Akane the Suicidal
"Cheer up, Ranma, it's not that bad," Nodoka chided to the slouching redhead.
"You're not going to act all depressed the whole day because of this, are you?" Akane enquired, feeling her own attitude drop lower and lower to meet Ranma's. Akane prefered not to let things get her down, unlike Ranma, apparently.
"It's chafing," Ranma replied simply, picking at her red Chinese shirt, along with what was under it.
"You get used to it," Nodoka stated, factually, "And you'll thank me later on."
"You wouldn't be recieving my thanks if you'ld just let me get some hot water."
"I guess I've tortured you long enough," the Saotome Matriarch stated with a wistful sigh. She blinked, recalling something, "Speaking of time, your father hasn't returned yet. Do you think that young man killed him?"
"Na," Ranma retorted, non-plussed, and left for the kitchen, "Pop's too good at running away."
"Good point. I do wish he wouldn't take so long returning, although." Ranma's other dusted herself off, before coming to standing, "Well, I'm afraid I must be off to complete some errands at our home."
"Huh?" both Ranma and Akane asked at the same time, just as Ranma was walking back in with a hot kettle.
"Well, I have to get some things prepared if you're going to move in." Ranma stared at her mother, not quite comprehending the mixed feelings her mother's announcement struck in her. "oh, and your father," Nodoka added as an afterthought.
"Oh." Akane didn't miss the downtrodden response from Ranma, "I'll walk you outside then, Mom. I feel like taking a few breaths of fresh air, anyhow." Ranma quickly removed her shirt, and underlying bra, and quickly dumped the hot water onto her, now his, head. Ignoring the appreciative glances Akane was giving him to tease him, and his mother's chuckling, he motioned them both to the door.
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"Ten-Dou Dojo..." Ryoga turned back around, "Are you sure Ranma's... Mr. Saotome?" Ryoga's sight was met with a damp panda playing with a beachball. Growling about cowardliness running in the family, the bandanna-clad boy leapted onto the wall, then the roof of the dojo, and then the roof of the house. He found his nemesis escorting that respectable looking woman that had attepted to help him out, along with the girl he callously belittled to the front gate. Filled with seething rage of Ranma attempting to skip out on their second duel, and his ill presense among the two women, Ryoga launched his attack.
"RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!"
The pigtailed boy sighed, "I'll see you later, Mom. I have to get rid of this idiot before he wrecks the place or something."
"Very well, dear, I'll keep an eye on Akane while you're out socializing with that young man."
"Thank you, Mrs. Saotome, but I can take care of myself," Akane replied, respectibly.
Ranma leapt into the air, just as Ryoga crashed into the spot he had been standing, "QUIT RUNNING, YOU COWARD!" He launched himself after the pigtailed boy post-haste, not wanting him out of his sight.
"Of course you can," Nodoka stated, not at all paying attention to the scene of intended homicide on her son, "But if you would just humor my dear son, I'm afraid he's been on edge."
Akane brushed her hair back, allowing her exasperated smirk to show, "Tell me about it!"
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Ranma faded back from another umbrella jab, and leapt backwards onto another rooftop, with Ryoga hotly following in pursuit, "You know? This is going to probably become tiring, if you keep attempting to ambush me."
"SHUT UP, STAND STILL, AND DIE!"
Ranma suddenly stopped, staring obliviously at the umbrella tip heading for his face. Ryoga's face grew extremely surprised at Ranma obeying the command, but wasn't about to let that stop him.
At the last moment, Ranma's eyes went wide, as he viciously ducked from the strike, just barely managing to scratch him, and then leapt high into the air to another rooftop, "Aw cripes! SHE'S RUBBING OFF ON ME!"
"HOW DARE YOU TEASE ME LIKE THAT, RANMA!!!" Ryoga leapt into the air to keep the pressure on his tormenter. Ranma turned around while still rising, and tilted to the side from Ryoga's rising ax kick. Ranma idly swung an arm under Ryoga's other leg, causing him to lose balance in the air.
