Disclaimer: Oh look! The sun has risen from the left! The water's flowing upstream! o.O Aaaah! A PINK peacock! Uwaaah! A rhinocerous with fur? Oh my chocolaty chocolates! Is that a green-skinned alien in a tutu? My my... What has the world come to? People even find it weird if I say Ranma belongs to me... Tch!


Enter the Ghost Hand

Food seemed to lose its appeal to him for the first time ever since he could remember. He ate, merely because Hiroshi and Daisuke had pulled him into it. Jokes and banters flew left and right and straight over Ranma's head as, on either side of him, his two friends opened their mouths for more than just food.

"Say, that girl who was the Maid of Honor, nice body, ain't it Dai?"

"Heh! Nothing compared to that pianist babe. What do you think are the chances of her giving me her number?"

"What, YOU? Dream on, dream on, Dai m'boy!" Hiroshi depreciatively patted Daisuke's shoulder.

"Hiro, why are you patting me?" Ranma's bored monotone brought two pairs of eyes to his shoulder where, indeed, a five-fingered hand patted away happily.

"KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! GHOST HAND!"

"Tch! Honestly, you three are such idiots!"

All three panicked men turned at the sound of the new and decidedly un-ghost-like voice.

"UKYO!"

"Purrrrfect synchrony, sugars!" She winked.

...

The Debonair Miss Kuonji

The three non-musketeers stared, bug-eyed, at the sight before them.

"Ukyo, what are you wearing?" Daisuke finally asked.

Hiroshi instantly clamped a hand over his mouth, and nose as well – just for the heck of it. "Ehehehehe," he turned to Ukyo and articulated, "what he means, Ukyo, is that, you look very good today!" Discreetly, he turned back to his suffocating friend and muttered, "Dai! You should be more subtle when dealing with nutcases! They are very sensitive to comments!"

Ukyo 'tch'ed at the two idiots, tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder, perched her right hand on her waist, popped her left knee out and posed. "Did you really expect to see me in a dress?"

For, yes, dear ladies and gentlemen, Ukyo Kuonji had come to the wedding in a shiny black tuxedo and bow-tie.

"Your shoes are more polished than mine." Ranma complimented her.

...

Best Men, All in a Row

"Your shoes are more polished than mine."

"Why, thank you. At least, someone makes an effort." Ukyo's eyes critically strayed to Ranma's limp braid and unbuttoned cuffs. "I was appointed to be the substitute-emergency-backup Best Man for Ryoga, seeing as how the real job was in such very capable hands."

Ranma frowned. He had tried his best, and this is what he got after everything? He pouted and very ostentatiously turned his face away, "No one has any faith in me…." He muttered through pursed lips.

Everyone ignored him.

"Who was the original-emergency-backup Best Man, then?" Hiroshi put in.

"Mousse. But he wore his pants while not wearing glasses, and they turned out to be inside out and so he had to go back home to change."


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