==Woowoo! Look at me! =) I'm actually trying to publish my very
==first Ranma 1/2 fanfiction story! No doubt this will be
==skipped, but I will say it anyways: excuse any mistakes you
==see, English is not my first language. Suffice to say, Ranma
==1/2 does not belong to me. ;_; Oh rats. The idea is, for the
==most part, mine. I think I have seen something like this somewhere
==though, but for the life of me, I can't remember where. However,
==I did not deliberately copy!
==** signifies thoughts.
Akane grumped and refused to answer anyone's questions as she lived her day out at school. It wasn't that she was in a bad mood, but that she regretted herself for hasty reaction she had pulled with Ranma and that stranger. She kept wondering . . . What if that man didn't know the way to Dr Tofu's? What if he didn't get there on time? Would Ranma be all right? What about the stranger?
Perhaps she did act a little hasty.
She mentally whacked more sense into herself with her equally mental mallet. Why did she have to be so stubborn as to do something that foolish? She should have realized something was wrong when Ranma hit her. She absently tugged at a lock of hair, ignoring the teacher's droning lecture upon square roots and variables and all that other nonsense.
As soon as the bell rang, she shot through school and ran through the yard, guilt riding at her conscience. I'm sorry, Ranma, she thought sadly to herself. She did not know where she going to be able to find them or where she should head. With a heavy heart, she decided to head home and hope he would be there.
As she was walking down the street, she spied a familiar figure walking on top of the chain link fence. He had one hand casually behind his head while the other held a blueberry ice-cream cone. The wind blew at his springy black hair and tugged at his red Chinese shirt. Akane brightened up immediately to see that there was nothing wrong, and then her mood turned black.
How dare that jerk act as if nothing bad has happened this morning while I sat all through school, worried sick about him! She ran up to him and threw her book bag with unerring accuracy at his head.
"Huh?" Ranma turned around in time to see the book bag flying at his face, and effortlessly dodged it. He jumped off the fence while still licking his ice cream and landed in front of Akane with the hand that had been held behind his head tucking itself into a pocket.
That was when Akane realized that this person was not Ranma.
Ranma did not have gray in his hair, nor did he have a long fresh scar running up the side of his arm, and Ranma most certainly did not have three gold earring hoops in his left ear; however, Akane could not deny that both he and Ranma bore a very strong resemblance. The stranger leaned close as Akane scrutinized his face. He frowned as he looked at her, and a strange emotion flared into his deep blue eyes. Akane felt herself drowning in them for a moment and then snapped out of it as the stranger offered her book bag out to her. Wondering how he managed to get it after he had ducked it when she threw it at him, she accepted it.
"I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, "I mistook you for someone else." She smiled to prove she was sincere, but the stranger did not return the smile. He simply hmmed and turned his back to her. Akane felt her anger flair up at the callousness of Ranma for not accepting a perfectly acceptable apology. She calmed herself down by reminding herself that this wasn't Ranma . . . no, it just felt like the jerk and maybe even looked and acted like him, but it wasn't Ranma. She sighed and bowed her head. "I truly am sorry," she said.
The stranger laughed then. Akane gave him an odd glance, hoping he was only passing through Nerima, there were already enough weirdoes in the area without him adding to them . . . The stranger stopped and took a bite out of his ice cream. He cast an amused look over his shoulder at Akane. "If you knew who I was and if you were doing it because of who I think you mistook me for, then no, you wouldn't be sorry." He smirked as Akane's face grew red with anger and he turned his back to her again.
He took several steps down the street before stopping and once more looking over his shoulder at her. His eyes swept up and down her figure, and then he smiled almost gently. "You're still an uncute violent tomboy with no sense of self-discipline," he said fondly.
He laughed and dodged the book bag Akane angrily threw at him.
He heard a footfall beside him and when he looked up, he was not surprised to see who it was. "How did it go?" his father asked him. The young man leaned back from where he had been hunched over on the park bench and shrugged as less as possible while still being able to convey his feelings. He could feel his wound pulling at his skin beneath his shirt. "That bad, huh?" His father sat down beside him, the sunlight glinting off the triple-hoop earring set in his ear. He crossed one leg over the other and looked at the yellow daffodils his son had been staring at. After a moment, he began to lick blueberry ice cream from his fingers. "Have you ever noticed how these odd things in our life only happens when we eat blueberry ice-cream? Something is almost incredibly odd about that."
