Eyes on me 2
By Rojan
Standard Disclaimer
I do not own the characters created by Rumiko T.
-Chapter 3 - Boy on a string -Jars of Clay Title
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There is a scene with a bit of domestic violence. I do not advocate domestic violence and it is written for the story and shouldn't be followed. Also this was pre read for any mistakes.
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The area around Ranma was pitch black. Something tugged at his wrists. His hands started to become numb as he stood still. Ranma Struggled against some bonds that held him fast. Something was tied around his wrists, and, ankles. The place was cramped. The air was stale. The air smelled of a light cherry wood. Ranma kicked and punched the walls in desperation. The walls held fast as he continues to pound it. Ranma looked
around the room. No shapes took form in the dark. He slumped against the wall. The desperation filled him like a glass filling with water. The objects held fast. What was that sound Ranma thought as he stared upwards? A low rumbling sound drowned down. The ceiling ripped off as the light pouring downward. Ranma grasped his face letting his eyes adjust to the light. Ranma saw the world lifting upward. He was twisting and turning but to no avail. The tighten bonds held him like a marionette. Staring upward was a distant face? The gentle blue eyes staring at him and a cruel smile.
Ranma was shaking violently. Screams, with whispers of pain laced with fear. Ranma awakens violently out of his dreams. A cold wet towel lay onto his forehead. Water drips down, and across his face. Something warm lay onto his chest and heavy weigh
onto his stomach. A mesh of black hair lay onto him. Nabiki had her arms a crossed his stomach. A light snore filled the quiet room. Her form doesn't move even as Ranma taps her. Ranma puts his arms around her head. Ranma felt something wet on his shirt. He fell into a dreamless slumber. A smile shown up on his lips. The weight of his eyelids leads to another.
Another day started with the sweet smell of various foods. From boiled eggs
, to the sweet smell of peaches. A grumble of stomachs in the house all agrees that it would be a great morning with those objects in them. Mister Tendo sitting at the head of the table. His new newspaper held in front of himself. He is transfixed on the latest news of Nermia. Kimiko was setting the various foods onto the table. The meal brought a smile to everyone. Kasumi had been passing food while creating a pleasant environment. Everyone smiled and talked amongst him or herself. Nabiki picked at her food lightly. Ranma ate slowly. He smiled with each piece. The flavor was bursting with each bite.
Nabiki: So Ranma, what are you doing around here?
Ranma: I wasn't planning to do much.
Nabiki: Do you want to go to see my school?
Ranma: Sure, that would be nice.
Soon: I am so happy for you.
Kimiko: So Nabiki when are you going to go out with mister Saotome here?
Nabiki: We just met mother.
Ranma: ahh. burp ah Nabiki when are we going?
Nabiki: We are waiting for Akane to get out of bed.
A sudden screaming of "I'm going to be late" and a sudden wind rushed throw the air. A half eaten piece of toast fell onto the ground as the door opened. Any lose pieces were also thrown outside the house. "I think we should go", Nabiki said. Ranma agreed and they both left. Nabiki left her hand out for someone. Ranma got the idea and grabbed her hand as well and they felt for her school.
