Doki Doki - Drifting
By Prospero continuation of Doki Doki and Doki Doki - Turning Radius. Hope you like it. If not … my dorm is freezing and I'll burn any flames to keep warm and get rid of my ever-present chest cold.
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Disclaimer: Do I really need to say it?
Ranma ½ (its characters, themes, episodes, etc) all belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Video, and whoever else owns them. All I know is that I do not own them. I am not making a profit out of writing this, and I never will. As a writer, I respect the right of intellectual property and so I would never do anything to violate that right. This is just a fanfic. I love Ranma ½ and think that Rumiko Takahashi is the greatest. I also have one other thing to say.
On another note I just have to say that I never expected to create a sequel to Doki Doki let alone a sequel to the sequel. Who knows maybe I'll turn out an amazing omnibus edition of all the thousands of Doki Doki stories I'll turn out for the rest of my life. Probably not but who knows? I do think that I'll have each of the stories from a different person's point of view. I wonder who it is this time. Oh and if anyone recognizes what the things after the Doki Doki refer to … they get bonus points! HINT: It's not not Martial Arts Down Hill Street Racing!
Bwee!
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It's been a strange week around Nerima. Which is to say that everything has been somewhat normal by global standards. No explosions or rather not many. I think the last one was the day before yesterday and that was due to Happosai. It's amazing how much a person starts to miss blatant destruction of property when it's gone.
And speaking of destruction of property, where has Ryoga gotten to this time. The really strange thing is that he didn't show up for our weekly game of darts tonight. I was really disappointed even if the bar's manager wasn't. I wonder what kept him from getting there.
I shrug. It had to happen eventually. It was just that he seemed to always show up at the same time every Friday no matter where he had been thirty minutes before or where he would be thirty minutes later. It was almost a tradition.
Pushing the thoughts aside I think about heading back to the restaurant like I would normally do, but for some reason I can't stomach the idea of being treated like trash by the old ghoul. It's not like I have any reason to go back. Xian Pu treats me the same as her great-grandmother does, and that is not likely to change while Kun Lon is still alive.
Thinking about the restaurant reminds me of another thing I've been meaning to check out. It seems we've had more business this past week than we've had in a long time. I'd overheard a remark about Ucchan's being closed but I hadn't had an opportunity to see if it was true.
I look at my pocket watch. I'm officially off for the rest of the night, though that's only because Kun Lon knows I always come back after my game of darts and help out. Without pay. I chuckle thinking how she'll react when I don't come back for a few hours. My mind made up I head over to see what's been happening with Ukyo.
I've always like Ukyo. She's a good person most of the time, and a good listener. Occasionally I head over and eat because she does make the best okanomiyaki I've ever had. It's a real shame that I have to occasionally spoil her plans because of Xian Pu. But she knows it isn't personal and doesn't hold it against me for too long.
I can see the door to the restaurant from here and sure enough there is a sign hanging that says that it's closed temporarily for modification. There's also a curious note directing customers to the Nekohaten. Curiosity is getting the best of me so I walk over to a small window that looks into the dining room.
I'm so surprised at the changes that I have to struggle to stay atop the garbage can I'm standing on. The tables are spread apart differently and the aisles now have wide strips of tape running down them each a different color. All in all it was a fairly tranquil scene. Or at least it was.
"Don't go that way you idiot!"
It became suddenly clear to me the reasons for the increase in business as well as Ryoga's whereabouts. Of course the fact that Ryoga was staying at Ukyo's place was raising all sorts of questions in my head. Not the least of which was what plan they were scheming up to steal Ranma and Akane away.
"Ha, I made it!" Ryoga has apparently gotten where he's supposed to be and I look inside once more. He's standing at one of the corner tables posing like he's accomplished some great feat, which knowing his sense of direction he has. "So what about my reward?"
"You still haven't made it back here you know."
Ryoga crosses the dining room and vaults over the grill. "I'm back now."
I can see Ukyo blush. "I guess you have." She wraps her arms around his neck. "And I always keep my promises."
I'd never have bet that Ryoga would be able to kiss a girl for any length of time, let alone the amount of time he's been kissing Ukyo. I've tried holding my breath for as long as I could but these two have out lasted me several times now. If it weren't for the occasional tightening of one of their arms I would have thought they were dead.
They finally break apart and I am not surprised at the flushed look that has come over both of them. I am fairly jealous of them though. They've obviously been together for a while. And all I've got is my hopeless delusions about Xian Pu falling for me. It's really very depressing.
"Okay, sugar, next time we try for under two minutes."
"I'm okay with that."
The lip lock resumes and I go from being very depressed to extremely depressed. "Get a room you two!" Ryoga only proceeds to give me the finger without taking hips lips from Ukyo. I don't even know if Ukyo heard me. I get off the garbage can and start to walk home.
"I wonder if Xian Pu knows how to do that. Maybe I could get Ryoga to…" I quickly get off that line of thinking. There are some things I just don't want to think about.