When You're A Fool In Love
If I ever say anything about how long this fic is gonna be, don't take any notice of it! It was gonna be a three part romance/humour fic, but then I realized how much fun I could have with the story if I made it longer…so don't ask me how long this fic is gonna be. It all depends when I get bored of being an evil writer who loves to torment the Ranma characters because it's pure fun! ^_^
Do you think twelve-year-old girls who barely have enough money for a bus ticket, can own something like Ranma ½ ? Yeah, right.
Oh yeah, and I didn't say that Ryoga was weak because I hate him. In fact, I kind of hold some sort of respect for him, seeing how he's a lot like Ranma. But just remember that this is from Ranma's POV, so I had to write what I did. So all you people protesting out there, I'm just trying to get into character. ^_^
I'll try to make you guys happy…thanks for the positive feedback!
Chapter Two:
"…cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane…don't know when I'll be back again…"
The song lyrics drifted toward me as my alarm clock buzzed loudly, signaling the beginning of D-day. D for death. D for dread. D for date.
"Lucky you," I muttered, rolling over to catch more shut-eye before a more forceful, and very high-maintenance alarm clock – namely Akane – woke me up, via her fists. God, how I envied John Denver right now. The lucky a$$ had 'packed his bags' and was 'ready to go' and here I was, about to face the most horrendously humiliating experience of my sixteen years.
~ * ~ * ~
Oh, God. I'd done it again.
It was the one thing that I could count on. Even if an onslaught of hurricanes, floods, and every disaster known to man struck Nerima like Godzilla on a hunger strike, there was one thing that would never change in the history of mankind.
I'd pi$$ed off Akane. Again.
Damn my inability to keep my mouth closed at the worst possible moments, especially when Akane was experiencing her once-a-month thirst for innocent victims. The girl was on a first-name-basis with Satan when she was in one of her not-so-forgiving moods.
I fingered the swollen bump on my forehead, and brushed my damp, reddish hair out of my eyes, cursing the remarkable 'coincidence' that there always seemed to be cold water around whenever Akane was after my blood.
"Pig-tailed girl!"
I groaned, stopping in mid-stride long enough to witness Kuno's typical arrogant expression, before he almost knocked me over with the force of his eager embrace.
"Oh, my beloved pig-tailed girl. How I've missed you so…" he breathed, as shudders ran up and down my spine, my blood running cold. Too bad the feelings were one-sided. His affections toward me were enough to send me running for the nearest bathroom.
I fought to regain oxygen into my lungs, struggling to break free of Kuno's strong hold, as he pressed my face against his chest in pure bliss and whispered unwanted tendernesses toward me, seemingly oblivious that he was suffocating me to death.
"Shhh…" he soothed, patting my head like a proud owner of a dog as my air supply continued to run at a dangerously low level. "Don't speak."
It was a horrible way to die, even worst than the prospect of perishing at the ravenous claws of the felines of the dreaded neko-ken. Seeing my whole, somewhat miserable life, pass before my eyes, I managed to break free, gasping for air.
Kuno stopped his self-admiring words of worship, and stared at my blue face in shock.
"Who did this to you?!" he demanded, wrapping his arms around my shoulders protectively. "Who is the evil chicken fiend (AN: I have an obsession with evil chicken fiends. Bear with me) who had the nerve to do this to such a fair maiden as my pig-tailed girl? Fear not! For, I, Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, will surely protect you…!"
I stared at the cloudless sky with complete loathing.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
~ * ~ * ~
"I'm gonna have a field day," I muttered sarcastically, looking up from my lunch as Kodachi walked toward me with purposeful strides, taking full advantage of the fact that Akane was ignoring my completely.
I shot her a pleading gaze to come over here right now and have a jealous fit over Kodachi's 'friendly' behaviour, but Akane ignored me and turned away leaving me stranded with the Beast from the East already on its way. Make that, the Beast from the North, South, West //and\\ East.
