The Way It Should Have Been
AN: Thanks for your reviews everyone! That was so nice of you all. It made me feel very special! ^_^ I agree with you, Sailor Star Stream! Crazy ol' Beryl should be punished. Solarfury, Lady Love, Montymouse, solarmistress - Thanks a bunch for reviewing my stuff! It made my day! Yay for Koe-chan and Angel!! You guys are the greatest imotou-chans a girl can have! Thanks everyone for supporting the story so far!! Okay, so, here's another chapter. Hate it, love it. . . just please read it. ^_~
' . . . ' are thoughts
* = are special notes. Please look at the explanations included at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ or Sailormoon. sighs I wish I did.
Chapter Two
*~*~*~*~ Usagi ~*~*~*~*
CREEEEEK! She gasps, struggling to keep the noise to a minimum, which was a hard thing to do in such a raggedly old cottage. Usagi curses the ancient door that leads out to the main living room. She held her breath as she sneaked by Beryl who was once again reeking of sour whiskey. Please don't let her wake up, Goddess! Oh please. Her hands were clutching her duffel bag so tight that her knuckles turned white. A final creek and she was out the door. Freedom.
Feeling happier than she had been in ages, the girl undoes her hair, letting the silky waves tumble down her shoulders. She races past the through the meadow happily, throwing her arms about and humming songs she learned as a child from her mother. She should have done this sooner. Usagi bends down and grabs a handful of flowers, giggling like she had when she was a child. Her mother had taught her all the names of the flowers in their garden, and had passed on her love of flowers to the little blond girl.
She breathes in the fresh air, and lies down on the soft grass. She should be happy and carefree, but why does the hair on the back of her neck stand? She sits up, suddenly aware that the reason why she's feeling strange was because she is being watched. Shivering slightly, she curls her small slender hands into fists. "Who is there? What do you want? Come out here, now!" She threatens, raising her delicate hands in the air. "I can f-fight you know!" She repeats, a bit more harsher this time. She turns to see a cute black piglet wobbling towards her. "Kawaii!" She whispers, as the pig edges closer. She grins. "Why hello there."
*~*~*~*~ Ranma ~*~*~*~*
He couldn't get her off his mind. He did try, of course, but he just couldn't. All through dinner, he has been picking at his rice bowl, unaware of the fact that everyone were staring at him, wondering what the heck is wrong with Ranma. They have never seen the boy refusing to eat before.
"Is the soup not hot enough for you, Ranma?" Kasumi had asked, always the motherly figure in the Tendo household. He had shaken his head, and told her that the wonton soup was delicious. But, he couldn't drink a drop.
Genma certainly did benefit from Ranma's "phase" ,the father had characterized it as, because he had taken more than half of Ranma's share that night. Between mouthfuls, he questioned his son if he was alright, and only got mumbles in return. 'Something must have been wrong with the poor boy. Maybe his feminine side is taking over, ' he thought as he went through his fourth bowl of rice. After dinner, the boy went into his room, and lay soundlessly in his bed, staring straight at the ceiling. Something was definitely wrong with him, Genma decided. But what, he didn't know. Maybe the poor boy got into a fight with Akane. She seemed to be quiet during dinner also. Turning away from the young people, he filled his bowl with three more scoops of rice and continued munching.
"Ranma. . . did you mean what you said at the forest?" Akane asked, peeking into the boy's room to find him idle. "That you were sorry I mean. . . " She stutters, slightly blushing. What is wrong with her?? She couldn't possibly still be giddy about comments from that stupid jerk.
"Hrmm." He replied, thinking of her perfect blond hair and those sapphire eyes. When is he going to meet this angel again? He snaps out of his thoughts, noticing that the his fiancée was speaking to him. "What did you say, Akane?" He asked, lips curling up to give her a slightly crooked smile. "I wasn't paying attention," he admitted, only to find the girl gone. "Oh well. . ." He goes back to his musing about his love.
*~*~*~*~ Usagi ~*~*~*~*
She cuddles the piglet close, enjoying the feel of a pet in her arms. She wondered whose pet he was. Probably some city girl who couldn't appreciate the true happiness of owning a pet. The city. that must be where Ranma is right now. Usagi sighs, suddenly sitting up. Sitting the piglet in the crook of one arm, and picking up her bag with the other, Usagi tetter- tottered through the forest, excited. Yes, she will go to the city today, and she will be able to meet her love once again.
The dark forest soon gave away to the bright sunlight and the air filled with a strange mustiness that can only be found in the city. Usagi sets her bags down to wipe at her sweaty brows. She looks around, mystified at the wonderful world of. well, humans. She hasn't seen another person in such a long time. Giggling, she made her way through the streets, gawking at the beautiful maidens dressed in modern day clothes. Looking down at her own white sundress, she feels ashamed. Maybe it's time to buy some new clothes. And, of course, some food!