The school was fully alive with people. People were walking to class with friends. People chatting about things in their daily lives. The crowd of girls whispering into each other's ears as the two entered the courtyard. A small circle of boys had been yelling at the center. The boys could be mistaken for a miniature hurricane on the campus. Fists raised in the air chanting one name or another. Half the boys cheered, while the others spat curses. Money was handed to a small boy. He looked sick as if he hadn't eaten in days. Bags under his eyes as he eyed the money with victory. Another boy breaks the circle as he strides confidently towards the boy. A portion is given and both look satisfied as to what happened. The boy turn around to look back at the fallen shape on the ground. The only real noticeable thing was the giant blue ribbon tied around its waist. Black and blue marks covered the fallen shape. Small pools of blood form on the warm concrete. The victor sneered at it and decided that he could do anything. He eyed Nabiki invidiously as he cocked walked over. "Ha, did you see that? Why don't you spend your time? With a real man who can fight", he said boasting. "If you can tell me where he is then I will. Until then you are just a bully", Nabiki spat coldly at the ground he stood on. Ranma only thought are all the guys like this in Nermia? The boy's ego was bruised slightly by the comment. He eyed Ranma with a calculating eye. He thought that this guy looked like a chump in his red silk shirt. Combine that with the high of his latest victory, he didn't think highly of the person. "I could take you and beat you in the ground", he said with cockiness. Ranma only stared coldly at the person. He wanted to make that boys face cave in. Something about him angered him. It wasn't anything he did; it just was a piece of personality that didn't match Ranma's. He wanted to see if the fallen person was in fair condition or not. He decided what to do. In a spit second everything inverted color in an instant and back as Ranma decked him into the ground. The boy stared upward, trying to hold something back. And that something came through his mouth and onto the ground. The ground gained more crimson as it dripped down his cheek. Fury was evident as he jumped up trying to get even. He threw everything he had. He was a bit sloppy Ranma thought. He was all muscle and tried to throw everything he had into single punches. He trips and stumbles into a pile of garbage. He then jumps up wielding a steel pipe. He stops in a huge follow through with the pipe held like a baseball bat. An object was pressing against his Adam's apple. It was the gun blade. Ranma wanted to end this
without anyone getting injured. He kicked the boy back into the garbage and telling him never to fight again. And with that a brick slammed into his forehead and sleep came to him. Ranma rushed over to the fallen victim with the bow.
He turned the person over. He checked for a pulse on the neck. He placed
his head onto the person's rib cage. This guy ha... wait... guys don't have that big
of a chest. The idea slamed into his skull but decided to save her first and then worry about it. The girls face was a little black and blue due to the hits it received. The girl was obviously a very beautiful young girl.
Yipping the crimson that was trailing off of her face. She wasn't breathing.
Sweat dripped down Ranma's face, as he knew what he had to do. He yelled for Nabiki to go get help. Pinching her nose and pulling her mouth open he did mouth to mouth. He pushed forcing the air out and doing it all over again.
A cough came to her lips as she stared outward. She gasped for air as she was set upright. Her breathing returned too normal as she turn to meet the person who saved her. It was a cute guy with sullen black hair and a ponytail. His face was full of concern and asked if she was okay. A silent moment as she broke it saying she was fine.
Ranma: What happened to you.
Girl: He was insulting my ... family. You see my father raised me and sometimes guys call me a tomboy. I can't stand it sometimes.
I was so angry that I slapped him. Crowds of boys were cheering and wanted him beaten up. He struck me several times in the face. The last blow had knocked me out. My name is Ukyou, Ukyou Konji.
Ranma: I hope that bastard goes to jail. Do you need any help?
Ukyou: I think I should go to the nurse. Can you help me?
The girl threw her arm over the boy. Ranma agreed by ducking his own head under her arm. The nurse was out for the moment but Ranma placed the girl down on the bed.
Ranma: Hey we meet yesterday at your restaurant. Uuchan's I believe.
Ukyou: That's right, we did. I just like to say thanks for what you have done
. I guess no one wants a hideously deformed person like me...
Ranma: Don't say that. You are very cute.
Ukyou: No I'm not.
Ranma: Of course you are.
Ukyou: I'm not, I'm not, I'm not - turning her head to the side while
slapping Ranma several times until he goes down.
Ranma: Of course, real cute.
Ukyou: You really think so... - She places this extremely kawaii eyes as she
looks back at Ranma.
Ranma: Yes
Ukyou hugs Ranma close. Ranma asks to leave to meet his friend. She
reluctantly agrees and he leaves. Ukyou lies down with a sigh and smiles
into the air as the nurse comes in.
Chapter 4 - More girl troubles and Kuno lashing preview
-Well no script writings for this chapter. I hope this turns out for the better.
-Suggested by CCMAX, and the reviewer of "No Title 2".
"Well class we have a visitor. His name is Ranma Saotome. He is looking if
he might join this school. So let's give him a welcome", the teacher said.
Ranma stared across the sea of people. The guys were giving him cold stares.
