In a message dated 7/4/2006 11:53:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
rgorman@telusplanet.net writes:
RaeMowse@aol.com wrote:
"A lazy Sunday afternoon," Nabiki said aloud as she laid across her bed on
her back. Dressed in cutoff jean shorts and a loose tee shirt, the
sleeves
rolled up,
Tee shirts don't have long sleeves in the first place. What is she
going for, the muscle shirt look? She doesn't have the biceps to pull
it off.
Honesty, I've seen her wearing shirts like that in the show. I just went
with that outfit set.
Twisted though it seemed, Nabiki actually smiled at the idea of her
meddlesome sister getting her comeuppance. Serves her right for her
invasive actions
at Nabiki's wedding. Then she frowned, remembering last night. If someone
like Kasumi got hit with karmic payback - no pun intended, she amended to
herself - what kind of retribution could Nabiki expect? Was she already in
the
midst of the cashing in that paycheck?
You're married to Ranma. Don't get much worse than that.
Well, she could be married to Pantyhose Taro, but that's another fanfic.
He had to cock an eyebrow. "For what?"
She sucked on her lower lip now, then made the words come out. "For being
nosy."
And for shaking you down for money while you were being chased by a
maniac with a lethal weapon, and the nudie pictures of you, and making
you think you wet the bed...
Nabiki, being nosy is the least of your crimes. I guess she's starting
small.
Exactly, to be honest. I'm surprised someone thought about that.
Nabiki looked at Ranma sideways for a moment. "Believe it or not, I do
care
about things other than myself. Maybe I don't show it often enough, but it
doesn't make it any less true."
While that may be true, I'm not sure how its relevant.
Her justification as to why she's nosy. Things you wished your mother would
tell you before she rooted though your room and burned all your nudie girl
mags when you were 15.
Akane thought to herself, as she gazed
out the classroom window. The substitute homeroom teacher hadn't arrived
to
class yet; the regular one, Mr. Tawakichi, was out. She didn't know what
the
real story was, but rumor had it that he split up with his wife of
seventeen
years to get married to a seventeen-year-old former student of his whom
he
had been having an affair with last year. Not that she believed such
creepy,
outlandish rumors - this was Japan, not America, after all
Er...that's not all that outlandish in Japan, home of lolicon.
The way I see Akane, she would try to look at the good in society as a
whole, but sometimes, she just has to be realistic, much to her chagrin.
A different story in America -
Why is Akane on this America kick? Is she thinking of emigrating?
EVERYONE wants to go to America. It cannot be avoided, just like death and
mud puddles cars drive through when you have on your best interview suit.
The roof suddenly caved in under the shock of Ranma and Nabiki's combined
weight. In hindsight, it was probably already weakened from where the home
owner
did not see fit to guard it from the elements, and as a result, the
structure beneath had rotted away. However, that did not stop the pair
from falling
through and crashing into the home owner's bedroom in a tangled heap.
And nobody's having some afternoon delight to interrupt? How
disappointing. Also maybe pointless. Why did you do that?
Breaks the rantic rhythm for the characters. I thought about them landing in
a room where some weird, kinky shit was going on and the couple stop to ask
them if they wanted to join in, but I decided against that.
"Mm hmm. I'll be staying around until I branch off another chain and get
someone to mange Ucchan's here."
manage
Thanks. Giving a whole building mange would be one hell of a feat.
She looked at him slyly. "Maybe you and Nabiki
would be interested…?"
Ranma laughed. "Me? Running a business? Nah… Might be up Nabiki's alley,
though. Put it to her sometime; she'd probably jump on it."
"I'll do that."
There was a knock coming from the inside. Ranma turned in its direction.
"Yeah?"
Nabiki opened the shutters. "Hey, your dad wants to see you." There were
traces of annoyance in her face, though she kept her features neutral as
she
went on. "In the dojo."
"What? The dojo's open now? Thought it wouldn't be open for another few
days."
"Hey, go ahead and see your father," Ukyo said. "I'll talk to Nabiki about
that proposition, then let myself out."
"You sure?"
"Positive. You can visit me anytime at the restaurant."
"Okay. Cool. Well, see you later, Ucchan!"
"Bye, Ranchan!"
He disappeared into the house, a smile gracing his lips. "Wow, worked out
better than I thought!" he whispered excitedly to Nabiki as he passed by.
"Glad for you," she smiled back. She watched him disappear into the next
room, then redirected her attention to Ranma's ex-fiancée. Her back was to
Nabiki, staring out across the yard.
"Nabiki…" she said without turning around.
"The business idea sounds interesting, though I'm not one for cooking.
Let's
see what'll happen in the next few years first before anything else."
"Understood."
"Anything else you wish to talk about?"
Ukyo didn't reply. Nabiki gave her a minute, then started to close the
door.
"Nabiki."
She paused. "Yes?"
"Be good to him."
Nabiki noted the slight trembling in Ranma's friend's shoulders. "I will.
Take as much time as you need. No one will disturb you."
"…Thank you."
Nabiki closed the shutter firmly and made good her word, standing guard
for
the whole of 15 minutes. The silence from the other side of the shutter
answered that Ukyo Kuonji had left the premises.
* * * * *
"Sleeping in the dojo tonight?" Nabiki asked as Ranma rolled up his bed
mat.
"Yeah," he responded, scooping that and his backpack up. "Pop thinks I'm
being stupid, but hey, I haven't been able to spar with anyone without
worry
about something for a week.
I don't understand that sentence.
Will correct.
And it's not like he can tell me what to do now; I
bet mom's keeping him pretty busy back home."
In more ways that one, I bet. Nabiki shook her head, trying to dispel the
mood her thoughts were already venturing into. "Don't injure anything."
"Hah. I could go all night," he replied, hoisting his sack onto his
shoulder.
Nabiki tried hard to keep that line in context with his activity. The dojo
finally freed up - the mystery behind its lock-up will go unsolved now -
Ranma
was bursting to do what he loves most - martial arts without inhibition.
It
was fortunate that he had an outlet for his pent up desires that he had
demonstrated at least once already. Nabiki, on the other hand, didn't
have an
effective one. The half-sketched drawings and half-baked stories she had
done in
those times fitted nicely in a shoebox under her bed, though by all
rights she
should set the lot of them on fire and pretend they never existed.
However
the means, their separate activities kept them from being alone together
for
too long, which would result in some sort of passionate, tragic coupling,
and
What gives her the idea it will be tragic? I mean, more than being
married to Ranma and NOT having good sex?
She was watching Romeo and Juilet shortly before that moment. :D
Later on, he would admit that he couldn't even remember moving, let alone
acknowledging the presence of the other family members and his own father,
but
almost instantly he was there beside Nabiki, tossing off the cold steel
holding his wife hostage and cradling her to his body. It took a few
moments for
her to recognize what had happened to her, but once her mind made the
connection, all she could do was cry into his body, trembling all over.
He tried his
best to calm her down, while one thought echoed in his mind, growing
hotter
and hotter until it erupted into an inferno.
Shampoo…
She wuz framed I tell ya! Framed!
If the weapons don't fit, you must aquit!! :D
Adrian Moten
"Falling in love is something that happens to you, like getting run over by
a truck."
-Amy Alkon, the Advice Goddess
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