Ranma landed easily in the alleyway, while Ryoga landed head first. "Why don't we just talk this out like gentlemen," Ranma suggested, while using Ryoga's prone body as a seat.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT!"
"Obviously you blame me for something that obviously I have no clue about," Ranma mused, crossing one leg over the other. He looked down at Ryoga's face with a contemplative expression, "Would you please fill me in on this?"
"DON'T YOU DARE ACT INNOCENT-"
"Geez, what is it with you and shouting?" Ranma asked, removing the trashcan lid he had just used to slam into Ryoga's face.
Ryoga remained unphased, "IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT MY LIFE'S HELL!!!"
"At least I'm spreading the joy of my own torment around," Ranma replied with a slight chuckle, before adding, "Even if I was doing it before the fact."
"HOW DARE YOU COMPARE YOUR MEAGER TURMOILS TO MINE!"
"Meager?" Ranma repeated with slight incredulousness, before he regained his composure, "You used 'turmoils' out of connotation."
"SHUT UP, RANMA, AND LET ME UP SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO A PULP!!!"
"Let's compare notes," Ranma stated, as he removed the sole of his shoe from Ryoga's face, "I'm currently being railroaded into an unwanted marraige with a girl determined to kill herself, but more likely to do me in, during the process. I have a father that had made my life a good deal of Hell, prior, and I've found out my Mom's about as insane as my fiancee, and my life was almost in jeapordy from my Mom in the first place, between the contract she made with my father and my curse. Oh yeah, and I got this crook in my shoulder that's been driving me up the wall." Ranma then turned and addressed the slowly recovering Ryoga. "How's life been treating you?"
"You...." Ryoga growled, "You want to talk about curses? I-" Ryoga stopped quickly, before revealing too much to a seemingly unconcerned Ranma. "You don't deserve a girl like your fiancee, if all you can do is belittle her!"
"I guess you're right," Ranma replied, shrugging his shoulders. Ranma leaned to the side, dodging a bandanna shiruken, before back kicking Ryoga into a brick wall. "I'll tell you what," Ranma replied, leaning against the same wall Ryoga was imbedded in; Ranma hadn't even noticed how his skills had improved since he had been forced to watch over Akane, "Ryoga, ol' buddy. I guess I just need a rest from it all. This is just a task that no one could possibly handle."
"Quit acting like an old man, Ranma! You're whining's getting on all my nerves."
"Ryoga, you say I've made your life a living Hell?" Ranma chuckled, as he crossed one leg over the other, and stuck his hands into his pockets, while looking up into the sky. "Looks like rain," he said, idly.
Ryoga baulked at the comment, but refocused back on his anger, "Ranma, you sound like a girl!"
Ranma barely acknowledged the barb, "What, you think you can manage my problems any better?"
"Of course!" Ryoga retorted, "They're nothing compared to mine!"
"Of course they aren't," Ranma replied, forming a grin on his face, "I'll tell you what..."
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"Would it be okay if I came to visit Ranma often?" Akane asked, a bit concerned about her fiance moving.
"I don't see why not? You two get along so well as a couple." Nodoka replied, looking at Akane over her tea. The youngest Tendou daughter blushed at the comment. At least she would be able to see Ranma still in the last few moments or so of her life.
"I'm back," Ranma announced, entering through the front door. He removed his shoes, and grabbed his guest by the front of his shirt, before he could wander off. He led the fanged-boy to the dining room, and forced him to sit down next to a puzzled Akane.
"Ah... hi," Ryoga replied, not sure what to make of this situation.
Ranma walked into the kitchen, where he spotted Kasumi toiling about. She jolted, as Ranma patted her twice on the shoulder; she froze when she saw the relieved and almost giddy smile on his face. That expression reminded her all too well of the one she wore, the day they had unloaded their biggest problem onto Ranma.
"Somebody else's problem, now" Ranma stated with a triumphant tone, as he retrieved an apple from the refrigerator, "Kasumi, what're we having for dinner?"
