Disclaimer: The characters of Ranma ½ belong to Rumiko
Takakashi. The characters of Sailor Moon belong to Naoko
Takeuchi. If they belonged to me, I wouldn’t be writing this
I’d be swimming in my pool of cash. I wouldn’t bother suing
me either. I got nothing you want.
MeSsEd Up!
A Ranma ½ / Sailor Moon Crossover!
By Hawk
C&C welcome, as well as flames at Hawk49er@attbi.com
(Revised Version)
Note: I’m hoping I can really mess this story up. Not in a bad
way mind you, but in a way that makes it way different from
the original. ^_^. You’ll understand what I’m talking about
when you read it. This takes place after Ranma’s battle with
Saffron. There is some swearing in it, not a lot and it’s
somewhat limish. Hope you enjoy! ^_^
Chapter 1 - WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Another regular day for Ranma Saotome. Get up, get
dressed, go to school, have his lunch money stolen by Akane,
enjoy the rest of the day. Hopefully.
Ranma frowned. He wasn’t sure what Kuno-sempai
would do to him if he found out he had lost his money to the
‘Red Hammers’. Kuno’s gang, the ‘Virtuous Kendo Men’,
was just as bad as Akane’s gang. Always taking his lunch
money and picking on him. They were always so mean!
Right now Ranma just wanted to enjoy his favorite
part of the day. As usual he was wide awake and taking notes.
A missed note meant a missed point, and a missed point
meant a lower grade. That was something Ranma didn’t
want. He had straight A’s in every class and planned to keep
it that way.
It was during History that he started to feel dizzy.
Ranma wasn’t sure why, but his head started to feel really
light and his vision was getting blurry. Then, he felt like a
truck smashed into him, or so he thought what it would feel
like to be hit by one. He went flying back in his chair, landing
hard on his back. The last thing Ranma heard before
everything went dark was the class exploding in laughter.
*Argh! Stupid tomboy didn’t have to hit me so hard!*
Ranma complained as he rubbed his head. Then he rubbed
his head again. *Hm . . . No bump? My head must be getting
mallet retardant.*
Then he heard the laughter. * What the hell?* Ranma
thought as he climbed to his feet and glanced around the
classroom? *What the- How? Argh! I’m getting a headache!*
Ranma shifted uncomfortably as the classroom continued to
laugh. Why was everything so blurry looking? He could
hardly make anything out for some reason.
He stumbled his way to the front of the class, the
room still laughing and quickly headed for what he hoped
was the exit. * Stupid Tomboy! Knocked me unconscious!
This has got to be the most life like dream I’ve ever had!*
Ranma thought as took another wobbly step forward.
“Are you all right, Saotome-san?” a voice asked
behind him, presumably the teacher.
“Huh? Yeah, I just gotta headache or somethin’,” he
mumbled before stepping out of the noisy classroom.
Slowly Ranma made his way down the hallway
toward the bathroom. His vision was still blurry, stinging his
eyes, but he knew where the bathroom was. That’s if this
dream school was Furinkan.
Opening the bathroom door, Ranma stumbled over to
the sink. He tried to look in the mirror, but it just got blurrier.
He reached up to rub his eyes, but his hands hit something.
Something round. Two round things in fact. He pulled the
object off his face and looked at it.
_It_ was a pair of glasses. They looked like the kind
Mousse would wear. Dropping the glasses into the sink,
Ranma looked at the mirror again. And blinked. And blinked.
And blinked. And then again. He was wearing a nice white
buttoned down school shirt with what looked like a pack of
pens in the breast pocket. Looking down at his pants, he
blinked as the sight of long grey pants, belted and hiked up
past his belly button. *What the hell? This is one messed up
dream!!*
Quickly Ranma rubbed his eyes and looked in the
mirror again. Same clothes. He rubbed his eyes again with the
same results. A pinch. Nothing changed. A harder pinch. Still
nothing. >Slap< Nothing. Still nothing! *What the hell?!*
He grabbed the sinks’ faucet and turned. Or tried to.
*Damn thing’s jammed!* Ranma thought angrily before
twisting harder. It didn’t turn. He twisted even harder with
the same result only this time he felt exhausted.
“What the Hell!?!” Ranma shouted to himself not all
that sure about this dream. He was exhausted from trying to
turn a jammed faucet handle. How was that possible? He
could’ve broken that thing off if he wanted to. Catching his
breath, Ranma lifted his hand again. >Slap< >Slap< >Slap<.
A now red faced Ranma looked into the mirror in
shock. He couldn’t turn the faucet, he was wearing really
geeky clothes, he had been wearing glasses that would’ve
made Mousse’s look sorry, his pants were hiked up and if he
didn’t know better he would’ve sworn that he had a pocket
protector on. In fact. *IT IS A POCKET PROTECTOR!!!!!*
Ranma reeled back, tripping over his own feet. “What
the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?”
Ranma kept asking himself. He’d pinched himself. He’d
slapped himself, multiple times. The only thing he hadn’t
done was splash himself with cold water, but he couldn’t
even do that. He was too weak to turn the jammed handle.
Weak. Weak. “What the hell!?” This wasn’t a dream! *This
_isn’t_ a dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Ranma stood up clutching his head, screaming,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!” Not knowing what else to do, Ranma ran straight
for the exit, intending to break through it. >CRASH!< Only
to realize he wasn’t strong enough to do that.
Ranma fell to the floor, spread-eagle before sitting up
again and screaming at the top of his lungs,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*********
Every student, inside every classroom of Furinkan
High that day would swear later that they heard loud scream.
*********
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Ranma continued to scream as he ran through the
streets of Nerima causing nearby pedestrians to cover their
ears. He had ripped the pocket protector from his shirt and
ran from the bathroom through the halls of Furinkan
screaming at the top of his lungs.
Weaving through people, Ranma continued to clutch
his head, screaming until it happened. From every side,
direction possible he was splashed with water, soaking him to
the bone. He stopped running and screaming abruptly,
looking around confused for where the water might have
come from.
Nothing. He didn’t see anyone. Ranma looked down
at his chest. *I’m still a man?* He shrugged his shoulders
before he ran off, clutching his head and screaming at the top
of his lungs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*********
By the time Ranma returned to Furinkan, everyone
was getting out for the day. As he looked around, he noticed
that there were a lot of students he’d never seen before. One
of them looked exactly like his cursed for. Exactly. She even
had the pigtail.
