Ranma looked up startled. "What! What do you mean!?"
Nabiki thrust the paper at him. "I looked it up, filth. This is your family registry. You're burakumin."
Ranma's hands started to shake. "What... How?"
Akane laughed cruelly. "How? I'm sure you know, perverted trash."
Ranma looked around the table, not finding any friendly faces. Genma had already run. "Why are you all doing this? How does this change who I am?"
Kasumi, ever sweet, looked at him with disgust. "You cannot think that our family would consort with burakumin. We are of samurai lineage. We cannot pollute our bloodline with the unclean."
Ranma felt like crying. "But..."
Soun snapped. "Get out. You are no longer welcome in this house."
Ranma's head was whirling. They tried to force their stupid schools on him, ripped him off every chance they got, prevented him from ever leaving or making his own life, and now, just because some of his great great great grandparents were grave diggers, they thought they could throw him aside? Ranma hung his head.
Beaten, extorted, insulted. He'd put up with a lot of crap trying to make the engagement work. And now they were just throwing all that aside because of his ancestors. He hadn't even done anything, besides being born. How could... how... how amusing.
Soun stood. "Well? Get out of here!"
Ranma started shaking. Nabiki's lip curled. Figures he'd cry now. Then she realized that he wasn't crying. He was laughing. She wondered what the hell he could have to laugh about at a time like this.
Ranma's head snapped up, and there was a feral light in his eyes. "Well, well. All that time, trying to maintain honor, for nothing?" He started giggling. "I think not."
The Tendo's backed up slightly, now unsure of themselves. What was Ranma doing?
Ranma continued giggling. "If you would throw my honor aside, then that means that I am left with none. I wonder, what would a man unbound by honor do to those who betrayed him?"
The giggling was mixed soon with screams, before there was silence.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ranma smiled at Kasumi from his place at the table. "Thank you, Kasumi-chan!"
Kasumi didn't say anything, keeping her eyes meekly downcast. Ranma chuckled. These Tendos, they made such good pets when properly trained. He looked fondly to the wall, where Soun's head sat on a plaque, much like the trophy head of a deer or moose in a hunter's lodge. Ranma sighed in contentment, also looking over the pig, duck, and panda located next to him. He giggled. All he needed was buffoon, and he'd have a complete set!
Nabiki moved out from under the table, wiping her mouth demurely, and bowed. "Is there anything else, Ranma-sama?"
Ranma rubbed his chin thoughtfully. There was something, but he couldn't quite remember... Oh! "Yes there is, Nabiki-chan. Go fetch your sister."
Nabiki moved quickly up the stairs, and not ten seconds later, Akane was coming back down them just as quickly, before prostrating herself in front of Ranma. "You wanted me, Ranma-sama?"
Rather than answer, Ranma simply pulled out a huge mallet and sent her flying through the wall. "I knew I'd been forgetting something today. How silly of me." He turned back to the food and sighed again. Life was good. He should have discarded his honor long ago.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A.N. This little piece is written in response to many of the other "Ranma is a burakumin" fics I've seen, or those similar in style. In almost every single one I've read, Ranma just accepts their casting him out, or if he does attempt revenge, it is a rather pathetic one. I always thought that his response to being impugned on his honor in the ultimate way would be rather more extreme. I have no plans to either expand upon nor continue this piece, but if someone else wants to (crazy bastard), feel free. Just give me a little credit, ne?
Maschbot
Nabiki thrust the paper at him. "I looked it up, filth. This is your family registry. You're burakumin."
Ranma's hands started to shake. "What... How?"
Akane laughed cruelly. "How? I'm sure you know, perverted trash."
Ranma looked around the table, not finding any friendly faces. Genma had already run. "Why are you all doing this? How does this change who I am?"
Kasumi, ever sweet, looked at him with disgust. "You cannot think that our family would consort with burakumin. We are of samurai lineage. We cannot pollute our bloodline with the unclean."
Ranma felt like crying. "But..."
Soun snapped. "Get out. You are no longer welcome in this house."
Ranma's head was whirling. They tried to force their stupid schools on him, ripped him off every chance they got, prevented him from ever leaving or making his own life, and now, just because some of his great great great grandparents were grave diggers, they thought they could throw him aside? Ranma hung his head.
Beaten, extorted, insulted. He'd put up with a lot of crap trying to make the engagement work. And now they were just throwing all that aside because of his ancestors. He hadn't even done anything, besides being born. How could... how... how amusing.
Soun stood. "Well? Get out of here!"
Ranma started shaking. Nabiki's lip curled. Figures he'd cry now. Then she realized that he wasn't crying. He was laughing. She wondered what the hell he could have to laugh about at a time like this.
Ranma's head snapped up, and there was a feral light in his eyes. "Well, well. All that time, trying to maintain honor, for nothing?" He started giggling. "I think not."
The Tendo's backed up slightly, now unsure of themselves. What was Ranma doing?
Ranma continued giggling. "If you would throw my honor aside, then that means that I am left with none. I wonder, what would a man unbound by honor do to those who betrayed him?"
The giggling was mixed soon with screams, before there was silence.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ranma smiled at Kasumi from his place at the table. "Thank you, Kasumi-chan!"
Kasumi didn't say anything, keeping her eyes meekly downcast. Ranma chuckled. These Tendos, they made such good pets when properly trained. He looked fondly to the wall, where Soun's head sat on a plaque, much like the trophy head of a deer or moose in a hunter's lodge. Ranma sighed in contentment, also looking over the pig, duck, and panda located next to him. He giggled. All he needed was buffoon, and he'd have a complete set!
Nabiki moved out from under the table, wiping her mouth demurely, and bowed. "Is there anything else, Ranma-sama?"
Ranma rubbed his chin thoughtfully. There was something, but he couldn't quite remember... Oh! "Yes there is, Nabiki-chan. Go fetch your sister."
Nabiki moved quickly up the stairs, and not ten seconds later, Akane was coming back down them just as quickly, before prostrating herself in front of Ranma. "You wanted me, Ranma-sama?"
Rather than answer, Ranma simply pulled out a huge mallet and sent her flying through the wall. "I knew I'd been forgetting something today. How silly of me." He turned back to the food and sighed again. Life was good. He should have discarded his honor long ago.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A.N. This little piece is written in response to many of the other "Ranma is a burakumin" fics I've seen, or those similar in style. In almost every single one I've read, Ranma just accepts their casting him out, or if he does attempt revenge, it is a rather pathetic one. I always thought that his response to being impugned on his honor in the ultimate way would be rather more extreme. I have no plans to either expand upon nor continue this piece, but if someone else wants to (crazy bastard), feel free. Just give me a little credit, ne?
Maschbot