She scans around the busy market place. Hrmm. Spotting a quaint Chinese restaurant, Usagi grins. Yep, that's what she felt like. Chinese. She peers down at the little black pig. "Are you hungry too, piggy?" She was surprised as he agrees. Hrmm. strange piglet. Almost as if he's human. . .
That couldn't be possible anyway. "Well, we should still find out who your owner is, if you have one that is. But, first, food." Usagi opened the door of the shop to stare at two beautiful Chinese maidens dressed in qipaos*. "Ugh. . . Um. . . Could I have a whole of 2 bowls of ramen and six porkbuns please?" She says, smiling a bit shyly at the taller of the two.
She nods. "Sure. Shampoo, could you please go make the ramen today?" The older girl says, giving her younger sister a slight smile. The other girl nods.
"Anything you say, Rei-chan." Shampoo disappears into the kitchen, leaving Usagi and the girl called Rei alone. She looks at the blond, blinking a little.
"Say. . . what is up with your dress anyways? You're not from around here, are you?" She questions boldly, looking the blond over.
Usagi shakes her head vigoriously, giggling a little as her blind little head bobbed up and down. "Could you really tell?" She was about to say more when a tall young man snatched her satchel. He ran out the door, holding her belongings.
A string of unladylike curses escaped from Usagi's lips as she rushes out the door, chasing after the thief. "Come back here, and fight like a man!" She yells, waving her fists around. She can't believe it. Her first day in town, and someone steals her stuff. Maybe Beryl was right. This is not a place for her. Lost her thoughts, she doesn't see until too late that someone is standing right in front of her.
"Oof!! I'm so sorry! Here, do you need any help?" A girl with pretty short hair asks as she crashes into Usagi. She pushes herself off the ground, and stares at the blond girl. She has never seen anyone with such pretty hair before. "Gomen! It was my fault." She admits, giving Usagi a cute dimpled smile. She helps the distraught blond girl up.
"Oh, it's alright. But I must get going!" She scans the premise, and sighs. That thief is no where to be seen. Exhausted and depressed, she drops down onto the floor. "That was my everything. . . If only. . ." she sobs out, not caring who saw or heard. She was surprised to find a hand on her shoulder.
"You got mugged, didn't you?" The girl she crashed into said, smiling gently at the sobbing girl. "And. . . now you have nothing?" She asks, sighing, a plan already forming in her mind. It's terrible for a foreign girl like this to be left here all alone with nothing else.
"Y-yes. What am I going to do now? I know n-no one. I-I have no where to go. I'm j-just so stupid to think I can make it on my own-" Usagi chokes out through hic-ups. She raises two sapphire eyes to look at the other girl.
"Oh. Well, urm, it's strange for me to say this, but you can come stay with me and my family. You obviously seem nice, and it's all my fault that the thief ran off with your stuff." She says, patting the girl on her head. "I mean, if you want. I'm Akane by the way."
Usagi gasps, very surprised and equally happy. Beryl was wrong. There are greate people on earth. "I'm Usagi, Akane. And, you know, it wasn't really your fault, but if you're offering. . . well. . . then, sure, I would love to! But, is that going to be okay with your family?" She questions, a bit worried. She can't feel in her heart that this girl is great and honest and truthful. She'll be safe with this girl. But will she get in trouble just to help Usagi?
"Oh, they won't really care. Actually, they will probably be delighted. No one has met any of my friends so far. I'll just tell them that you're a friend from school." She giggles, pulling Usagi up. "Now, let's get you to my house, Usagi. You're close to my size, so you can probably wear my clothes." She says, holding Usagi's hand, and pulling her towards the Tendo dojo. "Actually, the only person who might give you trouble is my fiancé." Akane wrinkles her nose with distaste.
"Fiancé?" Usagi's eyes widen. "And just how old are you Akane?" She asks, giggling. "You can't possibly be over sixteen." She states, thinking about her own sixteen years.
"Yeah, well, I am sixteen. It's a long story, and I'd rather not get into it now, Usagi." She replies, tugging on the other girl's hand. "Now come on. If Ranma gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll take care of him." She says, giving Usagi a wink. She's surprised to see the color drain from Usagi's pretty peach complexion.
"Ranma?"
* Oh yeah. A qipao is a traditional Chinese dress that the girls all wear. It looks a little like a kimono, except it has short sleeves, and has long slits along the sides of the dress that go up to mid-thigh.
