Subject: [FFML] [Repost] [Ranma] Our Wedding Day - Part 2
From: Jack Staik
Date: 1/28/2001, 9:22 PM
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-- Jack and Jill Staik (Yes, we know...) http://home.earthlink.net/~jstaik1043/otaku.htm -- Attached file included as plaintext by Listar -- -- File: owd02.txt DISCLAIMER: Yada, yada, yada ... you think makin' this stuff up is easy? -------------------- Our Wedding Day - Part 2 By Lady Tesser and Jack Staik -------------------- Kasumi answered the door. "Why, hello, Auntie Nodoka," Kasumi said cheerfully. "Have you come to see Ranma and Akane? They went shopping, but should be back soon." "Good morning, Kasumi-chan," Nodoka replied. "Actually, I came to see several people. Is Ranko or Nabiki available?" "Nabiki's upstairs. Ranko-chan's at Doctor Tofu's office now." "Is she working?" Kasumi shook her head. "She and Tofu-sensei are dating. They frequently spend time together." "Oh, that's wonderful!" Nodoka said. <Now she won't be in her brother's bed!> As the two women sat down, Kasumi pulled out her sewing kit. Nodoka watched as Kasumi resumed some elaborate embroidery work. "What are you working on?" Nodoka asked. "It's a new sash for Jiro-kun," Kasumi answered. "During his quest to get his name changed, he used to wear - pantyhose," <blush> "- around his waist which he could use in combat, but since his name-change he's just been wearing a plain white sash." Kasumi held up the elaborately-embroidered red sash. "This is made of a strong artificial fabric like the ones Ryoga uses, and it's weighted on the ends. Jiro-kun should be able to use it quite well." Nodoka nodded approvingly. Kasumi would make a marvelous martial artist's wife. And her relationship with Ichiro's eldest boy seemed to be progressing by leaps and bounds. Nodoka sighed. "You seem to be getting along so well with Jiro ... why did it take so long for Ranma and Akane to find each other?" "People were pressuring them," Kasumi said, "and they don't like being told what to do. Besides which, they were both terrified of the other rejecting them. They were both so lonely for so long." Kasumi sighed. "At least Akane had us, and Ranma had Ranko." "Now Ranko has her young man," Nodoka replied. "Does Ranma object to that?" <It wouldn't do for Ranma to become jealous.> "Oh, a little. You know how close those two are." Nodoka did a double-take. "You knew??" <She knew about their relationship?> "Of course. Ranko always confides in me," Kasumi answered. "I knew before anyone else. It came as a shock to the rest of the family." "I can imagine." * * * * * * * * * * Ryoga gave Conditioner a bath in the oversized sink in the back of the Nekohanten. He studied the infant, being careful with the child's head and delicate limbs. He still couldn't completely convince himself that he held the being once known as Happosai the Perverted. He vaguely remembered the battle during the typhoon at Ucchan's; how he saw Happosai change forms into a young man from the cursed water he drank at Ranma and Akane's botched wedding. He remembered Happosai had grabbed Ranko, trying to drain her energy. Then Ranma grabbed both, causing a living ki link between the two siblings. (Ryoga wasn't sure what exactly happened, but it was the only idea he could grasp as a possible explanation.) Happosai was a conduit for their energy, receiving concentrated ki from both sides of both male and female principle. In essence, he thought, baby Conditioner was Ranma and Ranko's child. Ryoga chuckled. "Come on, Kondishonaa. Time for Youba-chan to feed you." Yet, Ryoga wondered what his part in the whole scheme of things was now. His signature ki blast was now usless to him; since he began his medication, he no longer felt the depression needed to fuel it. In fact, his whole well-being was now in Perfect Balance, not given to extremes in any emotion. He sighed, debating what he could use now. He stared down at the baby in his arms, and the idea began to form. * * * * * * * * * * The seige continued ... Ina had all but taken over the doctor's office in preparation to meet with her 'Ono-sama' at her best. Ina had decided to sew up and iron all of the good doctor's shirts. Unfortunately, the doctor's receptionist was buried somewhere under the pile up of clothing. Ranko stared at the blonde girl who was humming happily to herself while wearing soup can-size rollers in her hair, the very incarnation of domestic bliss. "Ya'know ... " Ranko commented, "There *is* such a thing as being *too* girly ... " "Nonsense!" Ina replied in complete assurance. "One can never be too female or too domestic." Ranko groaned, slamming her fist up to clear the shirts off of her. "I'm sorry, Sophia-san, but it looks like he's not coming back right away." "Oh, he has to soon! It's almost lunch time," she giggled, twirling around to the stairs up to the apartment. "I'm even drawing little pink hearts in his rice!" "Great Gods," Ranko muttered, rubbing her shoulders as she shivered. "What a loon." Ranko made her way over to the front door to make a getaway, then found a frilly apron wrapped around herself. "Uhh!" she grunted as the air was forced from her. "Come on! We can make lunch together!" <Ranma, be grateful Akane-chan isn't like THIS!