The young man gave a short laugh. "Yeah, maybe you should switch back to strawberry cheesecake."
They sat in silence for a while, and then "Did you use that ointment I made? It numbs the wounds so they don't hurt nearly as much."
"I know. I didn't use it though."
"And why not?"
"I threw it at someone."
His father shook a disproving finger. "S'no reason to waste it like that."
"I threw it at Akane because she was going to kick y-the other Ranma."
"Oh. I was wondering why she attacked me earlier today."
'Humph. I could expect nothing else from that psycho bitch."
"Hey hey! No need to confuse her with Kodachi."
"Pheh."
"Besides, what happened back there and why are we here? I mean, how did you get here with that Orca you were fighting and why did I wind up in a different place with my ice-cream?"
"I don't ask questions I don't want answers to."
"Okay then, I will ask them."
The young man watched as his father pulled a cigarette out of a pocket and lit it. The sweet scent of herbs drifted over him. "I wish you wouldn't smoke those next to me."
"You're in no position to make complaints, which I know you're going to launch into next. All this running has made my lungs ache and I want to clear them out before I start a coughing fit." The young man leaned his head back and sighed, conspicuously covering his nose. His father continued on as he ignored the gesture. "For the life of me, I can't think of what happened. Normally, this would appear as a chance to start anew, but heck . . . I'm still old, you're still here, and so is everyone else."
"Has it ever occurred to you that fighting as we do with the Orcas that the dimensional barriers grew strained, and somehow or another, we tore a barrier and came through a different dimension?"
"We could have also time-traveled, but I think you may be right on that different dimensions thingy too. Otherwise, since the way we seemed to have screwed up-"
"WE, old man?"
"I'm going to ignore what you said right now because I hate to hit someone who's just been hurt."
"Oh so kind with your consideration, Pop."
"I try to be. Anyways, if we changed the timelines, both of us would never come to exist because it would screw up our future. So, we can effectively say that we are in another dimension, yes. But this is good, because I can now do all those I wanted to back when I was seventeen!"
"You mean you don't already?"
"Hey! It's one thing to act seventeen back in China, but it's another to act seventeen back here." He stood up, finishing the cigarette. He tossed it in the nearby trashcan. "Come on Chiba, I got some of that ointment with me, and I can find a hotel room and apply it to your wounds." He watched as his son slowly stood to his feet. His gaze narrowed. "And as soon as you're all better, I'm going to whack you for losing a perfectly good bottle of that stuff. Here, lean on me."
The young man did so, placing an arm around his shorter father's shoulders and allowing the arm around his waist to support his weight. He smiled gently. "Sure you are," he said almost lovingly. His father's wide blue eyes turned on him.
"You mean you doubt me?" he asked.
"Pop, let's just say, I love you."
"Oh. Well, I guess I can't hit you, now can I?" he asked with a grin.
Shampoo hurried through the park, once more ignoring any squirrels that fell victim to her tire treads. She skidded to a halt before the place where she was sure she had seen that person. Her heart grew unexplainably heavy. She shot a quick glance over the bench and stiffened slightly when she saw a smear of dark blood across the back of it. She hopped off her bike and walked over to touch it.
"Shampoo sorry," she said without knowing why.
"Ouch! Not so hard!"
"Oh don't crab on me, I'm the woman here."
"Ouch!"
"Stop complaining before I hit you with the comb!"
"I didn't ask you to brush my hair, Pop!"
"You're not lifting that arm until you are better! I can't believe that monster ripped a rib out!"
"Ouch! Don't pull at my hair!"
"Don't be such a baby, Chiba!" There was a pounding on the door. "What is it?"
A voice came from the other side of the door. "Will you be quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Ah, so sorry!"
"I told you not to get such a cheap hotel room, Pop."
"What else am I supposed to do? Show up at the Tendo Dojo and say, 'Hey! Remember me? I'm your son, Ranma. Now, I know you already have Ranma, but I'm a different Ranma, though I'm still your son, and I kind of need a place to stay because I don't have a whole lot of money. Oh yeah, and this is my son, Chiba,'?" The young man looked thoughtful at the words. His father stopped and thought about what he just said. "Oh the other hand," he continued on, "it might be worth the trouble just by seeing the looks on their face."
"Say Pop?"
"Hm?"
