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Dream Sequencing
A Ranma 1/2 fanfic by D.B. Sommer
All comments and criticisms appreciated. You can contact me at
sommer@3rdm.net
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Ranma 1/2 Characters. They are
owned by Takahashi and whomever she sold the rights to.
You can find all of my fics now stored at:
http://angcobra.jumpfun.com/dbsommer.html
Yes, the beginning does seem horribly familiar. Bear with me. It'll get
strange then, but bear with that as well.
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"Put me down, Old Man!" A female Ranma shouted from her position over her
panda-father's shoulder as he knocked on the door of the house. The rotten
old fool. If he hadn't slugged her from behind with that stop sign, she
could have made a clean getaway and not had to deal with this whole stupid
fiancee situation. She wasn't going to marry some stupid girl, no matter
what idiotic promises he had made.
The door opened and a man in his late thirties and dressed in a brown gi
stood before them. Ranma watched him push his glasses back up his nose and
look the two newcomers over. "This is... unexpected," he said in carefully
measured tones, not giving the slightest hint that he was startled or
scared.
Genma whipped out a sign. "It's me, Ikari, old buddy. Ran into a problem
with some cursed hot springs."
"I see. That explains everything."
Ranma wasn't sure if the man could be human. He didn't sound anymore
relieved than he had scared. Didn't anything disrupt his composure?
Genma released Ranma and let her stand on her own two feet. Gendou looked
the girl over. "You are Ranma?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Are you capable of regaining your male form, or is this change of a
permanent nature?"
"Hot water reverses it. I'm fine until I get splashed with cold again."
Ranma watched Gendou steeple his hands together as his glasses seemed to
take on a sinister gleam. "Excellent. Then the engagement can go on as
scheduled."
Ranma was about to protest, then reconsidered. There was something unnerving
about his father's old friend. She would think of a better way of getting
out of the engagement rather than simple protestation.
The trio entered the house, Gendou leading the way. He continued speaking to
his companions, directing his comments specifically at Ranma. "I believe
you'll find any one of my daughters more than acceptable to marry."
Again Ranma kept from voicing a protestation. Gendou's presence was
overpowering. She decided to accept the engagement for now and figure a way
of getting out of it later. Some way that would keep her from ending up on
this guy's bad side.
The trio entered the kitchen where three young women waited for their guests
to enter. One wore a pleasant looking dress and apron. The second had on a
casual shirt and shorts. The third wore a plain-looking white gi. But their
style of dress was not the most noticeable thing about them.
The one in the apron led things off, "he seems so young. younger men are
boring."
"he looks like a girl to me."
"i don't want to marry him. all boys are jerks."
Each of girls looked the same. Exactly the same, Right down from their pale
white skin to their bluish tinted hair to their red pupiled eyes.
"Please tell me you guys are triplets," Ranma said quietly.
Gendou waved his hand before the trio. "Ranma, I would like you to meet my
daughters. Rei, Rei, and Rei."
"You gave your daughters the same name?" Ranma could barely ask the
question.
"Makes choosing a whole lot simpler, doesn't it, Ranma?" Genma happily
supplied with a sign.
Gendou moved to a closed door located on the opposite side of the room from
which they had entered. "If none of these are suitable for you, there are
plenty of others you have to choose from. As many different kinds of Reis as
you'd like."
He opened the door and out walked steady stream of girls, each identical to
one another save for the outfits they wore.
"nihao. rei is an amazon warrior. is you a strong man?"
"ohohoho. i am Rei, and pleased to meet you, since father said i should be."
"hello, sugar. want an okonomiyaki?"
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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ranma cried as he shot up out of bed, drenched in
sweat. It took him a moment to realize where he was. It was bed. His bed. A
glance out the nearest window showed it to be pitch black outside. He looked
to the clock next to him as it revealed the time to be 2:30 AM.
"Just a dream," Ranma gasped out as he breathed a sigh of relief. That was
the last time he watched Evangelion before bed. Anno was an evil man. Just
plain evil
The person laying next to him rose up and gave him a concerned look. "What's
wrong?"
"Bad nightmare." Ranma' heart was finally starting to slow down. That was
definitely a way too twisted dream. He hoped he would never have something
more disturbing again. Even dealing with Pantyhose Tarou was more relaxing.
His companion yawned, then said, "Well, go back to sleep."
"Yeah. Sorry to wake you there, Karou."
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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ranma cried as he shot up out of bed, drenched in
sweat. It took him a moment to realize where he was. It was bed. His bed. A
glance out the nearest window showed it to be pitch black outside. He looked
to the clock next to him as it revealed the time to be 2:31 AM.
"I hate that waking up from a weird dream crap only to discover I'm still in
a weird dream," he quietly brooded. And there was no way he was going to
think about the psychological ramifications of having a dream about sleeping
with Karou Nagisa. Not a chance in hell.
Just as Ranma was trying hard not to think about that, and of course doing
so, he realized there was still one problem. What if he was still dreaming?
If that was the case, that would be, very, very bad. There was no telling
what sort of twisted things might happen next. He wanted to be awake so he
knew it was safe to go back to sleep. Realizing he might be up the whole
night if it wasn't a dream, he accepted the fact there was only one way to
find out the truth in order to get another moment's rest.
Looking closely to make sure there were no sleeping companions snuggled up
right next to him, he looked several feet away to where there should have
been another occupant in the room. Sure enough, there was a huge form
bundled up in a set of sheets that effectively hid its entirety. That
figured. If he was out in the open, that would have made things too simple.