> "Uh, Sophia-san? What are you doing with all those ribbons and the curling iron?" "I'm going to do your hair, silly! It'd just look so a-DOR- able in lots and lots of lollipop curls!" "AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!" She tried. She tried her damnedest to escape the incarnation of C-Ko Kotobuki's sickeningly sweet sister. But that damned frilly apron was tied pretty tight. The female once known as Ranko Saotome closed her eyes in complete and utter terror. * * * * * * * * * * "Ugh," Ranma grunted from under the pile of packages. "C'mon, Ranma," Akane said, a note of irritation in her voice. "You never grunted so much when we went shopping before!" "You never bought so much before!" he gasped. "I'm buying fabric and designs for my wedding gowns, as well as my attendants," Akane explained. "Besides, I never had a literally unlimited budget - it's quite the rush." "Oh great - the whole thirteen billion's gonna be blown on wedding gown designs!" Akane playfully swatted Ranma in the back of the head as she guided her husband to the front door. Opening the door, Akane was surprised to find Nodoka and Nabiki going over some thick books. "Auntie Nodoka!" Akane exclaimed. "What brings you by?" "Hello, Akane-chan. And hello, Ranma." Nodoka smiled warmly. Ranma allowed the packages to drop on the sofa with a loud thud. "Hiya, Mom." "Is it true what Genma said? You and Akane have wed?" Ranma nodded. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "But don't worry," Akane added. "We're having a big wedding celebration for the family in two weeks. Shinto fashion." "But Genma ain't invited," Ranma said pointedly. Nodoka nodded. "He and Soun attempted to move into my home, but I kicked him out." Her face darkened. "After what he made me think of my father - of what he did to you - I don't want him in my home." She took a deep breath. "Which is part of the reason why I'm here." "Eh?" Ranma asked. "I'm divorcing Genma." Akane and Ranma nodded. "Good," they said together. Nodoka continued; "I came to ask Nabiki for advice - she handled things with the executors of Father's estate so well that I figured that she could aid me in this." "And we found so many grounds for divorce as to be sad," Nabiki interjected. "Desertion, fraud, abandonment, child abuse, several others." She smiled in an evil fashion. "But Auntie Nodoka's being nasty, and decided to use the worst one." Ranma and Akane looked in askance at Nodoka. Nodoka smiled. "Non-consummation." Ranma and Akane facefaulted. * * * * * * * * * * "What about your patients?" Ichiro asked. Doctor Tofu sighed. "I should be able to take care of this, right?" "Of course, you dip!" Jiro snorted. "You shouldn't let some little girl drive you out of your place. Be a man!" He rolled his eyes. "Sheesh." "You don't know her like I do!" Ichiro just smirked. "You think she's still at the clinic, lying in wait for you?" <Pathetic.> "I don't know; may I use your phone?" "Of course." The doctor located the telephone in the kitchen and dialed up the clinic's main number. It rang. Meanwhile, Jiro and Ichiro broke out into an argument over the proper way to eat rice - although both methods involved certain uses of Martial Arts Eating. <Ring.> Tofu tapped his foot against the cabinet, counting the seconds between rings. <Ring.> <Come on, Ko-chan! Are you there? If she's done anything to you ... > <Ri - > "Moshi-moooshiiiiii!" "Yipe!" he squeaked, recognizing the voice as *not* Ranko. "You want to see Tofu-sensei? I'm so-so-so sorry, but he's not here right now! Would you like me to take an itty-bitty message?" "Um ... no," he mumbled and hung up. "Ichiro-san, I'm going to need your help." "Yes?" "Call and ask for Ko-chan." The Hibiki patriarch nodded soberly and dialed up the number Tofu gave him. <Ring.