"Will we run into Mom here?" A thoughtful look overcame his father's face as he gently ran the comb through Chiba's hair. He leaned back, the springs in the mattress they were sitting on creaked in the silence. He looked thoughtful again, the earlier playfulness gone from his features.
"I have no doubt we will," he said wistfully. He smiled and playfully poked Chiba in the uninjured shoulder. "When we do, would you mind if I give her a big kiss on the lips? When you were younger, you used to make to most delightful face when we did."
"Hey! I was a kid back then! It was natural that I wasn't going to like mushy stuff!"
"Yeah yeah, excuses don't become you, boy."
"Pop!"
Akane stopped by at Doctor Tofu's to ease her bitter curiosity to see if Ranma had stopped by. Her heart leapt with relief and joy when she learned he had been brought by, he was patched up, and had felt good enough to get home on his own. She thanked him and skipped out of the office, glad to know that she hadn't done a great amount of damage. She reached the dojo in relatively good time. Akane entered the house in time to duck Happossai as Ranma dropkicked him through the air.
"I'm injured and I don't need you to make me feel worse!" he yelled at him. He turned back to his cushion and sulked. "Sheesh! Never fails! When I can't fight, every enemy in the world pops up and try to get revenge on me for some rotten grudge."
"Ranma!" Akane dropped her book bag and kicked her shoes off. Ranma looked up from where he was sitting. She stopped before him, hid her hands behind her back sheepishly, and gave him a grateful smile. "I'm glad you're okay," she said.
"Oh. Thanks Akane." Ranma returned her smile just as Soun and Genma popped up.
"It's finally happening!" Soun cried with tears pouring from his eyes. Genma nodded with tears in his own eyes. "Our children are getting along, and it won't be long before they finally get married!"
"Er, grow up old man!" Ranma said. He glared at Akane. "That reminds me, what the heck were you thinking when you hit me like that?"
Akane's own temper flared. She had been trying to be nice and he had to go and spoil the moment! "Well, you were the one who punched me!"
Ranma stood up, his hand unconsciously flying to cover the bandage around his ribs beneath his shirt. "I didn't punch you! I never hit a girl!"
"Well, you did this time!"
"I couldn't have!"
Akane stopped fighting, remember the young man from earlier who had thrown the plastic bottle at her. His words echoed in her mind. *I had half a mind to let the demon that possessed him to kill you. I decided against it. You make me regret the decision.* A blush lit up her face. "I'm sorry," she said softly, feeling guilty once more. She turned and ran from the room. Ranma blinked behind her before sitting back down on his cushion again.
"What's her problem?" he asked himself.
Akane opened her bedroom door and slammed it behind her. She sat down on her bed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She sighed. *What did that person mean by that demon possessing Ranma?* She closed her eyes and grimaced at her own stupidity. "I'm such an idiot. I really shouldn't have reacted the way I did with him. Maybe he would have explained what he meant by that." She closed her eyes and tried to think back to those few moments when Ranma didn't seem to be, well, Ranma at all.
*Let me see . . . I was coming around the corner because Ranma wasn't there and I kind of figured that it was up to me to see what sort of trouble he got into, so I went back, and he was facing that person earlier. I called out to him, and then he turned and looked at me, but I was mad at him so I threw my bag at him. He dodged it and then he looked at me with this pale eyes . . . Pale, blank, white eyes . . . Uhoh.*
Akane jumped off her bed and ran out of her room, leaving her bedroom door open. "Ranma!" she yelled, running down the stairs to where she had seen him sitting on the cushion. He had not moved from the spot as she entered the room. She fell silent as he turned his bored gaze upon her. "Ranma," she began slowly, "what was it like when you had been possessed?"
This caught the attention of everyone in the room, which consisted of Soun and Genma.
"Possessed?" Ranma echoed. Akane nodded her head as she sat down beside him.
"That young man who helped you, he said you had been possessed by a demon. That was why you hit me, even though you didn't do it. I'm sorry for getting upset," she nervously rubbed her arm as Ranma's eyes drilled into her, "I didn't mean it, really. I was . . . well, I sort of lost my temper and I know I shouldn't have. But that person who was there, that young man with the sword, he said you had been possessed."
Ranma closed his eyes in the remembered pain of reliving those days when he had been "learning" the Nekoken. He cast a belligerent glare at his father, who cringed slightly under the heated anger. "It wasn't pleasant," he said softly and left it at that.
