This is my first attempt at a Ranma ½ Fanfiction. I've tried a few Gargoyles Fanfics, but none of them really took off. I like this better, the style is easier to ape, and I have more fun writing this. Hope you enjoy it.
PS: Can you guess what famous literary work I based this on?
Disclaimer: Waddya mean,it's not mine?
It was a normal day at the Tendo Dojo––peaceful and serene, the kind of day all there was to do was play go with your best friend, without calamity or catastrophy. Alright, maybe this wasn't normal for the Tendo household, but Soun tendo sure wished it was.
The sounds and smells of Kasumi and Akane cooking dinner wafted from the kitchen. Wait, Akane's cooking? I'm outta here.
"RANMA YOU JERK, GET BACK HERE. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED IT YET, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IF IT'S NO GOOD?"
Akane's frustrated cry broke the peaceful calm like she broke bricks with her bare hands. She was chasing the source of her bad mood––Ranma––a plate of food in hand. Her artillery varied from boken and mallets, to projectile weapons, like furniture or garden statuary. But none of these were as dreaded as a single dish of her cooking.
"I don't have to try it to know I won't survive." A fleeing Ranma yelled back over his shoulder at his enraged fiancé.
"And do you think for one instance that if you don't eat it you'll live any longer than if you do?" And, as always happens in situations like this, Akane tripped. Time seemed to stop as she fell, the food flying off the plate in her hand traced an arc of rice and unidentified burnt bits that ended in the koi pond.
Ranma, who was perched atop the wall, stopped running. He whipped his arm across his forehead in relief, and, assured that he had escaped the worst, jumped back into the garden. There was no possible way she could blame him for this, after all he hadn't done anything. There was no possible way this could be his fault.
He landed next to Akane, who was still kneeling by the koi pond. Her back was turned to him and she was staring into the pond. "Hey Akane, you okay? Want to go grab a burger or something?"
Then he heard something––she was sobbing. With tearful eyes she looked up at him. "Why Ranma?" Was all she said––before she added: "Why won't you eat what I cook? I know I'm a bad cook, but you could at least take one bite. I've been trying so hard to improve my cooking, but you won't ever help me."
Ranma's eyes were sad and gentle. "Akane," he said as he caringly placed a hand on her shoulder. She stopped crying and looked up at him. "You're wrong, you're not a bad cook."
Akane blushed, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did he just say what she thought he said? Had he actually said something nice to her? Suddenly his gentle expression disappeared to be replaced by his trademark grin. "You're a horrible cook."
Akane felt something inside her crack, and then she saw red.
A few seconds later Akane was gone, and Ranma was sporting some new headgear. It was a very unusual thing to have on ones head, unless of course ones name was Ranma, then concrete headwear is all the rage. Just like it was all the rage to have it slowly drive the crushed remains of his head into the earth.
Ranma sat up, with the garden statue still on his head. "Geez, she always has to over react," he said, as his wounds miraculously disappeared. Ranma stood up, shoving the garden statue off his head.
"RANMA YOU FOOL, HOW DARE YOU TREAT YOUR FIANCÉ LIKE THAT?"
Ranma's cry of shock was cut off by a loud splash. "What was that for?" A female Ranma yelled, sitting waist deep in cold water.
"Ranma, can't you see what is happening? The more you tease Akane the more she will hurt you, until in the end she leaves you. Ranma," Genma cried, pointing a very dynamic finger at Ranma, "do you want to spend the rest of you life alone?"
"What do I care?" Ranma said, climbing out of the water. "That un-cute macho tomboy can do whatever she wants. I couldn't care less."
Genma sadly shook his head, "I think you care more than you say you do."
"Yeah whatever," she said, walking into the house, "look, I need to find some hot water, I'll talk to you during dinner."
"Ranma, for you there won't be any dinner tonight, maybe that will help you come to your senses."
"What?" Ranma said, as she spun around to face her father. "You're not taking my dinner away from me."
Oh yes I am.
Ranma glared at the large Panda that was cuddling a colorful ball and holding up a sign with scribbled writing on it. Ranma clenched his fist, "DIE YOU OLD FOOL," and stormed off to his room.