"Ranma darling," Kodachi trilled, running her fingers through my dark hair. "How have you been?"
I gave her a weak smile.
Two Kunos in one day! Was there no mercy?
"I was just fine, Kodachi…" I murmured. "That is, until you came along."
Kodachi laughed her high-pitched cross-between-chainsaw-and-a-hyena-choking laugh, obviously not taking in the fact that I had just insulted her.
Panadol. I needed a Panadol. (AN: for those of you who don't reside in Australia, a Panadol is like an Advil and stops headaches.)
"Oh, Ranma my sweet," she purred, flashing me a shark-like smile. "You are //such\\ the comedian." Her fingers tightened in my hair, almost pulling out my pig-tail by the roots.
"Hehehe," I laughed nervously, carefully prying her claw-like fingers out of my hair. "I know, and you'd be great material for my act…one look at you and the audience would die laughing…"
My head pounded agonizingly where Kodachi had struck me at my last remark. I really needed to control my tongue and its evil ways. It was gonna kill me someday.
//That\\ was no surprise. Almost everybody I knew was trying to kill me these days.
~ * ~ * ~
I stared up at the fairly large building and braced myself for the worst to come.
"Hi Ranma…watcha doing?"
Nabiki popped out of nowhere, gazing at me with a quizzical look.
"I didn't think //you\\ were the dinner-and-dancing type." She arched an eyebrow carefully and I wondered how she could always find me at the worst times possible.
"Um…" I tried to find a good excuse, and failed miserably as Nabiki clucked her tongue and gave me a knowing wink.
"Going out on dates behind my sister's back. Tsk , tsk. What would dear, sweet Akane say about that?"
I felt my cheeks go red and I waved my hands in front of my face in protest. "No! It's not what it looks like…see, some crazy girl somehow stole Mr. Fuzzy Bunny…and…"
"Sure…" Nabiki drew out the words slowly. "Mr. Fuzzy Bunny. That's a good one, Ranma." She turned on her heel and walked away, to my relief. "This'll be our little secret," she called. "But don't let me catch you doing this again, okay? Akane's got some pretty fine people going after her too, y'know."
I sighed, and banged my head against the brick wall in humiliation.
@ God, Ranma. If you ever get out of this alive, just…try to regain as much of your dignity as possible. @
Somehow, I knew it was never gonna happen.
"Ranma?"
I turned at the familiar face and groaned as Akane stared at me, banging my head like I was possessed. As if I didn't get enough bumps and bruises to serve me a life-time!
"Akane…what are you doing here?" I stammered, shocked. This was not happening…this was //not\\ happening. She couldn't know about Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! Anybody but her…
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, a confused expression on her face, and she reached into her pocket to reveal familiar long, grey ears and a goofy buck-toothed grin.
"Is this yours?" she asked, pinching the ears between her thumb and index, and waved it in front of my face.
I was aghast. How could Akane know about my long-time childhood friend. It just wasn't possible!
I fought to regain my dignity and searched for a remark that would make me feel a little less inferior.
"But…but," I spluttered. "It clearly emphasized //girl!\\"
*WHAM!!!*
~ * ~ * ~
Third Person (Well, this is the only time the POV changed in this chapter. In the rest of the story, it will remain mostly Ranma, give or take a few Ryogas, Kunos, Kodachis and Akanes.)
Nabiki winced as knuckle hit nose in a forceful blow, and she ducked behind the wall to make sure that her sister didn't see her watching the little Ranma-bashing that was taking place.
With a sigh, Nabiki shook her head. Her plan had gone so perfectly.
Who would've known Akane's temper would get in the way?
Oh well. The rest of the night wasn't over yet…
~ * ~ * ~
That's the end of that chapter! What has Nabiki got in store for the rest of the night? Read later chapters to find out, but for now…r+r plz!
More action next chapter. Not much in this one, but I promise you…humour, action and romance to come!