That didn't scare him too much. Most of them didn't looked trained well
enough. The girls however all looked hungry as they stared at him. They all seem a little too nice and all gave him a smile. Not too mention the hoots and hollers he got when he bent down to get his pencil he dropped. One girl in the back passed out as he stood up straight.
Ranma drew in his notebook while semi listening to the teacher about his
lecture. All the material, the master already went over with him. It wasn't
that Ranma didn't like to learn. That was far from it. It was more of the
basics that the teacher went over that bored him. A circle was drawn on
the paper. Out came an angular face outline. The eyes were added as well as
a helmet, style hair. He stopped himself as he threw his head up. The
picture was turning into a beautiful sketch of Nabiki. Her name in the side
and all around the drawing was written. He pocketed the sketch quickly. Not
really wanting to neither throw it away nor let anyone else see what he had done.
Ahh lunchtime was Ranma's favorite time of the day. He could eat and relax.
People poured from the doors like a flood breaking the dam. A large group of people walked past Ranma slowly. Stretching while placing his arms behind his head. As he stares upward he could taste the salty, wooden pencil in his mouth. The sky looked as though it was a stream. It was a deep blue with light ripples of clouds in them.
The cascade of cherry blossoms fluttered in the breeze. Ranma wanted to train a bit with his blade. There was a quiet place in the center of the courtyard. He let his mind slow down. His heart rate slowed down to the pace where he could hear every beat. Heartbeats danced to the rhythm of seconds. Each shape that pasted his eyes left two after images following each other. He slashed at one falling blossom. The blade's image distorted as it passed through its target. The two pieces sway in the air until landing onto the grey floor. To those who were watching Ranma, it appears that he wasn't even looking at the blossoms. It seemed like an effortless attempted to slash at the falling targets.
"Very good Ranma, but how are you at a living target villain", the voice said. Ranma turned around to find the still arrougant kendoist standing cross-armed. His weapon embedded in the cement pieces that was piled all around it.
By Rojan
Standard Disclaimer
I do not own the characters created by Rumiko T.
-Chapter 3 - Boy on a string -Jars of Clay Title
C:/KamisDesktop/Timeline 040234.352.Exe
Continue Story?
Yes, No
Yes.
Loading...
Note
There is a scene with a bit of domestic violence. I do not advocate domestic violence and it is written for the story and shouldn't be followed. Also this was pre read for any mistakes.
---
The area around Ranma was pitch black. Something tugged at his wrists. His hands started to become numb as he stood still. Ranma Struggled against some bonds that held him fast. Something was tied around his wrists, and, ankles. The place was cramped. The air was stale. The air smelled of a light cherry wood. Ranma kicked and punched the walls in desperation. The walls held fast as he continues to pound it. Ranma looked
around the room. No shapes took form in the dark. He slumped against the wall. The desperation filled him like a glass filling with water. The objects held fast. What was that sound Ranma thought as he stared upwards? A low rumbling sound drowned down. The ceiling ripped off as the light pouring downward. Ranma grasped his face letting his eyes adjust to the light. Ranma saw the world lifting upward. He was twisting and turning but to no avail. The tighten bonds held him like a marionette. Staring upward was a distant face? The gentle blue eyes staring at him and a cruel smile.
Ranma was shaking violently. Screams, with whispers of pain laced with fear. Ranma awakens violently out of his dreams. A cold wet towel lay onto his forehead. Water drips down, and across his face. Something warm lay onto his chest and heavy weigh
onto his stomach. A mesh of black hair lay onto him. Nabiki had her arms a crossed his stomach. A light snore filled the quiet room. Her form doesn't move even as Ranma taps her. Ranma puts his arms around her head. Ranma felt something wet on his shirt. He fell into a dreamless slumber. A smile shown up on his lips. The weight of his eyelids leads to another.
