Hi. This is my first Ramna fanfic, and my first Revenge fanfic. For those
who don't know what a revenge fanfic is, well . . . read on. You'll figure
it out. I think Skjam did the first one though. Look around for it. It's
good.
This fanfic is rated PG. It contains a bit of nudity, but not much. I don't own Ramna ½, or any of the characters within.
This is a very short piece, and is (supposed to be) funny. And it only took 2 days/writing sessions to write! Considering everything else I've done has taken months (And some times years) that's some achievement. Of course, it's only 3 pages . . . including this bit . . . and it's probably full of things I can fix . . . but it's only a piece of fun, so it doesn't really matter.
I don't really think I'll write any more chapters, but if enough people ask me, I'll do some. Comedy seems easier to write than Angsty/character pieces.
Anyway, read on. And C&C are welcome. As always.
'Your hell this is'
Ryan sat at his computer, typing up another paragraph for his Eva Fanfic. There. That should do it. He said, and hit the save button. Just 3 more sessions, and it'll be finished.
He checked the time. 2.15 AM. Not again. And I got work at 8 in the morning. He sighed, turned off his computer, and was about to get ready for bed when he heard what sounded like a strong wind from behind him. He turned around. There was what could only be a portal in front of his computer. Spinning round and round, fast enough to make him sick. All the colors of the rainbow were there. Swirling round and round and. You all know what a portal looks like, I don't really think I need to describe it any further than that.
Riight. Either I'm in one of those revenge fic things, or I'm dreaming.
Through the portal stepped Shampoo. She seemed really pissed.
"You Ryan? You write Fanfics?"
Ryan nodded, bemused. The next thing he knew he was laying on his floor, a lump on his chin. Shampoo stood over him with a bonbori in her hands. Angry didn't even begin to describe her mood.
"You bad man." She held out several sheets of computer paper covered in text. "You worse then pervert girl" Ryan looked up. "Huh?" Shampoo spat on him. "You write bad things about me. You say me and Spatula girl.do. things." She shuddered. Ryan was confused. "But I've never written any fanfics in the Ranma universe" Shampoo glared, and showed the title to him. Ryan read the wavering text slowly.
SHAMPOO AND UCHAN By Ryan S Marshall Warning . . . This story is a lemon. This story contains gratuitous . . . . . . . .
Ryan looked up. "But I'm not the person who wrote that. I've never even . . ." WHAM Shampoo slammed him into the ground with her bonbori, and spat on the now unconscious man. She then pulled out certain special herbs from . . . wherever . . ., sprinkled them over Ryans prone form, and started chanting . . .
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Ryan floated slowly in a black void. He could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing. Strangely, it didn't seem to bother him. As he floated, he noticed the void begin to take shape, and lighten. Brown above him, off- white around. And he felt gravity return. He realized he was on his back. Laying on something. Something soft. A bed. Then he started hearing things. Softly at first, barely echo's. It seemed to be . . . chanting. In some foreign language. And as the chanting continued, the room grew more solid around him. He could now make out the wooden floor, the plaster walls, and the patched roof. The bed benief him seemed more and more solid. The chanting grew louder, then stopped. Ryan looked around. The room was now completely solid. He could hear the crickets outside, feel the humid air . . . it was all completely real to him. Then suddenly, right next to his ear, he heard . . . "You bad man. You, I punish. Your hell this is." Shampoo's voice. And with it, all memory of what had happened came back. Ryan sat up, startled. And immediately noticed there was something wrong with his body. His body felt different. He hadn't noticed it when he was just lying there, but as soon as he moved, he realized his whole body felt . . . wrong. Lighter, for one thing. And smaller. Much smaller. He looked down over his body. And if he wasn't already in a state of shock, what he saw would have sent him into one. He saw first his legs . . . Only they couldn't be his legs. His legs were long and hairy. The legs he were looking at were short, and without any hair on them at all. Tiny legs. Almost . . . feminine. Something clicked, and he quickly moved his hands to his chest. Yep. Definitely feminine legs. And the rest of him to go with it. His mind had now almost completely frozen now. Only another part of him didn't even notice. Another part that had never been aware of before accepted this as completely normal, recognized his new surroundings, and was completely used to his (her?) new body.
