Subject: [FFML] [Repost] [Ranma] Our Wedding Day - Part 3
From: Jack Staik
Date: 1/28/2001, 9:23 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: owd03.txt DISCLAIMER: The disclaimer has been cancelled. Have a nice day. -------------------- Our Wedding Day - Part 3 By Lady Tesser and Jack Staik -------------------- Ryoga strapped Conditioner to his chest in an improvised sling (since the carrier was custom-made for Shampoo's build, and his build didn't even approximate hers). He filled his backpack with baby items - <Who the hells knew I'd ever be doing *this*???> - and grinned as the baby giggled to himself. He knew he would enjoy being a father. The last few days with Shampoo and her son changed his mind about ankle-biters in general, as well as the pipe dream of having his own flesh-and-blood children. He wanted to be a father someday. He felt more complete in some mysterious way. Shampoo could grant him that. Shampoo ... Broad thighs, nice bust, sweet smile, tender soul, strong, smart, loving, beautiful, sexy, compassionate, understanding, desirable. He smirked to himself, letting his mind wander, not noticing that he'd left the Nekohanten. Shampoo would put the baby to bed and then they'd talk and cuddle for a while before he went to sleep on his futon. Ryoga had grown fond of her, liked her a lot. But loved? Did he love her? He mulled over it every evening after she said good night. Of course there was the physical reaction, lust. Then again, he enjoyed her company even when there was no lust. <What a funny word. A bit much for the real feeling ... sensuality, mayhaps?> He felt comfortable with her in all ways. Is that what love is supposed to be? He had to talk to someone who knows what love is, to give him advice. Ryoga wasn't surprised he ended up in front of the Tendo home, even though he had planned on just taking the baby upstairs. He wanted to talk to Ranma about a few things anyway. The main gate fell off its hinges as he entered the yard. "Konnichi wa?" he called. "Is anyone still alive?" Around the wreakage, he found Ranma and with Kasumi and Nodoka cleaning up as much as possible before the contractors arrived. "Musta been a hell of a party," Ryoga remarked. Ranma shrugged, grinned, and greeted his brother. "Tofu's old girlfriend met Ko-chan. The clinic's gone, everything else is just collateral damage." Ryoga nodded. "I wondered what the explosion was. Was anyone hurt?" "Tofu's ex-girlfriend is beat up pretty bad. Ko-chan's at a maximum level of piss-off - Akane's trying to calm her down, if that's any indication." Ryoga grimmaced. When *Akane* was considered suitable for *calming* a person, that was bad indeed. "Does Shampoo know you have the baby?" "I'm looking after him while she takes a nap," Ryoga sat down on a rock in the Tendo yard and looked around. "I heard you finally kicked Genma out." Ranma sat next to him. "Yeah. Akane-chan and I kicked the Old Men out and took over the place. By the way, you and Shampoo are invited to the wedding." <piku-piku> "Wedding?" "Akane-chan's and mine. Technically, we've been married since last night, but we're having a ceremony for family and friends." Ryoga smiled both sadly and happily. "I'm glad for you two. She needs somebody like you, man." "Arigato. What brings you by - besides dumb luck?" Ryoga traced his finger over the infant's head. "It's this thing with Shampoo." "'Thing'??" Ryoga chuckled. "I don't even know what to call it! I live with her, we go out on occasional dates, we talk and share things ... I don't know." Ranma nodded. "Sounds familiar." "She considers us engaged." Ranma gave a small laugh. "Sounds *very* familiar." "How did you finally know? About Akane?" Ranma smiled a sad smile. "When we were both utterly desperate, at rock bottom, about to give up on each other and ourselves, we reached out and found each other." Ryoga played with the baby's hand. "I'd like to not have to go that far." Ranma put an arm around his half-brother's shoulder. "Well, Akane and me and Ko-chan talked about this stuff a lot, and through all the crap, and I found two things that are *true*." Ryoga looked at Ranma expectantly. "First - love is when you're happy just because she is. And second - it ain't 'if you can stand being with them', it's 'if you can't stand being without them'." Ryoga looked puzzled. "Is this supposed to mean something?" Ranma smiled. "Hard-won wisdom, buddy. When you understand it, you won't be confused anymore." Ryoga shrugged. * * * * * * * * * "Grrrrrr..." Ranko fumed. "You're upset," Akane said sympathetically. "Gee - whatever gave you that