Dangerous Dance
By Chihiro Fujimi
Disclaimer : I don't even exist, I am just the product of
your sick imagination, so what could I own ?
Certainly not the characters used in this story.
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Chapter I
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Ryouga was a bit dumbfounded. His encounter with Katsuhito
has been one of the weirdest he recently had. The man
never explained from where he knew Ryouga and Ryouga
hadn't dared to ask. When Katsuhito left and they exchanged
presents, Ryouga was given this strange yellow ribbon.
"You wear it around the neck, like this." He said, tying
it on Ryouga. The boy didn't like it very much, it
reminded him too much of a collar and of a disturbingly
embarrassing experience. The problem is that the ribbon was
very tight around his neck, almost suffocating. He tugged
at it a little, wary not to break it, to ease the pressure.
The ornament was a bit feminine. It could have been a nice
present for Akane, except it wasn't right to offer
something you've just been given.
"Ah ha! Ryoga so silly with his collar."
Ryoga turned abruptly to see a devilishly grinning Shampoo.
"Violent girl give it to her little pig for he don't get
lost ?"
That little... How dare she ?
"Amazons do that too to lousy husbands. Akane may make good
amazon one day."
She started to count on her fingers, smirking all the way.
"Of course only if she get better at fight and learn how
not to cook poison, and have a bit more of strength and
grace..."
She pointedly put her finger under her chin in mock
reflexion. "Mabe she won't make such good amazon, don't you
think pig--"
Ryoga didn't even hear her last words, for anger was
suffocating him. The more he got unnerved, the more the
ribbon became tighter. And when panic replaced anger, it
became even worse. His eyes glazed over, all he could hear
was a distant buzz. He only could discern the concerned
face of a cute chinese amazon who was crying something to
him.
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Ryoga was in the Tendo's living room in his pig form. He
felt strangely detached, like if he was just waking up from
a dream. A quick look around him taught him he was on the
lap of a sleeping Akane. She must have watched over him.
What a touching attention. So beautiful and peacefully
sleeping Akane... It didn't occur to him how un-Akane-like
sleeping peacefully was. What he noticed though was that
instead of feeling all fuzzy for such a nice situation, he
stayed distant like if nothing of this was real...
Katsuhito then steeped silently in the room. Winked at
P-chan and signaled him to stay quiet. He crept to the
sleeping form of Akane and took the piglet. Getting out of
the room, Katsuhito wispered : "There is one more thing you
need to see to prove you don't need this to be alive."
In the back yard, Ryoga could see Ranma and Nabiki cuddled
against each other. Their hand not visible but obviously
not in proper places.
"Your sister is so unfeminine. She can't do anything right.
I could really feel sorry if she didn't brag so much about
everything."
"I know. She can be a real bitch sometimes--."
"Sometime ?"
They laughed a bit.
"Ok, most of the time. At first I though it was because I
couldn't understand her, that she had reason that would be
revealed with time. Now I don't even want to understand
her, she's not worth it..."
"Oh, I heard Akane was planning to cook tonight. Do you
want to go out to Ucchan tonight ? My treat."
"Always leeching free food."
"Hey, I have three unwanted iinazuke after me, including
your sister, I deserve some compensation..."
Again Ryoga felt nothing if a distant sadness for all the
people hurt by Ranma's actions.
"Just remember : You don't need this to be alive."
Katsuhito's words echoed over and over as Ryoga plunged
once again in an abyss of darkness.
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Ryoga woke up.
"So finally back in the land of the livings." Came
Cologne's voice. "You can be proud of you, you scared my
great granddaughter. What do you think should be your
punishment for that ?"
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Akane was looking for a nice, secluded room. After all if
any of her sisters ever caught her doing that, she would
never live it down. Not that what she was doing was wrong,
of course, but it was so hard to explain. She had borrowed
some video equipment and after having finally found a plug
in the attic, decided it was sufficienty secluded for her
purpose. Once all the installation finished, she took the
cassette. She noticed a little inscription. It said : "When
steam rise from the cassette, insert quickly into your
video player." Steam ? What steam-? Hey the tape is
smoking ! Showing a remarquable composure, Akane shoved the
cassette into the video recorder and quickly hid behind
the couch. When no explosion occured, she dared a glance
toward the TV. On the screen a girl dressed in a form-
fitting sundress was looking around like for something.
