Disclaimer: Go read the ones I put up on the previous chapters, you twit.
Author Note: When I am in control, I say 'I'. When my 'other' is in control, I say his or her name.
Transplantation (A Strange Tale in)
1 Chapter 2
I slept. No, Akane didn't sleep. I just receded into the depths of her mind and relaxed, so you could say it was sleep. I had a very strange dream..
(Cue the dramatic Knight-is-defeated,-vows-revenge-and-defeats-enemy music!)
I paced the room and moved pieces on a board. The thing was computerized, so it sent out orders to the units (which were pieces on my board).
"Lessee, Pack of wild hungry dingoes to space C7." I moved the according piece. While I was doing this, the other pieces kept shifting and moving. This was real time, after all.
"Squadron of Galaxy Police, engage hungry Mind-Suckers at space KY14."
"SQUADRON OF GALAXY POLICE ELIMINATED"
"Shit. Heavy tank unit P12 move to engage hungry Mind-Suckers at space KY14."
"MIND-SUCKERS ELIMINATED. TERRITORY INCREASED"
"Zeppelin Squadron 3, counter-attack enemy Raving Otakus at space W4."
"RAVING OTAKUS ELIMINATED. TERRITORY INCREASED"
I smiled. Now, just to move one last piece…
"Pack of wild hungry dingoes to space N99, attack Field Commander."
"FIELD COMMANDER ELIMINATED. BATTLE WON"
I then sat down on a chair, just as…
(Cut the dramatic Knight-is-defeated,-vows-revenge-and-defeats-enemy music!)
Akane walked out of the Furinkan lot, followed by Ranma, who had a red handprint on his cheek. Akane was very mad at him, for some reason (Note that I just woke up).
[Yo. Akane.]
[…]
[Oh jeez. Don't make me…]
[Do it and die.]
[Okay. I choose to die.]
I quickly seized control of Akane's body with little to no effort. I had learned to make the transition unnoticeable by anyone, though it was impossible when Akane was in 'uncontrollable evil blow-up-area-around-Ranma- and-100-miles' mode. This sparked some flashbacks…
(Scene is at Tendo dojo, Ranma sparring Akane as usual.)
"HYAA!" Akane punched at Ranma, who easily jumped over it.
"Heh. Didn't even touch me."
"Aaagh!" Akane fell to the floor, twitching.
"Akane! Are ya allright?" Ranma leaned down.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I stood up and resumed the spar.
(Scene returns.)
I walked back to the Tendo dojo with Akane yelling at me, though I ignored her. Kasumi cheerfully called out, "Akane? Isn't it your turn to cook?"
Ranma, of course, froze. I called back, "Yes, sis. I'll be there."
I walked to the kitchen. Kasumi was carefully sorting things even neater than usual, probably trying to make the future carnage a bit less destructive. "Daddy and Mr. Saotome are at a festival, and Nabiki said that she had to eat out with a friend. I have to return these books to Dr. Tofu, so I have to miss your food." She flashed some books quickly, then left the house. I sighed, then started to cook a recipe I knew from my family's old Chinese Fast-Food shop: 'Combination shrimp chow mein.'
[Akane, where's the baby shrimp?]
[It should be over there in the freezer box…]
[Right.] I pulled out a package. [This it?]
[Nope. Try that package over there.]
I pulled out several more packages.
[Aaagh. Why does it have to be baby shrimp? Just use jumbo shrimp!]
[That is why you are a bad cook.]
Akane fumed, but didn't say anything. I finally found the pack of baby shrimp, shook out some of it into a frying pan, put some vegetable oil in, and fried it. In a pot, I had already left some uncooked rice noodle to soak. I filtered out the water with my hand, then put the noodles into the frying pan. I then started to quickly dice some cabbage and carrots…
(Meanwhile…)
Ranma could not believe his nose. The stuff that was being cooked smelled almost like Kasumi's cooking, yet Akane was in there, cooking up some (probably) nuclear curry replete with moving oozes of undercooked miso. Yet he still could not resist his nose. The food smelled so delicious…
(In the kitchen)
After putting in the small amounts of cabbage and carrot in, I cranked up the gas. I used the old 'Heng family of speed cooking' technique, in other words, flipping the food quickly while tossing it in the air.
[You're going to overcook the chow mein!]
[You mean undercook if I stop now. It's only been cooking for 25 minutes while I need 35.]
