Everything You Want
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Ranma ½....... Rumiko Takahashi does. Author's Note: Because I've only read the comics and watched the movies (not the series), some of the stuff I may write might seem a little... skewed, so don't flame me or anything if the events aren't right.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapter 3
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Ryoga squealed in fear, the discovery of his curse imminent. 'No! Of all the buildings I had to crash into, why Ukyo's?!' The black piglet's legs waved frantically in the air as he tried to right himself before Ukyo grabbed him. But unfortunately, she did just that.
"C'mon, sugar, I'm going to take you inside for a while. I'll see what I can do to help you," Ukyo told him as she cradled him carefully in her arms and strode inside the building. Inside, the air was cool, and the room completely empty. Ukyo took him in and laid him on a table, where she sat in one of the chairs. "So, little guy, here's what I'm gonna do," Ukyo said in a conversational tone. "I'm gonna take you back to Akane's as soon as my day is done, okay?"
Ryoga bweed wildly. 'No, no, NO!' he thought frantically. 'I can't see her now! Not after what happened today!' Another brief spell of anguish flowed over him, but quickly vanished in the rush of adrenaline.
Ukyo grinned wryly. "You don't wanna go, huh? I suppose so. Does she try to feed you that mess that she cooks that she calls 'food'? If so, I'd never wanna go back if I were you." She smiled, and said, "So how about I feed you, and take you back after? I'll tell Akane that I fed you already."
Ryoga's only reply was a short, angered bwee. 'How dare you insult Akane's cooking! Even if it is a little bad....' Ryoga shook his ebon head gently. 'Anyway, I think I can probably escape before she takes me back. And if not... well, let's just not think about that.'
Ukyo carried Ryoga away under one arm, absentmindedly scratching his head with her other hand. She carried him to the back of the kitchen, and lay him on a pile of old newspapers. Ukyo bustled over to where there were a couple okonomiyakis cooking on the griddle, and using her spatula swept them onto a plate. 'Well, those were for me, but I guess Akane's pig can have them.' The brunette carried the food over to where the piglet was resting, and set it in front of him.
"Okay, then!" Ukyo started, but was interrupted by the door's bell dinging, then the door itself banging shut. "Oh, customers!" she exclaimed. "Stay here until I'm done, okay?" she commanded gently. "Just eat your food and be a good piglet." Then she raced out to greet the potential diners.
Ryoga sighed gustily, and lay down on the newspaper. 'When I make my escape,' he contemplated as he finished half an okonomiyaki, 'it'll have to be when she's busiest. She won't notice me, just a little pig, getting away. It may take a little while, so I better do something useful while I wait.' And with that, he rolled over and took a nap.
* * *
Ukyo was exhausted. She had spent all day serving and cooking okonomiyaki, and during her short, less-than-five-minute break she had found Akane's pig, who seemed to have had a mild concussion from running into her restaurant. 'What was the pig's name again?' she wondered as she placed two plates in front of a particularly hungry customer. 'Piggers? Oinkster? No wait, that is definitely wrong. It was something-chan. D-Chan? B-Chan? No, it was P-Chan. There we go.' Ukyo walked briskly back to the grill, where she immediately started a fish okonomiyaki for another customer. 'It seems like that pig-no, P-Chan-is smarter than it-he-seems. He actually seemed to understand what I said, even staying quiet while I spoke and replying when I finished. Either that-' Ukyo smirked-'or the pig has this urge to make noise when I'm not.' She laughed a little, and swiped the now finished okonomiyaki onto a small plate. She carried over to the man who ordered it, and walked back to her griddle. Before starting the next one, she looked around the room. There were only a handful of people left, and only one, a particularly sick looking old woman, was waiting for food. 'What time is it?' Her honey-brown eyes gazed at the clock briefly. 'Five fifty already?' she thought, astonished. 'Time sure has flown.' She quickly made the order for the woman, and brought it over to her.
Ukyo had just turned around and entered the kitchen when the aged lady called after her, "Dear-" she coughed midway-"Could you please bring me a kettle of hot water to help my throat? It's feeling-"*cough cough* "- terrible, and I'm sure some hot water would-" *cough cough* "-help."
"Of course!" Ukyo exclaimed. She rushed into the kitchen, and her footsteps woke P-Chan, who bweed drowsily. "Sorry," she apologized quickly, and hurried about getting a kettle of hot water. When steam came out of the kettle, she grabbed it by its carved handle, and snatched a clean mug from the counter. She brought it over to the coughing woman, and watched her, a little worried.
The woman poured two cups of water, and drained both in a couple seconds. "Thanks, dear," she told Ukyo, and quickly left the restaurant, coughing all the while.