"Ah, you're here. Don't hide, show yourself."
Without thinking, Akane stood and installed herself on the
couch. What a demure video. "That's it ?"
"Of course not, that would be really cheap service. I must
say I never had a girl before."
The girl on the screen seemed to have grown nervous and
fidgeted a bit. She really played her demure role very
well. Wait a minute... a girl ?
"Too bad you didn't pick Emi's tape. She bends both way
while I'm more or less straight... I won't blame it on you
of course, the clerk must have made the mistake. He must
have been new."
That girl talked really too much. What's this tape
anyway ?
"Or he mistook you for a boy, with those boyish clothes
and masculine manners you lesbians have..."
"WHAT-DID-YOU-SAY ?!"
Akane emitted a powerful battle aura. It wasn't the first
time another girl mistook her friendly manners for
something. But she had made sure at school that everybody
knew she wasn't that way at all. She was a fine and
delicate and she'd pound senseless the first one assuming
the contrary. That girl on the screen was mocking her.
That pretty miss with her pretty dress, even her terrified
expression was pretty. She hefted her heavy mallet and the
television would have seen its last day if it hasn't been
for that strange glow that seemed to invade the room.
Akane sobered up when 45kg of screaming short-haired girl
were thrown toward her. They both fell on the couch,
entangled like only pretty girls with long legs seems to
be able to.
What an embarassing sight if somebody were to enter the
room this instant.
"Akane-chan, I though I heard something. You didn't break
something did yo-- Oh my ! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
intrude. I'll leave you two alone."
Guess those rumors may have been true after all...
Akane only groaned.
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Ukyo sat at her own counter. Ucchan was not open, she was
doing her homework. Have to take every opportunities.
She wondered what would she do with her meager benefits
this week. She envisionned the possible purchase of a
swimsuit. She was already seeing herself at the pool, the
gracious curves her nubile body flattered by the last
fashioned swimsuit. Hordes of boys adoring the ground she
was walking on. A smile made them all drooling. Then her
Ranchan arrives in his best tuxedo. He kneels in front of
her.
"Ucchan. I wanted to wait for the right time but I can't
wait anymore. You are too perfect and I love you too
much."
He takes a box from one of his pockets and her heart
stops. He opens it in front of her, revealing a
magnificient solitaire inside.
"Ukyo, will you m--"
Ukyo got distracted out of her daydream by a strange
whistling sound...
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Ranma was used to flying.
The Saotome school of martial arts taught many aerial
katas and techniques. Falling from any height was one of
the first lesson. He still remembered how he has been
thrown from that high cliff by his dear father over and
over. He had been 7 or 8 at the time.
He tightened his fists, he remembered also there hadn't
been any payback yet for THAT lesson. He knew what he
would focus on during their next "training session".
A slight change in the atmospheric pressure and in his
speed told him the fly was soon over. He scanned the
ground through the wind to see where he would crash, and
what were his chances to get out of it without too much
damage. The residential area dispelled his doubt about his
luck. The wooden area would be for next time he thought as
he braced himself for the impact.
----------------------------------------------------------
To say Ukyo was startled by Ranma's arrival would be
lying. With such a long time living in Nerima, she didn't
notice anymore any violent event. What she did notice were
the hole in her roof and the one in her floor from within
her fiancé staggered out. Her meager benefits seemed to
fly through those openings, with them followed the
swimsuit, her admirers, her date with Ranma, the ring and
the proposal.
"Ranchan..."
"Whatcha matter Ucchan?" He said still a bit dazzled.
"This is all your fault !!" The mighty spatula struck.
----------------------------------------------------------
After beating her unfortunate fiancé enough for her to
calm her nerves, Ukyo "asked" him, spatula in hand, to
help her repair the damage he had done.
"But Ucchan,--" Protested Ranma.
*CLANG*
"Are you going to propose to me ?" She asked coldly.
Ranma was really confused now.
"Uh, not really--"
*CLANG*
"Then shut up and get back to work !" Ukyo replied
angrily.
Days like that weren't worth getting out of your bed, both
mused.
----------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
AN : This is nothing like I planned at the beginning. My
main is that I write scenes too quickly. I am not able to
write long descriptions or dialogues yet. I hope I'll get
better.
