The big, important thing I want to know...
What couples should be in this? I'll accept anything but inter-Schwartz
or inter-Weiss relationship. (Stuff Like SchuuKen, or OmiNagi is okay,
though) And no Ranma/Shampoo, Ranma/Akane, or Ranma/Ukyou. While I'm a
fan of Ukyou, I just can't seem to fit her into the story.
Oh, and another big question... should Ranma be male or female in the
couples? *smirk*
False Identity
Chapter Six: Conversations
Li Xiang
"Where's Kitty?"
Schuldich didn't bother to shift his attention away form the
television, "With Weiss."
The silver haired assassin blinked his good eye at Schuldich for a few
moments, before bounding over to the other man, "What do you mean, he's
with Weiss? He's supposed to be with me!"
The jade eyed one rolled said eyes before turning to face his friend,
"He's with them to gather information. Balinese "rescued" her from me
this afternoon. I told him to go with Kudou, and I'd contact him
later."
"Oh," the madman nodded. Maybe Kitty could get rid of Weiss for him?
Well, except Abyssian. He needed to figure that man out. Then he could
die. Secure with that thought, Farfello went over the sentence in his
head again. Her?
Schuldich had gone back to his program, but that didn't stop the other
man from poking him, "Her?"
"Jusenkyou," the man responded absently, "Ranma had a gender shifting
curse. He's staying with Weiss in female form." Schuldich noted to
himself that Farfello had left the room, then went back to his show.
He hadn't expected a documentary on Egyptian curses to be so
interesting[1].
---
Ranma made a face, putting the thick, heavy-duty black garbage bag
outside the door. In her mind, she made a note to mention it to one of
the four guys she was now, willingly or not, living with. She didn't
know what they wanted to do with the huge bag of clippings; most people
would throw them out-- but these were florists. Maybe they used them
for compost? She didn't really care, either, she was hungry, she wanted
food, and that was all that mattered.
Aya, she reflected, hadn't seemed very pleased with the fact she was
staying with them. Well, he'd frowned and sent her a "death glare",
before sending her to water the plants. She'd also ended up cleaning up
the leaves and flower petals that had been knocked off the plants by
overbearing fangirls.
While she was no stranger to working-- there had been the stint at the
Nekohanten, and before that a few odd jobs here and there for food
money, while on the road-- it had been the first time she'd worked in a
flower shop.
She knocked over four separate plants-- one of them three times-- and
got yelled at by Aya.
A smile curved her lips as she turned to go back inside. All-in-all,
not that bad of a day.
"Kitty."
She didn't flinch, or jump or start. She'd known he was there almost
from the moment he'd arrived. Smirking grin across her face, she
turned, "Jei-sama."
The Irishman padded out of the night's shadows, single golden eye
staring at her with annoyance. Which was rather set off by the rather
creepy sight of a one-eyed, scared up older man _pouting_ at her.
"You didn't come."
The redhead gave a lazy shrug, "Didn't have much of a choice, Jei-sama.
Kudou wouldn't leave until I wasn't with Schuldich, and Schuldich said
I could help you if I went with the creep..."
The assassin nodded, reaching forwards and clasping her shoulder,
tightly, "Easily rectified," he nodded, again, this time to himself,
grinning at 'his' Kitty, "We'll just go, now."
He tugged Ranma forwards, and she stumbled for a split second before
correcting her balance. His grip loosened for a second, only to tighten
again, his hand having slid down to catch her wrist, and he turned,
pulling her after himself.
The door swung open, then, and annoyed looked Aya standing in the
doorway. He'd been ready to tell "Ranko" that she was taking to long
for just throwing out the garbage, but the words died on his lips.
Violet eyes narrowed at the sight of what was, apparently, Farfello
dragging Ranko away from the store.
"Farfello!"
The silver haired assassin dropped his Kitty's arm, whirling to face
Abyssian. Said redheaded male had already dropped into a fighting
stand-- he didn't bring his katana with him, for rather obvious
reasons.