*Ranko Tendo.* His mind told him. “How’d I know
that?” Ranma asked himself. He looked at the group of girls
she was walking with and his mind responded. *Usagi
Tsukino. Ami Mizuno. Makoto Kino. Rei Hino.*
“Whoa! Head rush!” Ranma exclaimed out loud
grabbing his head. Feeling the back of his head, he
subconsciously pulled on his pigtail. Or tried to. *Where the
hell’s my pigtail!?!?!!?!?*
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Ranma screamed as he frantically felt the back of his head
hoping he was mistaken.
Screaming wasn’t actually a good thing seeing as it
drew attention to him like a fly to shit. Everyone looked at
him. Or more likely looked at his state of dress.
His hair was in a state is dismay, wild from his
constant clutching of his head. His shirt was ripped from
where he had literally tore the pocket protector out, his eyes
were no longer hidden behind the large wire framed glasses
which he’d left in the bathroom and he was soaking wet.
Very slowly, Ranma smiled nervously, completely
conscious of the looks he was receiving. Most were looking
at him in amusement. Others were looking at him curiously.
Some were looking at him in shock. There was even a group
that was looking at him in anger, but he wasn’t exactly sure
why.
There was one look that caught Ranma’s attention. It
was a look of sympathy. Someone who felt sorry for him
instead of amused by his situation. Someone who looked
concerned for his well being. It was the look of Ranko Tendo,
as he recalled. She was the only one who was looking at him
like that. Ranma blinked at her, taking note of her reaction for
later.
“So Do Me!” Ranma blinked loudly, looking
completely weirded out before turning around.
“Wada ya want, Kuno?” he asked cautiously. He
needed to find out what happened. Everything was too
confusing. “And it’s Saotome . . .”
“Fiend! You dare address one such as myself other
than Kuno-sempai! Leader of the almighty Virile Kendo
Men!” Kuno shouted angrily, pointing his bokken at Ranma’s
throat. He was backed up by the group of men who had been
looking at him angrily and still were looking at him angrily.
“Doesn’t he mean ‘Virtuous’?” someone whispered.
“Whatever, Kuno. Just get to the point,” Ranma said
in a tired voice. He was running out of patience.
It was at that time that everyone watching gasped in
shock. Ranma? The school nerd was standing up to Kuno and
his gang of Virtuous Kendo Men. It was unthinkable.
Unimaginable. It was well known that whenever Ranma was
confronted by either Kuno or Akane he’d do whatever they
told him to. But here he was standing up to Kuno and his
gang. Everyone watched in anticipation. Except for one.
“I have heard, that you surrendered my money over to
the villanus Tendo Akane. Is this true?” Kuno asked
threateningly.
“Um . . . I don’t know,” Ranma replied, uncertain.
More gasps followed. “And don’t you mean villainous?”
“WHAT!? You dare lie to your superior!” he shouted,
ignoring Ranma’s correction of his pronunciation “I have
heard from my nemesisisis’s . . . .nemisesis . . . .” Kuno
stopped, tight lipped and annoyed before continuing, “wicked
sister, Tendo Nabiki, that you gave my money to the ‘Red
Hammers’! Is this true!?” Kuno bellowed, glaring
menacingly.
*He’s even dumber than before . . .* Ranma thought,
before answering slowly, looking at Kuno confused. “Um . . .
well . . . I guess if Nabiki said I did, then I . . . did.”
“You dare! For this insubord. . .evil action! You
must pay!” Kuno shouted before he and his gang start to
move forward.
“Kuno!” Another voice shouted stopping Kuno and
his gang in their tracks.
“The vill...anus Tendo shows her face! Leave this
place! The fool So Do Me is mine to punish!” Kuno shouted
angrily as Akane and a group of girls walked up from
Ranma’s right.
“That’s Saotome!” Letting out a breath he didn’t
know he was holding, Ranma turned to regard Akane.
“Thank god you’re here, Akane. I don’t-” he started to say,
but was cut off.
“Shut up, you! What do you think you’re doing? You
give your money to me and only me!” Akane yelled at
Ranma, raising a fist threatening.
Ranma took a step back before glancing around . The
whole school was basically still there looking on eagerly. He
looked over to the one girl, Ranko, and noticed that she was
shaking her head disapprovingly. He wasn’t sure what it
meant, but he was pretty sure that it was directed toward
Akane.
“If anyone’s beating the crap outta Saotome, it’s
gonna be me!” Akane shouted glaring at both Kuno and
Ranma.
“Huh?” Ranma replied in shock, taking another step back.
He figured that he could take Akane and Kuno by themselves,
but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle them and their
gangs. Images and information about Kuno’s gang, the
Virtuous Kendo Men, and Akane’s gang, the Red Hammers
were flashing through his head. Ranma still had his skill, but
not enough strength or stamina. In the end, though he really
hated to admit it, he'd lose.
“Stinky woman! The weakling So Do Me shall
haired goddess, Ten Do Ranko, will understand how pure and
true my love is for her,” Kuno shouted back at Akane.
“Saotome!”some of the crowd shouted in response,
beating Ranma to the point.
Sighing tiredly, Ranma looked at Ranko for a moment
to see her with a sick expression on her face. When she
looked at him, Ranma offered her a sympathetic look of his
own. She blinked at him in confusion before he turn to look
back at Kuno.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma said, “You two
children through bickering? I’d like to get this fight over with
as soon as possible.” Ranma dropped into a ready combat
stance.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at
Ranma. Soon enough the crowd was whispering about him.
Both Kuno and Akane looked at Ranma, red faced with
anger.
“You dare challenge the great Tatewaki Kuno! I will
bring down the define justice of God upon thee!”
“Divine,” one of the Virtuous Kendo Men whispered,
before being smacked in the face by Kuno’s bokken.
“I’m just gonna plain kick your ass, Saotome!”
“All right then! Lets get this over with!” Ranma
shouted waiting for the right moment to make his move.
Akane and the ‘Red Hammers’ all got into offensive
combat stances, while Kuno and the ‘Virtuous Kendo Men’
did the same.
*Now’s my chance!* “Saotome School of Anything
Goes Martial Arts Final Attack . . . !” Ranma shouted
catching the crowds’ attention and causing the two gangs to
tense up. “RUN AWAY!” And with that, he was off.
