(A/N): OK, people, this is what comes of reading too much ff7 fanfiction, and then buying a new volume of Ranma ½. Oh, and trying to think at 6:30 in the morning. Yeah…and spending what could possibly be an unhealthy amount of time in my room with the curtains drawn, the door closed, and the lights off, just thinking.
No Understanding Of FF7 is required
I own nothing. I try my hardest to stay away from OCs, simply because this is fanfiction, and OCs really don't have much of a place in it. The only thing I own is the plot.
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Help! My Teacher is a Demon!
Chapter One
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Deep in the forests of China, a creature escaped its prison. A clawed, metallic hand thrust out of a pile of rubble, pulling an arm with it. The hand (the left one) cleared away the rubble, making way for the right arm, with a human hand (at least, it seemed that way, though it wore a black leather glove), to aid in moving stones. Before long, the demon had climbed out of what remained of the cave it had been trapped in…and collapsed, breathing heavily. Glowing red eyes peered wearily at the forest from under a bandana the color of freshly spilled blood and from behind pitch-black bangs, hanging into the being's face.
He stood, a tattered red cloak swirling about him, and his black leather clothing that covered his entire body, ending somewhere under the collar of the cloak, which covered his pale face up to just above the nose. Pointed metal boots stepped forward, through the undergrowth, and long black hair swirled about his shoulders, and the demon set off through the forest, searching for civilization…
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Nabiki sighed happily, and stretched luxuriously. When Principal Coconut finally reopened the school (after repairing it, of course, and finding staff and teachers), she was going to make a killing (mainly because no one had bet on the same day). It was only a matter of time, and then, after paying the winner a moderate sum, she'd keep the losers' money. Really, who would have guessed that Ranma and the rest of the NWC (1) would do so much damage? Destroying the school was uncalled for, but now everyone has more time on their hands, which means more fights, which means more money! Now…to get some sleep.
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Kasumi smiled to herself as she began preparing dinner. I hope the school is rebuilt soon. It was so…naughty of Ranma and his friends to demolish it like that. At least now Akane and Ranma will have some time to sort out the stresses in their lives…or, at least, more time than they would have had with school still a part of the schedule.
A pot boils over.
"Oh, my."
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Akane smiled to herself as she jogged. I'd forgotten how good this felt. Just jogging, alone with my thoughts, no romantic rivals, deviant fiancé, or exploding coconuts. I hope the school is never repaired.
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The father of the three lovely girls mentioned above smiled. He was playing Go with his best friend, who was, at the moment, at least, a panda. Abruptly, he was distracted by a crash. Turning to look, he saw that the Tendo family shrine had crashed to the ground. A bad omen, he thought.
"Tendo, what do you think the matter is?" Genma asked, pouring hot water all over himself.
"The family shrine…a bad omen…"
"Yes, but we know about the Master now. And what could be worse than him?"
Nevertheless, the two friends stood up to investigate, and Genma's new sandals broke.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!!!!" both men cried, holding each other out of terror.
"What's this racket?" a wizened old man demanded to know, leaping into the room. "You're disrupting my time with my silky darlings!"
"Master, there have been bad omens!" Soun cried.
"So?"
"So, the last time that happened, you'd escaped the cave we buried you in!" Genma pointed out.
"Oh…sounds like good omens to me, then."
But then…
"Grandfather Happosai? I was just going to clean your room and change your bed sheets when your entire collection of women's underwear, and all of your pictures in your scrapbooks, fell into dust." Kasumi stated, carrying in some tea. The teacups all shattered.
"Oh, my," everyone chorused.
"Th-this is horrible! Bad omens abound! Some horrible demon must have escaped its imprisonment!" Happosai wailed.
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Shampoo hummed to herself as she put together a box lunch. Now that Ranma school gone, he have too too much time on hands! Maybe take Shampoo on date! Alas, or, perhaps, fortunately, the lunch exploded in her face.
"Greeaaaat Graaaaandmoooooootheeeeeer!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The brave Amazon warrior screamed—yelled—in panic—surprise—wondering what had happened.
"Yes, Shampoo, what is it?"
"Shampoo was making lunch for husband, when lunch blow up in Shampoo face!"
"Hmm…something is amiss."
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Even the Kuno family had realized that there was something not quite right happening. They, however, all chalked it up to the fumes from Kodachi's laboratory getting to them, and decided to get some air.
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NWC Nerima Wrecking Crew
(A/N)
Well, that could have gone worse. It could have done a lot worse.
I even had my sister looking over my shoulder while I wrote it, catching all my spelling mistakes. Yaay!