If I ever say anything about how long this fic is gonna be, don't take any notice of it! It was gonna be a three part romance/humour fic, but then I realized how much fun I could have with the story if I made it longer…so don't ask me how long this fic is gonna be. It all depends when I get bored of being an evil writer who loves to torment the Ranma characters because it's pure fun! ^_^
Do you think twelve-year-old girls who barely have enough money for a bus ticket, can own something like Ranma ½ ? Yeah, right.
Oh yeah, and I didn't say that Ryoga was weak because I hate him. In fact, I kind of hold some sort of respect for him, seeing how he's a lot like Ranma. But just remember that this is from Ranma's POV, so I had to write what I did. So all you people protesting out there, I'm just trying to get into character. ^_^
I'll try to make you guys happy…thanks for the positive feedback!
Chapter Two:
"…cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane…don't know when I'll be back again…"
The song lyrics drifted toward me as my alarm clock buzzed loudly, signaling the beginning of D-day. D for death. D for dread. D for date.
"Lucky you," I muttered, rolling over to catch more shut-eye before a more forceful, and very high-maintenance alarm clock – namely Akane – woke me up, via her fists. God, how I envied John Denver right now. The lucky a$$ had 'packed his bags' and was 'ready to go' and here I was, about to face the most horrendously humiliating experience of my sixteen years.
~ * ~ * ~
Oh, God. I'd done it again.
It was the one thing that I could count on. Even if an onslaught of hurricanes, floods, and every disaster known to man struck Nerima like Godzilla on a hunger strike, there was one thing that would never change in the history of mankind.
I'd pi$$ed off Akane. Again.
Damn my inability to keep my mouth closed at the worst possible moments, especially when Akane was experiencing her once-a-month thirst for innocent victims. The girl was on a first-name-basis with Satan when she was in one of her not-so-forgiving moods.
I fingered the swollen bump on my forehead, and brushed my damp, reddish hair out of my eyes, cursing the remarkable 'coincidence' that there always seemed to be cold water around whenever Akane was after my blood.
"Pig-tailed girl!"
I groaned, stopping in mid-stride long enough to witness Kuno's typical arrogant expression, before he almost knocked me over with the force of his eager embrace.
"Oh, my beloved pig-tailed girl. How I've missed you so…" he breathed, as shudders ran up and down my spine, my blood running cold. Too bad the feelings were one-sided. His affections toward me were enough to send me running for the nearest bathroom.
I fought to regain oxygen into my lungs, struggling to break free of Kuno's strong hold, as he pressed my face against his chest in pure bliss and whispered unwanted tendernesses toward me, seemingly oblivious that he was suffocating me to death.
"Shhh…" he soothed, patting my head like a proud owner of a dog as my air supply continued to run at a dangerously low level. "Don't speak."
It was a horrible way to die, even worst than the prospect of perishing at the ravenous claws of the felines of the dreaded neko-ken. Seeing my whole, somewhat miserable life, pass before my eyes, I managed to break free, gasping for air.
Kuno stopped his self-admiring words of worship, and stared at my blue face in shock.
"Who did this to you?!" he demanded, wrapping his arms around my shoulders protectively. "Who is the evil chicken fiend (AN: I have an obsession with evil chicken fiends. Bear with me) who had the nerve to do this to such a fair maiden as my pig-tailed girl? Fear not! For, I, Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, will surely protect you…!"
I stared at the cloudless sky with complete loathing.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
~ * ~ * ~
"I'm gonna have a field day," I muttered sarcastically, looking up from my lunch as Kodachi walked toward me with purposeful strides, taking full advantage of the fact that Akane was ignoring my completely.
I shot her a pleading gaze to come over here right now and have a jealous fit over Kodachi's 'friendly' behaviour, but Akane ignored me and turned away leaving me stranded with the Beast from the East already on its way. Make that, the Beast from the North, South, West //and\\ East.