By Chihiro Fujimi
Disclaimer : I don't even exist, I am just the product of
your sick imagination, so what could I own ?
Certainly not the characters used in this story.
----------------------------------------------------------
Chapter I
----------------------------------------------------------
Ryouga was a bit dumbfounded. His encounter with Katsuhito
has been one of the weirdest he recently had. The man
never explained from where he knew Ryouga and Ryouga
hadn't dared to ask. When Katsuhito left and they exchanged
presents, Ryouga was given this strange yellow ribbon.
"You wear it around the neck, like this." He said, tying
it on Ryouga. The boy didn't like it very much, it
reminded him too much of a collar and of a disturbingly
embarrassing experience. The problem is that the ribbon was
very tight around his neck, almost suffocating. He tugged
at it a little, wary not to break it, to ease the pressure.
The ornament was a bit feminine. It could have been a nice
present for Akane, except it wasn't right to offer
something you've just been given.
"Ah ha! Ryoga so silly with his collar."
Ryoga turned abruptly to see a devilishly grinning Shampoo.
"Violent girl give it to her little pig for he don't get
lost ?"
That little... How dare she ?
"Amazons do that too to lousy husbands. Akane may make good
amazon one day."
She started to count on her fingers, smirking all the way.
"Of course only if she get better at fight and learn how
not to cook poison, and have a bit more of strength and
grace..."
She pointedly put her finger under her chin in mock
reflexion. "Mabe she won't make such good amazon, don't you
think pig--"
Ryoga didn't even hear her last words, for anger was
suffocating him. The more he got unnerved, the more the
ribbon became tighter. And when panic replaced anger, it
became even worse. His eyes glazed over, all he could hear
was a distant buzz. He only could discern the concerned
face of a cute chinese amazon who was crying something to
him.
----------------------------------------------------------
Ryoga was in the Tendo's living room in his pig form. He
felt strangely detached, like if he was just waking up from
a dream. A quick look around him taught him he was on the
lap of a sleeping Akane. She must have watched over him.
What a touching attention. So beautiful and peacefully
sleeping Akane... It didn't occur to him how un-Akane-like
sleeping peacefully was. What he noticed though was that
instead of feeling all fuzzy for such a nice situation, he
stayed distant like if nothing of this was real...
Katsuhito then steeped silently in the room. Winked at
P-chan and signaled him to stay quiet. He crept to the
sleeping form of Akane and took the piglet. Getting out of
the room, Katsuhito wispered : "There is one more thing you
need to see to prove you don't need this to be alive."
In the back yard, Ryoga could see Ranma and Nabiki cuddled
against each other. Their hand not visible but obviously
not in proper places.
"Your sister is so unfeminine. She can't do anything right.
I could really feel sorry if she didn't brag so much about
everything."
"I know. She can be a real bitch sometimes--."
"Sometime ?"
They laughed a bit.
"Ok, most of the time. At first I though it was because I
couldn't understand her, that she had reason that would be
revealed with time. Now I don't even want to understand
her, she's not worth it..."
"Oh, I heard Akane was planning to cook tonight. Do you
want to go out to Ucchan tonight ? My treat."
"Always leeching free food."
"Hey, I have three unwanted iinazuke after me, including
your sister, I deserve some compensation..."
Again Ryoga felt nothing if a distant sadness for all the
people hurt by Ranma's actions.
"Just remember : You don't need this to be alive."
Katsuhito's words echoed over and over as Ryoga plunged
once again in an abyss of darkness.
----------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
Ryoga woke up.
"So finally back in the land of the livings." Came
Cologne's voice. "You can be proud of you, you scared my
great granddaughter. What do you think should be your
punishment for that ?"
----------------------------------------------------------
Akane was looking for a nice, secluded room. After all if
any of her sisters ever caught her doing that, she would
never live it down. Not that what she was doing was wrong,
of course, but it was so hard to explain. She had borrowed
some video equipment and after having finally found a plug
in the attic, decided it was sufficienty secluded for her
purpose. Once all the installation finished, she took the
cassette. She noticed a little inscription. It said : "When
steam rise from the cassette, insert quickly into your
video player." Steam ? What steam-? Hey the tape is
smoking ! Showing a remarquable composure, Akane shoved the
cassette into the video recorder and quickly hid behind
the couch. When no explosion occured, she dared a glance
toward the TV. On the screen a girl dressed in a form-
fitting sundress was looking around like for something.
