Ranma Satome, heir to the Satome Anything Goes School of Martial Arts, one
of only two know aqua-transsexuals, fiancé to Akane Tendo, fiancé to Ukyou
Kuonji, husband (albeit only according to Chinese Amazon law) of Xian Pu
(A.K.A. Shampoo) and consequently Son-in-Law (Chinese Amazon law, but still
law) of the Amazon matriarch Kou Lun (A.K.A. Cologne, Granny, and Shampoo's-
Great-Grandmother), Kodchi Kuno's love interest (god save his soul), fiancé
of thirty women he doesn't know (mostly because of one stupid, greedy,
immoral panda-man), and man amongst men (even when he's a girl, thank-you
very much), was irritated
Ranma was irritated because he was being followed, and he hated being followed. This was because many of the ordeals in his life, of which he had one monthly, had started, or involved, being followed. He was irritated because the month was almost up, and he had thought that this was going to be an OOM (one ordeal month).
He had futilely hoped that his pursuers had been following someone else. Up until that last turn he had made it had been possible that they had been following the old lady with the umbrella. It had been possible, but not likely.
Ranma made a quick decision, ducked into an ally, hid the vegetables that Kasumi had asked him to pick up under a broken pallet leaning against the right hand building, and prepared himself for a fight. Actually, Ranma was always ready for a fight so all he did was take up a relaxed stance facing the mouth of the ally, as the other end was blocked by debris.
Someone not well versed in martial arts and did not now Ranma would not see a stance, they see a young man standing in the center of the ally. Ranma, however, stood slightly bent at the knees ready to jump, and with his arms loosely at his sides.
As he stood two youths, rounded the corner, and entered the ally. Seeing him they stopped short, staring at him with wide eyes. Ranma took the opportunity their stunted silence granted and evaluated them both. He decided that they couldn't be older than twelve and, while one was female and the other was male and they styled their hair differently, they could otherwise have been identical twins, and had to be at least siblings.
Most people who saw the two next to each other would have difficulty indicating which was which sex. Ranma, however, was something of an expert on the subject, since he could turn sexes at the drop of a bucket (literally).
Interestingly, they where both wearing traditional, if somewhat threadbare, Japanese dress. The girl wore a bright red kimono, and the boy wore a black harori over an equally black kimono shirt with a dark, grey hakama. While this attire would not have been out of place one hundred years ago in Japan, it was quite a rare form of dress today.
Both had the unremarkable black, straight hair and brown eyes of most Japanese. The boy wore his in an simple, if pristine, pony tail that looked like it reached at least to the small of his back, it was difficult for Ranma to tell since the boy in question was facing him. The girl wore her hair in a close cropped style, and Ranma found himself thinking that principle Kuno would have like her, since her hair was even shorter than what he called for. That is, he thought that until he saw the braid that was about a centimeter in diameter that ran from the back of her head, over her shoulder, and down to her waist.
The girl turned her head, causing her rat-tail to twitch, and whispered to her brother, "It is most assuredly him."
Ranma was not able to hear her, but recently he had gotten tiered of people whispering about him, and had learned to read lips. It had actually only taken him a couple of days to learn, and the following week to master. Now Ranma was able to decipher what anyone in his field of view said, even if they where sub-vocalizing.
"I concur," the boy said, also whispering in vain, "He is exactly as mother described him."
Ranma decided not to tip his hand yet and tell them he had seen what they said, since it was possible that they could give him some further information that way. While not actually honorable, his actions where not uncalled for. The two could have spoken out loud instead of trying to speak behind his back. or was that in front of his back?
"What do you want?" he said loudly and clearly, "I'm kind of in a hurry."
"You are Ranma Satome?" the girl asked in an equally clear, cultured voice.
Ranma sighed, they where probably after him for something his stupid dad did. In Ranma's not-humble-at-all opinion, all his problems could be traced back to his father, if one went back far enough.
He turned to the girl and flashed an impish smile. His smile had gotten him out of almost as much trouble as it had gotten him into, and he new it. "Look, if your father and my father arranged for us to be married, I'm taken by at least.um", he made a show of counting with his fingers; he knew it made him look stupid, but if the two siblings underestimated him, that was great, "hmm. four women, I think? Two of 'em are arranged, probably before you."
The girls eyes bulged and she began to splutter, "But... how... what was... that's not... what are you trying..." The boy sniggered behind his hand. When he got a hold on himself he looked askance at his sister, who was giving him the evil eye, and whispered an apology.
The sister turned back to Ranma with a look of long suffering. "I am unquestionably not here to marry you," she said in a mollifying tone, "that would be quite impossible."
It was Ranma's turn to look confused. "Huh?" he said, confusion as heavy on his voice as it was on his face.
The boy finally spoke; his voice was as eloquent as his sisters, if so soft Ranma almost didn't hear him. "I believe it would help if we introduced ourselves?" he said in a questioning tone, looking at his sister. He continued more clearly as she reluctantly nodded, "I am Ronita," he said indicating himself, "and this is my sister, Ruryuki." He said pointing at her, "Ranma, we are your brother and sister."
Ranma promptly fell on his ass.
Author's notes: First of all this is my first Ranma fanfiction (even through I've been a fan for years, and read fanfiction quite a bit), but unlike some people I want you to tell me when I'm doing a bad job. In fact I beg you to! However if you do make a comment, good or bad, please give details. In other words make "This sucks!" into, "This sucks because." and, "I liked this." into, "I liked this. I especially liked.".