==first Ranma 1/2 fanfiction story! No doubt this will be
==skipped, but I will say it anyways: excuse any mistakes you
==see, English is not my first language. Suffice to say, Ranma
==1/2 does not belong to me. ;_; Oh rats. The idea is, for the
==most part, mine. I think I have seen something like this somewhere
==though, but for the life of me, I can't remember where. However,
==I did not deliberately copy!
==** signifies thoughts.
Akane grumped and refused to answer anyone's questions as she lived her day out at school. It wasn't that she was in a bad mood, but that she regretted herself for hasty reaction she had pulled with Ranma and that stranger. She kept wondering . . . What if that man didn't know the way to Dr Tofu's? What if he didn't get there on time? Would Ranma be all right? What about the stranger?
Perhaps she did act a little hasty.
She mentally whacked more sense into herself with her equally mental mallet. Why did she have to be so stubborn as to do something that foolish? She should have realized something was wrong when Ranma hit her. She absently tugged at a lock of hair, ignoring the teacher's droning lecture upon square roots and variables and all that other nonsense.
As soon as the bell rang, she shot through school and ran through the yard, guilt riding at her conscience. I'm sorry, Ranma, she thought sadly to herself. She did not know where she going to be able to find them or where she should head. With a heavy heart, she decided to head home and hope he would be there.
As she was walking down the street, she spied a familiar figure walking on top of the chain link fence. He had one hand casually behind his head while the other held a blueberry ice-cream cone. The wind blew at his springy black hair and tugged at his red Chinese shirt. Akane brightened up immediately to see that there was nothing wrong, and then her mood turned black.
How dare that jerk act as if nothing bad has happened this morning while I sat all through school, worried sick about him! She ran up to him and threw her book bag with unerring accuracy at his head.
"Huh?" Ranma turned around in time to see the book bag flying at his face, and effortlessly dodged it. He jumped off the fence while still licking his ice cream and landed in front of Akane with the hand that had been held behind his head tucking itself into a pocket.
That was when Akane realized that this person was not Ranma.
Ranma did not have gray in his hair, nor did he have a long fresh scar running up the side of his arm, and Ranma most certainly did not have three gold earring hoops in his left ear; however, Akane could not deny that both he and Ranma bore a very strong resemblance. The stranger leaned close as Akane scrutinized his face. He frowned as he looked at her, and a strange emotion flared into his deep blue eyes. Akane felt herself drowning in them for a moment and then snapped out of it as the stranger offered her book bag out to her. Wondering how he managed to get it after he had ducked it when she threw it at him, she accepted it.
"I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, "I mistook you for someone else." She smiled to prove she was sincere, but the stranger did not return the smile. He simply hmmed and turned his back to her. Akane felt her anger flair up at the callousness of Ranma for not accepting a perfectly acceptable apology. She calmed herself down by reminding herself that this wasn't Ranma . . . no, it just felt like the jerk and maybe even looked and acted like him, but it wasn't Ranma. She sighed and bowed her head. "I truly am sorry," she said.
The stranger laughed then. Akane gave him an odd glance, hoping he was only passing through Nerima, there were already enough weirdoes in the area without him adding to them . . . The stranger stopped and took a bite out of his ice cream. He cast an amused look over his shoulder at Akane. "If you knew who I was and if you were doing it because of who I think you mistook me for, then no, you wouldn't be sorry." He smirked as Akane's face grew red with anger and he turned his back to her again.
He took several steps down the street before stopping and once more looking over his shoulder at her. His eyes swept up and down her figure, and then he smiled almost gently. "You're still an uncute violent tomboy with no sense of self-discipline," he said fondly.
He laughed and dodged the book bag Akane angrily threw at him.
He heard a footfall beside him and when he looked up, he was not surprised to see who it was. "How did it go?" his father asked him. The young man leaned back from where he had been hunched over on the park bench and shrugged as less as possible while still being able to convey his feelings. He could feel his wound pulling at his skin beneath his shirt. "That bad, huh?" His father sat down beside him, the sunlight glinting off the triple-hoop earring set in his ear. He crossed one leg over the other and looked at the yellow daffodils his son had been staring at. After a moment, he began to lick blueberry ice cream from his fingers. "Have you ever noticed how these odd things in our life only happens when we eat blueberry ice-cream? Something is almost incredibly odd about that."