Knowing he had to confirm the huddled figure's identity, Ranma stood up,
went over, and rudely pulled the covers off the snoring figure. It was a
panda, just as it was supposed to be. But that wasn't enough. Ranma had to
take it a step further to be sure.
He kicked the figure in the side just hard enough to rouse him. The panda
awakened, though drowsily. Yawning, it sat up and held a sign that read,
"What is it, boy?"
"You're Genma Saotome, right? My dad, cursed to turn into a panda and
wrapped me up in fish sausages and threw me in a pit of cats, right?"
Again the panda held up a sign, "You're not still complaining about that,
are you? That was years ago. I real man would have gotten over it by now."
Ranma breathed a sigh of relief. Now at last he could get some decent sleep.
"Just making sure is all, Pop."
The panda was now awake enough to glower. "Go back to bed, Shinji."
Ranma's eyebrow began twitching in response. No way. There was absolutely no
way. Despite his reassurances, he went to a mirror that was hanging on the
nearby wall. By all right he should have closed his eyes and lay back down,
but morbid curiosity prevented him from taking the sensible course of
action. Instead, he found himself looking in the mirror. Sure enough, the
image reflected in it was that of a weak-willed, spineless jellyfish that
wouldn't know a martial arts move from a ballet.
"I really hate this," Ranma sighed as he bent his forehead back, then
brought it forward, smashing the mirror with it.
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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ranma cried as he shot up out of bed, drenched in
sweat. It took him a moment to realize where he was. It was bed. His bed. A
glance out the nearest window showed it to be pitch black outside. He looked
to the clock next to him as it revealed the time to be 2:32 AM.
Shinji Ikari? He dreamt he was that spineless worm? He'd rather be sleeping
with Karou than be such a depressing putz. Not that he wanted to sleep with
Karou, just that there were truly some things that went against Ranma's
basic nature, and the idea he could be that gutless was real close to the
top of the list.
"I've had enough of this," he said to no one in particular. Looking around
the room, he saw that on the surface it appeared just as it was supposed to,
but that had meant nothing up to this point. It was probably a dream again.
Certainly, there was one surefire way he knew of seeing if this was a dream
or not.
Not bothering his father this time, Ranma left his room and headed upstairs.
On the way to his destination, everything seemed to conform to the reality
he knew of the Tendou household. But there was this unmistakable feeling
deep down inside that it was all really nothing more than another illusion
constructed from the depths of his subconscious.
Ranma paused in front of Akane's room. There was only one way to find out.
Without knocking, he threw open the door and walked right into the room. He
headed straight for Akane, who was laying sound asleep in her bed.
Without preamble he shook her awake. She was just starting to groggily come
around when Ranma took several steps back so that she could get a good look
at him.
"What is it?" Akane started to say, then caught sight of the time on her
clock. "I don't believe this. What could possibly be so important that you
woke me in the middle of the night?"
Ranma cleared his throat and announced, "Akane, you're the one I love and
want to marry."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?"
"Ha!" Ranma smirked, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "That proves this
is a dream. I could never say something that decisive about you if this was
the real world."
Akane blinked twice, then slowly nodded her head. "You're absolutely right.
There's no way you could say that in reality. This must be a dream."
"I knew that," Ranma said, completely satisfied. "Good night," he told Akane
as he left the room and headed downstairs, determined to kiss all of these
dreams good bye by going back to 'sleep' and waiting for a natural awakening
to occur. And he was going to do his damnedest to keep from remembering any
of them once he ended up in the real world again. There were some dreams
that were just too disturbing to want to be remembered.
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Akane shook her head as Ranma left her room. Or the thing that looked like
Ranma, she told herself. Of course he was correct. There was no way Ranma,
even as strange as he could be at times, would barge into her room in the
middle of the night, wake her up, say he loved her, then declare it a dream
and walk out just as easily as he entered. He had been right, and it was a
darn weird one too. Akane would be the first to admit she had some pretty
bizarre ones upon occasion, like the recurring one about giving a speech in
front of a crowded room full of people while being completely naked and not
thinking they were a bunch of perverts for looking at her. But this one was
probably even weirder than that.
Having nothing better to do, and feeling extraordinarily tired for being in
the middle of a dream, Akane lay her head back on the pillow and decided to
get some more sleep in her dream before she woke up to the real world and
had to go back to the same old daily grind.
As Akane felt sleep start to drift back to her again, she found herself
admitting that it would have been nice if that particular dream had been
reality. But really, it was such a far-fetched thing that it even stretched
the bounds of fantasy. The idea of Ranma boldly declaring his love for her
was about as likely... as likely as that Shinji boy, in that weird show they
had watched before going to bed, growing a spine. Some things were just
impossible to believe.
So Akane drifted back to sleep, a small smile on her face as thoughts of
Ranma's declaration running through her mind.
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Just a little something that came to me. Probably the closest to a pure WAFF
piece, that I'll ever do. You just know that in the Ranmaverse even
something as simple as a declration of love wouldn't be that easy. That's
all there was to it. Just a little shortfic here, though I'm sure someone
has done a fusion with the Ranma being engaged to any one of a host of Reis
concept somewhere out there.
Hopefully I'll find the time to begin writing and C+Cing in quantity once
again. Still pretty darn busy, and my vacation is over. *Sigh*
D.B. Sommer