I don't own Ranma 1/2. I wrote this not too long ago. Yet, not everybody can read in my first language, so I have started translating this fic. Besides praying to the gods I don't believe in I didn't make ortographic mistakes, I might have.
SO... A TOMBOY, UH?
Short prelude, the kind one which you read in less than five minutes and then state "Hey, looks interesting. Let's see how it goes on."
The teen couple came back from school without exchanging a single word, long faces reaching the floor, Akane being the most pissed off of both of them, the reason unknown to Ranma.
-We're home!- They said at the same time, reacting inmediatly by giving each other infuriated looks. And then ignored each other.
-Oh, welcome back Akane, Ranma. How did today schoo...- trailed off Kasumi at their arriving, finally grasping some of the athmosphere present. -Did you two have an argument gain?
Ranma shrugged his shoulders, then sat in front of the tv. -You could say that...- replied Akane before storming stairs up to her room and slaming her door shut
Nabiki, who arrived earlier from school, started getting annoyed and looked away from the tv -Geezz, these two will never learn. We're lucky they get along well most of the time.
Ranma quickly replied -Not when the tomboy beats every living being she strumbles upon for things they didn't even do or say, which I didn't, by the way.- said, turning to the stairs to shouth -Did you hear, Tomboy?!
The girl's fist closed, frustrated. -Idiot!- and then slammed shut her bedroom door.
Then dropped herself on her bed, tired. Why does he call me tomboy? Though, turning upside. I'm not... I'm not a tomboy! Although, Ukyo may be one... After all, she wears boys clothes and works on her own. I... I like to dress up, and put on makeup. I love to go shopping! I can't be a tomboy...
The clock sound opened her way trough. She crossed her arms. -Even if I'm tired of it all... I've gotten used to being called a tomboy...
Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac.
It was unnerving. Always the same. Nothing ever changed..
Her hands cupped her head, pulling at her hair -Aaarhg, I'm feed up of it all!
The cry was heard from the fool below. Ranma got a worried look from Kasumi and an angry one from Nabiki.
-You should apology, Ranma- advised Kasumi.
-Indeed, before my show ends. I'd like to enjoy it in silence, so you must.- Nabiki ordered.
Yet the boy stood still, looking at the table, angry and frustrated. Like the furniture was the guilty one in that room, instead of him.
Then got up and knocked at Akane's door. -Akane, open the door, please.- Requested. His reply was a loud bang from inside, along with Akane's voice. -Go away, I'm busy! Come back later!
Ranma stood still, wondering guilty if she was crying and if it was his fault. Truth was, he's very wrong. She didn't shed a single tear. Akane had a smile glued to her face. A mischievous smile.
Her wardrobe was being emptied, clothes scattered all over the floor. All her skirts diskarded, only kept the pants on the hangers. Nothing cute to keep, nothing pink to show.
Then se turned to her bed and shighed. She liked the bears. Yet...
Didn't need them. Bedcovers off!
And the pony frame off too!
Off the panda plushie. Off the piggy one. Off everything alike!
All to the thrash, included school uniform, makeup and posters.
Then a naked Akane pointed up to the sky and stated -Didn't you want a dumb, ugly tomboy! Then you are seeing one!
Short prelude's end...