Solarfury, Lady Love, Montymouse, solarmistress
AN: Thanks for your reviews everyone! That was so nice of you all. It made me feel very special! ^_^ I agree with you, Sailor Star Stream! Crazy ol' Beryl should be punished. Solarfury, Lady Love, Montymouse, solarmistress - Thanks a bunch for reviewing my stuff! It made my day! Yay for Koe-chan and Angel!! You guys are the greatest imotou-chans a girl can have! Thanks everyone for supporting the story so far!! Okay, so, here's another chapter. Hate it, love it. . . just please read it. ^_~
' . . . ' are thoughts
* = are special notes. Please look at the explanations included at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ or Sailormoon. sighs I wish I did.
Chapter Two
*~*~*~*~ Usagi ~*~*~*~*
CREEEEEK! She gasps, struggling to keep the noise to a minimum, which was a hard thing to do in such a raggedly old cottage. Usagi curses the ancient door that leads out to the main living room. She held her breath as she sneaked by Beryl who was once again reeking of sour whiskey. Please don't let her wake up, Goddess! Oh please. Her hands were clutching her duffel bag so tight that her knuckles turned white. A final creek and she was out the door. Freedom.
Feeling happier than she had been in ages, the girl undoes her hair, letting the silky waves tumble down her shoulders. She races past the through the meadow happily, throwing her arms about and humming songs she learned as a child from her mother. She should have done this sooner. Usagi bends down and grabs a handful of flowers, giggling like she had when she was a child. Her mother had taught her all the names of the flowers in their garden, and had passed on her love of flowers to the little blond girl.
She breathes in the fresh air, and lies down on the soft grass. She should be happy and carefree, but why does the hair on the back of her neck stand? She sits up, suddenly aware that the reason why she's feeling strange was because she is being watched. Shivering slightly, she curls her small slender hands into fists. "Who is there? What do you want? Come out here, now!" She threatens, raising her delicate hands in the air. "I can f-fight you know!" She repeats, a bit more harsher this time. She turns to see a cute black piglet wobbling towards her. "Kawaii!" She whispers, as the pig edges closer. She grins. "Why hello there."
*~*~*~*~ Ranma ~*~*~*~*
He couldn't get her off his mind. He did try, of course, but he just couldn't. All through dinner, he has been picking at his rice bowl, unaware of the fact that everyone were staring at him, wondering what the heck is wrong with Ranma. They have never seen the boy refusing to eat before.
"Is the soup not hot enough for you, Ranma?" Kasumi had asked, always the motherly figure in the Tendo household. He had shaken his head, and told her that the wonton soup was delicious. But, he couldn't drink a drop.
Genma certainly did benefit from Ranma's "phase" ,the father had characterized it as, because he had taken more than half of Ranma's share that night. Between mouthfuls, he questioned his son if he was alright, and only got mumbles in return. 'Something must have been wrong with the poor boy. Maybe his feminine side is taking over, ' he thought as he went through his fourth bowl of rice. After dinner, the boy went into his room, and lay soundlessly in his bed, staring straight at the ceiling. Something was definitely wrong with him, Genma decided. But what, he didn't know. Maybe the poor boy got into a fight with Akane. She seemed to be quiet during dinner also. Turning away from the young people, he filled his bowl with three more scoops of rice and continued munching.
"Ranma. . . did you mean what you said at the forest?" Akane asked, peeking into the boy's room to find him idle. "That you were sorry I mean. . . " She stutters, slightly blushing. What is wrong with her?? She couldn't possibly still be giddy about comments from that stupid jerk.
"Hrmm." He replied, thinking of her perfect blond hair and those sapphire eyes. When is he going to meet this angel again? He snaps out of his thoughts, noticing that the his fiancée was speaking to him. "What did you say, Akane?" He asked, lips curling up to give her a slightly crooked smile. "I wasn't paying attention," he admitted, only to find the girl gone. "Oh well. . ." He goes back to his musing about his love.
*~*~*~*~ Usagi ~*~*~*~*
She cuddles the piglet close, enjoying the feel of a pet in her arms. She wondered whose pet he was. Probably some city girl who couldn't appreciate the true happiness of owning a pet. The city. that must be where Ranma is right now. Usagi sighs, suddenly sitting up. Sitting the piglet in the crook of one arm, and picking up her bag with the other, Usagi tetter- tottered through the forest, excited. Yes, she will go to the city today, and she will be able to meet her love once again.
The dark forest soon gave away to the bright sunlight and the air filled with a strange mustiness that can only be found in the city. Usagi sets her bags down to wipe at her sweaty brows. She looks around, mystified at the wonderful world of. well, humans. She hasn't seen another person in such a long time. Giggling, she made her way through the streets, gawking at the beautiful maidens dressed in modern day clothes. Looking down at her own white sundress, she feels ashamed. Maybe it's time to buy some new clothes. And, of course, some food!
