Hi, nice to see that chapter one is done. Feel free to use or discard
suggestions as appropriate. Overall, I enjoyed this part of the story;
however, I have some of the same problems this chapter as I had with the
prologue. Sometimes, the sentence fragments work quite well, at other
times, they become very distracting. Comma and semi-colon usage needs to be
improved as well, try reading the story out loud and notice where you pause.
I find that it helps me pick up the most obvious errors. You might also try
using a spell/grammar check program, never take it's suggestions as gospel
^_^ but it's a good tool for picking up the obvious mistakes. Good luck
with chapter 2, I'm looking forward to reading it.
Take care,
Jen
----- Original Message -----
From: Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu>
To: FFML (E-mail) <ffml@anifics.com>
Sent: Wednesday, May 01, 2002 12:17 AM
Subject: [FFML] [Fanfict][R.5/SM][1st Draft]Awkward Consequences: Chapter 1
The characters in this story belong to their respective creators and
copyrights. Ranma 1/2 is the creation and intellectual property of Rumiko
Takahashi. Sailor Moon is the creation and intellectual property of Naoko
Takeuchi. All original content is the creation and intellectual property of
Samuel Phoenix. Recognition is given to John Sanchez for a small kick of
inspiration that helped produce this story.
Awkward Consequences
Chapter 1: Unexpected Revelations
PsyckoSama (syp104@psu.edu)
It was light, the day had come. Once more into the breach. Hotaru looked
at her clock. 6:25. Close enough, time to get up and face the world.
She arose from her bed and turned to her closet. She was running her daily
routine, she had to continue on as if there was nothing wrong. If she acted
different from the norm the others would realize something was wrong, and if
they knew something was wrong then they would eventually find out. She had
to figure things out before it was too late. She had time, just not enough.
running her daily routine doesn't sound right maybe following her daily
routine
It's still a bit disjointed and choppy, you could combine a few of the
sentences to make it flow better.
She removed a uniform, the colors of Mugen Academy. What would happen to
her school life. She fought hard, studied hard, to get into the school. What
would happen to her education.
questions marks needed after life and education
Hotaru's train of though was disturbed by the shrill cry of her alarm
clock. 6:30, time for all good girls to get up and face the day. She quickly
turned it off and left toward the bath.
She exited her room and carefully walked toward the bathroom. Good, no one
in the halls. No one in the halls to see the dried tears that framed her
face.
She closed the door. Time to wash up, to cover the evidence of her sadness
and tears. Smile, Smile, always smile. A smile was a mask of happiness. If
you smile then people would not question, and search for the truth before
you were ready. She ran the water and washed her face.
In a cascade of soap and water she wiped away the tracts left by her
tears. She wiped her face clear and glanced in the mirror. All she saw was
her self.
wiped twice
Kawaii. She had been called Kawaii. Was it true, or was it a falsehood
said to throw her off balance. She couldn't see how it was true. She was
short, bony, and flat-chested. Her hair was too thin and she didn't have
enough color in her skin. How could she possibly be cute? Who could find a
sickly girl like her attractive? That was a question to ask when the time
was right, but not now.
Right now she had to worry about her face. The tears themselves were gone,
but she still looked like hell. Her eyes were puffy and she had rings under
her eyes. She would have to do. She did not have the time for makeup.
you could combine the last two paragraphs
For a moment she felt her stomach wretch, the feeling of vertigo and
nausea that had been plaguing her regularly for this last accursed month.
sentence fragment
In moments she was worshiping the porcelain goddess with the enthusiasm of
a zealot. As she hurled Hotaru wondered how could something that taste so go
going down be so nasty going back up.
commas after moments and hurled. typo good I assume instead of go
hurled doesn't really go with the tone of the paragraph, could be me, I hate
that word.
Hotaru removed her head from the toilet bowl and sighed in dejection. It
is only going to get worse from here. Why did the kami hate her so. She had
to be cursed. It was not possible for someone to have worse luck then she*.
question mark
With a gag she spit out the vomit that was lingering in her mouth. With an
irritated grunt she opened the medicine cabinet and withdrew her toothbrush
and some toothpaste. After squeezing a hearty helping of the mint flavored
goo onto her brush she began the task of ridding her mouth of what vile
flavor remained.
commas again
When she completed her brushing, she quickly changed into her uniform.
Stopping only to throw her PJs into the hamper, she proceeded down the
stairs. Smile, smile, the less they know the better you are.