[…]
(Ten minutes later)
"Here's your dinner, Ranma." I laid down the combo plate and picked up a pair of chopsticks. I noticed his strange expression. Knowing what it meant, I taunted him. "Don't you want to eat? You've had nothing since school lunch."
Ranma looked at Akane's hopeful expression and slowly picked up a pair of chopsticks. 'The food doesn't look or smell so bad. It isn't moving, at least. What the hell, stomach pumping is gettin' cheap anyhow.' He started to eat. His eyes closed, he slumped to the floor.
[YOU'VE KILLED RANMA! How…HOW COULD YOU!]
[Hey, take it easy. He's probably fainted from eating something *good* from a horrible cook like *you*.]
[BAKA!] Akane kept ranting curses on and on until Ranma awoke.
"Did I dream or did that taste good?"
"It tasted good. Now start eating, you bottomless pit." I was already wolfing down some food.
"Okay…" He resumed eating. 'Not even half-bad! Akane's getting really good. Kasumi's lessons must've paid off.'
[Akane. Did you watch me cook?]
[Yeah.]
[THAT is how you cook. Take all precautions and you'll do fine.]
[R-really?]
[Yeah. Here's control.] I gave her control back and resumed sleeping. I also resumed dreaming. I missed a very interesting episode, however.
Shampoo crashed through the wall, loudly proclaiming, "Nihao! Shampoo bring beef ramen to husband! Ranma no eat Akane's garbage!" She shoved some ramen into Ranma's mouth. Akane reacted predictably.
"I spent all that time cooking for you and you eat THIS bimbo's cooking?!?" She malleted Ranma to the next continent.
(Switch to conversation between Fulaga and Kami.)
"So. How long has he been there?"
"Who, sir?"
"Fabrice. Our little subject."
"Ah. He has been in AX3 dimension for about a week now."
"You have notified him of his ability to switch bodies?"
"I am sorry sir, but I haven't."
"Put it on his PC. We are still judging him, after all…"
"Yes, sir."
Yep. And here are a couple more notes:
The reason I have these things in tiny little chunks is because I churn these out daily to satiate you hungry evil readers. When I finish the series, I'll consolidate them into large text. And oh yes, make the prediction of 3 chapters per character to 9. Sorry.
I am going to make Chapter 3 very, er, interesting, by the way, so be warned.
Author Note: When I am in control, I say 'I'. When my 'other' is in control, I say his or her name.
Transplantation (A Strange Tale in)
1 Chapter 2
I slept. No, Akane didn't sleep. I just receded into the depths of her mind and relaxed, so you could say it was sleep. I had a very strange dream..
(Cue the dramatic Knight-is-defeated,-vows-revenge-and-defeats-enemy music!)
I paced the room and moved pieces on a board. The thing was computerized, so it sent out orders to the units (which were pieces on my board).
"Lessee, Pack of wild hungry dingoes to space C7." I moved the according piece. While I was doing this, the other pieces kept shifting and moving. This was real time, after all.
"Squadron of Galaxy Police, engage hungry Mind-Suckers at space KY14."
"SQUADRON OF GALAXY POLICE ELIMINATED"
"Shit. Heavy tank unit P12 move to engage hungry Mind-Suckers at space KY14."
"MIND-SUCKERS ELIMINATED. TERRITORY INCREASED"
"Zeppelin Squadron 3, counter-attack enemy Raving Otakus at space W4."
"RAVING OTAKUS ELIMINATED. TERRITORY INCREASED"
I smiled. Now, just to move one last piece…
"Pack of wild hungry dingoes to space N99, attack Field Commander."
"FIELD COMMANDER ELIMINATED. BATTLE WON"
I then sat down on a chair, just as…
(Cut the dramatic Knight-is-defeated,-vows-revenge-and-defeats-enemy music!)
Akane walked out of the Furinkan lot, followed by Ranma, who had a red handprint on his cheek. Akane was very mad at him, for some reason (Note that I just woke up).
[Yo. Akane.]
[…]
[Oh jeez. Don't make me…]
[Do it and die.]
[Okay. I choose to die.]
I quickly seized control of Akane's body with little to no effort. I had learned to make the transition unnoticeable by anyone, though it was impossible when Akane was in 'uncontrollable evil blow-up-area-around-Ranma- and-100-miles' mode. This sparked some flashbacks…
(Scene is at Tendo dojo, Ranma sparring Akane as usual.)
"HYAA!" Akane punched at Ranma, who easily jumped over it.
"Heh. Didn't even touch me."