"Cheer up, Ranma, it's not that bad," Nodoka chided to the slouching redhead.
"You're not going to act all depressed the whole day because of this, are you?" Akane enquired, feeling her own attitude drop lower and lower to meet Ranma's. Akane prefered not to let things get her down, unlike Ranma, apparently.
"It's chafing," Ranma replied simply, picking at her red Chinese shirt, along with what was under it.
"You get used to it," Nodoka stated, factually, "And you'll thank me later on."
"You wouldn't be recieving my thanks if you'ld just let me get some hot water."
"I guess I've tortured you long enough," the Saotome Matriarch stated with a wistful sigh. She blinked, recalling something, "Speaking of time, your father hasn't returned yet. Do you think that young man killed him?"
"Na," Ranma retorted, non-plussed, and left for the kitchen, "Pop's too good at running away."
"Good point. I do wish he wouldn't take so long returning, although." Ranma's other dusted herself off, before coming to standing, "Well, I'm afraid I must be off to complete some errands at our home."
"Huh?" both Ranma and Akane asked at the same time, just as Ranma was walking back in with a hot kettle.
"Well, I have to get some things prepared if you're going to move in." Ranma stared at her mother, not quite comprehending the mixed feelings her mother's announcement struck in her. "oh, and your father," Nodoka added as an afterthought.
"Oh." Akane didn't miss the downtrodden response from Ranma, "I'll walk you outside then, Mom. I feel like taking a few breaths of fresh air, anyhow." Ranma quickly removed her shirt, and underlying bra, and quickly dumped the hot water onto her, now his, head. Ignoring the appreciative glances Akane was giving him to tease him, and his mother's chuckling, he motioned them both to the door.
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"Ten-Dou Dojo..." Ryoga turned back around, "Are you sure Ranma's... Mr. Saotome?" Ryoga's sight was met with a damp panda playing with a beachball. Growling about cowardliness running in the family, the bandanna-clad boy leapted onto the wall, then the roof of the dojo, and then the roof of the house. He found his nemesis escorting that respectable looking woman that had attepted to help him out, along with the girl he callously belittled to the front gate. Filled with seething rage of Ranma attempting to skip out on their second duel, and his ill presense among the two women, Ryoga launched his attack.
"RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!"
The pigtailed boy sighed, "I'll see you later, Mom. I have to get rid of this idiot before he wrecks the place or something."
"Very well, dear, I'll keep an eye on Akane while you're out socializing with that young man."
"Thank you, Mrs. Saotome, but I can take care of myself," Akane replied, respectibly.
Ranma leapt into the air, just as Ryoga crashed into the spot he had been standing, "QUIT RUNNING, YOU COWARD!" He launched himself after the pigtailed boy post-haste, not wanting him out of his sight.
"Of course you can," Nodoka stated, not at all paying attention to the scene of intended homicide on her son, "But if you would just humor my dear son, I'm afraid he's been on edge."
Akane brushed her hair back, allowing her exasperated smirk to show, "Tell me about it!"
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Ranma faded back from another umbrella jab, and leapt backwards onto another rooftop, with Ryoga hotly following in pursuit, "You know? This is going to probably become tiring, if you keep attempting to ambush me."
"SHUT UP, STAND STILL, AND DIE!"
Ranma suddenly stopped, staring obliviously at the umbrella tip heading for his face. Ryoga's face grew extremely surprised at Ranma obeying the command, but wasn't about to let that stop him.
At the last moment, Ranma's eyes went wide, as he viciously ducked from the strike, just barely managing to scratch him, and then leapt high into the air to another rooftop, "Aw cripes! SHE'S RUBBING OFF ON ME!"
"HOW DARE YOU TEASE ME LIKE THAT, RANMA!!!" Ryoga leapt into the air to keep the pressure on his tormenter. Ranma turned around while still rising, and tilted to the side from Ryoga's rising ax kick. Ranma idly swung an arm under Ryoga's other leg, causing him to lose balance in the air.
