(Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Ranma ½, etc. etc. All
characters are copyright of their respective owners)
Author's Note: I do NOT use any Japanese to speak of, as mishmashing English and Japanese together creates a horrifying mess to the reader, who has to decipher the story. The only exception is -chan and -kun when dealing with Ranma's curse.
Also, when I am not in control (You'll understand later), I speak of myself as the body I am in.
"" for speech
'' for my thoughts
[] for thought communication
Transplantation (A strange tale in)
Chapter 1
I awoke but did not open my eyes. Apparently, I was in a bed. Probably sleepwalked.but still in a bed. I shifted a bit and noticed my center of weight had moved. Something was definitely wrong here.I then noticed the blanket putting pressure on 2 things that were not supposed to be there.
I opened my eyes and looked at myself, who at the time I was not. I quickly got up and stared at a mirror on a strangely familiar desk in a strangely familiar room. A different face stared back at me. The connection suddenly clicked.
"Oh crap. I'm Akane."
Just then, I 'heard' a yawn. Well, no, not heard. Thought was more like it. I then thought a voice(no, that isn't right either) in my head.
[Why am I standing up?]
I didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, my hand twitched.
[I..I've lost control of my body! HELP!]
[Uh, hi?]
[WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BODY?]
[How should I know?]
[BAKA!] My hand attempted to hit myself on the head, but stopped within an inch of it.
[Look.calm down.]
[HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN MY BODY HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER?]
[Here, I'll give you control.] I didn't have the faintest idea how, but I noticed a pocket computer on the desk. I turned it on.
dir
HELP.txt
read HELP.txt
To Fabrice Heng,
You have been given a test to judge whether you are viable for a wish. To give control back to the person you are inhabiting, just think about it and it will happen. This is highly recommended, as you do not know how to act out people's lives on a day-to-day basis other than your own. I will be back in a year to judge you.
-Fulaga, servant of Kami
I froze. Kami? I then shook my head and shut off the computer. After putting it back down, I concentrated on giving control back to Akane. Suddenly, I felt myself getting up and saying, "What the hell is going on?"
[Didn't you read that letter?]
"Well, yes, but.."
[You're better off than me, at least. And think, don't talk.]
[Like this?]
[Yes. And like I was saying, I don't have the faintest clue what the hell to do, so be happy that you aren't me.]
[Well.what do you think you need to do?]
[I dunno, be good, spread good cheer.] Suddenly, another fact clicked. Ranma ½ had a tangled mess of characters and interactions and the characters were unhappy. If I were to make them happy, I would be judged a good person, which I already was.
[I'm supposed to make you all happy.]
[Yeah? How?]
[For one thing, your bickering with Ranma.]
[Ranma's a egotistical idiot pervert!]
[You know everything besides egotistical is a lie. He cares for you.]
[Yeah? How?]
[Consider the incident with Saffron, the times he fought for you, all the times he never attacked you even when you attacked him.]
[.]
[See? Now get on with your life. I'll be here if you need conversation.]
[I don't believe you with your purpose, but okay.]
Akane then went through her morning routine and went down to breakfast. She forced herself into washing up with only one hand, as she obviously didn't trust me. Bleagh. Through all the fanfiction and manga I had read, this was a pretty typical morning, so I settled back. I then suddenly realized that:
A)A typical morning includes:
Ranma insulting Akane and
Akane malleting and/or punting Ranma into the stratosphere
Or possibly:
Ranma would force Akane to eat her own cooking if she was cooking that day
B)Letting this chain of events happen would not look good on my record.
I decided to tell her bluntly. [Akane?]
[Hm?]
[Your cooking is crap.]
[Why.YOU!] I could tell that she was fuming, but would not hit herself for obvious reasons.
[You may have kept it from yourself, but your cooking IS THE AMBROSIA FROM HELL.]
[Dammit, I did not wake up to have a voice in my head just to be insulted!]
[You're hiding it! Do you admit, your cooking is bad?]
[No!]
[Ah crap. Fine. Keep eating it in 20 years and you'll push both of us into the grave early.]
Akane was far past the melting point by now, but I held a certain rein by being IN her. Of course, she was in denial, but it didn't matter. It wasn't my fault that she didn't want to admit her faults, so that wouldn't go on my record.