When she got to the kitchen, she noted that all of the outers were
present. Michiru was finishing up on the cooking, Haruka was sitting back
waiting for breakfast, while Setsuna was drinking her ritual cup of black
coffee and was reading the newspaper.
"Good morning Hotaru-chan!" said Michiru shattering Hotaru's train of
thought.
"I'm jut fine Michiru-mama," replied Hotaru. To prove her speculative
state of happiness Hotaru smiled. The smile was a wonderful example of poor
acting. A large, plastic Chelicerae Cat grin to give emphases a plastic
mood.
just instead of jut
cheshire cat.
punctuation
Of course Michiru did not buy her act for a second. She took a look at her
adopted daughter. Making a mental inventory she did not like what she saw.
Greenish tint to the skin, a sign of nausea. Red puffy eyes, like she's been
crying. Black rings under her eyes, looks like she didn't get much sleep.
"Hotaru-chan, what's wrong?"
This is bad. Doing her best to keep from showing her inner feelings she
doubled up on her smile, but could not cover her heavy perspiration. Hotaru
really hated being the center of attention. "Nothing Mama! I'm jut fine"
just
Michiru frowned, there was something wrong with her baby and she would not
tell. What kind of mother would she be if she did ask? "Hotaru-chan, you
look nauseous, and your eyes are puffy and red. What's wrong Hotaru, have
you been crying? Are you still getting sick?"
Hotaru sighed, she might be able to get out of this. She took a look at
Michiru, and could
sighed; she might
see that she was not going to be happy until she had an answer. "I was sick
again mama, but I was not crying. I think I was allergic to something I
ate."
Hotaru's smile faded as she spoke. She hated lying, especially to her
family, but sometimes you have to force your self to do the unpleasant. She
knew this better anyone alive.
the unpleasant ? missing word
Haruka smirked, and leaned toward her adopted daughter. Hotaru had seemed
down lately with this mysterious new illness. She had also been slightly
standoffish, and now it looks like she has been crying. Taking a stab to see
what was happening she said, "So Hotaru-chan, who's the boy?"
Hotaru's eyes almost bugged out of her skull, and she stopped dead in her
tracks like a deer in headlights. Did she know?! What was she going to do?
The expletive list that ran through her head was long and harsh.
"Well?" inquired Haruka, noticing her daughters reaction.
Hotaru's mind ran through a thousand different responses, from admission
to indifference. Finally she settled on denial. "Boy? Haruka-papa, do I look
like one of the inners to you?"
Umm, this is a bit much, I get the impression that Hotaru is claiming that
the outers are all gay. I could be out to lunch here but....
Haruka lowered her head and sighed, "Guess not..."
With that out of the way Hotaru sighed at sat at the breakfast table. When
the food was served she dug in with unusual gusto. She tried her best to
avoided and ignore and stay out
avoid and ignore - avoid or ignore
of the conversations around her. Today the conversations mainly consisted of
Senshi business, complaints about Haruka and Michiru confliction collage
schedules, and general flirting between her parents. As usual Setsuna
remained silent and out of the picture. Well, mostly out of the picture.
conflicting college
Setsuna lowered her paper and cleared her throat. "Hotaru, yester day you
came in with a bag from the pharmacy down the street. What was in it?"
yesterday
"Oh, nothing Setsuna-mama! It was only..." Hotaru though for a moment,
what would be a good cover up. "It was only some antacids! I thought that if
I took some antacids before bed I could keep from getting sick! I think they
are what made me have a reaction!"
Hotaru gave everyone a huge plastic grin and hoped they would buy it.
"It looked like there were boxes in it," commented Setsuna as she took a
nonchalant a sip of her coffee.
Hotaru decided that she had had enough of this. Taking a quick look up at
the wall clock, she pushed the scant remains of her meal away from her and
stood up.
"Oh, look at the time! It's getting late. I've go to get going!" she said
as she walked with unusual hate to retrieve her coat and school bag.
Haruka blinked. Hotaru never left this early, and she always got a ride.
"Hotaru, it's not that late. I'll drive you one I'm finished eating."
Hotaru shook her head. "No, it's fine Haruka-papa! It's such a nice day! I
think I'll walk." Hotaru did not give any one a chance to respond as she
bolted out the door.
The three outers all stared blankly for a moment.
"There is something seriously wrong with that girl," commented Haruka.