Another day started with the sweet smell of various foods. From boiled eggs
, to the sweet smell of peaches. A grumble of stomachs in the house all agrees that it would be a great morning with those objects in them. Mister Tendo sitting at the head of the table. His new newspaper held in front of himself. He is transfixed on the latest news of Nermia. Kimiko was setting the various foods onto the table. The meal brought a smile to everyone. Kasumi had been passing food while creating a pleasant environment. Everyone smiled and talked amongst him or herself. Nabiki picked at her food lightly. Ranma ate slowly. He smiled with each piece. The flavor was bursting with each bite.
Nabiki: So Ranma, what are you doing around here?
Ranma: I wasn't planning to do much.
Nabiki: Do you want to go to see my school?
Ranma: Sure, that would be nice.
Soon: I am so happy for you.
Kimiko: So Nabiki when are you going to go out with mister Saotome here?
Nabiki: We just met mother.
Ranma: ahh. burp ah Nabiki when are we going?
Nabiki: We are waiting for Akane to get out of bed.
A sudden screaming of "I'm going to be late" and a sudden wind rushed throw the air. A half eaten piece of toast fell onto the ground as the door opened. Any lose pieces were also thrown outside the house. "I think we should go", Nabiki said. Ranma agreed and they both left. Nabiki left her hand out for someone. Ranma got the idea and grabbed her hand as well and they felt for her school.
The school was fully alive with people. People were walking to class with friends. People chatting about things in their daily lives. The crowd of girls whispering into each other's ears as the two entered the courtyard. A small circle of boys had been yelling at the center. The boys could be mistaken for a miniature hurricane on the campus. Fists raised in the air chanting one name or another. Half the boys cheered, while the others spat curses. Money was handed to a small boy. He looked sick as if he hadn't eaten in days. Bags under his eyes as he eyed the money with victory. Another boy breaks the circle as he strides confidently towards the boy. A portion is given and both look satisfied as to what happened. The boy turn around to look back at the fallen shape on the ground. The only real noticeable thing was the giant blue ribbon tied around its waist. Black and blue marks covered the fallen shape. Small pools of blood form on the warm concrete. The victor sneered at it and decided that he could do anything. He eyed Nabiki invidiously as he cocked walked over. "Ha, did you see that? Why don't you spend your time? With a real man who can fight", he said boasting. "If you can tell me where he is then I will. Until then you are just a bully", Nabiki spat coldly at the ground he stood on. Ranma only thought are all the guys like this in Nermia? The boy's ego was bruised slightly by the comment. He eyed Ranma with a calculating eye. He thought that this guy looked like a chump in his red silk shirt. Combine that with the high of his latest victory, he didn't think highly of the person. "I could take you and beat you in the ground", he said with cockiness. Ranma only stared coldly at the person. He wanted to make that boys face cave in. Something about him angered him. It wasn't anything he did; it just was a piece of personality that didn't match Ranma's. He wanted to see if the fallen person was in fair condition or not. He decided what to do. In a spit second everything inverted color in an instant and back as Ranma decked him into the ground. The boy stared upward, trying to hold something back. And that something came through his mouth and onto the ground. The ground gained more crimson as it dripped down his cheek. Fury was evident as he jumped up trying to get even. He threw everything he had. He was a bit sloppy Ranma thought. He was all muscle and tried to throw everything he had into single punches. He trips and stumbles into a pile of garbage. He then jumps up wielding a steel pipe. He stops in a huge follow through with the pipe held like a baseball bat. An object was pressing against his Adam's apple. It was the gun blade. Ranma wanted to end this
without anyone getting injured. He kicked the boy back into the garbage and telling him never to fight again. And with that a brick slammed into his forehead and sleep came to him. Ranma rushed over to the fallen victim with the bow.
He turned the person over. He checked for a pulse on the neck. He placed
his head onto the person's rib cage. This guy ha... wait... guys don't have that big
of a chest. The idea slamed into his skull but decided to save her first and then worry about it. The girls face was a little black and blue due to the hits it received. The girl was obviously a very beautiful young girl.
Yipping the crimson that was trailing off of her face. She wasn't breathing.
Sweat dripped down Ranma's face, as he knew what he had to do. He yelled for Nabiki to go get help. Pinching her nose and pulling her mouth open he did mouth to mouth. He pushed forcing the air out and doing it all over again.
