The Bicycle
By The Encrypter (silly, I know, but I like it)
A Disclaimer: I do not own Shampoo, or anyone else in the Ranma 1/2 universe. That goes to Takahashi Rumiko. I don't own Nerima, either. That belongs to Tokyo. But I do own a bicycle...
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A bicycle lay in the middle of the road. It was a girl's delivery bike, painted in a shade of pink and had a sticker that to the casual observer said something about cats. Lying in the middle of the road.
In most other communities, the bike would have been moved out of the way by a commuter, demolished by a passing truck, or simply stolen. Such is the lot in life for lost bicycles. Most of the time.
But as the morning wore on and traffic increased, the bike was given a wide berth by all those who passed it. It was as if the machine rested inside a force field-or at least an aversion field. No one passed so much as within three feet of it.
Then again, this was Nerima. Abandoned girl's bikes with delivery boxes that said things about cats, while not commonplace, were carefully ignored and avoided nonetheless. With the local crowd, you just never knew.
It is said that hell hath no fury like a woman spurned. It should also be said that the same thing goes if her bicycle were to be stolen, damaged, or relocated.
Particularly if the woman in question happened to be Shampoo.
And nobody likes an angry Amazon.