Prologue:
Acting
With a smile and a grin, Ryoga and Ranma fought.
It was really a joke, the fighting.
Or more like a play.
Ryoga played the part of the hurt crusher, and started a fight with Ranma.
Ranma would then fight back, and then they would have an excuse for fighting.
Neither one had a chance to spar and practice their martial arts skills (Ranma did, but all ways rose to the opportunity to practice more).
Thus was the necessity to give their (almost) daily play.
Fight! Fight! Flight!
(shattered glass in an empty room)
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Part One and Two of Part Two
Fighting with Ranma is always a pleaser.
He is my best friend and brother, though thick and thin.
We just like to play.
That's all.
That's why I am going to ask him to come with me, to my house, and stay there for a while, maybe forever.
Sides I need him to tell me where my house is!
I laugh at my own patheticness here.
As I have done ever so many times before.
I turn around and get back to the point before I get lost in the recesses of my mind.
Essentially, I want him to run away with me.
I know he wants to get away, to exsape this mad torture of unnecessary cruelty.
Why I'll offer.
I do hope he embrace my kindly offer of gratitude.
And, I must sign off here,
Ryoga Hibiki
We will now pick off EXACTLY where we left.
After several hours of sleep, Ranma awoke to find two pairs of electric emerald eyes starring deep into his boisterous blue. A heavy finger pressed agenst his lip hard, hard enough to know to shut up, and stay that way until told other wise.
Not being as dumb as he played or looked to be, Ranma obeyed Pig Boy.
Out of respect, and the fact he might get beaten to a pulp later on.
Pig Boy removed his rather thick finger away from his lips, and took his hand to creep out and away from the dojo.
After doing so (the out and away) Ranma was pondering what the hell dear Charlotte wanted with him at aproximently 2.5 AM in the morning.
I. Wanted. To. Talk., Ryoga finally answered to his obvious mind question, saying each word in it's own sentence, giving Ranma the vague impression the he REALLY meant it.Well, it better be danm good - , Ranma was cut off by the spin cracking, mind blowing, shower of affection hug he had just received.I shall (tragically) run away this morning, Ryoga said in a morbid tone, starting to cry rivers and oceans at the very thought of leaving his beloved friend. I'll go with ya, ya big sissy! Ran - chan managed to squeak out, and then, after his comment, promptly had his very innards squashed out of his very mangled being.
2.456679 hours later . . . .
This will be so much FUN, Ryoga squealed, quite literally, because, at that very moment, he was a small, black pig with a bandana wrapped around his head. The female he was currently squashed up agenst with (Ranma) wrapped her bony knuckles upon his small head. Shadd up! she spat at him, but he only grinned harder. How could he not squeal for the pure joy of running away with his very very bestest friend in the whole universe!
We're here, Ranma said with a grin plastered messily on her lovely face.
Rain pored down on the two as the dragged their luggage into the warm house hold.
Part Two of Part two
He could not believe what had happened.
His son had run away to god knows where, leaving behind three very angry females.
But the forth was content.
She knew where Ranma hid, and would not tell a soul where.
This made him want to slap the girl in the face until her head spun.
But her father was interfering.
This was aggravating.
This was not what he had trained his son for a decade to do.
He took an emptied sake bottle and threw it agenst his hotel room.
That was how he felt.
The empty room was how he felt.
He fell asleep.
Next time:
Happy little punks!
(dragon tattoos and tounge pearcings)
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Part Three (and five quarters!)