"Go away, Weiss," Jei snapped, the light of sanity in his eye
vanishing, "I'm collecting my Kitty."
Abyssian's own violet eyes darkened almost to black in the sparse
light, and he growled, "I'm not failing a mission just because you
think she belongs to you!"
"Mission?"
Ranma winced, but said nothing. If Aya won, Nabiki would loose a fair
amount of money. If Jei won, he'd be with the only person he really
trusted. Both were tempting situations to him.
Aya didn't respond-- at least, verbally. He lashed out with a kick,
intending to drive the Irishman away from Ranma. Farfello responded in
kind.
Ranma backed into the shadows, preventing herself from becoming
accidentally involved in the fight. She didn't leave, either, instead
assessing the skills of the combatants with a skilled eye. While Aya
was obviously used to fighting with a weapon, he was doing alright
using basic hand-to-hand skills. His movements were a quite bit more
choppy than what Ranma would consider 'passable'.
Farfello, on the other hand, had pulled one of his knives and was
actively slashing at Aya. The redhead looked like he could use some
help... and the idea of costing Nabiki more money that she usually took
from him was getting more enticing by the second. And she could still
get info for Schuldich, helping Jei-sama in that way.
Besides, she was still hungry, and the Koneko's kitchen was closer.
The martial artist reached up her sleeve, frowning slightly. She might
not have figured out how Muu Tzu hidden weapons technique reduced the
weight of everything he carried, but she had learned how to fold his ki
in such a way as to hide various weapons upon his body. It was due to
the weight problem that he rarely stored anything.
The Saotome Family honor blade came free of the extra dimensional
pocket, held loosely in her fingers. Nodoka had given him the blade
the night after the failed wedding attempt, and even though Ranma
hadn't wanted to take it, he'd never been able to refuse his mother.
He set the katana on the ground, loosening the cloth as he did so.
A light kick sent the sword skidding across the ground, the cloth
pulling away as it caught on the uneven surface. The blade smacked
against Aya's heels, tripping the assassin at the sudden appearance of
an obstruction.
Irritably, he dodged another knife strike, already bleeding from a
dozen wounds, and glanced down at the half wrapped sword. Looking back
up at his opponent, the redhead gave a tight grin, and ducked,
snatching the blade up as he did so. He leapt back a couple paces,
giving the blade a test swing in Farfello's direction.
From there, the "battle" turned. Aya had a farther reach with the
sword, and even though Jei felt no pain, he could feel exhaustion from
both fighting, and blood loss. The silver haired man backed off with a
low growl, before his eyes landed on Ranma.
"Don't worry... I'll get you back, Kitty."
---
"Explain what that was about, now."
Ranma didn't respond, merely turning to the cabinets and rifling
through them in search of the elusive thing known as food. She was
still hungry, dammit! After a few minutes she found a package of
ichiban noodles, and proceeded to crush the noodles into little,
bite-sized pieces. She was feeling rather lazy, and didn't bother to
boil any water to cook them-- besides, she had to be careful of hot
water.
There's a laugh, she mused dryly to herself, being careful of _hot_
water, again.
"Ranko," Aya snapped, throwing the-- once again wrapped-- sword on the
table, he stalked towards her, "Why the hell is Farfello after you?!"
She poured the beef bouillon into the noodle bag, shaking it and
humming slightly as she did so. Dry noodles, the instant snack. Stormy
blue eyes met orchid violet eyes, "He saved my life eight years ago," a
handful of noodles disappeared into her mouth.
Aya managed a look of absolute surprise, and proceeded to break all the
rules he'd made up for himself when he became 'Fujimiya Aya', and for a
few seconds, at least, let Fujimiya Ran be expressive, "_Farfello_
saved your life? He's a psychopath!"
