OK, people, here´s chapter two! Enjoy!!!
Chapter 2
"But I don´t wanna go!" Ranma moaned, as his father dragged him along the ground towards the school. Akane followed, marvelling at the way they managed to keep up an argument even though one of them was a panda and the other was being dragged along the dusty road.
Ranma you´re in this play and that´s final, his father wrote.
There had been a loud argument between him and Ranma the night before, as a result of which they were still both covered in plasters. Ranma had pestered the Drama teacher all day at school that morning, and had quite bluntly refused to turn up at the practise that evening. But at that point Genma had stepped in, and was now pulling the kicking, shouting boy up the steps towards the school.
´Boy, he really doesn´t want to do this´, Akane thought, as Ranma bit his father´s paw in one last desperate attempt to escape. Genma picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.
Genma opened the door to the Drama class with his one free paw. He plopped Ranma down at his desk. He looked up. What are you staring at? He "signed" to the teacher and the other students. He opened the door again and went out.
Mr Huriko stared at the door. "Um ... right ..." he turned back to the class. "Well ... now Saotome and Tendo are here, perhaps we can begin by discussing the play - Mr Saotome, please get down from the window, it´s locked, you can´t get out through it. Now ... does anyone know what the Phantom of the Opera is about?"
A few hands went up.
"Yes -"
BANG.
The door flew open.
"Nihao, mister teacher man!" Shampoo said, happily. "Shampoo here be in play!" Mr Huriko sweat-dropped. "Please, miss, I already told you -"
"Is okay Shampoo no get big role!" the Chinese girl smiled, innocently. "Shampoo come be understudy, yes?"
Mr Huriko opened his mouth, rubbed his hand over the still-obvious bump on his head from his last encounter with Shampoo, and smiled weakly. "Well, this is supposed to be a play done by the school ... but of course we´re happy to accept anyone who´d like to take part in it," he quickly added.
Shampoo beamed. She took the desk beside Ranma´s, moved it right up to his, and sat there, looking quite happy, seemingly not noticing Akane´s glaring.
"Now ... the story line? Anyone?"
BANG.
Again, the door flew open.
Ranma sunk down in his seat. ´Oh, no, not him ANYONE but him ...´
Mr Huriko beamed. "Ah, the third lead role is here! Welcome, Kuno."
"To BE or NOT to be ... indeed that is the question," Kuno declared, dramatically. "And indeed, seeing as my sweet Akane has been cast as the radiant Christine in the immortal piece The Phantom of the Opera ... I have decided to BE ..." he knelt before her at her desk, producing a buquet of roses from somewhere in his kendo robes, "your Angel of Music."
"Go AWAY, Kuno," Akane growled.
"Yes, that´s right," Mr Huriko nodded. "Kuno will be taking the title role as the Phantom himself, with Saotome as Raoul, and Tendo, as Kuno says, as Christine." He paused. "Kuno, if you would take your seat ..."
"Ah ..." Kuno turned to Ranma, a look of disgust on his face. "Saotome, pray remove your unsightly self from that seat, so as I may be seated beside my sweet Christine."
Ranma poked his tongue out at him. "In your dreams, buster."
Kuno straightened up. "Are you challenging the mighty Kuno, Saotome?"
Ranma stood up to face him. "Maybe. I´m sure not giving you my seat."
"Oh, shut up, you two!" Akane snapped, angrily.
"Stay outta this, Akane," Ranma said, absent-mindedly.
Kuno seemed to grow even taller. "How dare you speak like that to my sweet Akane?!" he thundered. "Have you no respect?"
"You no talk like that to Shampoo airen!" Kuno recieved a flying kick in the back of the head.
"Saotome! Kuno! Miss Shampoo! Please settle this after the practise," Mr Huriko said, loudly. "Kuno, please find another seat."
Kuno got to his feet, rubbing his head, and gave Ranma one last glare. "You have not heard the last of this, Saotome."
"What a jerk," Ranma muttered as the older boy made his way to a free desk.
Mr Huriko was beginning to look annoyed. "Now, if everyone has quite finished clowning around ... May I have an answer to my question? Does anyone know the plot of the Phantom of the Opera?"
Everyone, including Mr Huriko, glanced expectantly at the door, but no- one else barged in.
" Well, it seems everyone is, at last, here," he said. "So? Anyone? Miss Tendo?"