A cough came to her lips as she stared outward. She gasped for air as she was set upright. Her breathing returned too normal as she turn to meet the person who saved her. It was a cute guy with sullen black hair and a ponytail. His face was full of concern and asked if she was okay. A silent moment as she broke it saying she was fine.
Ranma: What happened to you.
Girl: He was insulting my ... family. You see my father raised me and sometimes guys call me a tomboy. I can't stand it sometimes.
I was so angry that I slapped him. Crowds of boys were cheering and wanted him beaten up. He struck me several times in the face. The last blow had knocked me out. My name is Ukyou, Ukyou Konji.
Ranma: I hope that bastard goes to jail. Do you need any help?
Ukyou: I think I should go to the nurse. Can you help me?
The girl threw her arm over the boy. Ranma agreed by ducking his own head under her arm. The nurse was out for the moment but Ranma placed the girl down on the bed.
Ranma: Hey we meet yesterday at your restaurant. Uuchan's I believe.
Ukyou: That's right, we did. I just like to say thanks for what you have done
. I guess no one wants a hideously deformed person like me...
Ranma: Don't say that. You are very cute.
Ukyou: No I'm not.
Ranma: Of course you are.
Ukyou: I'm not, I'm not, I'm not - turning her head to the side while
slapping Ranma several times until he goes down.
Ranma: Of course, real cute.
Ukyou: You really think so... - She places this extremely kawaii eyes as she
looks back at Ranma.
Ranma: Yes
Ukyou hugs Ranma close. Ranma asks to leave to meet his friend. She
reluctantly agrees and he leaves. Ukyou lies down with a sigh and smiles
into the air as the nurse comes in.
Chapter 4 - More girl troubles and Kuno lashing preview
-Well no script writings for this chapter. I hope this turns out for the better.
-Suggested by CCMAX, and the reviewer of "No Title 2".
"Well class we have a visitor. His name is Ranma Saotome. He is looking if
he might join this school. So let's give him a welcome", the teacher said.
Ranma stared across the sea of people. The guys were giving him cold stares.
That didn't scare him too much. Most of them didn't looked trained well
enough. The girls however all looked hungry as they stared at him. They all seem a little too nice and all gave him a smile. Not too mention the hoots and hollers he got when he bent down to get his pencil he dropped. One girl in the back passed out as he stood up straight.
Ranma drew in his notebook while semi listening to the teacher about his
lecture. All the material, the master already went over with him. It wasn't
that Ranma didn't like to learn. That was far from it. It was more of the
basics that the teacher went over that bored him. A circle was drawn on
the paper. Out came an angular face outline. The eyes were added as well as
a helmet, style hair. He stopped himself as he threw his head up. The
picture was turning into a beautiful sketch of Nabiki. Her name in the side
and all around the drawing was written. He pocketed the sketch quickly. Not
really wanting to neither throw it away nor let anyone else see what he had done.
Ahh lunchtime was Ranma's favorite time of the day. He could eat and relax.
People poured from the doors like a flood breaking the dam. A large group of people walked past Ranma slowly. Stretching while placing his arms behind his head. As he stares upward he could taste the salty, wooden pencil in his mouth. The sky looked as though it was a stream. It was a deep blue with light ripples of clouds in them.
The cascade of cherry blossoms fluttered in the breeze. Ranma wanted to train a bit with his blade. There was a quiet place in the center of the courtyard. He let his mind slow down. His heart rate slowed down to the pace where he could hear every beat. Heartbeats danced to the rhythm of seconds. Each shape that pasted his eyes left two after images following each other. He slashed at one falling blossom. The blade's image distorted as it passed through its target. The two pieces sway in the air until landing onto the grey floor. To those who were watching Ranma, it appears that he wasn't even looking at the blossoms. It seemed like an effortless attempted to slash at the falling targets.
"Very good Ranma, but how are you at a living target villain", the voice said. Ranma turned around to find the still arrougant kendoist standing cross-armed. His weapon embedded in the cement pieces that was piled all around it.