*********
“What do you think happened to Ranma?” Ranko
asked aloud as she, Usagi, Rei, Ami and Makoto were walking
away from school toward their respective homes. After
everyone had gotten over their shock, the school yard became
filled with rumors and whispering about Ranma’s sanity.
“I don’t know, but I think it was hilarious!” Rei Hino
responded before breaking into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah! I really liked his,” Makoto started before
going into a low voice, “Saotome School of Anything Goes
Final Attack!” She and Rei both started laughing.
“I do admit it was quite amusing how he tricked
Kuno-sempai and Akane like that,” Ami commented.
“You just find it amusing because Ranma’s a brainiac
like you and he actually had the gall to pull a stunt like that.
Monday morning he’s gonna get creamed by Kuno-sempai
and Akane,” Rei remarked.
“But still, Ranma looked terrible today,” Ranko said
quietly.
“What do you care, Ranko? You don’t like him do
you?” Rei asked teasingly.
“I think Ranko likes Ranma.” Makoto added, also
teasingly.
“Ranko, is that true!? Do you really have crush on
Ranma?! That’s so sweet!!!” Usagi, who had been quite till
then, squealed.
“I don’t have a crush on him!!!” Ranko shouted
before calming down, “I just care about people, that’s all. He
looked terrible today.”
Usagi giggled before saying, “He did look kinda crazy
after school today.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a nervous
breakdown. The way he was screaming one would think his
life was coming to an end,” Makoto added, looking upward.
“On Monday it will. Kuno and Akane are gonna kill
him,” Rei commented simply.
“There was also what he said. The ‘Saotome School
of Anything Goes Martial Arts’. If any of you remember,
there’s no such thing as the Saotome School of Anything
Goes Martial Arts,” Ami explained logically.
“Yeah. He must be really delusional. He completely
stole your schools’ name Ranko. Don’t you care?” Makoto
asked. “I know I would!”
“It’s ok with me. I kinda think it’s catchy. Akane will
probably will be pissed though,” Ranko replied with a shrug.
“Too bad he’s going crazy though. He looked kinda
cute without his glasses on,” Usagi said giggling cheerfully.
*********
After having lost the two gangs, Ranma had ran to the
nearest park and for the past four hours he’d been sitting.
And thinking. The sun was setting over the horizon as Ranma
continued to sit on the bench in silence.
For the first hour he’d been grabbing his arms and
feeling for his muscles. Which Ranma quickly discovered he
had next to none. Of course that didn’t stop him from feeling
for them for the rest of the hour.
The second hour was used to feel his washboard
stomach. Or lack there of. Ranma’s chest was soft and flabby
and it made him want to scream again. Of course that didn’t
stop him from feeling for any kind of muscle for the rest of
the hour.
The third hour Ranma had used to slap himself silly.
When he wasn’t slapping himself he was pinching himself,
and when he wasn’t pinching or slapping himself he
punching himself as hard as he could. Which wasn’t very
hard. The only problem was that he always had the same
result. He didn’t wake up.
And finally the fourth hour. Better known as the ‘What
the hell am I going to do now?’ hour. He had sat there
thinking over what he should do, or be doing. After learning
the fact that he wasn’t having a dream, or nightmare for better
word, Ranma had just plain sat, thinking over what he should
do.
*Now what should I do? I guess I should go home,
but where do I live?* Ranma thought in despair before his
mind once again told him. *You live at the Saotome’s!*
“Oh yeah! Wait a minute? How’d I know that?”
*Maybe it’s because you’ve lived there your entire
live?* He thought sarcastically to himself.
Ranma rubbed his eyes, muttering, “Weird shit,” and
then remember something. “I’M CURED!” he shouted before
happily dashing off for the Saotome home.
It was five minutes later that he came running back,
past the bench, in the other direction screaming his head off.
A small grey kitten chased after his retreating form.
*********
It was nine o’clock when Ranma finally arrived at the
Saotome home. And apparently his too. He was glad to see
his mom was Nodoka, but got worried when she grabbed him
in a fierce hug, bawling like Mr. Tendo would.
“Oh my, Son! Are you alright!? You look terrible!
Where have you been!?” she asked screaming wildly.
Struggling in his moms strong embrace, Ranma
replied, “I’m fine mom. I just had a bad day that’s all.”
Stepping out of his mothers embrace, Ranma looked her over
before thinking, *Phew! She looks just like mine. Don’t see
her sword though. That's good.*
“What took you so long to get home?” Nodoka asked
holding Ranma by his shoulders.
“I decided to spend some time in the park. Don’t
worry mom. I’m perfectly fine,” Ranma answer reassuring
her.
“But what happened to your clothes? Did that Akane
girl beat you up again?” she asked, worry still evident in her
voice.
Ranma winced slightly at the thought of Akane beating
him up, but said, “No. She didn’t beat me up. Lets just say
realization hit me. Hard,” he explained before adding, “I
just wanna get something to eat and go to bed.”
“Why don’t you go relax and I’ll heat up what’s left
of dinner,” Nodoka said before heading toward the kitchen.
“Thanks! I haven’t eaten all day!” Ranma exclaimed
happily. He was starved! *Thanks in part to a certain violent
tomboy!*
Nodoka stopped. “Are you feeling alright, son?” she
asked.
“Yeah. I already toldja I felt fine.” Ranma replied
confused.
“Well it’s just that you said you hadn’t eaten all day,
but you had breakfast this morning,” Nodoka replied slightly
amused, slightly concerned.
“Hehe . . . ! I guess I forgot!” Ranma replied
nervously, rubbing the back of his head. His stomach
grumbled loudly. “Or I’m just to hungry to remember.”
“Ok . . . it’ll just be a minute,” Nodoka said before
entering the kitchen.
“Where’s, Pop?” Ranma asked after sitting down at
the table.
“He went to bed after he ate. He had a hard day at
work,” Nodoka replied from within the kitchen. *Pop?*
“Nani? Oyaji’s got a job?” *Man this place is really
messed up!*
“Son are you sure you’re alright? Did you hit your
head at all today?” Nodoka asked confused, from behind the
kitchen door. *Oyaji? What’s gotten into him?*
“Um . . . no,” Ranma lied thinking, *Akane hit me
today before I ended up here making it probably her fault that
I’m here, and then when I ran into the bathroom door. . . but
my heads taken worse!* He nodded seriously, as if to
encourage himself.