She scans around the busy market place. Hrmm. Spotting a quaint Chinese restaurant, Usagi grins. Yep, that's what she felt like. Chinese. She peers down at the little black pig. "Are you hungry too, piggy?" She was surprised as he agrees. Hrmm. strange piglet. Almost as if he's human. . .
That couldn't be possible anyway. "Well, we should still find out who your owner is, if you have one that is. But, first, food." Usagi opened the door of the shop to stare at two beautiful Chinese maidens dressed in qipaos*. "Ugh. . . Um. . . Could I have a whole of 2 bowls of ramen and six porkbuns please?" She says, smiling a bit shyly at the taller of the two.
She nods. "Sure. Shampoo, could you please go make the ramen today?" The older girl says, giving her younger sister a slight smile. The other girl nods.
"Anything you say, Rei-chan." Shampoo disappears into the kitchen, leaving Usagi and the girl called Rei alone. She looks at the blond, blinking a little.
"Say. . . what is up with your dress anyways? You're not from around here, are you?" She questions boldly, looking the blond over.
Usagi shakes her head vigoriously, giggling a little as her blind little head bobbed up and down. "Could you really tell?" She was about to say more when a tall young man snatched her satchel. He ran out the door, holding her belongings.
A string of unladylike curses escaped from Usagi's lips as she rushes out the door, chasing after the thief. "Come back here, and fight like a man!" She yells, waving her fists around. She can't believe it. Her first day in town, and someone steals her stuff. Maybe Beryl was right. This is not a place for her. Lost her thoughts, she doesn't see until too late that someone is standing right in front of her.
"Oof!! I'm so sorry! Here, do you need any help?" A girl with pretty short hair asks as she crashes into Usagi. She pushes herself off the ground, and stares at the blond girl. She has never seen anyone with such pretty hair before. "Gomen! It was my fault." She admits, giving Usagi a cute dimpled smile. She helps the distraught blond girl up.
"Oh, it's alright. But I must get going!" She scans the premise, and sighs. That thief is no where to be seen. Exhausted and depressed, she drops down onto the floor. "That was my everything. . . If only. . ." she sobs out, not caring who saw or heard. She was surprised to find a hand on her shoulder.
"You got mugged, didn't you?" The girl she crashed into said, smiling gently at the sobbing girl. "And. . . now you have nothing?" She asks, sighing, a plan already forming in her mind. It's terrible for a foreign girl like this to be left here all alone with nothing else.
"Y-yes. What am I going to do now? I know n-no one. I-I have no where to go. I'm j-just so stupid to think I can make it on my own-" Usagi chokes out through hic-ups. She raises two sapphire eyes to look at the other girl.
"Oh. Well, urm, it's strange for me to say this, but you can come stay with me and my family. You obviously seem nice, and it's all my fault that the thief ran off with your stuff." She says, patting the girl on her head. "I mean, if you want. I'm Akane by the way."
Usagi gasps, very surprised and equally happy. Beryl was wrong. There are greate people on earth. "I'm Usagi, Akane. And, you know, it wasn't really your fault, but if you're offering. . . well. . . then, sure, I would love to! But, is that going to be okay with your family?" She questions, a bit worried. She can't feel in her heart that this girl is great and honest and truthful. She'll be safe with this girl. But will she get in trouble just to help Usagi?
"Oh, they won't really care. Actually, they will probably be delighted. No one has met any of my friends so far. I'll just tell them that you're a friend from school." She giggles, pulling Usagi up. "Now, let's get you to my house, Usagi. You're close to my size, so you can probably wear my clothes." She says, holding Usagi's hand, and pulling her towards the Tendo dojo. "Actually, the only person who might give you trouble is my fiancé." Akane wrinkles her nose with distaste.
"Fiancé?" Usagi's eyes widen. "And just how old are you Akane?" She asks, giggling. "You can't possibly be over sixteen." She states, thinking about her own sixteen years.
"Yeah, well, I am sixteen. It's a long story, and I'd rather not get into it now, Usagi." She replies, tugging on the other girl's hand. "Now come on. If Ranma gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll take care of him." She says, giving Usagi a wink. She's surprised to see the color drain from Usagi's pretty peach complexion.
"Ranma?"
* Oh yeah. A qipao is a traditional Chinese dress that the girls all wear. It looks a little like a kimono, except it has short sleeves, and has long slits along the sides of the dress that go up to mid-thigh.
Solarfury, Lady Love, Montymouse, solarmistress