I then heard another voice that appeared to be heard by me alone.
[FABRICE?]
[Ah, hello?]
[YES. MY NAME IS KAMI.]
[Oh, so you're the sh.. I mean per.I mean god that brought me here.]
[I can tell that you are frustrated. Just persevere and you will attain your goal.]
[How?]
[You inhabit and can control the body you're in, right? Make use of it!]
And with that I heard no more from him. I did take the point though.
[Note to self, make use of powers.]
[Hm?]
[Nothing.]
Akane then settled down to eat breakfast. I (through her eyes) watched the normal fight between Genma and Ranma with interest, though Akane was bemused. She then started to wolf down her food and I got a taste of what Kasumi's cooking was like. It was pure joy, eating her cooking. I then shuddered at what Akane's cooking would taste like.
"Akane?"
Akane looked up. "What is it, Kasumi?"
"You just flinched."
"Oh, it's nothing, sis. Don't worry."
[Why the hell did you shudder?]
[Hey, it's not like it was my choice!]
[What do you mean, no choice? BAKA!]
I sighed inwardly, and retreated to bask in the glory of mentally replaying some Daguskei no Ranma (I think I spelled it right, sorry to Jeff, John, Paul, and David if I didn't) fanfics in my head. I then snapped to action. My cue was up.
".sexless tomboy like you!"
"RANMA NO BAKA!" Akane reached behind her to pull out her mallet, and Ranma quickly attempted to run. Normally, Akane would catch up in her fury, but I subtly slowed her down. When she did catch up:
"Getting slow, aren't we?"
"Why.you!"
Akane malleted Ranma. Though there was no way I could have diverted her anger, I siphoned pieces of it off, weakening her blow.
[Oy. This is going to be a looong day.]
Well, whatdja think? R&R, and I'm posting the future teaser for this series right here.
3 chapters per character I inhabit, character number unknown.
Definitely a Ranma-Akane matchup, with other characters falling in place. This is a diverging series, so bleah to you.
And yes, I know, this is going to be the plot of *SEVERAL* revengefics, I know it.
Author's Note: I do NOT use any Japanese to speak of, as mishmashing English and Japanese together creates a horrifying mess to the reader, who has to decipher the story. The only exception is -chan and -kun when dealing with Ranma's curse.
Also, when I am not in control (You'll understand later), I speak of myself as the body I am in.
"" for speech
'' for my thoughts
[] for thought communication
Transplantation (A strange tale in)
Chapter 1
I awoke but did not open my eyes. Apparently, I was in a bed. Probably sleepwalked.but still in a bed. I shifted a bit and noticed my center of weight had moved. Something was definitely wrong here.I then noticed the blanket putting pressure on 2 things that were not supposed to be there.
I opened my eyes and looked at myself, who at the time I was not. I quickly got up and stared at a mirror on a strangely familiar desk in a strangely familiar room. A different face stared back at me. The connection suddenly clicked.
"Oh crap. I'm Akane."
Just then, I 'heard' a yawn. Well, no, not heard. Thought was more like it. I then thought a voice(no, that isn't right either) in my head.
[Why am I standing up?]
I didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, my hand twitched.
[I..I've lost control of my body! HELP!]
[Uh, hi?]
[WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BODY?]
[How should I know?]
[BAKA!] My hand attempted to hit myself on the head, but stopped within an inch of it.
[Look.calm down.]
[HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN MY BODY HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER?]
[Here, I'll give you control.] I didn't have the faintest idea how, but I noticed a pocket computer on the desk. I turned it on.
dir
HELP.txt
read HELP.txt
To Fabrice Heng,
You have been given a test to judge whether you are viable for a wish. To give control back to the person you are inhabiting, just think about it and it will happen. This is highly recommended, as you do not know how to act out people's lives on a day-to-day basis other than your own. I will be back in a year to judge you.
-Fulaga, servant of Kami
I froze. Kami? I then shook my head and shut off the computer. After putting it back down, I concentrated on giving control back to Akane. Suddenly, I felt myself getting up and saying, "What the hell is going on?"
[Didn't you read that letter?]
"Well, yes, but.."