"And I was certifiably insane when we met," another handful
disappeared, "the rescued me from my idiot of a father," she said no
more, preferring to eat in silence while the redheaded member of Weiss
mulled over the thoughts.
"Why would he come after you, now, after eight years, Ranko?"
Ranko shrugged, "I may have been insane once--" Okay, more than once.
Damned cats, "-- that doesn't mean I know how a confirmed sociopath's
mind works. Jei-sama is Jei-sama."
She finally just knocked her head back, and poured the noodles down her
throat. Coughing at bit on the bouillon, she grinned over at Aya, "Mind
if I take my mom's sword back?"
He looked at the katana, still resting on the table, then back at her,
"You gave me your mother's sword... so I could fight someone who saved
your life?"
Ranko smirked, taking the blade and making it vanish into her clothing
again, just as Ken entered the kitchen, "Nabiki is paying you good
money to keep me here. She deserves to loose lots and lots of money."
"Why?"
"Because, Aya," was the cheerful response, "She badmouthed Jei-sama."
"Jei-sama?" Ken gave Ranma an odd look, "do I want to know what you
were talking about?"
"Not likely," the short redhead grinned at him, "Did you find a place
for me to sleep, Ken?"
The brunette blinked at the change of topic, then shrugged, "Yohji
thought we should put you in Omi's room-- but you don't seem to get
along all that well..."
"Tsukiyono is an idiot," the redhead muttered, "and until he can prove
otherwise to me, I won't go near him, or his room."
"...anou... yeah, so them, my room was suggested, but it's kinda a
mess," Ken colored slightly, "So the only other room is Aya's." Yohji's
never came into question for two reasons. First, he was a playboy. And
second, Ranma had shown a hell of a lot of hatred for him.
Aya frowned, then stalked out of the room, calling over his shoulder,
"Fine."
Two pairs of blue eyes followed him out of the room in surprise. Ken
scratched the back of his head, "What was that all about?"
"How would I know?" Ranma gave Ken a sidelong glance, "He's your
friend."
The assassin barely resisted the urge to face fault.
---
Dark. The room was really dark, Ranma noted, fingers locked behind her
head. And the ceiling was boring. Aya had a really boring ceiling, but
that's not unusual.
Ranma couldn't sleep.
/I would have thought you'd have nodded off a long time ago, Bishoujo.
It's past midnight./
"Hello Schuldich," the girl drawled, "and don't call me, 'Bishoujo'."
/I wonder what would happen if Fujimiya woke to hearing you talk to
me.../
The 'girl' made a face commenting, "Aya's asleep, Schuldich. He's been
asleep for over an hour."
/Ah, if you say so,/ neither of them mentioned that it would be easier
if Schuldich "peeked" in on Aya's mind, to find out, /You find anything
out, Bishoujo?/
"Found out Aya's good at ordering me to do chores."
/Anything useful?/
"He's good with a sword? But somehow, I think you already know that,
Mister Telepath."
A mental chuckle, /You are correct, Bishoujo/
"Hey, Schuldich?"
/Yes, Bishoujo?/
"Why am I here? You're a telepath, you could just read their minds..."
/I can't do everything at once. That's what you're for. Besides, you
can get us hard copies of documents./
Ranma nodded thoughtfully, "I guess that makes sense. I still feel
useless."
The equivalent of a mental shrug danced through his mind. /Then figure
this an... evaluation period, Bishoujo. See if you like the way we do
things./
Silence, Ranma stared up at the boring ceiling again, and the
telepath's presence-- excluding a small connection that Ranma could
activated should he want to talk to Schuldich-- left his mind. Blue
eyes stared through the darkness at nothing.
A pair of violet eyes gazed along the same path to nothingness, as they
had since Ranma opened his mouth the first time. So Schuldich had a
telepathic connection with Ranko?
This bore watching.
End
[1] Neither did I. Ended up spending three hours watching TLC's
Egyptian documentaries. There is some really interesting stuff on those
shows.