"Um ... well... the Phantom of the Opera is originally a French story," Akane said. "It´s about an opera house in Paris, where a young soprano, Christine, is recieving secret music lessons from a mysterious voice she calls the Angel of Music. But then a childhood friend of hers, Raoul, turns up, and begins courting her. The Phantom doesn´t like this, and tries to get Raoul to go away, but he´s stupid and stubborn-" she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Ranma shot her an evil glare, but she ignored it, "- and stays on. Eventually, the Phantom kidnaps Christine and takes her down into the basement of the opera house, but in the end, Raoul comes down and rescues her, and they marry. This musical, composed by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, a British composer, is based on that story."
"Show-off," Ranma hissed. Akane ignored this.
"Very good, Tendo," Mr Huriko nodded. "That´s quite right. This is one of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber´s most famous musicals, and not for no reason. The story is full of mystery and romance, which is reflected very well in the music itself. Please don´t think I can´t see you yawning, Saotome. I´ll let you listen to some of the best bits now, and we´ll begin reading over the script at our next practise." He took out a CD. "Now, we´ll begin with the overture ..."
"Okay, see ya, Kuno!" Ranma leaped over the boy, who was lying sprawled in the dirt.
"Next time, Saotome ..." Kuno growled, spitting out mud, but Ranma had already run off. Kuno had, naturally, challenged him after the practise, and Ranma had, naturally, defeated him again.
Ranma ran along the fence, whistling one of the tunes they had been listening to at the practise. The music hadn´t been too bad, actually, he had to admit. But he was still going to have to find some way to get out of doing this ...
Ranma leaped up, almost without noticing it, as a deadly bandana came flying his way. "Hey, Ryoga," he said, jumping down to where the boy was standing. "Long time no see. I see you haven´t lost your way out of town yet this week, and it´s what, wow, Wednesday..." Ryoga roared, and aimed a furious blow at Ranma´s head, but Ranma was already out of the way.
Ryoga calmed himself down. "So ... word has it you´re in a play, Ranma."
Ranma made a face. "Yeah, but don´t think I´m telling you where or when it´s on so you can come and laugh at me, pig-brain, it´s embarrassing enough already."
Ryoga didn´t seem to notice the insult. "In a play, opposite my dear Akane ..." he said, staring away into the distance.
Ranma leaped back up onto the fence. "Yeah, well you´re welcome to my part, pig-boy, I hate having to sing in front of people. Well, be seeing ya, I guess ..."
"Wait." Ryoga called. "You say you have no interest in taking part in the play?"
"You got that right," Ranma nodded. "But Pop says I have to do it, I dunno why, it´s not like he´s into theater or anything, so there´s no use in trying to get me to give you the part."
Ryoga smiled. "Hmph. Well, what if we told your father I had ... this?" he flourished a piece of paper.
"Great," Ranma said, sarcastically. "You feel like telling me what "this" is?"
""This" is a ticket to the annual "all-you-can-eat" buffet for the employees of the Japanese Map company," Ryoga announced, triumphantly.
Ranma blinked. "How come you´ve got a ticket?"
"They send out free tickets to their biggest customers," Ryoga said. "But that´s not the point. I know your father; he´ll do anything for free food. So how about it? You don´t want the part, but I do. Do we have a deal?"
Ranma jumped down from the fence. He took Ryoga´s hand. "Deal," he grinned.
"Hey, Pop," Ranma yelled, running in the door of the Tendo residence, "I got something for ya."
Genma came into view. What is it, Ranma? he wrote.
Ranma grinned. "I happen to have acquired a ticket to an "all-you-can- eat" buffet," he began.
Genma´s panda eyes widened, and he began to drool. Give it to me!!!!! he wrote, enthusiastically, grabbing his son by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Easy, Pop," Ranma said, shaking himself free. "Sure you can have it ... if you sign your name here," he produced a piece of paper, "on this dotted line right here."
Genma carried on drooling, but he knew his son. He eyed the paper suspiciously. What´s this? he signed.
"Oh, nothing much," Ranma said, innocently, "only a contract saying you agree it´s entirely up to me whether I take part in this stupid school play or not."
Genma grabbed his head in his paws and let out a roar of frustration.
"Just think of the buffet, Pop," Ranma said, slyly. "Think of all the food they´ll have there ... all you can eat ... that´s a lot of ramen ..."
Ganma grabbed Ranma´s contract. Give me that, he signed, furiously signing his name. After all, it´s only a stupid school play, he wrote. Now, where´s that ticket?!
"Pleasure doing business with you, Pop," Ranma said, evilly, as his father snatched the ticket, his eyes gleaming.