> "Moshi-moooshiiiiii!" "May I please speak with my daughter Ranko?" "Okey-dokey! She's right here." In the background: "Ranko- san, it's your father!" "Give me the phone!" a voice cried. "Ichiro-papa?? Otosan??" Ranko said meekly. "Yes, Ranko-chan?" "HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" "Oh, why are you all upset?" said Ina's voice faintly. "You look SOOOOO pretty!" "What's she doing to Ko-chan?" Tofu whispered. "Something horrible from the sounds of it," Ichiro whispered back. To Ranko, he said, "Listen, your brother Jiro and I are going to pick you up." "Fine, good, great, just get me the hells out of here!" >From the background, "Aww, Ranko-san, you just said a very baaaaad word!" Ichiro hung up the phone, ashen-faced. He turned to Tofu and stated quietly, "If she hurts my daughter, I'm going to have to do something quite rash." Tofu nodded. Ichiro grabbed Jiro. "Hey, what the [CENSORED] are you doin', Oyaji?!" The three men raced out of the house. "Helping your sister!" "Which one? Have I met her?" * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, on a tramp steamer in the Sea of Japan, a very old Amazon Matriarch stared into a scry bowl of water. In the water (actually in her Mind's Eye), Ranma worked with his wife on an exotic ki technique, a variant of the legendary ki-ryu-to. <Amazing ... he saw the technique just once, briefly, when he was fighting for his life, and now he works on variations customized for specific individuals.> She shook her head in amazement at the boy's talent. <He was so easy to underestimate before, when he was a confused boy in over his head with romantic problems. As a secure, self-assured man, his true ability is easy to see.> She exerted her will, and the image changed to Ranko Saotome, her hair done up like Shirley Temple, a pink frilly apron over her dress, and a look of utter misery on her face. A perky-looking blonde girl was serving her tea. Nearby, some stuffed animals sat, each with their own cups of tea. Cologne chuckled; she knew that the version of the Warrior's Code the Saotome siblings followed would not allow Ranko to simply pound the (non-combative) annoyance into meat paste. Silly of them - that blonde girl needed killing; she was so *intensely* anti-Amazon as to make Cologne's stomach churn. The raw potential of the two Saotomes was immense. And, according to the sorcerer-physician, they could breed safely. If they produced a child, it could easily be the mightiest mortal warrior ever born. And, either as a husband or an adopted Amazon warrior, such a one would only benefit the Amazon bloodlines. Of course, Nerima was technically Shampoo's realm, and the Saotomes merely associates of the Amazons. They were outside of most of the Laws, and Cologne's influence. But that also removed many of the limitations on her actions. Before, the Laws prevented her from directly tampering with Ranma's mind or heart via magic; that would have invalidated the claim, as well as invoked horrid penalties (Shampoo's attempt to use hypnotic mushrooms merely caused a physical reaction, a small loophole). Now, since only non-Amazons were involved, no such limits applied. Carefully, Cologne took out a small envelope and removed two hairs; one black, one red. It took a great deal of stealth to acquire them from their unknowing donors. She opened the 'Big Book of Amazon Magic and Household Cleaning Tips', read the instructions, and brought out the equipment and ingredients. It would take three days to reach the Northern Shadow Port; within that time, she was certain, Ranko Saotome would be carrying Ranma's child. And since the Japanese have taboos about such things, it would be a simple matter to get them to relinquish custody and have the child adopted into the Amazon tribe, perhaps by Shampoo and her young man. Cologne smiled as she made the preparations. * * * * * * * * * * Liitak gazed down from the rooftop at the streets of Nerima. "It is almost time, My Lady," he said to the Lady to whom he'd sworn eternal loyalty. "The Godslayer's home has been found, and we prepare the Ritual of Joined Destiny. Soon, a new Golden Age shall dawn upon the world." The woman was clad in the deep purple nun-like robes and habit, her unseen face draped by a veil of modesty so that no ] man could gaze upon her flesh. The maiden Aga, called the Violet Dove of Peace by her unwanted followers, looked at Liitak through her veil with sad eyes. "It seems so ... wrong, somehow." "Trust me, My Lady." Liitak said soothingly. "Your powers of Peace, combined with the Godslayer's powers of War, will complete the circle of Yin and Yang, of Cosmic Balance, and bring a new era to this strife-torn world." She sighed. "Ending strife and want for the world, helping others ... everything I've lived for since my creation." She shed a single tear. "If it means I must bind myself to a violent warrior and let him ... use me, then it will be worth it." Liitak lowered his head. It grieved him to see the Violet Dove suffer so. Her sweet voice expressed her better than a face ever could. "Rest assured, My Lady, it will serve a Holy Purpose, a Greater Good." * * * * * * * * * * "Would you like some