[You're better off than me, at least. And think, don't talk.]
[Like this?]
[Yes. And like I was saying, I don't have the faintest clue what the hell to do, so be happy that you aren't me.]
[Well.what do you think you need to do?]
[I dunno, be good, spread good cheer.] Suddenly, another fact clicked. Ranma ½ had a tangled mess of characters and interactions and the characters were unhappy. If I were to make them happy, I would be judged a good person, which I already was.
[I'm supposed to make you all happy.]
[Yeah? How?]
[For one thing, your bickering with Ranma.]
[Ranma's a egotistical idiot pervert!]
[You know everything besides egotistical is a lie. He cares for you.]
[Yeah? How?]
[Consider the incident with Saffron, the times he fought for you, all the times he never attacked you even when you attacked him.]
[.]
[See? Now get on with your life. I'll be here if you need conversation.]
[I don't believe you with your purpose, but okay.]
Akane then went through her morning routine and went down to breakfast. She forced herself into washing up with only one hand, as she obviously didn't trust me. Bleagh. Through all the fanfiction and manga I had read, this was a pretty typical morning, so I settled back. I then suddenly realized that:
A)A typical morning includes:
Ranma insulting Akane and
Akane malleting and/or punting Ranma into the stratosphere
Or possibly:
Ranma would force Akane to eat her own cooking if she was cooking that day
B)Letting this chain of events happen would not look good on my record.
I decided to tell her bluntly. [Akane?]
[Hm?]
[Your cooking is crap.]
[Why.YOU!] I could tell that she was fuming, but would not hit herself for obvious reasons.
[You may have kept it from yourself, but your cooking IS THE AMBROSIA FROM HELL.]
[Dammit, I did not wake up to have a voice in my head just to be insulted!]
[You're hiding it! Do you admit, your cooking is bad?]
[No!]
[Ah crap. Fine. Keep eating it in 20 years and you'll push both of us into the grave early.]
Akane was far past the melting point by now, but I held a certain rein by being IN her. Of course, she was in denial, but it didn't matter. It wasn't my fault that she didn't want to admit her faults, so that wouldn't go on my record.
I then heard another voice that appeared to be heard by me alone.
[FABRICE?]
[Ah, hello?]
[YES. MY NAME IS KAMI.]
[Oh, so you're the sh.. I mean per.I mean god that brought me here.]
[I can tell that you are frustrated. Just persevere and you will attain your goal.]
[How?]
[You inhabit and can control the body you're in, right? Make use of it!]
And with that I heard no more from him. I did take the point though.
[Note to self, make use of powers.]
[Hm?]
[Nothing.]
Akane then settled down to eat breakfast. I (through her eyes) watched the normal fight between Genma and Ranma with interest, though Akane was bemused. She then started to wolf down her food and I got a taste of what Kasumi's cooking was like. It was pure joy, eating her cooking. I then shuddered at what Akane's cooking would taste like.
"Akane?"
Akane looked up. "What is it, Kasumi?"
"You just flinched."
"Oh, it's nothing, sis. Don't worry."
[Why the hell did you shudder?]
[Hey, it's not like it was my choice!]
[What do you mean, no choice? BAKA!]
I sighed inwardly, and retreated to bask in the glory of mentally replaying some Daguskei no Ranma (I think I spelled it right, sorry to Jeff, John, Paul, and David if I didn't) fanfics in my head. I then snapped to action. My cue was up.
".sexless tomboy like you!"
"RANMA NO BAKA!" Akane reached behind her to pull out her mallet, and Ranma quickly attempted to run. Normally, Akane would catch up in her fury, but I subtly slowed her down. When she did catch up:
"Getting slow, aren't we?"
"Why.you!"
Akane malleted Ranma. Though there was no way I could have diverted her anger, I siphoned pieces of it off, weakening her blow.
[Oy. This is going to be a looong day.]
Well, whatdja think? R&R, and I'm posting the future teaser for this series right here.
3 chapters per character I inhabit, character number unknown.
Definitely a Ranma-Akane matchup, with other characters falling in place. This is a diverging series, so bleah to you.
And yes, I know, this is going to be the plot of *SEVERAL* revengefics, I know it.