“Are you completely sure?” Nodoka asked as she
exited the kitchen with a platter of food.
“No,” Ranma answered, his attention completely on
the food.
“But you said that you didn’t,” Nodoka accused
glaring motherly before going into complete shock. Her son
was eating like a pig!
“I sorta ran into a door,” Ranma explained in-between
bites.
“Oh my! Are you alright?” Nodoka asked in concern.
Ranma’s face hit the table. Or would have if his food
hadn’t been in the way. Lifting his rice covered face, Ranma
replied wearily, “I’m fine, mom.”
“Ranma! Where are your glasses? Is that why you ran
into the door?” Nodoka asked worryingly.
“I got rid of them. I found out I can see perfectly fine
with out them,” Ranma said confidently wiping the rice from
his face. *At least I can see perfectly fine without them. With
them on I knew what it was like to be Mousse without his.*
“How can you see fine without them? You’ve always
been blind without them,” Nodoka asked confused.
“Mom. I feel fine.” *If not confused.* “I can see fine.
Stop worrying,” Ranma said in a dead serious voice. “Now
I’m going to bed. Please, please, _please_ stop worrying
about me.”
“Alright son. If you say so,” Nodoka agreed slowly.
“Ok. Tomorrow I have a _lot_ of things I need to do.
So I’m gonna go to bed now. And stop worrying. G’night!”
Ranma explained as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Good night dear!” Nodoka called watching him exit,
still very concern for her sons well being. *Tonight, I pray for
my sons sanity. He didn’t even hug me before going to bed . .
.* she thought sadly.
As Ranma walked up to his room, some how he just
knew which one it was, he thought over what his mom had
said. *Ok. Apparently Akane beats me up a lot seeing as
mom asked me about that. Oyaji’s got a job. Weird shit. I’m
guessing I’m fragile or somethin’ because of the way mom
acted when she saw how I looked. I’m supposed to be blind.
Gee, I wonder what else is wrong with me? Maybe this
Ranma had asthma too!*
Opening his door, Ranma blinked once before staring
in abject horror. *The horror. The horror. The absolute
horror!* His mind screamed at him.
The walls, oh god, the walls were covered, completely
covered with cats. Millions of cat pictures, posters, calendars,
everything had something to do with cats. But not just any
cats, oh no! They were ‘Hello Kitty’ cats!
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Ranma’s mind screamed while his mouth,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
screamed too. Clutching his head, Ranma stumbled back,
tripped, hit his head on a nearby table, and landed
unconscious.
Nodoka and Genma were at his side instantly. Well
Nodoka anyway. Genma slept through the whole thing.
Seeing her unconscious son, Nodoka’s worry didn’t lessen.
Kneeling over her sleeping son, she clasped her hands
together before praying, “Oh please Kami-sama! Oh please
Kami-sama! Oh please Kami-sama! Oh please Kami-sama!”
*********
As Ranma slept, he dreamed. If there was such a word
as nightmared, I’d use it. Oh, I just did. He dreamt of Akane.
And not in a romantic way. He dreamt of her beating the crap
out of him. Kicking him when he was down. Shoving his face
in the mud and making him eat it in front of the whole
school. Ranma dreamt of the multiple times Akane had
punched or kicked him square in the face after giving her his
lunch money. He dreamt of the many times Akane had sent
her goons after him. The time she had stolen his glasses and
forced him to go the rest of the day without them. When she
had forced fed him the stuff she called food and given him
food poisoning for a week. Ranma dreamt of the time Akane
had shoved him into his locker and forced him to remain
there for the rest of the day. It wasn’t until seven o’clock at
night that the janitor had let him out. Then there was the time
she had thrown him into the girls locker room when he was
only wearing his boxers. He dreamt of his first day at
Furinkan and how Akane had nearly drown him in the
swimming pool for accidentally bumping into her.
Ranma dreamt of Kuno. And no, fortunately, it wasn’t
in a romantic way. He dreamt of how Kuno and his gang had
used him as a practice dummy during most of their Kendo
practices. Of how Kuno had smacked him in the ass in front
of the whole school for punishment of giving the villainous
Tendo Akane his lunch money. The time Kuno had cut off
his pigtail because his fiery haired Goddess’, Tendo Ranko
had one too. Ranma dreamt of the many times Kuno had
beaten him over the head for “supposedly” flirting with his
fiery haired Goddess, Tendo Ranko. The numerous times
he’d been beaten just so Kuno could impressed his fiery
haired Goddess, Tendo Ranko. He dreamt of his first day at
Furinkan and how Kuno had shoved his bokken where the
sun don’t shine just to prove his superiority.
As he continued to sleep, more and more memories
flooded his mind. Memories of his childhood. Of how he was
bullied a through middle school. Of how he became obsessed
with cats. A lot. The new Ranma learned so much about the
old Ranma, that the two became integrated into one.
If the new Ranma had anything to do about it, which
he did, seeing as he was in control, the old Ranma’s life was
never going to be the same.
*********
Ranma opened his eyes and screamed,
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, because of the
nightmare that was the old Ranma’s life and because he was
laying in his room.
Jumping out of his bed, Ranma bolted straight for the
door. It wasn’t until after he landed on his back that he
realized the door was closed. Climbing to his feet, he was
about to open the door when it opened on its own allowing
him passage to the safe haven known as the hallway.
“Are you alright, Ranma?” Nodoka asked, worry
evident in her eyes.
“What’s the matter, son?” Genma asked confused at
his sons loud screaming.
“Get it the hell out!” Ranma shouted frantically.
“Get what out? Is it in your head?” Nodoka asked, her
eyes beginning to water, now smacking Ranma in the head
with a pan. *My poor baby’s going insane! Why Kami-
sama!? Why!?*
“In my head?” Ranma asked confused as the pan
hit his head again, triggering him to shout, “No! I want all
that cat crap outta my room! That’s what I want out!”
“Why do you want all of your cat stuff removed? You
love cats,” Nodoka explained, coming closer to shedding her
tears. *My son’s insane!* She mentally cried, hitting Ranma
once more with the pan.
“What are you talking about, son? You’re always
asking us if we can get a pet cat and now you all of the
sudden don’t like them. I don’t understand,” Genma added to
Nodoka’s confusion.