"Ah, you're here. Don't hide, show yourself."
Without thinking, Akane stood and installed herself on the
couch. What a demure video. "That's it ?"
"Of course not, that would be really cheap service. I must
say I never had a girl before."
The girl on the screen seemed to have grown nervous and
fidgeted a bit. She really played her demure role very
well. Wait a minute... a girl ?
"Too bad you didn't pick Emi's tape. She bends both way
while I'm more or less straight... I won't blame it on you
of course, the clerk must have made the mistake. He must
have been new."
That girl talked really too much. What's this tape
anyway ?
"Or he mistook you for a boy, with those boyish clothes
and masculine manners you lesbians have..."
"WHAT-DID-YOU-SAY ?!"
Akane emitted a powerful battle aura. It wasn't the first
time another girl mistook her friendly manners for
something. But she had made sure at school that everybody
knew she wasn't that way at all. She was a fine and
delicate and she'd pound senseless the first one assuming
the contrary. That girl on the screen was mocking her.
That pretty miss with her pretty dress, even her terrified
expression was pretty. She hefted her heavy mallet and the
television would have seen its last day if it hasn't been
for that strange glow that seemed to invade the room.
Akane sobered up when 45kg of screaming short-haired girl
were thrown toward her. They both fell on the couch,
entangled like only pretty girls with long legs seems to
be able to.
What an embarassing sight if somebody were to enter the
room this instant.
"Akane-chan, I though I heard something. You didn't break
something did yo-- Oh my ! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
intrude. I'll leave you two alone."
Guess those rumors may have been true after all...
Akane only groaned.
----------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
Ukyo sat at her own counter. Ucchan was not open, she was
doing her homework. Have to take every opportunities.
She wondered what would she do with her meager benefits
this week. She envisionned the possible purchase of a
swimsuit. She was already seeing herself at the pool, the
gracious curves her nubile body flattered by the last
fashioned swimsuit. Hordes of boys adoring the ground she
was walking on. A smile made them all drooling. Then her
Ranchan arrives in his best tuxedo. He kneels in front of
her.
"Ucchan. I wanted to wait for the right time but I can't
wait anymore. You are too perfect and I love you too
much."
He takes a box from one of his pockets and her heart
stops. He opens it in front of her, revealing a
magnificient solitaire inside.
"Ukyo, will you m--"
Ukyo got distracted out of her daydream by a strange
whistling sound...
----------------------------------------------------------
Ranma was used to flying.
The Saotome school of martial arts taught many aerial
katas and techniques. Falling from any height was one of
the first lesson. He still remembered how he has been
thrown from that high cliff by his dear father over and
over. He had been 7 or 8 at the time.
He tightened his fists, he remembered also there hadn't
been any payback yet for THAT lesson. He knew what he
would focus on during their next "training session".
A slight change in the atmospheric pressure and in his
speed told him the fly was soon over. He scanned the
ground through the wind to see where he would crash, and
what were his chances to get out of it without too much
damage. The residential area dispelled his doubt about his
luck. The wooden area would be for next time he thought as
he braced himself for the impact.
----------------------------------------------------------
To say Ukyo was startled by Ranma's arrival would be
lying. With such a long time living in Nerima, she didn't
notice anymore any violent event. What she did notice were
the hole in her roof and the one in her floor from within
her fiancé staggered out. Her meager benefits seemed to
fly through those openings, with them followed the
swimsuit, her admirers, her date with Ranma, the ring and
the proposal.
"Ranchan..."
"Whatcha matter Ucchan?" He said still a bit dazzled.
"This is all your fault !!" The mighty spatula struck.
----------------------------------------------------------
After beating her unfortunate fiancé enough for her to
calm her nerves, Ukyo "asked" him, spatula in hand, to
help her repair the damage he had done.
"But Ucchan,--" Protested Ranma.
*CLANG*
"Are you going to propose to me ?" She asked coldly.
Ranma was really confused now.
"Uh, not really--"
*CLANG*
"Then shut up and get back to work !" Ukyo replied
angrily.
Days like that weren't worth getting out of your bed, both
mused.
----------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
AN : This is nothing like I planned at the beginning. My
main is that I write scenes too quickly. I am not able to
write long descriptions or dialogues yet. I hope I'll get
better.