Kasumi came into the dining room carrying a tray of food. "Dinner's ready everyone…Oh my…Mr Saotome––isn't that a very uncomfortable place for that sign to be?"
Panda Genma winced as he removed the sign from his…nose.
"Was that really necessary? Sending the boy to his room with no dinner?" Soun Tendo asked his old friend.
Ranma is stubborn, the only way to teach him a lesson is the hard way.
Soun nodded, "And I don't suppose you eating his portion of dinner has anything to do with this?"
Well, obviously!
Panda Genma snickered to himself as he gulped down his double portion of dinner.
Nabiki sighed, "Some things never change."
After dinner was finished and Kasumi and Nabiki had cleared away the dishes Soun and Genma went to play a game of Go. Akane had not come down for dinner. "I hope it's nothing serious, who knows, maybe Ranma really hurt her feelings this time."
Perhaps Kasumi should take something up to her.
"Well, I'd have asked her to do that, but someone seems to have eaten Akane's portion of dinner along with Ranma's."
It's a mystery.
Soun eyed his friend suspiciously, "Yes," he said, "yes it is."
The evening sky was a deep pink hue; it was quiet, except for the clear ring of a lone bicycle. There was not a disturbance in sight, and with Ranma and Akane sulking in their rooms there seemed little chance of there being any––a thing for which Soun Tendo was secretly grateful. He sighed.
"There must be something we can do to solve this problem. Otherwise the future of the anything goes martial arts style is threatened."
Panda Genma nodded.
Soun frowned, "Maybe we could stop pressuring them into getting married, and let them figure things out for themselves."
It came without warning––both erupted in mad giggles. Panda held up a sign: Yeah right, as if that would ever work.
Soun sighed again, "I just wish there were some way to show Ranma why he is having so much trouble with Akane."
And although he did not know it, his wish was heard––and answered.
Ranma stormed into his room and slammed the door shut. Swearing to himself he slumped down onto his futon. "What does that old geezer think he is doing? He can't keep me from eating." Ranma raged, "I'll show him."
He slid open the window and jumped onto the roof. He considered getting something to eat at the Cat Café, but didn't relish seeing Shampoo right now. There was always U-chan's Okonomyaki restaurant. He thought about this for a moment––yeah, that would work. Not only was Ukyo's food delicious, but she also bugged him the least of all his fiancés.
"What a haul."
Ranma turned to face the all too familiar sound. The last thing he saw was a dark shape on a collision course with his head, and the roof's tiles rushing up to meet his face.
When Ranma finally woke up it was already late into the night. A heavy mist had surrounded him while he lay unconscious. He frowned and rubbed his forehead. "That old goat," he muttered, "always causing trouble." It was already too late to get something to eat at a restaurant, but with any luck the rest of the family was already asleep and he'd be able to sneak something out of the kitchen.
He was about to jump off the roof when he noticed someone standing in front of him in the mist. "Hello?" He called, "Who's there?"
"Ranma."
The voice had come from behind him, but when he looked there was no on there. When he turned around the shape he had seen in the mist was gone. He shrugged and turned back to jump off the––and found himself facing Soun Tendo.
"WAUGH!"
Ranma fell back onto the tiles. "Geez, Mr Tendo you scared me? What are you doing up so late?"
"I am not Tendo."
Ranma frowned, "What are you talking about? You look like him."
"I only resemble this Tendo because he is the one who made the wish."
"What wish?" Ranma asked, as he stood up.
The one who claimed not to be Soun Tendo smiled mysteriously. "The wish that someone show you the truth about your problems with Akane."
Ranma chuckled to himself, "Thanks, but no thanks. There's no problem, and I can handle Akane on my own."
"You will be visited by three spirits tonight, one will show you scenes from past fights with Akane. The other will show you the present, and the last will show you what will come to past if you do not change."
"Say what?"
And then he was alone.
That's the first chapter, R&R plz. I need to know what people think, and I like to know my work is appreciated. My ego needs feeding. PLEASE HELP ME. Anyway, I won't be writing the next chapter till I've got a few comments. My ego won't let me.