What couples should be in this? I'll accept anything but inter-Schwartz
or inter-Weiss relationship. (Stuff Like SchuuKen, or OmiNagi is okay,
though) And no Ranma/Shampoo, Ranma/Akane, or Ranma/Ukyou. While I'm a
fan of Ukyou, I just can't seem to fit her into the story.
Oh, and another big question... should Ranma be male or female in the
couples? *smirk*
False Identity
Chapter Six: Conversations
Li Xiang
"Where's Kitty?"
Schuldich didn't bother to shift his attention away form the
television, "With Weiss."
The silver haired assassin blinked his good eye at Schuldich for a few
moments, before bounding over to the other man, "What do you mean, he's
with Weiss? He's supposed to be with me!"
The jade eyed one rolled said eyes before turning to face his friend,
"He's with them to gather information. Balinese "rescued" her from me
this afternoon. I told him to go with Kudou, and I'd contact him
later."
"Oh," the madman nodded. Maybe Kitty could get rid of Weiss for him?
Well, except Abyssian. He needed to figure that man out. Then he could
die. Secure with that thought, Farfello went over the sentence in his
head again. Her?
Schuldich had gone back to his program, but that didn't stop the other
man from poking him, "Her?"
"Jusenkyou," the man responded absently, "Ranma had a gender shifting
curse. He's staying with Weiss in female form." Schuldich noted to
himself that Farfello had left the room, then went back to his show.
He hadn't expected a documentary on Egyptian curses to be so
interesting[1].
---
Ranma made a face, putting the thick, heavy-duty black garbage bag
outside the door. In her mind, she made a note to mention it to one of
the four guys she was now, willingly or not, living with. She didn't
know what they wanted to do with the huge bag of clippings; most people
would throw them out-- but these were florists. Maybe they used them
for compost? She didn't really care, either, she was hungry, she wanted
food, and that was all that mattered.
Aya, she reflected, hadn't seemed very pleased with the fact she was
staying with them. Well, he'd frowned and sent her a "death glare",
before sending her to water the plants. She'd also ended up cleaning up
the leaves and flower petals that had been knocked off the plants by
overbearing fangirls.
While she was no stranger to working-- there had been the stint at the
Nekohanten, and before that a few odd jobs here and there for food
money, while on the road-- it had been the first time she'd worked in a
flower shop.
She knocked over four separate plants-- one of them three times-- and
got yelled at by Aya.
A smile curved her lips as she turned to go back inside. All-in-all,
not that bad of a day.
"Kitty."
She didn't flinch, or jump or start. She'd known he was there almost
from the moment he'd arrived. Smirking grin across her face, she
turned, "Jei-sama."
The Irishman padded out of the night's shadows, single golden eye
staring at her with annoyance. Which was rather set off by the rather
creepy sight of a one-eyed, scared up older man _pouting_ at her.
"You didn't come."
The redhead gave a lazy shrug, "Didn't have much of a choice, Jei-sama.
Kudou wouldn't leave until I wasn't with Schuldich, and Schuldich said
I could help you if I went with the creep..."
The assassin nodded, reaching forwards and clasping her shoulder,
tightly, "Easily rectified," he nodded, again, this time to himself,
grinning at 'his' Kitty, "We'll just go, now."
He tugged Ranma forwards, and she stumbled for a split second before
correcting her balance. His grip loosened for a second, only to tighten
again, his hand having slid down to catch her wrist, and he turned,
pulling her after himself.
The door swung open, then, and annoyed looked Aya standing in the
doorway. He'd been ready to tell "Ranko" that she was taking to long
for just throwing out the garbage, but the words died on his lips.
Violet eyes narrowed at the sight of what was, apparently, Farfello
dragging Ranko away from the store.
"Farfello!"
The silver haired assassin dropped his Kitty's arm, whirling to face
Abyssian. Said redheaded male had already dropped into a fighting
stand-- he didn't bring his katana with him, for rather obvious
reasons.
