Pedro Rodriguez Espectra1@yahoo.com
Based on Rumiko Takahashi's Ranma 1/2
Serialized in Shogakugan Comics
A million diffrent directions
By The Brown Gaijin
For best readability, Word Wrap to your preference.
Please don't sue me. I'm a turnup on my last drop of blood.
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[In the far outskirts of Tokyo a bus that has seen more miles than it
wishes to remember drives past the country side and twoards the capital
of Japan. There aren't too many passengers in the bus. They are
senior citizens who still prefer a slow drive on a bus than a fast trip
on a bullet train. Some of them have suitcases with them showing signs
of a trip trip taken or maybe a trip in process; others are just long
commuting with only a couple of daily tools beside them. In the back
of the bus, however is a young 16 year old boy who seems to be riding
alone. Asleep, he seems exhausted from a tiresome journey that he has
made. There are only a few hints as to where he has come from; he is
wearing a red chinese shirt and loose black pants. He has only one
suitcase as well as some camping gear stored in the compartment above
his head; nothing else of his shows where he has been. He continues to
sleep in his seat until the bus shakes hard enough that he wakes up
from his slumber. Suprised, he looks around to see where he is. Then
he remembers that he is making a trip back home. A home which he
hasn't seen for over ten years. He feels in his pocket and notices
that something is missing. He looks around and sees a little boy no
older than six years old holding up what appears to be a wallet. The
older boy gently takes it from him.]
Older Boy: Arigato.
[He looks at the younger boy. The child is wearing a blue uniform with
a yellow hat. Before he can get a better look at him, the younger boy
walks off twoards his grandfather who is located at the very front of
the bus. The older boy looks at the two as they talk about the
scenery.]
Older Boy: (Thinking) I wonder if I was ever that young.
[The older boy looks around at the other people. Some are sleeping,
some are reading, others are looking at the scenery outside. The older
boy looks out side at the beatiful and well kept land. Outside in the
green and orange fields people are moving along getting on with thier
daily lives. He looks even further and sees a huge purple mountain in
the distance. He then looks at his wallet and opens it up. Inside are
some pictures of himself, his father, his friends and an I.D. with his
name on it.]
***
[Nerima bus depot. Nodoka Saotome has been waiting here since dawn,
but in reality she has been waiting for this day much longer. It is
the day her son would arrive. As she sits down on the metal bench she
looks around the waiting area. Although the stop is a bit rustic, it
has been well kept. The cold and smooth grey cement floor has been
washed up with a little bit of dirt left along the small cracks. A
radio talk show comes out of an old transistor radio located at the
concession stand. Just outside the depot people are walking by getting
on with thier daily lives. The every-day sounds stop as Nodoka hears
the motor of an old bus comming from the distance. Her heart jumps in
anticipation as the bus begins to make it's way into the parking lot.
The motor revs one more time as the old bus pulls into its parking spot
at the station. It finally comes to a stop, the brake release valve is
released and the bus driver opens the door as he's done a million times
before.]
Bus Driver: Tokyo, Tokyo.
[The passengers come out of the bus exhausted from the trip. Some step
to the side and stretch thier legs. Others walk over to the bus driver
to get thier luggage from underneath the bus. Nodoka steadly walks
over to them to see if her son had arrived. As the people stop
trickling out of the bus, she begins to wonder if her son was in there
at all.]
Nodoka: Um, excuse me?
Bus driver: (Turns to her) Yes, Miss, can I help you?
Nodoka: Was that all of the passengers?
[The bus deiver takes a quick head count and notices that one is still
not off the bus. The boy inside sees the conversation going outside.
Finally when the two finish thier conversation he and the woman make
eyeconcact. He dosen't recognize her as one of the passengers, and his
heart begins to do backflips. She appeared to be in her fourties;
although she is old enough to be his mother, her looks could still give
any woman twenty years younger than her a run for their money. The
woman is dressed in a blue and white kimono with a bundle in her
shoulders. Her dark brown hair is wrapped up in the back. Still,
although he thought she was bearutiful, something inside of him could
feel something diffrent, something deeper than her looks. Finally, he
reaches the exit of the bus to where Nodoka is standing. As he stands
infront of her, his tall and well built body is somewhat dulled by his
expression on his face. As Nodoka looks into the boys face, she builds
up courage, and finds the strength to ask the young man a quetion.
Nodoka's heart begins to race in fear of the response.]
Nodoka: Ra-Ranma?
Ranma: Mom?
[As he looks into Nodoka's face the expression on his turns into one
only seen in who that have made a long and valliant journey. His eyes
begin to swell up as his heart begins to tighten not kowing that Nodoka
is feeling the same thing. Step by step, he slowly walks twoards her,
slowly losing face; Nodoka slowly opening up her arms twoards him; an
aptempt to comfort him; an aptempt to comfort herself. Finally he
reaches her; he wraps his arms around her smooth sliky kimono; she
wraps her arms around his worn wrinkled shirt; both cry in silence.]
Ranma: Tadaima
Nodoka: Oakaeri nasai.
[The end... for now]
***
Authors note:
10/12/00
Well, that's it... My very first fanfic. And as mentioned this is a
oneshot so this is also where it ends. Wether or not I plan to
continue this one shot depends on how much negative response I _don't_
get.
1/30/01
Wow has it really been three months? I would like to thank my old
english teacher for proofreading this. I would give his name but I
don't know his reaction. I'm thinking about doing a series where Ranma
goes off and lives with his mother but don't keep your hopes up. Gomen!