“Well I’ve changed my mind! I say we get a dog! A
very big dog! And scary looking too, so it’ll scare away any
cat that comes by!” Ranma cried looking back and forth
between each parent widely, snatching the pan out of his
moms grasp and throwing it down the hall.
“Ranma-” Nodoka started but was cut off.
“No, mom. I’m perfect fine. I toldja this last night.
I’m just goin’ through some changes, that’s all,” Ranma
explained with calm and collective voice.
“Ah! So my sons finally started puberty has he!”
Genma exclaimed aloud, smacking Ranma on the back, and
laughing loudly.
“WHAT?!?!” Ranma shouted before taking a look
inside his boxers. “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Oyaji?
I’m way past puberty!” he yelled angrily, though on the inside
he was smiling. At least _that_ was the same.
“Ranma-” Nodoka started again, before being cut off
again.
“No. We’re through here, and I have a really long day
ahead of me. We’ll talk about this later,” Ranma said
seriously before running down the stairs at full speed. *No
telling how long that conversation was gonna last or end!*
Nodoka looked like she was about to burst into tears
as she watched Ranma retreating form. “I fear for our sons
sanity.”
Genma rolled his eyes. His wife always was over
sensitive about things. “Don’t worry dear, I’m sure it’s just a
phase,” he said grinning reassuringly.
When they arrived downstairs they were greeted by
the sight that Nodoka had seen the other night. Ranma
stuffing his face with food. Both parents watched in shock as
Ranma put away all of his food and half of Genma’s before
Genma noticed something. Ranma was fully dressed, his hair
was combed differently, he wasn’t wearing his pocket
protector and his glasses weren’t on. Genma also noticed
Ranma state of dress. His shirt wasn’t tucked in and his pants
actually looked baggy.
Letting out a content burp, Ranma smiled gratefully at
his mother. “Thanks mom! That was great!”
“Son? Where are your glasses?” Genma asked.
“I don’t need them any more. I can see just fine with
out them,” Ranma explained in a tired voice.
Genma frowned. Maybe Nodoka was right. Maybe
their son was going insane.
After he had finished in-hailing his food, Ranma
stood up and turned to his parents. “Ok! I gotta a lot of things
I need to do today. First, how much money do you have on
you, pop?”
“About 70'000 yen,” Genma replied after looking
through his wallet.
“Good. Hand it over.”
Genma did.
Ranma blinked. *That was easy.* “Ok. Now I’m
going shopping and I probably wont be back for awhile.
While I’m gone I need you two to pile up all of the cat crap in
my room, in the backyard. A nice and neat pile too. Not a real
messy one. I like them clean. You know, in one spot,” Ranma
said his mind starting to wandering.
“Alright son. We’ll do that,” Genma said cautiously.
“Good. I’m going now. Make sure you have my room
cleaned out when I get back. Bye!,” Ranma said before
running out of the room.
It was at that point that Nodoka burst into tears. “My
son’s insane!!!”
Genma just headed toward the stairs. *Better clean
out the boys room. No telling what my insane son will do if I
don’t.*
*********
“I still can’t see how you two do that,” Makoto
commented as she, Rei and Ami watched Ranko and Usagi
stuff their faces simultaneously.
“Neither can I. What they’re doing should be
physically impossible,” Ami added as she continued to stare
at the two.
“Hey, a martial artists’ gotta eat,” Ranko explained
in-between bites.
Usagi just continued to eat.
“Hey, meatball head. Stop eating for a second,” Rei
said.
Usagi stopped eating. Then she started again.
“Dammit meatball head, stop eating,” Rei demanded.
“But I’m so hungry,” Usagi whined before adding
with a glare, “and don’t call me meatball head.”
“First: you’re always hungry, and second: I’ll call you
whatever I please, meatball head,” Rei responded glaring
back.
The two continued glaring at each other, faces
drawing closer until their noses were inches apart. It wasn’t
until Ranko shoved her hands in-between their faces did they
stop. “Usagi, I think Rei was planning on asking you if
Luna’s found anything out about Sailor Venus,” she
whispered fiercely before continuing her meal.
Breaking her glare, Usagi scratched the side of her
head, a sweat drop forming. “Luna’s been laying on my bed
all week, doing nothing but thinking about where that “lazy
Artemis is”. I think she might have fried her brain,” she
explained before giggling.
“Just like her owner,” Rei remarked dryly.
“What did you say?” Usagi asked having not heard
the comment.
“Nothing,” Rei said before muttering, “brainless.”
“I heard that!” Usagi shouted, glaring once again.
“And you didn’t hear my other comment?” Rei asked
perplexed.
“What? Wait, what are we talking about?”
Rei’s face, I’d like to introduce you to Rei’s food.
Of course that gave Ranko a perfect view of what was
behind Rei. “Ranma!” she shouted without even knowing it
then covered her mouth with her hands embarrassed.
Each of Ranko’s fellow Senshi looked at her confused
before saying their piece.
“Ranma?” Ami asked.
“Huh?” Rei asked raising her face from her food.
“Why’d you have to shout so loud?” Usagi whined,
incidently cleaning out her ears with some of her food.
“Are you sure you don’t have a crush on him?”
Makoto teased.
“One of you call me?” a voice asked from behind Rei.
They all looked behind Rei at Ranma before staring in
shock.
*********
*Backpack. Check. Camping supplies. Check. New
clothes. Definite check. Weights. Check. 4'000 yen to spare.
Check.* Ranma sighed as he finished checking off everything
he had. He was walking through the mall, two bags, one in
each hand and the backpack on his back. The backpack was
filled with the weights, while the bag in his right was filled
with clothes and the one in the left had a sleeping bag shoved
into it.
It was times like this that he wished he was stronger.
Of course the whole point of buying all this stuff was so he
could get stronger. An extended training trip was planned to
get this body into shape and show it true pain. Though he had
to admit, having a bokken shoved up your ass probably hurts
a lot. He was planning on pushing his body to the max and
more every day. With his experience he could have himself in
good shape by Wednesday. He wouldn’t be as strong as he
was in _his_ old body, but at least he’d have some strength.
He’d work his way up from there.
It was at that point that his stomach made itself
known, grumbling loudly. “Ah! The tell tale signs that lunch
is drawing near,” he said to himself. Standing up as straight
as he could, Ranma sniffed the air. “Food’s that’a way,” he
added before heading in the direction of food.
