I love you. Jeez, what a dumb question."
Akane's expression softened. "Ranma...."
I had to read this part a couple of time before I got it straight, but
I found it hilarious. Ranma got through this alive.
Not by any cluefulness of his own, mind you. The only thing he did right
on purpose was not going off without telling Akane where he was going...
this is one of the situations where clueless honesty actually works.
Ranma covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head.
"Pathetic, I tell you. Here, gimme that, it's not gonna do you
any good." He grabbed the magazine from Hiroshi's unresisting
hand and walked off, thumbing through it. *Hmmm, 'Rate Yourself
As a Lover'... let's see here.*
1. VERY nice...telling them they have no promise, and need hands-on
experience. Of course, it'll just backfire in Ranma's face.
2. Is he having fun with that survey???
Oh, some. Of course, it's all soggy now from being left out in the rain
in a bundle of Chinese clothing. :)
Hiroshi and Daisuke glanced at each other and smiled in
sudden simultaneous inspiration. "Yeah!" Hiroshi said
cheerfully. "A kiss to the victor, that's us!"
BIG BIG Smile. Nope, A Kiss to the Victor...that's me and Fido.
^_^
I couldn't resist.
"Hi, handsome." Michi smiled and waved with the fingers
she'd just used to goose him. "Try it again when I win, hmm?"
*Hysterical laughter*
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander... or something like that. :)
Michi, pouting, watched him go. "They all do that," she
complained. "What's the nurse got that I haven't got?"
"At this school, about thirty years," Ranma said, smirking.
Ranma with a witty comeback? Ok, where's the real one?
Last saw him about 15 chapters back. :)
Akane smiled a little despite the
weariness, then concentrated on restoring her lost energy the way
Ranma had taught her. She tried not to think about the way
Hinako's breast, so much better than hers, would fill Ranma's
hand in a moment.
That girl needs a strong dose of reassurance, or SOMETHING, to show
her that Ranma couldn't care less about how long her legs are, or how
big her breasts are...
She's getting there, as she becomes accustomed to Ranma's, er, attentions,
but that Ranma is not a "breast man" will come as a shocking revelation to
her. :)
"All right, who are you and what have you done with Ranma?"
Akane asked suspiciously, but she was obviously having trouble
keeping a straight face.
"I'm the spirit of the Nyanniichuan, and I've taken Ranma
hostage," Ranma deadpanned.
Ack, he did it again!
Mea maxima culpa. :)
And YOU did it again.
I'd beg for more but I don't want to rush you...aww to hell with it.
More??? Please????
Well, considering what happened the LAST time you asked me to write
something, I think it's safe to say there will be. :)
Thanks for the comments!
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