Ranma is property of someone else, as are Nodoka and Akane. So's the other guy that gets mentioned. I'm just borrowing them, I'll return them. I couldn't afford what Nabiki would charge me in late fees anyhow.
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Ranma's Bedtime Story
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Nodoka smiled to herself. Her son had come back... well, sort of. She now had a half son, half daughter. Then again, he bore himself and herself in such a Manly way -- three true fiancees, by all accounts the "most eligible bachelor" status at Furinkan at the same time, as well as the girls who followed him hoping to become his fiancees.
It had been too long since she'd been able to be a mother to her son. When she thought about how her husband's thoughtless acts had harmed her son, her hand instinctively gripped where the katana should have been. Then she remembered -- the katana was lying in the room she and Genma were sharing for the night, an idle reminder that he was to behave himself even though the seppuku agreement no longer existed. She planned to extract both his punishment and his husbandly duties from him later that night.
Oh, sure, she had a few things to sort out on her son's behalf. In the morning, that Kuno boy and his sister would both taste the flat of a katana, or perhaps she'd even break out the Sakaba-tou so she could use her more advanced techniques. At noon, lunch at a certain okonomiyaki stand. In the afternoon, a phone call to a few friends in China and then in the State department, to arrange the removal of some uninvited and rather illegal immigrants.
But for now, it was time to get reacquainted with her son.
Nodoka slid open the door to her son's room, and realized that in order to share a room with her husband her son had been more than merely displaced. Curiously enough, Soun and Genma had chosen little Akane's room for him to share. Oh, nevermind. They were fiancees, and so if they chose to do anything, her son should certainly be manly enough for it. If they really wanted to, it wouldn't matter if they were placed in different rooms anyways.
"Hentai."
"Kawaiikune."
That would be them, coming down the hallway, prepared for bed. Nodoka made a mental note: stop and have a woman-to-woman talk with Akane sometime in the next few days, followed by another mother-to-son talk. Hopefully, they'd either realize their insults weren't meant as such or they'd stop insulting each other. She'd seen them glance at each other when they thought they weren't being observed -- so much like Genma had when she'd first met him. So nice to know that they cared for each other even in an arranged marriage.
The door slid open. Nodoka calmly waited for each to sit down in bed, then made a big fuss over tucking them in - her son and her future daughter-in-law. She'd waited so long to act motherly again, who cared that her son was old enough to take care of things like that himself? For once she wanted to do it.
"Ranma, Akane, would you like a bedtime story? I think I remember your favorite one."
"If you wanna, mom, that'd be fun."
"Thanks, Mrs. Saotome, I'd like a good story."
Nodoka smiled. It was so wonderful of the children to humor her.
"A hundred and fifty years ago, during the time of the revolution, there lived a swordsman in Kyoto by the name of Hitokiri Battousai..."
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Ranma's Bedtime Story
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Nodoka smiled to herself. Her son had come back... well, sort of. She now had a half son, half daughter. Then again, he bore himself and herself in such a Manly way -- three true fiancees, by all accounts the "most eligible bachelor" status at Furinkan at the same time, as well as the girls who followed him hoping to become his fiancees.
It had been too long since she'd been able to be a mother to her son. When she thought about how her husband's thoughtless acts had harmed her son, her hand instinctively gripped where the katana should have been. Then she remembered -- the katana was lying in the room she and Genma were sharing for the night, an idle reminder that he was to behave himself even though the seppuku agreement no longer existed. She planned to extract both his punishment and his husbandly duties from him later that night.
Oh, sure, she had a few things to sort out on her son's behalf. In the morning, that Kuno boy and his sister would both taste the flat of a katana, or perhaps she'd even break out the Sakaba-tou so she could use her more advanced techniques. At noon, lunch at a certain okonomiyaki stand. In the afternoon, a phone call to a few friends in China and then in the State department, to arrange the removal of some uninvited and rather illegal immigrants.
But for now, it was time to get reacquainted with her son.
Nodoka slid open the door to her son's room, and realized that in order to share a room with her husband her son had been more than merely displaced. Curiously enough, Soun and Genma had chosen little Akane's room for him to share. Oh, nevermind. They were fiancees, and so if they chose to do anything, her son should certainly be manly enough for it. If they really wanted to, it wouldn't matter if they were placed in different rooms anyways.
"Hentai."
"Kawaiikune."
That would be them, coming down the hallway, prepared for bed. Nodoka made a mental note: stop and have a woman-to-woman talk with Akane sometime in the next few days, followed by another mother-to-son talk. Hopefully, they'd either realize their insults weren't meant as such or they'd stop insulting each other. She'd seen them glance at each other when they thought they weren't being observed -- so much like Genma had when she'd first met him. So nice to know that they cared for each other even in an arranged marriage.
The door slid open. Nodoka calmly waited for each to sit down in bed, then made a big fuss over tucking them in - her son and her future daughter-in-law. She'd waited so long to act motherly again, who cared that her son was old enough to take care of things like that himself? For once she wanted to do it.
"Ranma, Akane, would you like a bedtime story? I think I remember your favorite one."
"If you wanna, mom, that'd be fun."
"Thanks, Mrs. Saotome, I'd like a good story."
Nodoka smiled. It was so wonderful of the children to humor her.
"A hundred and fifty years ago, during the time of the revolution, there lived a swordsman in Kyoto by the name of Hitokiri Battousai..."