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Train Wreck
Soft music blew in his ears and pink and white confetti rained down from all sides. Ranma puffed and blew a lock of hair away from his nose. He scratched his neck uncomfortably. He was in a suit; he hated suits. They were stuffy, itchy and mandatory at weddings. And he hated weddings. They were so pink! Pink was not a manly color at all!
He frowned as he waded through a crowd of chattering guests and made his way towards the buffet arranged in a luxurious arc at the front of the ridiculous pink tent that had been set up for the wedding reception. Food was the only high point of weddings, yeah!
A tittering girl in a pink and white frilly dress bumped into him. She bounced off his hard-as-rock chest and losing her balance on those ridiculously high pink heels, she toppled over. Something glittery rolled down from her head and dropped into the ornamental fountain next to them. Her super long train snagged on her heel and—
*RRIIIPPP*
Wait, train? Oh no, train… TRAIN… Only the bride was supposed to have a train…
Every head in the tent turned to stare at him. The bride goggled at her ruined train and her lip quivered. The groom, he assumed it was the groom or else it would be scandalous, rushed to her side and hugged her, murmuring softly to her in a hopefully soothing voice. Ranma fidgeted and took a step away from them, hoping to escape the limelight.
Avoiding all gazes, he turned to flee, and a firm hand shoved against his chest, freezing him in his tracks. He gulped, and looked up, and he saw her.
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When Pigs Bite
She had soft short dark hair, which shone blue wherever the light caught it. Her eyes were brown, the color of rich melted chocolate. Her lips were painted a beautiful red, and he had never loved the color red more. Red was his favorite color.
She was smiling at him, her head tilted to the side and her hair slid off her neck to give him a glimpse of the soft white skin there. He felt something throb in his chest and he so badly wanted to reach out and touch her. She opened her mouth to say something, but the world had oddly turned into marshmallow, for he had difficulty hearing, or moving, or doing anything other than staring.
Slowly, moving nothing like the superfast martial artist that he was, he fished out his cell phone and held it up till the camera lens focused on her. He pressed a button, and it started recording live.
He watched as she bent her head down and it was only then that he noticed the little black pig in her arms. She put her mouth close to its stubby ears and whispered something, and Ranma felt a screeching bolt of jealousy towards the pig.
Involuntarily, his hand reached forward to snatch the pig away from her, when both girl and pig looked up and locked their eyes straight onto his. And a different kind of bolt ran down his spine. The girl grinned suddenly, and he noticed a full mouth of teeth. Which were nothing compared to the view the pig's mouth presented him.
Ranma Saotome, had faced down inhumanly fast and strong martial opponents in his life and lived to tell the tale. For the first time in his life, he knew the humiliation – and the pain – of being bitten on the rump.
Pursued by sharp teeth, the best martial artist of Nerima, made a mad dash to the exit.
So this started out as another piece for my fanfic Neriman Days, but it turned out to be so sooo wordy, that it needed to be made into it's own fic... =.="
I hope this one doesn't get stuck like my other stories... :D
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