-The bar guy in "Keeping the Faith"
Espectra
http://animae.4t.com
Based on Rumiko Takahashi's Ranma 1/2
Serialized in Shogakugan Comics
A million diffrent directions
By The Brown Gaijin
For best readability, Word Wrap to your preference.
Please don't sue me. I'm a turnup on my last drop of blood.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
[In the far outskirts of Tokyo a bus that has seen more miles than it
wishes to remember drives past the country side and twoards the capital
of Japan. There aren't too many passengers in the bus. They are
senior citizens who still prefer a slow drive on a bus than a fast trip
on a bullet train. Some of them have suitcases with them showing signs
of a trip trip taken or maybe a trip in process; others are just long
commuting with only a couple of daily tools beside them. In the back
of the bus, however is a young 16 year old boy who seems to be riding
alone. Asleep, he seems exhausted from a tiresome journey that he has
made. There are only a few hints as to where he has come from; he is
wearing a red chinese shirt and loose black pants. He has only one
suitcase as well as some camping gear stored in the compartment above
his head; nothing else of his shows where he has been. He continues to
sleep in his seat until the bus shakes hard enough that he wakes up
from his slumber. Suprised, he looks around to see where he is. Then
he remembers that he is making a trip back home. A home which he
hasn't seen for over ten years. He feels in his pocket and notices
that something is missing. He looks around and sees a little boy no
older than six years old holding up what appears to be a wallet. The
older boy gently takes it from him.]
Older Boy: Arigato.
[He looks at the younger boy. The child is wearing a blue uniform with
a yellow hat. Before he can get a better look at him, the younger boy
walks off twoards his grandfather who is located at the very front of
the bus. The older boy looks at the two as they talk about the
scenery.]
Older Boy: (Thinking) I wonder if I was ever that young.
[The older boy looks around at the other people. Some are sleeping,
some are reading, others are looking at the scenery outside. The older
boy looks out side at the beatiful and well kept land. Outside in the
green and orange fields people are moving along getting on with thier
daily lives. He looks even further and sees a huge purple mountain in
the distance. He then looks at his wallet and opens it up. Inside are
some pictures of himself, his father, his friends and an I.D. with his
name on it.]
***
[Nerima bus depot. Nodoka Saotome has been waiting here since dawn,
but in reality she has been waiting for this day much longer. It is
the day her son would arrive. As she sits down on the metal bench she
looks around the waiting area. Although the stop is a bit rustic, it
has been well kept. The cold and smooth grey cement floor has been
washed up with a little bit of dirt left along the small cracks. A
radio talk show comes out of an old transistor radio located at the
concession stand. Just outside the depot people are walking by getting
on with thier daily lives. The every-day sounds stop as Nodoka hears
the motor of an old bus comming from the distance. Her heart jumps in
anticipation as the bus begins to make it's way into the parking lot.
The motor revs one more time as the old bus pulls into its parking spot
at the station. It finally comes to a stop, the brake release valve is
released and the bus driver opens the door as he's done a million times
before.]
Bus Driver: Tokyo, Tokyo.
[The passengers come out of the bus exhausted from the trip. Some step
to the side and stretch thier legs. Others walk over to the bus driver
to get thier luggage from underneath the bus. Nodoka steadly walks
over to them to see if her son had arrived. As the people stop
trickling out of the bus, she begins to wonder if her son was in there
at all.]
Nodoka: Um, excuse me?
Bus driver: (Turns to her) Yes, Miss, can I help you?
Nodoka: Was that all of the passengers?
[The bus deiver takes a quick head count and notices that one is still
not off the bus. The boy inside sees the conversation going outside.
Finally when the two finish thier conversation he and the woman make
eyeconcact. He dosen't recognize her as one of the passengers, and his
heart begins to do backflips. She appeared to be in her fourties;
although she is old enough to be his mother, her looks could still give
any woman twenty years younger than her a run for their money. The
woman is dressed in a blue and white kimono with a bundle in her
shoulders. Her dark brown hair is wrapped up in the back. Still,
although he thought she was bearutiful, something inside of him could
feel something diffrent, something deeper than her looks. Finally, he
reaches the exit of the bus to where Nodoka is standing. As he stands
infront of her, his tall and well built body is somewhat dulled by his
expression on his face. As Nodoka looks into the boys face, she builds
up courage, and finds the strength to ask the young man a quetion.
Nodoka's heart begins to race in fear of the response.]
Nodoka: Ra-Ranma?
Ranma: Mom?
[As he looks into Nodoka's face the expression on his turns into one
only seen in who that have made a long and valliant journey. His eyes
begin to swell up as his heart begins to tighten not kowing that Nodoka
is feeling the same thing. Step by step, he slowly walks twoards her,
slowly losing face; Nodoka slowly opening up her arms twoards him; an
aptempt to comfort him; an aptempt to comfort herself. Finally he
reaches her; he wraps his arms around her smooth sliky kimono; she
wraps her arms around his worn wrinkled shirt; both cry in silence.]
Ranma: Tadaima
Nodoka: Oakaeri nasai.
[The end... for now]
***
Authors note:
10/12/00
Well, that's it... My very first fanfic. And as mentioned this is a
oneshot so this is also where it ends. Wether or not I plan to
continue this one shot depends on how much negative response I _don't_
get.
1/30/01
Wow has it really been three months? I would like to thank my old
english teacher for proofreading this. I would give his name but I
don't know his reaction. I'm thinking about doing a series where Ranma
goes off and lives with his mother but don't keep your hopes up. Gomen!
-The bar guy in "Keeping the Faith"
Espectra
http://animae.4t.com