"Go away, Weiss," Jei snapped, the light of sanity in his eye
vanishing, "I'm collecting my Kitty."
Abyssian's own violet eyes darkened almost to black in the sparse
light, and he growled, "I'm not failing a mission just because you
think she belongs to you!"
"Mission?"
Ranma winced, but said nothing. If Aya won, Nabiki would loose a fair
amount of money. If Jei won, he'd be with the only person he really
trusted. Both were tempting situations to him.
Aya didn't respond-- at least, verbally. He lashed out with a kick,
intending to drive the Irishman away from Ranma. Farfello responded in
kind.
Ranma backed into the shadows, preventing herself from becoming
accidentally involved in the fight. She didn't leave, either, instead
assessing the skills of the combatants with a skilled eye. While Aya
was obviously used to fighting with a weapon, he was doing alright
using basic hand-to-hand skills. His movements were a quite bit more
choppy than what Ranma would consider 'passable'.
Farfello, on the other hand, had pulled one of his knives and was
actively slashing at Aya. The redhead looked like he could use some
help... and the idea of costing Nabiki more money that she usually took
from him was getting more enticing by the second. And she could still
get info for Schuldich, helping Jei-sama in that way.
Besides, she was still hungry, and the Koneko's kitchen was closer.
The martial artist reached up her sleeve, frowning slightly. She might
not have figured out how Muu Tzu hidden weapons technique reduced the
weight of everything he carried, but she had learned how to fold his ki
in such a way as to hide various weapons upon his body. It was due to
the weight problem that he rarely stored anything.
The Saotome Family honor blade came free of the extra dimensional
pocket, held loosely in her fingers. Nodoka had given him the blade
the night after the failed wedding attempt, and even though Ranma
hadn't wanted to take it, he'd never been able to refuse his mother.
He set the katana on the ground, loosening the cloth as he did so.
A light kick sent the sword skidding across the ground, the cloth
pulling away as it caught on the uneven surface. The blade smacked
against Aya's heels, tripping the assassin at the sudden appearance of
an obstruction.
Irritably, he dodged another knife strike, already bleeding from a
dozen wounds, and glanced down at the half wrapped sword. Looking back
up at his opponent, the redhead gave a tight grin, and ducked,
snatching the blade up as he did so. He leapt back a couple paces,
giving the blade a test swing in Farfello's direction.
From there, the "battle" turned. Aya had a farther reach with the
sword, and even though Jei felt no pain, he could feel exhaustion from
both fighting, and blood loss. The silver haired man backed off with a
low growl, before his eyes landed on Ranma.
"Don't worry... I'll get you back, Kitty."
---
"Explain what that was about, now."
Ranma didn't respond, merely turning to the cabinets and rifling
through them in search of the elusive thing known as food. She was
still hungry, dammit! After a few minutes she found a package of
ichiban noodles, and proceeded to crush the noodles into little,
bite-sized pieces. She was feeling rather lazy, and didn't bother to
boil any water to cook them-- besides, she had to be careful of hot
water.
There's a laugh, she mused dryly to herself, being careful of _hot_
water, again.
"Ranko," Aya snapped, throwing the-- once again wrapped-- sword on the
table, he stalked towards her, "Why the hell is Farfello after you?!"
She poured the beef bouillon into the noodle bag, shaking it and
humming slightly as she did so. Dry noodles, the instant snack. Stormy
blue eyes met orchid violet eyes, "He saved my life eight years ago," a
handful of noodles disappeared into her mouth.
Aya managed a look of absolute surprise, and proceeded to break all the
rules he'd made up for himself when he became 'Fujimiya Aya', and for a
few seconds, at least, let Fujimiya Ran be expressive, "_Farfello_
saved your life? He's a psychopath!"