After walking for about 2 minutes Ranma came upon
a large food court. The smell of many different kinds of food
wavered through his nose as he trudged further into the court.
There must have been 14 different fast food restaurants
placed in a large semicircle, numerous amounts of tables and
seats in the open area.
It didn’t take long for Ranma to find the food, or
rather smell the food he wanted. *Okonomiyaki!* He thought
excitedly. Sure it wasn’t Ucchan’s, but it was still
okonomiyaki.
Readjusting his bags a bit, Ranma began to make his
way to the okonomiyaki restaurant. He wasn’t half way there
when he heard, “Ranma!”
Stopping in his tracks, Ranma began searching the
tables for the speaker. The voice sounded really familiar, but
strange when it had yelled his name. It didn’t take long for
him to spot his living cursed form. Taking a look at the
okonomiyaki restaurant, Ranma sighed mournfully to himself
before making his way over to Ranko and her friends.
“One of you call me?” he asked when he reached
them though he already knew who had. They all turned to
look at him and just started staring. *What I do?* Ranma
thought curiously.
Makoto, who was on the other side of Ranko, jabbed
her in the ribs reminding Ranko that she was the one who’d
called. “Oh yeah! Er. . .hi,” Ranko said lamely.
Ranma blinked twice. “Yeah. . .hi,” he answered back
just as lamely. “Whatcha want?” he asked after a moment of
silence.
“I was just wonder what you were doing here,” Ranko
said smiling slightly.
“Um. . .shopping,” Ranma replied eyeing Ranko
oddly.
“Oh yeah! What else would you do in a mall?”
Ranko laughed nervously.
Ranma glance at the okonomiyaki restaurant before
replying plainly, “eat.”
“Oh yeah! Eat. Heh. Completely forgot about that,”
Ranko said embarrassed.
Ranma’s reply was cut off when Rei asked the
obvious. “Where’re your glasses?”
Looking down at Rei, Ranma sustained the urge to
laugh out loud before responding, “I got rid of them, food
face.”
While Rei puzzled over the ‘food face’ comment,
Ami stated, “I thought that you were virtually blind without
your glasses.”
“Actually,I’m blind when I put them on.”
“Contact lenses?” Ami asked.
“Nope. I just woke up being able to see,” Ranma
answered plainly. It wasn’t a lie. He did wake up being able
to see.
“How-” Ami started before getting cut off.
“Whathappenedtoyou?” Usagi cut in at an incredible
speed.
“Say wha?” Ranma asked not catching what she had
said.
“She asked ‘what happened to you’?” Ranko
answered for Usagi.
“Um. . .lets just say that through all that screaming
yesterday I came to a realization about my life,” Ranma said
before readjusting his bags again.
“You know you’re dead on Monday, right?” Rei
asked.
Ranma looked down at Rei and once again held his
laughter in check. “Dead? You’re joking right?”
“No way! Kuno-sempai and Akane are seriously
gonna kill you!” Makoto all but shouted.
“Yeah. All Akane’s been doing lately is swearing that
she’s gonna rip your head off and flush it down a toilet,”
Ranko explained grabbing Usagi in a headlock and
pretending to pull her head off.
“Hey! Let go!” Usagi whined, arms flailing about.
“I’ll be fine. With what I bought they wont be a
problem for me.” Ranma replied with a wave of the hand. Or
would have if he wasn’t carry his shopping bags.
“So. . .um. . .what did you buy?” Ranko asked
nervously.
*Why’s she so nervous?* Ranma thought looking at
Ranko, eyebrows furrowed. Then he smiled.”Well in this
bag,” Ranma said lifting the bag full of clothes a bit, “I have
a 9mm and in my backpack I have a home made bomb. Next
time I see either of them. . .bang!” he said smiling the whole
time.
Their reactions varied as such:
Usagi fainted, falling backwards in her chair.
Ranko shifted in her chair, looking ready to pounce.
Ami covered her smile with her hand.
Makoto backed away, eyes wide, mouth agape.
Rei stared completely in shock not even noticing
when one of the noodles stuck to her face slowly fell off.
Ranma’s face twitched uncontrollably.
“You’re joking, right?” Ami asked amused.
Ranma started laughing uncontrollably, nearly falling
over as he did so. “That. . .was one of the. . .funniest. . .
things I’ve ever. . .seen!” he choked out through his laughter.
“I thought that you were. I could see it in your face,”
Ami said after her laughter subsided.
“I don’t see what’s so funny?” Makoto asked angrily
after regaining her composure.
“Usagi. . .fell over!” Ranma laughed, pointing at
Usagi. “And food face. . .hahahaha!” he continued to laugh,
trying to clutch his sides.
“I don’t think it was that funny,” Ranko said from
where she was fanning Usagi. “You scared the shit out of
poor Usagi here.”
“I’m. . .I’m sorry. It just came out,” Ranma replied
after he got control over his laughter. “I really just got some
clothes, this backpack and the sleeping bag here,” he added
only mentioning the noticeable.
“WHAT TYPE OF SICK JOKE WAS THAT?!” Rei
shouted suddenly in his face.
Ranma tried to hold it in, he really did,
“Hahahahahahahahahhahaha!” but seeing Rei’s angry noodle
covered face made him start laughing all over again. This
time however Ranma didn’t get off so easily. >Pop!< “Ow!
By dose!” he shouted dropping his bag and covering his face
with his hands.
“Serves you right, jerk,” Rei angrily before sitting
down, her back to him.
Rubbing his nose, Ranma replied, “You didn’t
have’ta hit me so hard.”
“Well it does serve you right for laughing at her like
that,” Ranko said as she propped Usagi back up in her chair.
“It’s not my fault she has strange eating habits,”
Ranma said as he picked up his shopping bags.
“Huh? What are you talking. . .?” Ranko started
before finally getting a good look at Rei’s face and
unknowingly “Hahahahahahah!” copied Ranma.
“You want one too, Ranko?” Rei asked waving her
fist threateningly.
Waving her arms in front of her face, Ranko replied
through her laughter, “No! No! It’s just that your face is
covered with noodles.”
“Huh?” Rei said uncharacteristically before she felt
her face. “Eep!” She quickly wiped the noodles from her face
before turning to glare at Ranma. “Hey? Where’d he go?”