"Aaagh!" Akane fell to the floor, twitching.
"Akane! Are ya allright?" Ranma leaned down.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I stood up and resumed the spar.
(Scene returns.)
I walked back to the Tendo dojo with Akane yelling at me, though I ignored her. Kasumi cheerfully called out, "Akane? Isn't it your turn to cook?"
Ranma, of course, froze. I called back, "Yes, sis. I'll be there."
I walked to the kitchen. Kasumi was carefully sorting things even neater than usual, probably trying to make the future carnage a bit less destructive. "Daddy and Mr. Saotome are at a festival, and Nabiki said that she had to eat out with a friend. I have to return these books to Dr. Tofu, so I have to miss your food." She flashed some books quickly, then left the house. I sighed, then started to cook a recipe I knew from my family's old Chinese Fast-Food shop: 'Combination shrimp chow mein.'
[Akane, where's the baby shrimp?]
[It should be over there in the freezer box…]
[Right.] I pulled out a package. [This it?]
[Nope. Try that package over there.]
I pulled out several more packages.
[Aaagh. Why does it have to be baby shrimp? Just use jumbo shrimp!]
[That is why you are a bad cook.]
Akane fumed, but didn't say anything. I finally found the pack of baby shrimp, shook out some of it into a frying pan, put some vegetable oil in, and fried it. In a pot, I had already left some uncooked rice noodle to soak. I filtered out the water with my hand, then put the noodles into the frying pan. I then started to quickly dice some cabbage and carrots…
(Meanwhile…)
Ranma could not believe his nose. The stuff that was being cooked smelled almost like Kasumi's cooking, yet Akane was in there, cooking up some (probably) nuclear curry replete with moving oozes of undercooked miso. Yet he still could not resist his nose. The food smelled so delicious…
(In the kitchen)
After putting in the small amounts of cabbage and carrot in, I cranked up the gas. I used the old 'Heng family of speed cooking' technique, in other words, flipping the food quickly while tossing it in the air.
[You're going to overcook the chow mein!]
[You mean undercook if I stop now. It's only been cooking for 25 minutes while I need 35.]
[…]
(Ten minutes later)
"Here's your dinner, Ranma." I laid down the combo plate and picked up a pair of chopsticks. I noticed his strange expression. Knowing what it meant, I taunted him. "Don't you want to eat? You've had nothing since school lunch."
Ranma looked at Akane's hopeful expression and slowly picked up a pair of chopsticks. 'The food doesn't look or smell so bad. It isn't moving, at least. What the hell, stomach pumping is gettin' cheap anyhow.' He started to eat. His eyes closed, he slumped to the floor.
[YOU'VE KILLED RANMA! How…HOW COULD YOU!]
[Hey, take it easy. He's probably fainted from eating something *good* from a horrible cook like *you*.]
[BAKA!] Akane kept ranting curses on and on until Ranma awoke.
"Did I dream or did that taste good?"
"It tasted good. Now start eating, you bottomless pit." I was already wolfing down some food.
"Okay…" He resumed eating. 'Not even half-bad! Akane's getting really good. Kasumi's lessons must've paid off.'
[Akane. Did you watch me cook?]
[Yeah.]
[THAT is how you cook. Take all precautions and you'll do fine.]
[R-really?]
[Yeah. Here's control.] I gave her control back and resumed sleeping. I also resumed dreaming. I missed a very interesting episode, however.
Shampoo crashed through the wall, loudly proclaiming, "Nihao! Shampoo bring beef ramen to husband! Ranma no eat Akane's garbage!" She shoved some ramen into Ranma's mouth. Akane reacted predictably.
"I spent all that time cooking for you and you eat THIS bimbo's cooking?!?" She malleted Ranma to the next continent.
(Switch to conversation between Fulaga and Kami.)
"So. How long has he been there?"
"Who, sir?"
"Fabrice. Our little subject."
"Ah. He has been in AX3 dimension for about a week now."
"You have notified him of his ability to switch bodies?"
"I am sorry sir, but I haven't."
"Put it on his PC. We are still judging him, after all…"
"Yes, sir."
Yep. And here are a couple more notes:
The reason I have these things in tiny little chunks is because I churn these out daily to satiate you hungry evil readers. When I finish the series, I'll consolidate them into large text. And oh yes, make the prediction of 3 chapters per character to 9. Sorry.
I am going to make Chapter 3 very, er, interesting, by the way, so be warned.
