Who's dream is it anyway?
A spamfic, by Carrotglace.
Kasumi walked along the road with Satoshi and Takeshi at her side. "Are
we there yet?" she whined pathetically.
Takeshi looked back at her and growled under his breath, he was holding
his arm up and moving it from side to side with his hand balled up in a
loose fist. "Now keep quiet back there."
Satoshi looked at him pathetically. "But I have to go to the bathroom!"
"Do I have to turn this..." started Takeshi, but he was interrupted by a
strange voice with a British accent.
"Now you have to travel as a group of over excited dogs, with Kasumi
playing the roll of alley cat."
Both of the boys looked at her and Kasumi screeched excitedly as she
bolted down the road yowling loudly. Takeshi and Satoshi gave chase
stopping occasionally to sniff each other's butts or any other large
object that happened to cross their path. Ash lifted his leg against a
tree, while Takeshi ran around in circles with his tongue hanging out of
his mouth.
That evening Kasumi lay down under the stars and sighed heavily. "That
was a pretty exhausting day. G'night Satoshi, g'night Takeshi."
Kasumi Tendo smiled as she stood on the front porch with her broom
sweeping cheerfully. On the side of the house Ranma and Genma fought in
their morning sparing match while Akane watched from the table. She waved
politely as one of the neighbors walked by in a morning jog.
A large gaijin wearing thick rimmed glasses satting behind a desk
suddenly appeared in the yard holding a stack of index cards. "Okay,
Kasumi, you are now the barbarian defender of the house. Ranma and Genma,
are both drunk, and Akane is Mother Superior, and this is her convent.
She sees the rest of you as unruly nuns in her order."
Kasumi blinked and looked at him oddly for a moment. "Oh my." She
shrugged her shoulders and took the broom up in her hands wielding it
like a broad sword. She grunted and charged Genma and Ranma.
The two men fell over on top of each other and struggled back to their
feet. "H-hey popsss, whozat?" slurred Ranma with a strange smile on his
face.
"I donno, less ask 'em," replied Genma as he leaned on his son.
"Hey who the he-" Ranma was cut off as Kasumi's broom hit him on his
head.
The girl gave a satisfied grunt as he fell to the ground. Genma looked at
her and blinked as he staggered to keep his balance. "Hey, you can't do-"
another swipe from the broom of death cut him off.
Akane appeared behind Kasumi and grabbed her by the ear. "What have I
told you about smiting the other sisters?" She brought the older girl
over to the table and pointed at the tabletop.
Kasumi hung her head shamefully and sighed. "Me sorry," she obediently
placed her hands across the surface as Akane produced a ruler.
"Remember that God loves you sister Kasumi," she said as she raised the
ruler over her head in preparation to strike.
The man stopped laughing and spoke to them again at this point. "Akane,
you are an exotic dancer, and Kasumi is your best customer. Since Ranma
and Genma are knocked out, Soun Tendo will be playing the roll of
homosexual bartender who is giving running commentary."
"Excuse me?" said the man as he emerged from the back of the house with a
shocked expression on his face as his youngest daughter began to slowly
remove her clothes to a leering and crudely shouting Kasumi.
Well, that's enough of that...
Ja ne!