On a side note I will do my best not to mix Japanese into my writing. It's a personal pet peeve of mine when fanfiction writers of anime do that. However there is no English equivalent to words describing Japanese dress. Those of you that don't know what a kimono, hakama, or harori are, can go to www.ichiroya.com to see what they are.
As always please review or, send comments and criticism to atdanimefreak@.yahoo.com.
Ranma was irritated because he was being followed, and he hated being followed. This was because many of the ordeals in his life, of which he had one monthly, had started, or involved, being followed. He was irritated because the month was almost up, and he had thought that this was going to be an OOM (one ordeal month).
He had futilely hoped that his pursuers had been following someone else. Up until that last turn he had made it had been possible that they had been following the old lady with the umbrella. It had been possible, but not likely.
Ranma made a quick decision, ducked into an ally, hid the vegetables that Kasumi had asked him to pick up under a broken pallet leaning against the right hand building, and prepared himself for a fight. Actually, Ranma was always ready for a fight so all he did was take up a relaxed stance facing the mouth of the ally, as the other end was blocked by debris.
Someone not well versed in martial arts and did not now Ranma would not see a stance, they see a young man standing in the center of the ally. Ranma, however, stood slightly bent at the knees ready to jump, and with his arms loosely at his sides.
As he stood two youths, rounded the corner, and entered the ally. Seeing him they stopped short, staring at him with wide eyes. Ranma took the opportunity their stunted silence granted and evaluated them both. He decided that they couldn't be older than twelve and, while one was female and the other was male and they styled their hair differently, they could otherwise have been identical twins, and had to be at least siblings.
Most people who saw the two next to each other would have difficulty indicating which was which sex. Ranma, however, was something of an expert on the subject, since he could turn sexes at the drop of a bucket (literally).
Interestingly, they where both wearing traditional, if somewhat threadbare, Japanese dress. The girl wore a bright red kimono, and the boy wore a black harori over an equally black kimono shirt with a dark, grey hakama. While this attire would not have been out of place one hundred years ago in Japan, it was quite a rare form of dress today.
Both had the unremarkable black, straight hair and brown eyes of most Japanese. The boy wore his in an simple, if pristine, pony tail that looked like it reached at least to the small of his back, it was difficult for Ranma to tell since the boy in question was facing him. The girl wore her hair in a close cropped style, and Ranma found himself thinking that principle Kuno would have like her, since her hair was even shorter than what he called for. That is, he thought that until he saw the braid that was about a centimeter in diameter that ran from the back of her head, over her shoulder, and down to her waist.
The girl turned her head, causing her rat-tail to twitch, and whispered to her brother, "It is most assuredly him."
Ranma was not able to hear her, but recently he had gotten tiered of people whispering about him, and had learned to read lips. It had actually only taken him a couple of days to learn, and the following week to master. Now Ranma was able to decipher what anyone in his field of view said, even if they where sub-vocalizing.
"I concur," the boy said, also whispering in vain, "He is exactly as mother described him."
Ranma decided not to tip his hand yet and tell them he had seen what they said, since it was possible that they could give him some further information that way. While not actually honorable, his actions where not uncalled for. The two could have spoken out loud instead of trying to speak behind his back. or was that in front of his back?
"What do you want?" he said loudly and clearly, "I'm kind of in a hurry."
"You are Ranma Satome?" the girl asked in an equally clear, cultured voice.
Ranma sighed, they where probably after him for something his stupid dad did. In Ranma's not-humble-at-all opinion, all his problems could be traced back to his father, if one went back far enough.
He turned to the girl and flashed an impish smile. His smile had gotten him out of almost as much trouble as it had gotten him into, and he new it. "Look, if your father and my father arranged for us to be married, I'm taken by at least.um", he made a show of counting with his fingers; he knew it made him look stupid, but if the two siblings underestimated him, that was great, "hmm. four women, I think? Two of 'em are arranged, probably before you."
The girls eyes bulged and she began to splutter, "But... how... what was... that's not... what are you trying..." The boy sniggered behind his hand. When he got a hold on himself he looked askance at his sister, who was giving him the evil eye, and whispered an apology.
The sister turned back to Ranma with a look of long suffering. "I am unquestionably not here to marry you," she said in a mollifying tone, "that would be quite impossible."
It was Ranma's turn to look confused. "Huh?" he said, confusion as heavy on his voice as it was on his face.
The boy finally spoke; his voice was as eloquent as his sisters, if so soft Ranma almost didn't hear him. "I believe it would help if we introduced ourselves?" he said in a questioning tone, looking at his sister. He continued more clearly as she reluctantly nodded, "I am Ronita," he said indicating himself, "and this is my sister, Ruryuki." He said pointing at her, "Ranma, we are your brother and sister."
Ranma promptly fell on his ass.
Author's notes: First of all this is my first Ranma fanfiction (even through I've been a fan for years, and read fanfiction quite a bit), but unlike some people I want you to tell me when I'm doing a bad job. In fact I beg you to! However if you do make a comment, good or bad, please give details. In other words make "This sucks!" into, "This sucks because." and, "I liked this." into, "I liked this. I especially liked.".
On a side note I will do my best not to mix Japanese into my writing. It's a personal pet peeve of mine when fanfiction writers of anime do that. However there is no English equivalent to words describing Japanese dress. Those of you that don't know what a kimono, hakama, or harori are, can go to www.ichiroya.com to see what they are.
As always please review or, send comments and criticism to atdanimefreak@.yahoo.com.
