This is just the beginning to my very first Ranma fic. The rest of the fic will not be written in first person form and will go back in time to reveal how Akane came to her conclusion. Between school and club obligations, I don't have that much time to write, and I am not the world's fastest writer in the first place. How fast this fic gets written will depend on how much interest you show in it so please review. It takes only a few minutes of your time and will make my day. I welcome and thrive off of private emails if you prefer not to review on the site.
This also has nothing to do with Vincent Seifert's Taming of the Horse, though it is an absolutely wonderful fic and I highly recommend it. This is my own creation and completely original.
Smarty Cat
smartycat9383@yahoo.com
1-29-02
AKANE'S JOURNAL
Every little girl dreams about a knight in shining armor on a white horse, right?
Well not me.
I couldn't care less about the knight. Boys were useless perverts. I just wanted the horse.
You see, unlike most other little girls, I actually knew something about horses. Like, to be strong enough to carry a man in armor, the horse would have to be big and bulky and slow. Although I'm sure it would have a wonderful disposition, that's not exactly the kind of horse I'd dreamed about. And aren't little girls allowed to be shallow in their fantasies?
What was up with the horse always being white anyway?
I wanted a black one.
Most horses are only white when they get old. Besides, a healthy black horse in the sunlight is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Brilliant shimmering rainbows hidden under all that black hair are visible in the sunlight.
Have you ever seen a white horse give off rainbows?
I didn't think so.
And I wanted a stallion.
Not that I have anything against female horses, but "wild black mare" just doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it? And "wild black gelding" sounds even worse.
I wanted a wild black stallion.
What I got was Ranma.
Funny how dreams come true, isn't it?