Ranma landed easily in the alleyway, while Ryoga landed head first. "Why don't we just talk this out like gentlemen," Ranma suggested, while using Ryoga's prone body as a seat.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT!"
"Obviously you blame me for something that obviously I have no clue about," Ranma mused, crossing one leg over the other. He looked down at Ryoga's face with a contemplative expression, "Would you please fill me in on this?"
"DON'T YOU DARE ACT INNOCENT-"
"Geez, what is it with you and shouting?" Ranma asked, removing the trashcan lid he had just used to slam into Ryoga's face.
Ryoga remained unphased, "IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT MY LIFE'S HELL!!!"
"At least I'm spreading the joy of my own torment around," Ranma replied with a slight chuckle, before adding, "Even if I was doing it before the fact."
"HOW DARE YOU COMPARE YOUR MEAGER TURMOILS TO MINE!"
"Meager?" Ranma repeated with slight incredulousness, before he regained his composure, "You used 'turmoils' out of connotation."
"SHUT UP, RANMA, AND LET ME UP SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO A PULP!!!"
"Let's compare notes," Ranma stated, as he removed the sole of his shoe from Ryoga's face, "I'm currently being railroaded into an unwanted marraige with a girl determined to kill herself, but more likely to do me in, during the process. I have a father that had made my life a good deal of Hell, prior, and I've found out my Mom's about as insane as my fiancee, and my life was almost in jeapordy from my Mom in the first place, between the contract she made with my father and my curse. Oh yeah, and I got this crook in my shoulder that's been driving me up the wall." Ranma then turned and addressed the slowly recovering Ryoga. "How's life been treating you?"
"You...." Ryoga growled, "You want to talk about curses? I-" Ryoga stopped quickly, before revealing too much to a seemingly unconcerned Ranma. "You don't deserve a girl like your fiancee, if all you can do is belittle her!"
"I guess you're right," Ranma replied, shrugging his shoulders. Ranma leaned to the side, dodging a bandanna shiruken, before back kicking Ryoga into a brick wall. "I'll tell you what," Ranma replied, leaning against the same wall Ryoga was imbedded in; Ranma hadn't even noticed how his skills had improved since he had been forced to watch over Akane, "Ryoga, ol' buddy. I guess I just need a rest from it all. This is just a task that no one could possibly handle."
"Quit acting like an old man, Ranma! You're whining's getting on all my nerves."
"Ryoga, you say I've made your life a living Hell?" Ranma chuckled, as he crossed one leg over the other, and stuck his hands into his pockets, while looking up into the sky. "Looks like rain," he said, idly.
Ryoga baulked at the comment, but refocused back on his anger, "Ranma, you sound like a girl!"
Ranma barely acknowledged the barb, "What, you think you can manage my problems any better?"
"Of course!" Ryoga retorted, "They're nothing compared to mine!"
"Of course they aren't," Ranma replied, forming a grin on his face, "I'll tell you what..."
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"Would it be okay if I came to visit Ranma often?" Akane asked, a bit concerned about her fiance moving.
"I don't see why not? You two get along so well as a couple." Nodoka replied, looking at Akane over her tea. The youngest Tendou daughter blushed at the comment. At least she would be able to see Ranma still in the last few moments or so of her life.
"I'm back," Ranma announced, entering through the front door. He removed his shoes, and grabbed his guest by the front of his shirt, before he could wander off. He led the fanged-boy to the dining room, and forced him to sit down next to a puzzled Akane.
"Ah... hi," Ryoga replied, not sure what to make of this situation.
Ranma walked into the kitchen, where he spotted Kasumi toiling about. She jolted, as Ranma patted her twice on the shoulder; she froze when she saw the relieved and almost giddy smile on his face. That expression reminded her all too well of the one she wore, the day they had unloaded their biggest problem onto Ranma.
"Somebody else's problem, now" Ranma stated with a triumphant tone, as he retrieved an apple from the refrigerator, "Kasumi, what're we having for dinner?"