tea, Pikachu-san?" Ina asked the stuffed Pokemon toy she had brought to her tea party. "Um, Sophia-san?" "Call me Ina." "Ina, please can I go home?" "It's impolite to leave when someone invites you in for tea. A very fine custom over in Europe." She poured a cup for the Pikachu doll, setting it next to the cake and cookies in front of it. English tea service was so much more informal and more fun for her. "Ranko!" "Hey, imouto-chan!" "Ko-chan!" Ina's eyes widened at the last voice; the stars began to pulse and shine even brighter in her eyes. "Ono-sama!!" she cried out, jumping up. Jiro and Ichiro were first in the room. Jiro was the only one who hit the floor in gaffaws at finding the redhead in the girliest look he had ever witnessed (but he wasn't the only one who wanted to break into laughter). "You die, oniichan!" Ranko replied. Ichiro only let his jaw disconnect in disbelief, believing she was being tortured but finding this instead. "Ono-sama, you came back for me!!!" Ina shrieked, glomping onto the poor doctor. "GWAAK!" he replied, being squeezed around his chest rather tightly. Ranko broke out of the apron and took action in the first way that came to her - she pulled a mallet out and connected it to Tofu's head while exclaiming, "ONO NO BAKA!" Ina watched in horror as he collasped on the floor. She turned to Ranko and asked in a sweet-cold voice, "Why did you hit my Ono-sama?" "Reflex, gomen," she murmured, blushing. <After all those times Akane walloped me and Ranma like this, you'd think I'd know better ...> "You - you - MEANIE!!" Ina cried. "FIREBALLLL!!!" It was hard to tell who was more surprised - Jiro and Ichiro for witnessing it or Ranko for being on the receiving end of it. Either way, there was a hole in the side of Tofu's clinic with a smoldering redhead plastered on the wall of the house across the alley. <And I was holding myself back??> she thought as the restraints on her temper slipped off. Ranko slid off the wall and cupped her hands. Both Hibiki men grabbed Tofu's unconscious carcass and skedaddled out, yelling in panic. "DOKO RAKURAI!!!" Ina created her own hole in the wall as she was blasted out the opposite end of the clinic. As she pried her way out of the Ina-shaped hole, she glared across at Ranko. "Normally, I wouldn't stoop to violence ... but you hit my Ono-sama, ruined my tea-party, and GOT MY FAVORITE SKIRT DIRTY! THIS MEANS WAR!!" "Fine by me, blondie!" Ranko snarled. Ichiro and Jiro watched as the two females ran into the clinic, then their finely-honed martial artists' sense of danger made them flatten themselves on the ground. Just a second before the clinic was annhiliated in an explosion of preternatural force. Jiro glanced up at the rising mushroom cloud. "That time of month?" he asked. Ichiro, in reply, smashed his son's face into the pavement. Tofu came to and gazed in silence at the wreakage of his clinic. In the middle of it stood both ex and new loves of his life, somewhat dazed but recovering quickly. "Ono-san?" Ichiro whispered. Tofu inhaled sharply and waved his hands together toward both women. "ERECT SHIELD!" The debris surged up of it's own accord between the two, separating the battling women. "What do you two think you're doing??" he cried out. "STAY OUT OF THIS!!" they yelled back, the force of their shout knocking all three men off their feet. Ichiro looked at his old friend with an awed expression. "I'm sorry for thinking you were a pathetic wimp, Ono." "And I apologize for thinking you were a weenie," Jiro added. He gave them a puzzled look and replied, "I'll find out what that means later." Then back to the women (both trying to walk around the wall to bitch-slap the other): "Will you two please calm down?!?" "That top-heavy tramp started it!" Ina said. "At least I *have* something on top, you flat-chested little loon!" "I'm extra-petite! And Ono-sama seemed to like what I've got that night in the Budapest hotel!" Ranko's battle-aura erupted into the sky, making the sun appear to dim. Birds became silent, and the clouds skittered toward the horizon in fear. "YOU ... YOU *SLUT*!!!" she roared. * * * * * * * * * * Miles away, at Tokyo University, a seismograph suddenly pegged as a Richter 9.8 earthquake was registered in Nerima. * * * * * * * * * * At the Tendo Dojo, the Saotomes and Tendos pulled themselves out from the wreckage of the roof that had collapsed on their heads. "What was that?" Nodoka asked. Ranma sighed. "Ko-chan ... it's almost that time of month." Akane took a moment to pound him face-first into the ground for knowing another woman that well (even if she was his sister and they were in the same body once), then headed toward the source of the eruption.
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