“Huh?” everybody replied, even Usagi’s who had
just woken up, before they started looking around for him.
They continued to look for him with now luck.
Where’d he go? How’d he disappear like that? Finally after
five minutes Ranko stood up and walked away from the table.
*********
“Huh? What are you talking. . .?” Ranko said before
she started laughing. “Hahahahahahah!”
That’s when Ranma had made his move. While Rei
wiped her face clean he quickly and quietly walked away
from the group. Not that he didn’t mind talking to them, but
he was starving. They were also the only girls he ever met
who didn’t immediately fall for him in one way or another.
Making his way over to the okonomiyaki restaurant, a
thought occurred to Ranma. *Usagi Tsukino. Rei Hino.
Makoto Kino. Ami Mizuno. Where have I heard those names
before.* Ranma knew he had heard those names before, but
he couldn’t place them.
After waiting in line and buying his okonomiyaki with
the last of his money, Ranma went in search of a seat,
balancing his tray of food on his head. Weaving his way
through the table, Ranma attracted quite a few stares as
balancing a tray of okonomiyaki on your head would. Putting
his okonomiyaki down on a small table for two, he was about
to sit down when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Sighing to himself, he turned to the tapper.
“Hi!” Ranko said cheerfully, smiling brightly.
Ranma nearly fell over from the uncharacteristic
greeting. “Er. . yeah, hi,” he replied looking Ranko over. She
was wearing a red Chinese shirt like the kind he usually wore
except this one fit better around her smaller frame. Instead of
long black pants, she was wearing a short black skirt that
didn’t help to conceal her long, shapely legs. *Wow! I never
knew I was so hot! No wonder Kuno was always chasing me
around!* Then realization hit him. *Ack! I’m getting turned
on by myself!*
“So whatcha doing?” Ranko asked pleasantly, rolling
on the balls of her heels, hands behind her back.
Ranma’s stomach grumbled. “I was about to eat,” he
said rubbing the back of his head, blushing faintly.
Ranko giggled, thinking, *Wow, Usagi was right. He
is cute without his glasses. Too bad he’s a wuss.* Ranko’s
idea of the man she wanted wasn’t that far off from what she
was. She wanted a man with strength, a good heart, honor,
good looks, wasn’t Kuno, and could back her up in a fight if
she needed it. Taking a peak over Ranma’s shoulder, Ranko
became excited at what she saw. “Wow! I didn’t know you
liked okonomiyaki!”
*There’s a lot about me you don’t know.* Ranma
thought but said instead, “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine too!” Ranko exclaimed excitedly, still eyeing
the okonomiyaki.
“What a coincidence.” Ranma remarked plainly while
eyeing Ranko. He didn’t like the way she was staring at his
okonomiyaki.
“You gonna eat all that?” Ranko asked
subconsciously moving closer to the food.
“Yes,” Ranma answered. He was hungry and he
wasn’t gonna share.
“Can I have some?” Ranko asked looking at Ranma,
eyes shining innocently.
“Um. . .er. . .ehh . . . ugh . . . *sigh* sure.” Ranma
relented. It didn’t help that he was a sucker when it came to
making a girl sad. It also didn’t help that his nerd personality
was a sucker for sad girls too. The fact that his personality
and his nerd personality were becoming one just made it
worse.
“Thanks!” Ranko said before sitting down at the other
side of the table, eyes never leaving the okonomiyaki.
Placing his bags and backpack on the ground, Ranma
took the seat across from her. Using a knife, he cut a small
piece off and handed it to Ranko. “Here.”
“This is it? I was expecting more,” Ranko said
frowning at the size of the piece.
“How much were you expecting?” Ranma asked,
eyebrow raised.
“I don’t know. Maybe 3/4.” Ranko replied tearing her
gaze from the food to look at Ranma.
Ranma face-faulted *Did I not just say I was going to
eat all of it, or was that my imagination?* he thought but
asked incredulously, “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Yeah, but I’m still hungry,” Ranko responded
looking back at the okonomiyaki.
“Wow! I’m surprised you’re not really fat,” Ranma
exclaimed, again admiring Ranko’s figure.
“What?” Ranko asked looking at Ranma again, this
glaring a little bit.
“I mean, uh. . .for someone who eats so much, you
sure are skinny. Yeah, that’s it!” Ranma said nervously.
Ranko’s glare hardened.
*Think fast! What would make me happy?* Ranma
thought before cutting another piece from his okonomiyaki
and pushing to her. “Here, you can have half!”
“Thanks!” Ranko said enthused before she and
Ranma both started eating. “Wow! You eat just like me and
Usagi!” she commented after she finished her half. Ranma
was eating at a pace that rivaled Usagi’s but not her own.
Ranko was much faster thanks to her martial arts training.
*Strange. I never would’ve thought Ranma could eat like
this.*
Ranma looked up at Ranko, food hanging from his
mouth before replying, “Huh. . .wha?” he swallowed the food
before looking Ranko in the eyes and adding, “Oh! Hehe.
Yeah, I guess I do,” then started eating again.
With that brief moment of eye contact, Ranko saw
something. Something she’d never seen before. She wasn’t
sure what it was, but there was something in his eye that
caught her. There was something different about them.
Realizing she was staring, Ranko turned away blushing
brightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ranma.
“Hey, you alright?” Ranma asked peering closely at
Ranko, making her blush even harder. She didn’t want to
look at his eyes again. “You’re all red.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just ate to fast,” Ranko
replied nervously, still not willing to look at Ranma.
Here comes Ranma’s great knowledge of women.
“Oh! Okay.” Then he went back to eating.
Ranko blinked, but decided not to comment on
Ranma’s poor eyesight. *I guess he can’t see perfectly.* she
thought then asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
Ranko sighed. Since when did Ranma act like this.
“Can I ask another question, without this being it?”
Having finished stuffing his face, Ranma looked at
Ranko and nodded.
“Who gave you the right to use the ‘Anything Goes’
name?” Ranko asked glaring a little bit.
“The Mutsubetsu Kakuto Saotome Ryu. It’s my
families school,” Ranma responded sounding confused. Had
she never heard of it? How could one ‘Anything Goes
School’ not hear about the other?
Ranko gave Ranma an incredulous look. “There is no
Saotome School of Anything Goes,” she said in a dead voice.
