Spilt Sauce
By Silver Vaporeon
Wow…it's my first Ranma ½ fan fiction. Um…yay?
Keyword is fan fiction; I don't own any part of Ranma 1/2. Don't I just suck at writing disclaimers?
Thoughts are in italics and ***'s signify a scene change. Enjoy and don't forget to leave a comment on your way out. ^_^
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"See you tomorrow!" Yuki called to Akane before she exited the small classroom of I-F. Akane waved back in farewell as she picked up her schoolbag that was lying on her desk. Cleaning up the classroom was always a boring chore and the short-haired girl was glad that it was finally done. It hadn't helped that her fiancé, Ranma Saotome, had run amuck through the room earlier that day trying to escape the punishment of their English teacher, Hinako Ninomiya when he was caught reading manga in class.
"Ranma! I am ready to go!" Akane called but he had already disappeared from the room. Akane grew angry, knowing that he had probably ditched the duty of cleaning the room.
I am SO going to kill him when I get home, she thought angrily. She walked out of the room and out of the school. She was walking on the path along the storm drains, debating wither to pummel him with her mallet or to kick him sky-high through the roof when a cry interrupted her thoughts.
"Come back here, you freak!" a familiar feminine voice called out as a small blur rushed by Akane. A familiar small blur slinging a bulging pack of unmentionables stuffed into it.
"I don't think so!" Happosai called out gleefully.
"Get back here!" a rather wet and peeved Ranma-chan rushed by Akane, causing the latter to blink in slight confusion. She watched the female-form of her fiancé run after the small pervert-of-a-man that she was reluctant to address as her grandfather. She shook her head and continued walking along, watching the orange and red-tinted leaves from the trees flutter around her.
Autumn was always a nice time of the year, she thought. The air was getting cooler again and the setting sun gave everything a glowing golden hue. Her walk took her through the neighborhoods of Nerima and the pleasant smell of dinner being prepared filled her nose. It always gave her a sense of calmness when the aroma tickled her nose and prompted her to try harder to make her food at least slightly edible. She turned the corner and arrived at the gates of the Tendo Dojo. Walking past the gates, she left her shoes at the doorstep and entered.
"I am ho-!" she started to call out before Ranma barged his way through the door and used her head as a springboard, still chasing after Happosai who had run through the door as Akane had entered. Akane's face met the wooden floor and she twitched a little before raising her head to see Ranma round the corner of the hall and disappear. Akane staggered to her feet, glowing with an angry blue aura.
"Raaaaanmmmmmaaaaa……" she snarled as she reached for her favorite wooden sword that stood in the corner. "…Prepare to die!"
She followed the red-headed girl and caught up with Ranma who was strangling Happosai with a frilly pink brassiere from his collection of stolen underwear. Akane ended up deciding to lambaste Ranma and send both the gender-ambiguous girl and the elderly pervert on a one-way ticket to the stratosphere.
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"Akane got you good this time, Ranma," Daisuke observed the wounds on Ranma's figure as he walked to his seat the next day. Though the comical lumps on Ranma's head had quickly disappeared the night before, many of his numerous bruises were still visible, not to mention the black eye that his fiancée had given him when he returned was rather conspicuously dealt with Akane's fist. Ranma sat at his seat muttering something about uncute macho chicks. Akane took her seat behind Ranma and let out a sound of arrogant superiority as if to say "serves you right". Ranma turned around and stuck his tongue at her and found a rather large text book shoved into his mouth, stretching out his cheeks.
"Ack-haan-ey!" he howled as he struggled to remove the book from his mouth.
Mr. Watanabe walked in and the classroom fell silent as he took roll at the head of the classroom aside from Ranma's sounds of struggling as he continued to attempt to dislodge the textbook.
"…Komiya, Sumiko," the middle-aged man read off the attendance sheet.
"Present," the girl raised her hand and Mr. Watanabe made a checkmark next to the name.
"Kuonji, Ukyo," he announced.