idea?" Akane considered dumping another bucket of water on the redhead, but the first one just evaporated without even activating her curse. She might have to do it anyhow - the cushion Ranko was sitting on was beginning to smolder. "Back-up plan," Akane muttered, and went to the kitchen. She returned a second later with Nabiki's stash of rocky-road ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. The chocolate seemed to have the required calming effect. Soon, Ranko had told her sister-in-law all about what Tofu had divulged about the mysterious Ina Sophia. Akane smiled. "Are you jealous?" "YES!" Ranko yelled. "I am insanely jealous! I am scared to death that this hussy who's sweeter than Kasumi and wilder in the sack than a mink in heat will steal the man I love! There! Happy now?!?" "Wow ..." Akane said. "I didn't expect you to just - say it." "When you've spent most of your life as a disembodied thought," Ranko explained, "You tend to start meditating on your own nature. Being completely honest with yourself is a side-effect." "Do you love Tofu-sensei?" Ranko took a deep breath. "I think I really do love Ono. But this woman - she knows him, and she taught him magic, and they - the two of them -" Ranko began getting angry again. "The bitch *BRAGGED* about it!" She took a huge scoop of ice-cream and shoved it in her mouth. Akane sighed, remembering how she felt when she thought all those other girls who glomped onto Ranma were also in his bed. Those were just delusions of hers, things that she used to keep him away in her mind, things she *knew* she made up, and they still made her cry herself to sleep. She was a child then, immature and frightened. Now the time of her own belated maturity was upon her. Akane pushed Ranko's hair back from her face. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Taking care of you like you've always taken care of us," her sister-in-law repiled, chuckling. "What shall we do with the body *after* we kill her?" Ranko laughed bitterly, stabbing her spoon into the ice cream. "Don't tempt me, oneechan, because I *will* kill her - dead! Three times over! And another three just to make sure." "Imouto-chan, you said yourself that he doesn't want her back. He said he's scared to death of her." "So? She's still after him." She breathed deeply, followed by short breaths and a sob. "She's his equal in every sense of the word, how can I compete with *that*?? She's had *experience*!" Akane internally sighed in relief; that was all the proof she needed to know that nothing happened between her and Ranma on any intimate level. (Not that she was worried, no not her, not at all.) "He doesn't want her," Akane pointed out. "He wants *you* "Sure," Ranko wiped her eyes. "That's why he left me to fend for myself when she came to the clinic." "He left you??" the dark-haired girl exclaimed. Images, feelings, of Akane's long-dead crush on the doctor briefly surfaced. Her ideal of him was as a protector among other things, and this broke everything she ever believed of him. Yes, he *did* leave Ko-chan alone with the girl, knowing full well what the girl was like. Ranko only broke into fresh tears, hugging Akane. "It's not going to work, it's not going to work. I'm supposed to be alone forever." "Oh, that's crap," Akane replied, holding her. "Maybe Doctor Tofu isn't The One. It's not the first time with him, that's for damn sure." The redhead sniffed. "Well, maybe they deserve each other, then! Miss Betty-Hentai-Crocker and Doctor Crap!" The overwhelming effect of both battle and chocolate filled her system and Ranko cried herself to sleep in Akane's lap. <Of course she's scared,> Akane whispered, stroking Ranko's hair. <This is the only other guy she's loved besides Ranma and he's being pursued by some weird girl he used to have a relationship with - one that makes her feel inadequate. Been there, done that.> "Poor Ko-chan," she whispered. "You still have Ranma and me, imouto-chan, whatever that's worth." She believed the girl was not going to let go of the doctor that easily - the stubborness in their blood was going to make sure of that. She just had to get over the shock first, that's all. * * * * * * * * * * Doctor Tofu had the unconscious Ina Sophia taken to his associate Doctor Matsumoto - "And make sure you keep her under strong 'medication'." - and proceeded to rebuild his clinic using mysterious means and assistants. It was dusk when he finished. There was no sign of Ranko, and Tofu became worried as the hour of her arrival passed. <ring-ring> "Moshi-moshi?" "Kasumi-chan? Is Ko-chan okay? She's not at work." Kasumi