Ranma blinked, then gave Ranko an incredulous look
of her own. “You’re kidding right?”
“I think I’d know if there was one.”
“Shit. Crap. Poop,” Ranma said to himself. “Are you
sure?”
It was Ranko’s turn to blink. “Yeah, I’m sure,” she
replied nodding her head, pigtail bouncing around behind her
back.
With that said, Ranma stood from the table and began
picking up his bags. *There’s no Saotome School? Not for
long! What the hell does Oyaji do for a living anyway?*
Ranma thought angrily. Being heir to the Saotome School
was what he’d been trained to be. To take over the school and
now there wasn’t one.
“Wait! Where’re you going?” Ranko asked suddenly
in front of him.
Ranma couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts
moved because of her abrupt movements. “Ah. . .I gotta go.
Things to do,” Ranma said slight red. *Stop looking at
yourself, you pervert!*
“Like what?” Ranko asked curiously.
*Should I tell her?* Ranma thought before coming to
a decision. “I’m going on camping trip. Probably wont be
back til Wednesday.”
“To avoid Akane and Kuno-sempai?”
“Sorta. Look I gotta go. I gotta lota things to do,”
Ranma replied anxiously. He really wanted to get out of
there. Not only so he could start his training, but so he could
get away from his cute bubbly self.
“Oh. Ok. Well, cya!” Ranko exclaimed brightly and
loudly, causing Ranma to nearly topple over again.
As Ranko turn to go, Ranma asked, “You’re Akane’s
cousin, right?”
Turning around, Ranko simply replied, “Yeah?”
“Weird shit,” Ranma muttered before turning around
and walking away.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ranko called to his
retreating form.
Ranma just shrugged his shoulders. To hell if he
knew.
*********
“So? Did you enjoy your date?” Makoto asked
smiling mischievously.
“What’d you two talk about?” Usagi all but shouted,
staring eagerly at Ranko.
Ranko retook her seat before replying in a serious
voice, “Nothing much, but I think we should keep an eye on
him though. He’s acting really weird. I think he might have
made a deal with a youma or something.” *We’ll see on
Monday if he really did go on a camping trip.*
“If he did make a deal with Queen Beryl, I’m the one
who gets to cream him,” Rei said angrily.
“What are you so angry about?” Ranko asked.
“He could’ve a least told me I had food on my face.”
“I think he did. Remember he kept calling you ‘food
face’?” Usagi commented actually looking thoughtful.
“Oh, shut up meatball head!” Rei barked.
“Wah!!!!!!!!!!” Anime characters guide to crying,
101.
*********
In a remote area of China, a man, who has absolutely
nothing to do with this story, fell over.
*********
In a house found in Nerima, a girl, who does has
something to do with this story, muttered, “I’m gonna rip his
fucking head off and flush it down a toilet.”
*********
After making his way home, Ranma immediately
made his way up to his room. He was pleased to find that all
cat 'crap' had been removed and was surprised when he saw a
sheathed sword hanging over his bed. Looking at the sword
closely, he could recall some memories of time he spent with
his mother learning how to use it. *Phef! Weapons. Who
needs em?*
Dumping the clothes he purchased on the floor,
Ranma quickly stuffed them into the backpack. After tying
his sleeping bag to the bottom, he walked over to his closet,
opened it and began pulling out every article of clothing that
he didn’t like. Putting on his backpack then picking up the
clothes he’d pulled from the closet, Ranma, as quickly as he
could, trudged out of his room and to the back yard. He was
treated to a sight that pleased him.
In the middle of the yard was a neat pile of pictures
and other assorted ‘Hello Kitty’ stuff. Dumping his clothes in
a pile next to the other, Ranma placed his backpack a few feet
away before getting in a calm stance. This is where his
training would begin.
Gathering all the confidence he could, Ranma tried
pushing all the ki he could feel in his body outward. He
didn’t know if he had an aura yet, but he wasn’t going give
up until he got one. Drawing upon more of his confidence,
Ranma concentrated harder. *I gotta do this!* he thought
glaring angrily at the pile. *Come on. I can do this. I’m the
best! I can do this! Come on!* he mentally shouted at
himself.
Without warning he felt it. It was really small, but it
was there. Extending his arms to the pile of ‘Hello Kitty’
stuff, Ranma began concentrating even harder. Sweat poured
down his face and for four whole minutes nothing happened.
Finally, a small blue ball, about the size of a golf ball,
appeared in his hands. With all his might, Ranma shot the
ball at the pile before falling over from exhaustion.
Wiping some of the sweat from his face, Ranma
looked to the pile of clothes. Then he glanced back to the
burning pile of what he considered cat crap. *Hell no!*
Pushing himself to his feet, he slowly made his way into the
house and into the kitchen. Picking up a pad of paper, he
wrote a note to his parents and stuck it to the fridge. Opening
a nearby draw, Ranma picked up what he was looking for and
walked to the backyard again.
Striking the match on his knee, Ranma casually tossed
it onto the pile a clothes. Letting the piles burn, he slowly
walked over to the garden hose before putting the cat crap
piles flames out. After watching the pile of clothes burn for a
considerable amount of time, he put those out as well.
Quickly turning off the hose, he made his way over to
his fathers barbeque. Picking up a small bag of charcoal and
tucking it under his arm, Ranma ran straight for the outer
walls. Jumping as hard as he could, he flew face first into the
wall. Climbing to his feet, Ranma muttered, “when I get
back, I’m going to personally kick you.” Making his way
around the house, he casually, or as casual as someone who
just ran into a wall could, walked out of the Saotome
compound and headed for the nearest forest.
Nodoka returned 30 minutes later, a shopping bag in
each arm. Placing them down on the kitchen counter, she was
about to put away the eggs when she saw Ranma’s note.
‘Gone on a camping trip alone. Be back on
Wednesday, maybe.
Ranma’
When Genma returned and walked to the kitchen, his
only reply was, “Looks like I’ll need the mop again.”
Next Time: Training Trip
See what fun Ranma has on a training trip and what the
others do while he’s gone. ^_^;
Authors Notes: 32 pages! I never thought this chapter was
gonna end. At first I was thinking of including the training
trip with this chapter but decided against it. One thing, this
world’s gonna get a lot more messed up as I go along. Hope
you enjoyed it! ^_^
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