Ranma finally managed to yank the book out of his mouth and waited for the usual unenthusiastic "here" Ukyo gave when her name was called but it was replaced with silence. Akane noticed the absence of the usual reply as well and looked at the empty seat. Mr. Watanabe waited for a little bit as if to confirm his student's absence.
"Kuonji, Ukyo. Abs-" he lifted his pencil to fill in the box marked "absent" when a flushed Ukyo threw open the door, panting and looking as if she had just run a marathon.
"Kuonji, Ukyo" she panted. "Present. Sorry I'm late," she walked to her desk and sat down, her head bowed. Mr. Watanabe sighed and made a checkmark next to her name.
"Kuonji, Ukyo," he repeated from where he left off. "Tardy. Go stand in the hallway."
Ukyo, neither looking too upset nor nonchalant about her punishment, got out of her seat and walked to the front of the room to pick up the heavy buckets of water that stood near the door and walked outside, standing in front of the window with her back towards the classroom.
She was never late to class before, Ranma couldn't help thinking. He wondered why his friend would arrive late for a little bit but Mr. Watanabe had already started going over polynomials and Ranma was in no mood to be joining Ukyo in the hall for "not paying attention" though he never paid much attention to school work in the first place.
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An hour passed before Ukyo was allowed back into the classroom. She simply replaced the buckets at the door and sat down, beginning to take notes from what was already on the board and asked Miki, the smartest boy in the class and who sat in the row parallel to her, in a hushed whisper to lend her his notes at lunch. He nodded and continued to take detailed notes. He and Ukyo were good friends so she was one of the only ones that he'd lend notes to. Ranma grew bored of juggling incomprehensionable math in his aching brain and looked in Ukyo's direction out of the corner of his eye. Her hand was busy scribbling down math formulas but her face contained a sense of secret excitement that was getting harder to contain by the minute. Akane glanced at the pony-tailed girl and let out a small sound of disapproval. Ukyo was probably daydreaming about Ranma, she thought.
Lunch time rolled around and the cafeteria was crammed with hungry students clamoring for the last melon bread or the last salmon sandwiches. Ranma got lucky and received his lunch before they ran out. The bag of hot lunch felt pleasant in his hands and his stomach was dancing with anticipation, begging Ranma to eat the food before it got stolen or too cold.
"Ranma! Come sit with us!" Hiroshi called out, waving wildly in the pig-tailed martial artist's direction. Daisuke waved alongside with Hiroshi.
"Sayuri says that there's a special event happening later! Daisuke called. "Wanna come and hear?"
Ranma opened his mouth to reply when a cheerful "Ran-chan~!" rang out and he felt someone hug him from behind. He felt something bulky pressing against his back in a diagonal and saw that the arms that held him around the chest were clothed in the navy blue cloth of a Furinkun High boy's uniform. It didn't take him long to figure out who was holding him.
" 'ey, Ucchan," He turned around and greeted her when she let go. "What are you so happy about today? You came in la-"
"I'll explain it while we're eating, ok, Ran-chan?" Ukyo's face glowed with happiness and pride.
"Ukyo!" Hiroshi ran up to her like an excited puppy eager for a walk. "Is it true? Is it true?"
Ranma blinked in confusion. "…is what true?"
"Ah ha. Don't you just want to know, Ranma-honey?" Ukyo smirked. "I'll show you guys outside."
They walked out into the grassy field beside the main building and sat under a shady tree that had yet to shed its leaves of gold and red. Ukyo had disappeared somewhere and Ranma sat with Hiroshi, Daisuke and Sayuri who took on the role of excited children.
"I don't get it," Ranma inquired as he ate. "What's the big deal with Ukyo now?" he asked Daisuke. Before his friend could answer, a metallic clattering of equipment and utensils attracted their attention. The spatula-wielding girl put the box down along with her large spatula and quickly set up her portable grill for cooking okonomiyaki and took out pre-mixed batter in a small metal container. She turned on the grill and removed two small spatulas from the bandolier she always slung around her shoulder. It was easy to liken the chief with a martial artist, which she partly-claimed to be. Ranma munched on the last of his lunch bread and licked at his fingers when he finished them.