Ukyo sighed, and relaxed. 'Finally! The day is over! Now all I have to do is take P-Chan back to Akane.' Ukyo slowly walked around the last few customers' tables, picking up their soiled plates, glasses, and eating utensils. She stacked them in her arms, and then went over to the woman's table. She picked up the kettle of still-hot water, and took them into the kitchen, barely able to see over the stack of plates. Then she heard a loud CRACK in the kitchen.
'Oh no! P-Chan!' she thought anxiously. 'I hope nothing bad happened! Now let's just hope I don't drop this all....'
* * *
Ryoga arose from his slumber at Ukyo's footsteps, and after she left, jumped with a start. 'What time is it?!' he wondered frantically, and looked at the clock. 'Six o'clock!' He squealed nervously. 'Closing time! Ukyo will be taking me to Akane's soon!' He started sprinting towards the doorway when a loud crash sounded behind him. He turned his head around, still running forwards, to see that he had kicked over the plate. 'If it's broken, oh well. I really have to escape while I can.' Ryoga turned his head back around, to see a pair of long legs walking quickly inside, the owner's head being covered behind a slew of plates. He was running to fast to stop in time, so he merely closed his eyes. 'This is going to hurt....'
* * *
Ukyo strode briskly into the kitchen, her view blocked by the plates. 'Please let nothing bad have happened to the-' She didn't get a chance to finish the thought, for a small, quick moving something collided into her legs. As Ukyo fell down, she uttered a single strangled shriek, but the sound was nothing compared to the shattering of plates, the metallic clang of the kettle hitting the ground, the splashing of water, and the squealing of a pig as hot water fell on him. Soon, everything became oddly silent as the squealing abruptly stopped. 'Oh no! Did P-Chan get hurt?' Ukyo shut her eyes, fearing the most, and groped out with her hands to find the piglet. "P-Chan?" she asked hesitantly. Then her right hand came in contact with a nose-a very un-piglike nose. A very human nose. 'What?' Ukyo's eyelids quickly shot up, a confused expression clearly on her face. But it vanished the moment she saw what-who-she had grabbed the nose of, and was replaced by a look of horror. Ukyo shrieked even louder than before, and was joined by, not the squealing of a piglet, but the screaming of a man.
Ryoga Hibiki was lying naked on her floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is amazingly short too. Ugh. It gets better though. Anyway, what did you think? Please review! ~ AmberWings
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Ranma ½....... Rumiko Takahashi does. Author's Note: Because I've only read the comics and watched the movies (not the series), some of the stuff I may write might seem a little... skewed, so don't flame me or anything if the events aren't right.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapter 3
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Ryoga squealed in fear, the discovery of his curse imminent. 'No! Of all the buildings I had to crash into, why Ukyo's?!' The black piglet's legs waved frantically in the air as he tried to right himself before Ukyo grabbed him. But unfortunately, she did just that.
"C'mon, sugar, I'm going to take you inside for a while. I'll see what I can do to help you," Ukyo told him as she cradled him carefully in her arms and strode inside the building. Inside, the air was cool, and the room completely empty. Ukyo took him in and laid him on a table, where she sat in one of the chairs. "So, little guy, here's what I'm gonna do," Ukyo said in a conversational tone. "I'm gonna take you back to Akane's as soon as my day is done, okay?"
Ryoga bweed wildly. 'No, no, NO!' he thought frantically. 'I can't see her now! Not after what happened today!' Another brief spell of anguish flowed over him, but quickly vanished in the rush of adrenaline.
Ukyo grinned wryly. "You don't wanna go, huh? I suppose so. Does she try to feed you that mess that she cooks that she calls 'food'? If so, I'd never wanna go back if I were you." She smiled, and said, "So how about I feed you, and take you back after? I'll tell Akane that I fed you already."
Ryoga's only reply was a short, angered bwee. 'How dare you insult Akane's cooking! Even if it is a little bad....' Ryoga shook his ebon head gently. 'Anyway, I think I can probably escape before she takes me back. And if not... well, let's just not think about that.'
Ukyo carried Ryoga away under one arm, absentmindedly scratching his head with her other hand. She carried him to the back of the kitchen, and lay him on a pile of old newspapers. Ukyo bustled over to where there were a couple okonomiyakis cooking on the griddle, and using her spatula swept them onto a plate. 'Well, those were for me, but I guess Akane's pig can have them.' The brunette carried the food over to where the piglet was resting, and set it in front of him.
"Okay, then!" Ukyo started, but was interrupted by the door's bell dinging, then the door itself banging shut. "Oh, customers!" she exclaimed. "Stay here until I'm done, okay?" she commanded gently. "Just eat your food and be a good piglet." Then she raced out to greet the potential diners.