"And I was certifiably insane when we met," another handful
disappeared, "the rescued me from my idiot of a father," she said no
more, preferring to eat in silence while the redheaded member of Weiss
mulled over the thoughts.
"Why would he come after you, now, after eight years, Ranko?"
Ranko shrugged, "I may have been insane once--" Okay, more than once.
Damned cats, "-- that doesn't mean I know how a confirmed sociopath's
mind works. Jei-sama is Jei-sama."
She finally just knocked her head back, and poured the noodles down her
throat. Coughing at bit on the bouillon, she grinned over at Aya, "Mind
if I take my mom's sword back?"
He looked at the katana, still resting on the table, then back at her,
"You gave me your mother's sword... so I could fight someone who saved
your life?"
Ranko smirked, taking the blade and making it vanish into her clothing
again, just as Ken entered the kitchen, "Nabiki is paying you good
money to keep me here. She deserves to loose lots and lots of money."
"Why?"
"Because, Aya," was the cheerful response, "She badmouthed Jei-sama."
"Jei-sama?" Ken gave Ranma an odd look, "do I want to know what you
were talking about?"
"Not likely," the short redhead grinned at him, "Did you find a place
for me to sleep, Ken?"
The brunette blinked at the change of topic, then shrugged, "Yohji
thought we should put you in Omi's room-- but you don't seem to get
along all that well..."
"Tsukiyono is an idiot," the redhead muttered, "and until he can prove
otherwise to me, I won't go near him, or his room."
"...anou... yeah, so them, my room was suggested, but it's kinda a
mess," Ken colored slightly, "So the only other room is Aya's." Yohji's
never came into question for two reasons. First, he was a playboy. And
second, Ranma had shown a hell of a lot of hatred for him.
Aya frowned, then stalked out of the room, calling over his shoulder,
"Fine."
Two pairs of blue eyes followed him out of the room in surprise. Ken
scratched the back of his head, "What was that all about?"
"How would I know?" Ranma gave Ken a sidelong glance, "He's your
friend."
The assassin barely resisted the urge to face fault.
---
Dark. The room was really dark, Ranma noted, fingers locked behind her
head. And the ceiling was boring. Aya had a really boring ceiling, but
that's not unusual.
Ranma couldn't sleep.
/I would have thought you'd have nodded off a long time ago, Bishoujo.
It's past midnight./
"Hello Schuldich," the girl drawled, "and don't call me, 'Bishoujo'."
/I wonder what would happen if Fujimiya woke to hearing you talk to
me.../
The 'girl' made a face commenting, "Aya's asleep, Schuldich. He's been
asleep for over an hour."
/Ah, if you say so,/ neither of them mentioned that it would be easier
if Schuldich "peeked" in on Aya's mind, to find out, /You find anything
out, Bishoujo?/
"Found out Aya's good at ordering me to do chores."
/Anything useful?/
"He's good with a sword? But somehow, I think you already know that,
Mister Telepath."
A mental chuckle, /You are correct, Bishoujo/
"Hey, Schuldich?"
/Yes, Bishoujo?/
"Why am I here? You're a telepath, you could just read their minds..."
/I can't do everything at once. That's what you're for. Besides, you
can get us hard copies of documents./
Ranma nodded thoughtfully, "I guess that makes sense. I still feel
useless."
The equivalent of a mental shrug danced through his mind. /Then figure
this an... evaluation period, Bishoujo. See if you like the way we do
things./
Silence, Ranma stared up at the boring ceiling again, and the
telepath's presence-- excluding a small connection that Ranma could
activated should he want to talk to Schuldich-- left his mind. Blue
eyes stared through the darkness at nothing.
A pair of violet eyes gazed along the same path to nothingness, as they
had since Ranma opened his mouth the first time. So Schuldich had a
telepathic connection with Ranko?
This bore watching.
End
[1] Neither did I. Ended up spending three hours watching TLC's
Egyptian documentaries. There is some really interesting stuff on those
shows.