"Observe," she said. With a loud cry, she kicked the container (minus the lid) into the air and jumped into the air herself. She quickly divided the batter into equal portions and they plopped onto the grill with the same timing precision that falling dominos possess. Ukyo landed in front of the grill, cradling the container in one arm. She set it down and quickly got to work. A few minutes later and with many tricks and flourishes, the girl provided the group with hot okonomiyaki, cooked to perfection.
"Mm..." Ranma nibbled at the specialty, feeling a bit full. "So what is this all 'bout, Ukyo? Just decided to fix us some lunch?"
"You mean you haven't heard, Ranma?" Sayuri nearly squealed in surprise, her ponytail swaying. "She's-"
"I am having a special event at Ucchan's today after school," Ukyo spoke for herself and handed Ranma a flyer that had a SD-drawing of Ukyo flipping equally cartoony okonomiyaki. Ranma read the announcement out loud:
A special event at Ucchans on Friday!
See martial arts prepare your dish before your eyes! The spectacle happens at 5:00 in the vacant lot near
Ucchans. Don't be late! - ♥^_~
Ranma looked at his third fiancée who was glowing with pride and then back at the flyer and saw that Ukyo was having a 75% price reduction as well for the event.
"Is this a promotion-thing for your restaurant?" Ranma asked over the noisy gobbling from his two male friends. Ukyo nodded.
"You bet it is. I spent the last few nights making the flyer design and organizing everything. This is going to be so great! Business will be booming before you know it!" Ukyo smiled broadly.
So that's why she was late to school… Ranma thought.
"Thank you for lunch, Ukyo," Sayuri said as she was nearing finishing the dish. Hiroshi and Daisuke attempted to thank her as well but it was near to impossible to understand anything since their mouths were full of okonomiyaki.
"No prob. Just remember to stop by after school, ok?" Ukyo winked. A scream from the other students drew their attention.
"Get away from me!" Miki from their class ran away from a large familiar looking man with a palm tree growing out of his head and plastic sunglasses for spectacles that was chasing him. He clutched at his slightly longer-than-average hair. All the other boys in the proximity of the crazed tree all bolted for safety in the classrooms.
"Demerit for da' long 'air boy!" the man called out. " 'avent youze heard da new reinforced rules? Buzz cuts for dem boys! Yousa boy so yousa gets the cut!"
"Miki! Hold on!" Ukyo picked up her large battling spatula which lay on the ground and ran towards the scene to defend her friend. Ranma sighed. He had had enough of the antics of the psycho principal and was eager to give him a few kicks for past grievances. He got to his feet and soon caught up with Ukyo.
"Don't forget me!" Ranma said as they caught up with Principal Kuno. Ranma gave his principal a flying kick to the back of the head before landing in front of him.
"OH-!" Principal Kuno cried out and rubbed his head. "Curse you, Ranma Saotome!" he growled in his maniacal way, giving Ranma the birdie.
"Yeah…yeah…" Ranma narrowed his eyes. "Why are you picking on students this time, you weirdo?"
"Well, da rules are da rules an' boys aren't allowed to 'ave da long 'air!" the Hawaiian-obsessed man drew out his barber sheers. "An' dat rule applies to you too, Ranma Saotome! Buzz Cut!"
Principal Kuno lunged at Ranma without much success and found himself eating dirt when Ranma elbowed him to the ground. Ukyo leaped up and brought her spatula down on Principal Kuno's head with a loud "CLONG!".
"Pick on someone your own size!" she chastised him.
The dazed man looked up and saw a red-garbed martial artist with a pigtail and a student in male uniform with a long brown ponytail.
"..d-dem-demerit…" the Principal staggered to his feet with twin gleaming sheers in his hands. "…long hair become buzz cut for da both of you!"
END PART ONE
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wow! Wasn't that just the stupidest chapter to begin with? And I have yet to finish my other fan fiction and instead of working on those, I've started on a new one! Don't worry for the real plot has yet to begin! Oh and yes! Akane comes back into the scene and (dramatic voice) Ennnnnnnter Kuno and other members of our cast! Yippie skippies!