A/N: Haha! Another chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it, I´m starting chapter 3 any day now. Now, remember to REVIEEEEWW and tell me what you think, or if you have any ideas that you´d like to see in this story, or even if you don´t have anything interesting to say at all, coz I LOVE getting your reviews!!!! ^__^
Chapter 2
"But I don´t wanna go!" Ranma moaned, as his father dragged him along the ground towards the school. Akane followed, marvelling at the way they managed to keep up an argument even though one of them was a panda and the other was being dragged along the dusty road.
Ranma you´re in this play and that´s final, his father wrote.
There had been a loud argument between him and Ranma the night before, as a result of which they were still both covered in plasters. Ranma had pestered the Drama teacher all day at school that morning, and had quite bluntly refused to turn up at the practise that evening. But at that point Genma had stepped in, and was now pulling the kicking, shouting boy up the steps towards the school.
´Boy, he really doesn´t want to do this´, Akane thought, as Ranma bit his father´s paw in one last desperate attempt to escape. Genma picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.
Genma opened the door to the Drama class with his one free paw. He plopped Ranma down at his desk. He looked up. What are you staring at? He "signed" to the teacher and the other students. He opened the door again and went out.
Mr Huriko stared at the door. "Um ... right ..." he turned back to the class. "Well ... now Saotome and Tendo are here, perhaps we can begin by discussing the play - Mr Saotome, please get down from the window, it´s locked, you can´t get out through it. Now ... does anyone know what the Phantom of the Opera is about?"
A few hands went up.
"Yes -"
BANG.
The door flew open.
"Nihao, mister teacher man!" Shampoo said, happily. "Shampoo here be in play!" Mr Huriko sweat-dropped. "Please, miss, I already told you -"
"Is okay Shampoo no get big role!" the Chinese girl smiled, innocently. "Shampoo come be understudy, yes?"
Mr Huriko opened his mouth, rubbed his hand over the still-obvious bump on his head from his last encounter with Shampoo, and smiled weakly. "Well, this is supposed to be a play done by the school ... but of course we´re happy to accept anyone who´d like to take part in it," he quickly added.
Shampoo beamed. She took the desk beside Ranma´s, moved it right up to his, and sat there, looking quite happy, seemingly not noticing Akane´s glaring.
"Now ... the story line? Anyone?"
BANG.
Again, the door flew open.
Ranma sunk down in his seat. ´Oh, no, not him ANYONE but him ...´
Mr Huriko beamed. "Ah, the third lead role is here! Welcome, Kuno."
"To BE or NOT to be ... indeed that is the question," Kuno declared, dramatically. "And indeed, seeing as my sweet Akane has been cast as the radiant Christine in the immortal piece The Phantom of the Opera ... I have decided to BE ..." he knelt before her at her desk, producing a buquet of roses from somewhere in his kendo robes, "your Angel of Music."
"Go AWAY, Kuno," Akane growled.
"Yes, that´s right," Mr Huriko nodded. "Kuno will be taking the title role as the Phantom himself, with Saotome as Raoul, and Tendo, as Kuno says, as Christine." He paused. "Kuno, if you would take your seat ..."
"Ah ..." Kuno turned to Ranma, a look of disgust on his face. "Saotome, pray remove your unsightly self from that seat, so as I may be seated beside my sweet Christine."
Ranma poked his tongue out at him. "In your dreams, buster."
Kuno straightened up. "Are you challenging the mighty Kuno, Saotome?"
Ranma stood up to face him. "Maybe. I´m sure not giving you my seat."
"Oh, shut up, you two!" Akane snapped, angrily.
"Stay outta this, Akane," Ranma said, absent-mindedly.
Kuno seemed to grow even taller. "How dare you speak like that to my sweet Akane?!" he thundered. "Have you no respect?"
"You no talk like that to Shampoo airen!" Kuno recieved a flying kick in the back of the head.
"Saotome! Kuno! Miss Shampoo! Please settle this after the practise," Mr Huriko said, loudly. "Kuno, please find another seat."
Kuno got to his feet, rubbing his head, and gave Ranma one last glare. "You have not heard the last of this, Saotome."
"What a jerk," Ranma muttered as the older boy made his way to a free desk.
Mr Huriko was beginning to look annoyed. "Now, if everyone has quite finished clowning around ... May I have an answer to my question? Does anyone know the plot of the Phantom of the Opera?"
Everyone, including Mr Huriko, glanced expectantly at the door, but no- one else barged in.
" Well, it seems everyone is, at last, here," he said. "So? Anyone? Miss Tendo?"