Setsuna and Michiru just nodded.
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Hotaru collapsed onto a wall near the outside of her house. The stress and
activity caused by her morning had finally caught up with her frail
constitution.
Through labored breaths she reconsidered her situation. She couldn't hide
it. If she wanted to handle this in her own way she had to get this over
with, now.
Once she had reached an endurable level of physical recovery Hotaru stood
up and left. She walked at a slow, sedate pace, both to save energy and to
give her time to think.
She looked back to her one meeting with Saotome Ranma. What could she
remember from their conversation. Looking back she remembered little. While
she wasn't surprised, it was upsetting. She could remember that he was a
nice person, and he had clamed to be a great Martial Artist. He had told her
his address, but that, the most important detail, what she could not recall.
All she could remember was him mentioning Nerima and a Dojo.
dojo lose the capital
Hotaru groaned. Great, she had to find a particular dojo in Nerima. Why
did it have to be in Nerima? That district had a reputation as a Mecca for
martial arts enthusiasts. There had to be at least a hundred dojos in
Nerima. This was not going to be easy.
As she walked Hotaru was reminded why she usually got a ride. It was a
long walk. While most normal girls could easly walk the distance from her
house to Mugen, Hotaru was beginning to tire already. At this rate she would
be luck to make it before first bell. Taking a deep breath she put more her
stride, hoping she would not need to rest too many times.
easily
Today she was in luck. She made it by the bell, barely.
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"Some things never change," Hotaru mused to herself as she ate her lunch
alone. During the day Hotaru had more time to think. She realized that
trying to act happy was not going to fool anyone. She had to try and act
normal, or at least what passed for normal for her. She also had to find
Saotome Ranma.
Normal, why couldn't she be normal. She looked at the other students as
they ate their meals and talked. Her only friends were the senshi. Even her
best friend, Chibi-Usa, was a senshi. None of them were normal, but they
still had normal friends. Why couldn't she? What was wrong with her?
Hotaru sighed longingly as she looked at the others talked and quietly
observed their conversations. Always listening, never intruding. The
conversations today were average. The boys were talking about the girls, the
girls were talking about to boys. Kanada Ryu, the classes premier technology
Otaku was boasting about his new computer, while Yoshi and his goons were
talking about some big fight in Nerima between two meatheads named Ryouga
and Ranma...
Hotaru's eyes popped open as she what they said. Ranma? As in Saotome
Ranma? In a flash her head we turned towards the group of young roughs.
There were four on them, and in the center was the large, arrogant form of
Yoshi. In his hands was a cheap newsprint magazine labeled "The Nerima
Review".
head was turned
On its cover was the picture of two young men in a contest of skill. The
powerful bandana clad, umbrella packing form of Hibiki Ryouga and the lithe
pigtailed form that Hotaru immediately recognized as her quarry: Saotome
Ranma.
bandanna
Without thinking Hotaru bolted up and snatched the magazine from Yoshi.
The large teenager immediately stood up and glared down at the small girl.
The large boy snarled angrily, "Give that back you weird little slut, or
I'll..."
Yoshi was unable to complete his threat as Hotaru's knee met with his
groin. Hotaru just was not in the mood to deal with the fool or his mouth.
She left the boy whimpering on the floor as everyone in the room gawked at
Hotaru in shock. They had never guessed that they would live to see the
class outcast confront and disable the class tough guy.
Ignoring the gaze of her peers Hotaru opened the magazine and began
reading. The most of the magazine was a step by step conical of the
different fights, brawls, and duels that happened in the Nerima on a daily
basis. To her surprise most of the Magazine was about Ranma. He seed to be a
local celebrity among the Nerima Martial Artist community. It calmed her to
know that he would have been so easy to find.
seemed to be
Hotaru turned to the front and looked in the index. Page 21, Biographical
Index. She had hit Pay-dirt.
She quickly ran through the colorful index of names until she reached
Ranma's entry.
His name? What she was looking for. Saotome Ranma. His age? 18. Not that
far from her own. His style? Anything goes? Sounds silly. Skill level?
Master? That sounds high. Contact information! Exactly what she was looking
for!
Hotaru could not hide her beaming smile as her memory was stirred. Tendo
Dojo, yes, he lived at the Tendo dojo. She knew where he lived. She would
contact him tomorrow. Looks like she had to cancel her plans with Chibi-Usa.
Things were looking up, if just by a little bit.
