Bad Day
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I'm not
sayin' I do. Don't sue me 'cuz I'm broke and hungry.
Author's
note: This
was written in answer to my stupid little sister's challenge to write a
Kuno/Shampoo fic (because she's demented). I haven't read much of the series so
I don't know the characters very well and this kind of thing really isn't my
style (so don't kill me because I know it sucks) and I don't read Ranma fanfics
either but part of the challenge was posting it here. I'm getting her back
though; Happy Cricket has to write a fanfic for her least favorite couple
(check back for it soon). Anything in this that is inconsistent with the series
is the fault of her and our older sister because they were supposed to pick up
on the abnormalities. Please flame away as they are used to make S'mores and
shish kabobs (and I'll never get challenged to write another)!!!!
Shampoo
gazed at her reflection in a full-length mirror at the cat café. What's
wrong with Ranma? she thought to herself. I better looking, stronger…
just better than Akane, Ukyo, and Kodachi combined! Why don't he choose
me already?! She ran her fingers through her hip-length purple hair, her
gaze turning to a look of perplexed concentration, studying herself trying to
find any physical fault that could cause Ranma's lack of interest while
mentally making comparison's of her competition. What they got Shampoo
don't? I better looking, stronger, better hair…unless he really love one of
them or, resuming her checklist, bigger breas…breasts? Maybe Ranma no
like big breasts, explains him hanging around Akane. The thought of breasts
brought her to another train of thought. What if Ranma no like breasts at
all, what if Ranma like boy instead…Nah, must be some other reason.
Ukyo
saw Shampoo trough the window and burst through the door. "Shampoo,
Shampoo!" she called as she ran up to the other girl. "Have you
heard?" Her voice was filled with sadness as she spoke. "Ranma honey
and Akane are getting married tomorrow!" With that Ukyo broke into tears
and ran off in the direction of her shop.
Must
like small breasts, Shampoo thought, eyes wide in shock.
~At the Wedding~
Ukyo,
Shampoo, and Kodachi sat huddled together in their seats at the wedding, all
three clothed in black and crying as if at a funeral as Ranma and Akane were
announced Husband and wife. The reception was no different as the three sat
together in the back of the room, glaring at Akane who looked so happy sitting,
talking, laughing, dancing, and holding hands with Ranma. Each of the master
martial artist's former fiancés were fantasizing they were in Akane's place as
wife of Ranma.
"Self
pity no good," Shampoo declared abruptly and got up, leaving the room to
wander aimlessly around the grounds. After a short walk she heard a stifled
sob.
"Oh
Akane, why Ranma?!" pleaded a familiar baritone voice. Edging closer to
the voice the owner came into view.
"Kuno?"
she questioned cautiously. He was alone.
"Shampoo?"
he asked in return, voice hoarse from crying. As if answering an unspoken plea
for comfort Shampoo cautiously strode toward the handsome warrior and rapped
her arms around him. It was a gesture appreciated and returned in kind by Kuno.
For both it was an act out of character but at that moment it felt like the
most right of any movement either had considered.
After
many long soothing minutes Kuno pulled back to look at the woman he held and
surprised himself when he realized he didn't wish he held Akane or his
pigtailed goddess. Shampoo stared back; equally shocked that she didn't wish it
was Ranma who held her.
Kuno
slowly raised a hand from her waist to brush the tears from her face.
"Shampoo," he breathed, mesmerized by a beauty he had never seen in
her before. He tentatively lowered his lips to brush hers, surprised and
delighted when she responded in kind.
I think I'll let your
imagination take it from there.
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~talos