The young man gave a short laugh. "Yeah, maybe you should switch back to strawberry cheesecake."
They sat in silence for a while, and then "Did you use that ointment I made? It numbs the wounds so they don't hurt nearly as much."
"I know. I didn't use it though."
"And why not?"
"I threw it at someone."
His father shook a disproving finger. "S'no reason to waste it like that."
"I threw it at Akane because she was going to kick y-the other Ranma."
"Oh. I was wondering why she attacked me earlier today."
'Humph. I could expect nothing else from that psycho bitch."
"Hey hey! No need to confuse her with Kodachi."
"Pheh."
"Besides, what happened back there and why are we here? I mean, how did you get here with that Orca you were fighting and why did I wind up in a different place with my ice-cream?"
"I don't ask questions I don't want answers to."
"Okay then, I will ask them."
The young man watched as his father pulled a cigarette out of a pocket and lit it. The sweet scent of herbs drifted over him. "I wish you wouldn't smoke those next to me."
"You're in no position to make complaints, which I know you're going to launch into next. All this running has made my lungs ache and I want to clear them out before I start a coughing fit." The young man leaned his head back and sighed, conspicuously covering his nose. His father continued on as he ignored the gesture. "For the life of me, I can't think of what happened. Normally, this would appear as a chance to start anew, but heck . . . I'm still old, you're still here, and so is everyone else."
"Has it ever occurred to you that fighting as we do with the Orcas that the dimensional barriers grew strained, and somehow or another, we tore a barrier and came through a different dimension?"
"We could have also time-traveled, but I think you may be right on that different dimensions thingy too. Otherwise, since the way we seemed to have screwed up-"
"WE, old man?"
"I'm going to ignore what you said right now because I hate to hit someone who's just been hurt."
"Oh so kind with your consideration, Pop."
"I try to be. Anyways, if we changed the timelines, both of us would never come to exist because it would screw up our future. So, we can effectively say that we are in another dimension, yes. But this is good, because I can now do all those I wanted to back when I was seventeen!"
"You mean you don't already?"
"Hey! It's one thing to act seventeen back in China, but it's another to act seventeen back here." He stood up, finishing the cigarette. He tossed it in the nearby trashcan. "Come on Chiba, I got some of that ointment with me, and I can find a hotel room and apply it to your wounds." He watched as his son slowly stood to his feet. His gaze narrowed. "And as soon as you're all better, I'm going to whack you for losing a perfectly good bottle of that stuff. Here, lean on me."
The young man did so, placing an arm around his shorter father's shoulders and allowing the arm around his waist to support his weight. He smiled gently. "Sure you are," he said almost lovingly. His father's wide blue eyes turned on him.
"You mean you doubt me?" he asked.
"Pop, let's just say, I love you."
"Oh. Well, I guess I can't hit you, now can I?" he asked with a grin.
Shampoo hurried through the park, once more ignoring any squirrels that fell victim to her tire treads. She skidded to a halt before the place where she was sure she had seen that person. Her heart grew unexplainably heavy. She shot a quick glance over the bench and stiffened slightly when she saw a smear of dark blood across the back of it. She hopped off her bike and walked over to touch it.
"Shampoo sorry," she said without knowing why.
"Ouch! Not so hard!"
"Oh don't crab on me, I'm the woman here."
"Ouch!"
"Stop complaining before I hit you with the comb!"
"I didn't ask you to brush my hair, Pop!"
"You're not lifting that arm until you are better! I can't believe that monster ripped a rib out!"
"Ouch! Don't pull at my hair!"
"Don't be such a baby, Chiba!" There was a pounding on the door. "What is it?"
A voice came from the other side of the door. "Will you be quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Ah, so sorry!"
"I told you not to get such a cheap hotel room, Pop."
"What else am I supposed to do? Show up at the Tendo Dojo and say, 'Hey! Remember me? I'm your son, Ranma. Now, I know you already have Ranma, but I'm a different Ranma, though I'm still your son, and I kind of need a place to stay because I don't have a whole lot of money. Oh yeah, and this is my son, Chiba,'?" The young man looked thoughtful at the words. His father stopped and thought about what he just said. "Oh the other hand," he continued on, "it might be worth the trouble just by seeing the looks on their face."
"Say Pop?"
"Hm?"