Her quest for Saotome Ranma satisfied, she turned to the main story and
began to read. From what she could understand between the technical
descriptions of the moves she found it hard to believe. If there
descriptions were true, then there were people In Nerima that could possibly
be considered equivalent to a Sailor Senshi in power. If it was true, that
could be worth mentioning.
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When Hotaru arrived at home that night she was much more in control of her
emotions then she was in the morning. She was still afraid, she was nervous,
and she was still hesitant, but the initial shock had begun to wear off,
being replaced by realization. She would have to tell the others, she would
have to handle this, and she had the final say.
She had a plan. It was not a particularly good one, and things still
looked somewhat bleak, but things did not look as hopeless. She could
manage, at lease for now.
Hotaru took in a deep breath and opened the door. The moment of faith.
They must be worried about her. She knew she was not a terribly good actor.
Hopefully they we're not doing something silly like waiting by the door for
her. They were.
Haruka and Michiru both stood up from their seats and look at their
daughter. Hotaru gulped, their stares made her feel like she was being
interrogated. She was right.
"Hotaru-chan, what's the matter? Please tell us." Asked Michiru, her face
the very mask of concern.
Hotaru sighed, she had a feeling where this was going. "Nothing mama, I'm
fine."
"Cut the crap, Hotaru. We know something's wrong. We love you and want to
help you, so please tell us," said Haruka, somehow managing to seem both
highly annoyed and worried at the same time.
Good Cop, Bad cop. Right on the money. If the age difference between them
wasn't less then five years Hotaru would swear that they were getting
predictable. Must be a parent thing. Oh, joy.
Hotaru knew that they would not be satisfied until she told them the
truth. She also knew that she was a horrific liar. She was momentarily
reminded on a friendly poker game she had with the inners. Who knew that
innocent seeming Ami-chan was such a card shark.
Honesty, honesty was the best bet. The fickle thing about the truth is you
can tell part of it with out telling all of it. If you wanted to you could
go into detail and make sure the person your telling understands it in its
totality. You can also be vague, telling them just what you want them to
know and letting them come to their own, oft incorrect, conclusion. It's
vague time.
truth is that you
Hotaru sighed. She just hoped that she would not give away too much or
break down and tell everything. "Haruka-papa, Michiru-mama, I just have a
lot on my mind."
Michiru looked Hotaru in the eyes. "Please tell us what it is. It is
obviously important. Please, let us help you."
Hotaru sniffed. She could feel tears coming on. She could break down, let
it out. No, just not yet. She had to be strong, in control. "I... I can't.
Just not yet. I have things I need to do first. I need to try and deal with
this myself before I tell you. Please understand, please?"
"Hotaru..." Haruka had to know, but her questioning was interrupted mid
sentence by her lovers hand on her shoulder.
lover's
She turned to Michiru who quietly said, "Haruka, She's right. We should
trust her to make the right choice. It you can't trust those you love, who
can you?"
Haruka paused for a moment then nodded her head. "Your right, Michiru."
Hotaru smiled brightly. They trusted her. "Mama, papa. I'll tell you soon.
Probably by the end of the week. Ok?"
The end of the week was probably long enough to get in contact with Ranma,
and get some sort of decision out of him. She also doubted she would be able
to keep the truth in longer then tat.
"Don't make me hold you to that Hotaru-chan," jested a smiling Haruka.
Hotaru groaned, then hugged her parents. Things were looking somewhat
stable at the moment, but she was damn sure that it would all be going to
hell soon. They would not like the truth, no one would. Oh well, you have to
enjoy it while you can.
After a long moment Hotaru broke away from her family and left the room.
She headed directly toward the phone in the living room, and more
importantly, the phone book.
Hotaru could not help but roll her eyes when she entered. Setsuna was
sitting in her favorite chair with a soda and bowl of popcorn watching, of
all things, imported tapes of WWF Smackdown. Hotaru could never understand
how a grown woman, who by all respects predates recorded human history,
could watch that mindless macho crap. So much for high culture.
Hotaru lifted the phonebook and began to dig through it. After a few
moments she found the entry for the Tendo Dojo. Address and phone number.
Just what she needed. Hotaru quickly ripped out the page and headed up
stairs.