"Ranma darling," Kodachi trilled, running her fingers through my dark hair. "How have you been?"
I gave her a weak smile.
Two Kunos in one day! Was there no mercy?
"I was just fine, Kodachi…" I murmured. "That is, until you came along."
Kodachi laughed her high-pitched cross-between-chainsaw-and-a-hyena-choking laugh, obviously not taking in the fact that I had just insulted her.
Panadol. I needed a Panadol. (AN: for those of you who don't reside in Australia, a Panadol is like an Advil and stops headaches.)
"Oh, Ranma my sweet," she purred, flashing me a shark-like smile. "You are //such\\ the comedian." Her fingers tightened in my hair, almost pulling out my pig-tail by the roots.
"Hehehe," I laughed nervously, carefully prying her claw-like fingers out of my hair. "I know, and you'd be great material for my act…one look at you and the audience would die laughing…"
My head pounded agonizingly where Kodachi had struck me at my last remark. I really needed to control my tongue and its evil ways. It was gonna kill me someday.
//That\\ was no surprise. Almost everybody I knew was trying to kill me these days.
~ * ~ * ~
I stared up at the fairly large building and braced myself for the worst to come.
"Hi Ranma…watcha doing?"
Nabiki popped out of nowhere, gazing at me with a quizzical look.
"I didn't think //you\\ were the dinner-and-dancing type." She arched an eyebrow carefully and I wondered how she could always find me at the worst times possible.
"Um…" I tried to find a good excuse, and failed miserably as Nabiki clucked her tongue and gave me a knowing wink.
"Going out on dates behind my sister's back. Tsk , tsk. What would dear, sweet Akane say about that?"
I felt my cheeks go red and I waved my hands in front of my face in protest. "No! It's not what it looks like…see, some crazy girl somehow stole Mr. Fuzzy Bunny…and…"
"Sure…" Nabiki drew out the words slowly. "Mr. Fuzzy Bunny. That's a good one, Ranma." She turned on her heel and walked away, to my relief. "This'll be our little secret," she called. "But don't let me catch you doing this again, okay? Akane's got some pretty fine people going after her too, y'know."
I sighed, and banged my head against the brick wall in humiliation.
@ God, Ranma. If you ever get out of this alive, just…try to regain as much of your dignity as possible. @
Somehow, I knew it was never gonna happen.
"Ranma?"
I turned at the familiar face and groaned as Akane stared at me, banging my head like I was possessed. As if I didn't get enough bumps and bruises to serve me a life-time!
"Akane…what are you doing here?" I stammered, shocked. This was not happening…this was //not\\ happening. She couldn't know about Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! Anybody but her…
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, a confused expression on her face, and she reached into her pocket to reveal familiar long, grey ears and a goofy buck-toothed grin.
"Is this yours?" she asked, pinching the ears between her thumb and index, and waved it in front of my face.
I was aghast. How could Akane know about my long-time childhood friend. It just wasn't possible!
I fought to regain my dignity and searched for a remark that would make me feel a little less inferior.
"But…but," I spluttered. "It clearly emphasized //girl!\\"
*WHAM!!!*
~ * ~ * ~
Third Person (Well, this is the only time the POV changed in this chapter. In the rest of the story, it will remain mostly Ranma, give or take a few Ryogas, Kunos, Kodachis and Akanes.)
Nabiki winced as knuckle hit nose in a forceful blow, and she ducked behind the wall to make sure that her sister didn't see her watching the little Ranma-bashing that was taking place.
With a sigh, Nabiki shook her head. Her plan had gone so perfectly.
Who would've known Akane's temper would get in the way?
Oh well. The rest of the night wasn't over yet…
~ * ~ * ~
That's the end of that chapter! What has Nabiki got in store for the rest of the night? Read later chapters to find out, but for now…r+r plz!
More action next chapter. Not much in this one, but I promise you…humour, action and romance to come!