sniffed. "She is not feeling well, Tofu-sensei. She has a headache and a backache and about every other ache because of your ex-girlfriend." <CLICK> Tofu pulled the phone away, laying it back in its cradle. Ranko was mad at him - with reason, he admitted. His display this morning was pathetic, unworthy. He'd have to make it up to Ko-chan. Perhaps some nice flowers ... The door chime announced the entrance of several persons. He turned to find Ranma, Akane, Ryoga, Nabiki, and Nodoka in the lobby. All had serious expressions, all stared at him with cold eyes. "Yes, may I help you?" he asked nervously. Ranma slammed his fist into his palm, asking, "You left my sister alone with that loony ex of yours?" "And you did nothing to help her?" Akane added, cracking her knuckles. "My best friend is *not* a person for you to shrug your problems off on," Nabiki stated. "How could you mistreat my daughter so?" Nodoka inquired. "You're going down, doc," Ryoga summed up. Doctor Tofu gulped. It was going to take a lot more than flowers to apologize to Ranko for his cowardice. A hell of a lot more. But first he had to get out of the room alive. * * * * * * * * * * "Sasuke!" Kuno called out. "I require your services!" Kuno's voice echoed in the empty house. "Sasuke!" he yelled. "I require you to aid me in cataloging my trophies!" Kuno put down the bag of female undergarments and looked in the usual places where servants could be found. He was somewhat mystified at one room, until he figured out that it must be the kitchen. "Strange. Where could my faithful manservant have gone?" Kuno finally spotted a note on the table in the entry-hall. "Ah, no doubt a missive from one of my numerous admirers," he said to himself. "How odd. Usually, my admirers are far too awe-struck of my greatness to write me." Kuno opened the letter and read; [Master Kuno;] [I have faithfully served the Kuno family for thirty years, as did my father and his father and his father before him, a bond stretching back over one hundred years.] [Now I must dissolve that bond and depart.] [Originally, the hobbies and eccentricities of the Kunos were mostly harmless, but your recent activities have moved into the bizarre and unnatural. Therefore, honor compels me to leave your service.] [Sasuke Sarugature] Kuno was stricken. "My loyal manservant, companion of my childhood - gone?? How??" Then the thought struck him with a loud thunk, echoing inside his skull. "Of course! The evil sorceror Tofu must have bewitched him, in hopes of learning my secrets!" Kuno bounded to the window, his weapon in hand. "Fear not faithful Sasuke! I shall defeat the sorcerer and end your degradation at the villian's hands! *And* free my precious Ranko from his perverse spells!" He turned back inside. "But first, I have to catalogue my panties." * * * * * * * * * * The head doctor of the Nerima Hospital mental ward sat down with the therapist, a patient, and a visitor. One was Ukyo Kounji, the patient they had under their care due to a nervous breakdown. The other was her friend named Konatsu Kunoichi who had been Ukyo's only visitor. Ukyo had her hair tied severely back from her face, clad in the hospital ward's pajama-like tunic and trousers. Her face was serious, a little tired, but more at peace. Konatsu was dressed in a pretty kimono, his hair tied up with an attractive bow. He was treated as she, but he didn't mind at all. He fussed over Ukyo, prompting the staff to call him 'Mother Hen'. "Well, Ukyo-chan," the doctor commented. "I am impressed with your recovery. From the stress related to school, your job, and personal problems, it was no wonder you ended up as you did. You should be congratulated, though, for your success." "Arigato," Ukyo replied. "Konatsu has been helping me in understanding things as well." She smiled warmly at the ninja, and he blushed. "That's wonderful. Izumi-san has informed me that she believes you are ready for out-patient treatment now." "Hai," the therapist confirmed. "I recommend you be released now and go back to work for the Summer before you resume classes again. I'm asking that you come back here for therapy sessions with me twice a week at first, then we'll have it once a week." "Was Ukyo-chan ever on medication?" Konatsu asked. "No," the doctor stated. "My evaluations concluded there was no need for it, just intensive therapy." "I needed it," Ukyo agreed. "It's straightened me out a lot." "As it was intended. Now, let's get the paperwork done for your release." A few hours later, Konatsu and Ukyo walked to a boarding house he was staying at a few blocks away from the