She would have to get an early start the next day. She would ask Haruka
mama to give her a ride to the bus stop, and from there she would go onto
Nerima, and what ever fate awaited her.
whatever
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From the top of the Canal's protective fence, Saotome Ranma relaxed in the
noon day sun. It was Saturday and classes were over for the week. Except for
one unfortunate "upset" a month and a half ago, life had been going
relatively well for him these last few months. Akane had not been kidnapped
for almost 3 months now, and the number of out of the blue challengers and
fianc�es was at an all time low.
noonday
Surprisingly enough he was also doing well in collage. While his English
stank, and his grammar and writing were horrific, he was doing well in most
of his other classes. Once he was out of the dry, regimented environment
that was High School he quickly discovered that he had a gift for
mathematics and history. Good enough that his Physics teacher was trying to
pressure him into becoming a Physics major.
physics
This scared the daylights out of him. Ranma knew that if there was one
absolute in life for him, it was chaos. Peace and quite were not in the
description. Things had just been too peaceful, and considering how good
life was looking, when it blew it was going to go off big.
With a sight he turned and continued his daily run. A light twenty-five
kilometer fence-run across Nerima. A perfect light jog, and a good chance
for who ever was out for his blood that day to get it out of their systems
before they drag it home to the Dojo.
dojo
Today, it wasn't working. This was odd, very odd. Every day he would
encounter something, even if it was as minor as a splash of water or Kuno
spouting flowery garbage. Today there was nothing wrong, absolutely
positively nothing. Not a good sign.
were
By the time he had returned home, Ranma was slightly unnerved. There was
not a cloud in the sky, his challengers were totally absent, and he had not
argued with Akane once. He never had days like this.
Ranma just shrugged. He would handle it the way he did everything else. He
would let it go its course. No need to fight the river, you'll only get
swept away.
He hopped over the wall into the backyard. Through the house's sliding
door he could see that Kasumi was sitting across from someone. With a smile
he walked toward the door.
"Hey Kasumi! Who is the visitor?"
"Oh hello Ranma! There is some one here to see you."
Ranma turned his head to see who it was. Ranma's body totally froze up,
and his eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw the face of a person
he had only met once. Shit, meet the Fan.
whom
Hotaru stood up and brushed of her skirt. This was the moment of faith,
don't screw up now. "Hello, Ranma-san," Hotaru said with a respectful nod.
Ranma gulped. "Err... Hotaru... ahh... How are ya?"
Hotaru started to shudder. This was not easy. "Ranma-san, we need to
talk." After a moment Hotaru realized Kasumi's presence, then continued
"Alone."
"And what will you be talking about?" growled Akane from behind Ranma.
Ranma quickly twisted around and began to back up. Akane was in her Gi.
She had apparently just finished training in the Dojo when she had over
heard them. "Err... Akane, It's not what it looks like!"
gi
Akane's eyes narrowed. "Oh, and who is this?"
Ranma blushed lightly and gulped, "She is... just a friend... yeah, just a
friend! Akane, meet Hotaru. Hotaru, this is my fianc�, Tendo Akane."
Hotaru's hear stopped. Fianc�. He had a fianc�. No! She couldn't tell him!
To do so would oppose everything the senshi stood for, everything that she
stood for. She just couldn't ruin another person's happiness for her own
benefit.
Hotaru could barely hold in the tears and she looked at the two. "I'm
sorry for bothering you two. I will be going. Have a good life." Without
another word, Hotaru turned and ran from the Dojo as fast as her sickly body
could carry her.
Ranma stepped forward to follow, but was cut off by Akane's voice. "What
do you think you're doing? Trying to add another girl to your harem?"
Ranma, contrary to popular opinion was not the unobservant fool he was
made out to be. While he did not have the social graces or tact to keep his
foot out of his mouth, he was no idiot. If anything he could detect people's
intentions and emotions better them most people.
Manipulating your opponent through his or her emotions was a key part of
the Saotome school. To undermine their confidence, and to make them lose
control to anger. This necessitated an indebth knowledge of the human
psyche, and there was a reason Ranma was a master.
indepth
Ranma could tell that she had something important to tell him. Part of him
dreaded that news. Strange women with who he had some form of past never
brought good things. Another part of his was curious. Even though he had
only met her one, he knew that Hotaru was not the kind of girl to come
unannounced without a good reason, especially after his warning. Finally
there was the main reason why he had to talk to her. He made her cry, and If
he had one weakness, it was he could not stand making girls cry.
Ranma heave a sigh. He would have to find her, but first he needed to keep
Akane from killing him. "Akane, she had something important to tell me. I
have to see what it was."