"Um ... well... the Phantom of the Opera is originally a French story," Akane said. "It´s about an opera house in Paris, where a young soprano, Christine, is recieving secret music lessons from a mysterious voice she calls the Angel of Music. But then a childhood friend of hers, Raoul, turns up, and begins courting her. The Phantom doesn´t like this, and tries to get Raoul to go away, but he´s stupid and stubborn-" she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Ranma shot her an evil glare, but she ignored it, "- and stays on. Eventually, the Phantom kidnaps Christine and takes her down into the basement of the opera house, but in the end, Raoul comes down and rescues her, and they marry. This musical, composed by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, a British composer, is based on that story."
"Show-off," Ranma hissed. Akane ignored this.
"Very good, Tendo," Mr Huriko nodded. "That´s quite right. This is one of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber´s most famous musicals, and not for no reason. The story is full of mystery and romance, which is reflected very well in the music itself. Please don´t think I can´t see you yawning, Saotome. I´ll let you listen to some of the best bits now, and we´ll begin reading over the script at our next practise." He took out a CD. "Now, we´ll begin with the overture ..."
"Okay, see ya, Kuno!" Ranma leaped over the boy, who was lying sprawled in the dirt.
"Next time, Saotome ..." Kuno growled, spitting out mud, but Ranma had already run off. Kuno had, naturally, challenged him after the practise, and Ranma had, naturally, defeated him again.
Ranma ran along the fence, whistling one of the tunes they had been listening to at the practise. The music hadn´t been too bad, actually, he had to admit. But he was still going to have to find some way to get out of doing this ...
Ranma leaped up, almost without noticing it, as a deadly bandana came flying his way. "Hey, Ryoga," he said, jumping down to where the boy was standing. "Long time no see. I see you haven´t lost your way out of town yet this week, and it´s what, wow, Wednesday..." Ryoga roared, and aimed a furious blow at Ranma´s head, but Ranma was already out of the way.
Ryoga calmed himself down. "So ... word has it you´re in a play, Ranma."
Ranma made a face. "Yeah, but don´t think I´m telling you where or when it´s on so you can come and laugh at me, pig-brain, it´s embarrassing enough already."
Ryoga didn´t seem to notice the insult. "In a play, opposite my dear Akane ..." he said, staring away into the distance.
Ranma leaped back up onto the fence. "Yeah, well you´re welcome to my part, pig-boy, I hate having to sing in front of people. Well, be seeing ya, I guess ..."
"Wait." Ryoga called. "You say you have no interest in taking part in the play?"
"You got that right," Ranma nodded. "But Pop says I have to do it, I dunno why, it´s not like he´s into theater or anything, so there´s no use in trying to get me to give you the part."
Ryoga smiled. "Hmph. Well, what if we told your father I had ... this?" he flourished a piece of paper.
"Great," Ranma said, sarcastically. "You feel like telling me what "this" is?"
""This" is a ticket to the annual "all-you-can-eat" buffet for the employees of the Japanese Map company," Ryoga announced, triumphantly.
Ranma blinked. "How come you´ve got a ticket?"
"They send out free tickets to their biggest customers," Ryoga said. "But that´s not the point. I know your father; he´ll do anything for free food. So how about it? You don´t want the part, but I do. Do we have a deal?"
Ranma jumped down from the fence. He took Ryoga´s hand. "Deal," he grinned.
"Hey, Pop," Ranma yelled, running in the door of the Tendo residence, "I got something for ya."
Genma came into view. What is it, Ranma? he wrote.
Ranma grinned. "I happen to have acquired a ticket to an "all-you-can- eat" buffet," he began.
Genma´s panda eyes widened, and he began to drool. Give it to me!!!!! he wrote, enthusiastically, grabbing his son by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Easy, Pop," Ranma said, shaking himself free. "Sure you can have it ... if you sign your name here," he produced a piece of paper, "on this dotted line right here."
Genma carried on drooling, but he knew his son. He eyed the paper suspiciously. What´s this? he signed.
"Oh, nothing much," Ranma said, innocently, "only a contract saying you agree it´s entirely up to me whether I take part in this stupid school play or not."
Genma grabbed his head in his paws and let out a roar of frustration.
"Just think of the buffet, Pop," Ranma said, slyly. "Think of all the food they´ll have there ... all you can eat ... that´s a lot of ramen ..."
Ganma grabbed Ranma´s contract. Give me that, he signed, furiously signing his name. After all, it´s only a stupid school play, he wrote. Now, where´s that ticket?!
"Pleasure doing business with you, Pop," Ranma said, evilly, as his father snatched the ticket, his eyes gleaming.
A/N: Haha! Another chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it, I´m starting chapter 3 any day now. Now, remember to REVIEEEEWW and tell me what you think, or if you have any ideas that you´d like to see in this story, or even if you don´t have anything interesting to say at all, coz I LOVE getting your reviews!!!! ^__^