hospital. He had brought her usual clothing of custom-made kimono and tight trousers, which she forlornly dressed in. "Konatsu?" "Yes, Ukyo-sama?" "Can I borrow your clothes until I buy new ones? I don't think I like dressing like a guy anymore." He blinked, taken aback by this. "Are you sure?" "Yes," she replied, taking her hair out of the band and shaking it out over her shoulders. "I've finally accepted I'm a girl." Konatsu nodded, hugging her. "I always thought you were beautiful, whether dressed as male, female, or whatnot." Ukyo hugged him back, laying her head on his shoulder. "I wasted my childhood on petty vengance." <sigh> "Wasted so many years ... and treated you, my only friend, so poorly." Konatsu shook his head. "You've treated me with more respect and kindness than anyone else had in my life. I don't deserve such a wonderful person as you as my friend." "Listen. I have some money saved up. Why don't we move into another restaurant and start over again? Different name this time, just you and me working as partners. I'll increase your pay to minimum wage and give you a real bed and we can have dinner together ... " Konatsu's eyes widened: she may as well have been describing the luxuries of the highest wealth. "Are you sure we can, Ukyo-sama?" "Of course!" she smiled. "We'll be happy together, Konatsu." He blushed prettily, hugging her waist tighter. "No more chasing after Ranma Saotome, either?" Ukyo sobered and nodded. "I've accepted that I never loved him, that Akane Tendo loves him - and he loves her." She paused, waiting for the familiar rage well up in her gut. It was only a flicker of uncertainty, then became silent. "I must apologize to both, but not now. I just want to have a quiet dinner and sleep in a nice bed." Konatsu weaved his fingers shyly in hers, and said, "Then let's go." * * * * * * * * * * "The Godslayer is alone at last!" "Are you sure it is the Godslayer?" "In his female form, my Lady." She sighed. "Retrieve him. But please be careful." * * * * * * * * * * Kasumi was meditating in the dining room like she always had whenever she was alone in the house. She had just gotten done with redecorating Akane's room for Ranko to move into (Spartan in concept, but comfortable) after she woke up. The redhead was sleeping in the living room so Kasumi could watch over her. Fitful dreams made Ranko toss and turn all that afternoon. A heartbeat caught Kasumi's attention. It wasn't a familiar one. She quietly leapt up and dashed to the kitchen for her own weapons. Normal prowlers knew not to bother with the Tendo place, but out-of-towners still had to be taught. It was only by his heartbeat that Kasumi was able to track the person's movements - they were as silent as darkness. She heard soft cat-like steps on the porch. She stood still in the doorway, waiting for the moment. The dark robed figure moved toward Ranko, pulling the blanket off of her and about to round his arms around her sleeping form - at least until she rolled out from under him, putting up a defense in her sleep as Ranma had always done. The potential kidnapper softly breathed, "Huh?" as his victim twisted out of his grasp. Then released a yowl of pain right after the clang of a cast iron skillet made contact with his head. Kasumi lifted it up and smiled sweetly, "And what do you think you're doing?" Liitak gulped, pulling out a pair of nunchakus. "I have to retrieve the Godslayer for my Lady." "There are no Godslayers in residence here, I'm sorry," Kasumi yawned, blocking the nunchakus with the frying pan. He tried his damnedest to defeat the woman, but she seemed to have a difference about her, to be something more that what she appeared to be. "Will you allow me to leave here with the Godslayer Ranma Saotome?" he asked. "Of course not, silly. He's married to my sister." <Oh, boy, that's not good; but a minor problem at the moment.> "Then who's that on the floor?" "His sister," Kasumi replied, untying her apron and whipping it at him, binding it around his face. As Liitak attempted to pull the apron off, he felt a dainty foot connect with his backside, sending him flying off the porch and into the air. "Oh, no, not again," he muttered. Kasumi set the skillet down and brushed off her hands. "As if we need anymore problems with weird men around here." She smiled; Ranko had slept through the whole thing. Liitak allowed his wings to whip out, slowing him down as he tore the cloth from his face. With mighty beats of his great white wings, the phoenix warrior flew back to his Lady, to report on his failure.
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