Ryoga sighed gustily, and lay down on the newspaper. 'When I make my escape,' he contemplated as he finished half an okonomiyaki, 'it'll have to be when she's busiest. She won't notice me, just a little pig, getting away. It may take a little while, so I better do something useful while I wait.' And with that, he rolled over and took a nap.
* * *
Ukyo was exhausted. She had spent all day serving and cooking okonomiyaki, and during her short, less-than-five-minute break she had found Akane's pig, who seemed to have had a mild concussion from running into her restaurant. 'What was the pig's name again?' she wondered as she placed two plates in front of a particularly hungry customer. 'Piggers? Oinkster? No wait, that is definitely wrong. It was something-chan. D-Chan? B-Chan? No, it was P-Chan. There we go.' Ukyo walked briskly back to the grill, where she immediately started a fish okonomiyaki for another customer. 'It seems like that pig-no, P-Chan-is smarter than it-he-seems. He actually seemed to understand what I said, even staying quiet while I spoke and replying when I finished. Either that-' Ukyo smirked-'or the pig has this urge to make noise when I'm not.' She laughed a little, and swiped the now finished okonomiyaki onto a small plate. She carried over to the man who ordered it, and walked back to her griddle. Before starting the next one, she looked around the room. There were only a handful of people left, and only one, a particularly sick looking old woman, was waiting for food. 'What time is it?' Her honey-brown eyes gazed at the clock briefly. 'Five fifty already?' she thought, astonished. 'Time sure has flown.' She quickly made the order for the woman, and brought it over to her.
Ukyo had just turned around and entered the kitchen when the aged lady called after her, "Dear-" she coughed midway-"Could you please bring me a kettle of hot water to help my throat? It's feeling-"*cough cough* "- terrible, and I'm sure some hot water would-" *cough cough* "-help."
"Of course!" Ukyo exclaimed. She rushed into the kitchen, and her footsteps woke P-Chan, who bweed drowsily. "Sorry," she apologized quickly, and hurried about getting a kettle of hot water. When steam came out of the kettle, she grabbed it by its carved handle, and snatched a clean mug from the counter. She brought it over to the coughing woman, and watched her, a little worried.
The woman poured two cups of water, and drained both in a couple seconds. "Thanks, dear," she told Ukyo, and quickly left the restaurant, coughing all the while.
Ukyo sighed, and relaxed. 'Finally! The day is over! Now all I have to do is take P-Chan back to Akane.' Ukyo slowly walked around the last few customers' tables, picking up their soiled plates, glasses, and eating utensils. She stacked them in her arms, and then went over to the woman's table. She picked up the kettle of still-hot water, and took them into the kitchen, barely able to see over the stack of plates. Then she heard a loud CRACK in the kitchen.
'Oh no! P-Chan!' she thought anxiously. 'I hope nothing bad happened! Now let's just hope I don't drop this all....'
* * *
Ryoga arose from his slumber at Ukyo's footsteps, and after she left, jumped with a start. 'What time is it?!' he wondered frantically, and looked at the clock. 'Six o'clock!' He squealed nervously. 'Closing time! Ukyo will be taking me to Akane's soon!' He started sprinting towards the doorway when a loud crash sounded behind him. He turned his head around, still running forwards, to see that he had kicked over the plate. 'If it's broken, oh well. I really have to escape while I can.' Ryoga turned his head back around, to see a pair of long legs walking quickly inside, the owner's head being covered behind a slew of plates. He was running to fast to stop in time, so he merely closed his eyes. 'This is going to hurt....'
* * *
Ukyo strode briskly into the kitchen, her view blocked by the plates. 'Please let nothing bad have happened to the-' She didn't get a chance to finish the thought, for a small, quick moving something collided into her legs. As Ukyo fell down, she uttered a single strangled shriek, but the sound was nothing compared to the shattering of plates, the metallic clang of the kettle hitting the ground, the splashing of water, and the squealing of a pig as hot water fell on him. Soon, everything became oddly silent as the squealing abruptly stopped. 'Oh no! Did P-Chan get hurt?' Ukyo shut her eyes, fearing the most, and groped out with her hands to find the piglet. "P-Chan?" she asked hesitantly. Then her right hand came in contact with a nose-a very un-piglike nose. A very human nose. 'What?' Ukyo's eyelids quickly shot up, a confused expression clearly on her face. But it vanished the moment she saw what-who-she had grabbed the nose of, and was replaced by a look of horror. Ukyo shrieked even louder than before, and was joined by, not the squealing of a piglet, but the screaming of a man.
Ryoga Hibiki was lying naked on her floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is amazingly short too. Ugh. It gets better though. Anyway, what did you think? Please review! ~ AmberWings