"Will we run into Mom here?" A thoughtful look overcame his father's face as he gently ran the comb through Chiba's hair. He leaned back, the springs in the mattress they were sitting on creaked in the silence. He looked thoughtful again, the earlier playfulness gone from his features.
"I have no doubt we will," he said wistfully. He smiled and playfully poked Chiba in the uninjured shoulder. "When we do, would you mind if I give her a big kiss on the lips? When you were younger, you used to make to most delightful face when we did."
"Hey! I was a kid back then! It was natural that I wasn't going to like mushy stuff!"
"Yeah yeah, excuses don't become you, boy."
"Pop!"
Akane stopped by at Doctor Tofu's to ease her bitter curiosity to see if Ranma had stopped by. Her heart leapt with relief and joy when she learned he had been brought by, he was patched up, and had felt good enough to get home on his own. She thanked him and skipped out of the office, glad to know that she hadn't done a great amount of damage. She reached the dojo in relatively good time. Akane entered the house in time to duck Happossai as Ranma dropkicked him through the air.
"I'm injured and I don't need you to make me feel worse!" he yelled at him. He turned back to his cushion and sulked. "Sheesh! Never fails! When I can't fight, every enemy in the world pops up and try to get revenge on me for some rotten grudge."
"Ranma!" Akane dropped her book bag and kicked her shoes off. Ranma looked up from where he was sitting. She stopped before him, hid her hands behind her back sheepishly, and gave him a grateful smile. "I'm glad you're okay," she said.
"Oh. Thanks Akane." Ranma returned her smile just as Soun and Genma popped up.
"It's finally happening!" Soun cried with tears pouring from his eyes. Genma nodded with tears in his own eyes. "Our children are getting along, and it won't be long before they finally get married!"
"Er, grow up old man!" Ranma said. He glared at Akane. "That reminds me, what the heck were you thinking when you hit me like that?"
Akane's own temper flared. She had been trying to be nice and he had to go and spoil the moment! "Well, you were the one who punched me!"
Ranma stood up, his hand unconsciously flying to cover the bandage around his ribs beneath his shirt. "I didn't punch you! I never hit a girl!"
"Well, you did this time!"
"I couldn't have!"
Akane stopped fighting, remember the young man from earlier who had thrown the plastic bottle at her. His words echoed in her mind. *I had half a mind to let the demon that possessed him to kill you. I decided against it. You make me regret the decision.* A blush lit up her face. "I'm sorry," she said softly, feeling guilty once more. She turned and ran from the room. Ranma blinked behind her before sitting back down on his cushion again.
"What's her problem?" he asked himself.
Akane opened her bedroom door and slammed it behind her. She sat down on her bed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She sighed. *What did that person mean by that demon possessing Ranma?* She closed her eyes and grimaced at her own stupidity. "I'm such an idiot. I really shouldn't have reacted the way I did with him. Maybe he would have explained what he meant by that." She closed her eyes and tried to think back to those few moments when Ranma didn't seem to be, well, Ranma at all.
*Let me see . . . I was coming around the corner because Ranma wasn't there and I kind of figured that it was up to me to see what sort of trouble he got into, so I went back, and he was facing that person earlier. I called out to him, and then he turned and looked at me, but I was mad at him so I threw my bag at him. He dodged it and then he looked at me with this pale eyes . . . Pale, blank, white eyes . . . Uhoh.*
Akane jumped off her bed and ran out of her room, leaving her bedroom door open. "Ranma!" she yelled, running down the stairs to where she had seen him sitting on the cushion. He had not moved from the spot as she entered the room. She fell silent as he turned his bored gaze upon her. "Ranma," she began slowly, "what was it like when you had been possessed?"
This caught the attention of everyone in the room, which consisted of Soun and Genma.
"Possessed?" Ranma echoed. Akane nodded her head as she sat down beside him.
"That young man who helped you, he said you had been possessed by a demon. That was why you hit me, even though you didn't do it. I'm sorry for getting upset," she nervously rubbed her arm as Ranma's eyes drilled into her, "I didn't mean it, really. I was . . . well, I sort of lost my temper and I know I shouldn't have. But that person who was there, that young man with the sword, he said you had been possessed."
Ranma closed his eyes in the remembered pain of reliving those days when he had been "learning" the Nekoken. He cast a belligerent glare at his father, who cringed slightly under the heated anger. "It wasn't pleasant," he said softly and left it at that.