Akane growled with rage. "Fine then! Go look for your girlfriend!" She
stormed past Ranma toward the stairwell. Before she turned to leave the room
she looked back at Ranma screaming, "As far as I'm concerned, our engagement
is over!"
While Ranma usually would have stayed to defuse Akane (by letting her
pound on him), he had to see what Hotaru wanted. Ranma jumped onto the roof.
It only took him a moment to find her. She was less then sixty meters from
the dojo, knelt over and breathing heavily. It would only take him a few
seconds to reach her.
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Hotaru was beside herself. Her gambit had failed. Once again she was
alone. Alone! No one to help her. The others could try but they couldn't
understand. Even if they knew she would be alone.
She could have dealt with rejection, even scorn. She was no stranger to
either but to not even have the chance ripped her apart inside. What would
she tell Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama? What would they say? Would they be
angry? Would they every trust her again?
Hotaru collapsed her knees as her limited reserves gave out. What would
she do, what would she do?
"Hotaru?"
Her eyes burst open, and she looked up. Through her tear clouded eyes she
looked directly into Ranma's eyes. Two beautiful gray-blue orbs filled with
nothing but concern.
"Hotaru, don't cry. Please? Tell me what you came to say."
Hotaru shook her head. She could do nothing but refuse. She no longer had
the strength of will to tell him.
Ranma held out his hand. "Please?"
Hotaru shook her head again. "No! I can't! You have a fianc�. I... I can't
ruin you happiness."
Ranma rubbed the back of his head and blushed. "Oh, that! I have two
others just like 'er. Mostly thanks to my old man. " Ranma's face dropped
into a scowl. Under his breath he grumbled, "Baka panda."
Hotaru's mind just froze for a moment. Three fianc�s? What the hell?
"Ranma, are you kidding? How can you have three fianc�s!?"
Ranma groaned, "Blame my old man. I probably have more then that. Three is
just the number I have to deal with now. Remember that training trip I told
you about?"
than
Hotaru nodded. She remembered, vaguely.
"Well, it seems that my old man thought one of the easiest was to get
stuff was to engage me to random girls then steal me back when he had what
he wanted! And that ain't the worst neither."
Hotaru was horrified. She could remember him recommending that she avoid
him unless it was completely necessary because of the so called craziness in
his life, but this was ridiculous!
He took his hand, and accepted his assistance to her feat but said
nothing. With out a word she began to walk to toward the bus stop without
staying a word. Ranma followed by her side without interrupting. Hotaru
could tell that he thought that she was thinking. She was thankful for the
time, and silence.
feet
What would she do now? Apparently this news would not be as bad as she
thought. If his life was a messed up as he claimed then she couldn't make it
any worse. Or could she? Oh well, it was best to do what she came to. But
first she needed some confidence.
"Ranma? When you said I was kawaii, did you mean it?"
Ranma blushed. "Of course I did! You're a very Kawaii girl."
Hotaru looked up to him, hope in her eyes. "Really?"
Ranma nodded. "Really."
Hotaru smiled. "Ranma, do you still want to know?"
"Yes. I think so."
Hotaru stopped walking and braced herself. This would not only be the
first time she told another person, but it would also be the first time she
even said it out loud.
With a stutter in her nervous voice she said, "Ranma, do you remember that
night? The one we met?"
The inside of Ranma's head began to explode with warning sirens. If his
subconscious was a science fiction movie then the red alert klaxons would be
blasting, Robot would be screaming "Danger! Danger!", and the Marine's
motion detectors would be off the charts.
Ranma blankly nodded.
Hotaru placed a hand ageist the fence. To admit this would take every bit
of emotional strength she had. She choked down he tears and looked Ranma in
the eyes, her face betraying a conflicting myriad of emotion.
against
her tears
emotions
In a small voice she said, "Ranma, I'm... I'm pregnant Ranma."
Notes: Please comment. All C&C will be appreciated, applause will be
happily accepted, criticism will be considered, ideas would be useful, and
flames will be quickly discarded. Thank ye! ^_^
Coming soon: "Chapter 2: What Price Honor?" How will Ranma deal with THIS
one? What will the other senshi say? What exactly happened that night? Wait
and see! -_^
*Somewhere in the distant Multiverse, Homer Simpson, Moroboshi Ataru, and
oddly enough, Saotome Ranma went into full fledged sneezing fits. ;)
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