While he lay there, trying to work out what the hell was going on, a wizened old head appeared around the corner. "Wake up Shampoo, you have delivery's to make". Ryan just looked at the old crone. Shampoo? What was the crone talking about? But the other part of him (her) responded. The same part of his mind which seemed completely at home with his new body responded with a Chinese accent "Ok Grandmother, I change first. Then I deliver.
Ryan let the new part of his mind take charge, walking with determination to the shower room, undressing and bathing herself in the Japanese style bath. Strangely, the sight of what Ryan realized was now Shampoo washing herself didn't do anything for Ryan. He watched in clinical detachment as Shampoo washed all parts of herself, and got dressed again. What's wrong with me? I should have at least had some response.
Ryan let the part of his mind he assumed was Shampoo do whatever it wanted while he slowly pieced together what was happening. While Shampoo cooked up some ramen and ate her breakfast, Ryan went over all he could remember. In particular, the parting words Shampoo had given him. Your hell this is? He looked down. Doesn't seem to bad so far. Even if I can't seem to appreciate it. Guess it's something I lost from the crossover. Shampoo washed her dishes, and carried the delivery out to her bike. Shampoo looked down at herself, and smoothed out her dress. Ryan all of a sudden felt pride in his appearance. Something he had never previously cared less about. He knew he looked really cute, and it made him feel really good. And that REALLY disturbed him. Oh god . . . Guess I got all Shampoo's emotional responses. I just hope I can control them . . . Shampoo took off on the delivery. Ryan knew she was making a detour - going via Ramna's and Pervert-Girls route to school. AkaNe. Her name is Akane. Thought Ryan desperately. He had a sudden flash of anger just thinking of her. "I kill" she muttered under her breath. Geez.. I'm more tied up in her then I thought. Just as he finished thinking he spied the two of them ahead of him. His betrothed was walking with his arm around Pervert girl, who was no doubt seducing him. Shampoo rushed up to hug him as her feelings of love for Ramna overwhelmed her. "Airen . . . " Ryan could feel Shampoo's love as though it was his own. He wanted to hug Ranma and kiss Ramna and . . .
Ramna turned, face paling rapidly, expecting to see Shampoo rushing forward into a glomp. What he didn't expect to see, was the same Chinese Amazon just mentioned bending over the gutter, and being violently sick.
END
This fanfic is rated PG. It contains a bit of nudity, but not much. I don't own Ramna ½, or any of the characters within.
This is a very short piece, and is (supposed to be) funny. And it only took 2 days/writing sessions to write! Considering everything else I've done has taken months (And some times years) that's some achievement. Of course, it's only 3 pages . . . including this bit . . . and it's probably full of things I can fix . . . but it's only a piece of fun, so it doesn't really matter.
I don't really think I'll write any more chapters, but if enough people ask me, I'll do some. Comedy seems easier to write than Angsty/character pieces.
Anyway, read on. And C&C are welcome. As always.
'Your hell this is'
Ryan sat at his computer, typing up another paragraph for his Eva Fanfic. There. That should do it. He said, and hit the save button. Just 3 more sessions, and it'll be finished.
He checked the time. 2.15 AM. Not again. And I got work at 8 in the morning. He sighed, turned off his computer, and was about to get ready for bed when he heard what sounded like a strong wind from behind him. He turned around. There was what could only be a portal in front of his computer. Spinning round and round, fast enough to make him sick. All the colors of the rainbow were there. Swirling round and round and. You all know what a portal looks like, I don't really think I need to describe it any further than that.
Riight. Either I'm in one of those revenge fic things, or I'm dreaming.
Through the portal stepped Shampoo. She seemed really pissed.
"You Ryan? You write Fanfics?"
Ryan nodded, bemused. The next thing he knew he was laying on his floor, a lump on his chin. Shampoo stood over him with a bonbori in her hands. Angry didn't even begin to describe her mood.
"You bad man." She held out several sheets of computer paper covered in text. "You worse then pervert girl" Ryan looked up. "Huh?" Shampoo spat on him. "You write bad things about me. You say me and Spatula girl.do. things." She shuddered. Ryan was confused. "But I've never written any fanfics in the Ranma universe" Shampoo glared, and showed the title to him. Ryan read the wavering text slowly.
SHAMPOO AND UCHAN By Ryan S Marshall Warning . . . This story is a lemon. This story contains gratuitous . . . . . . . .
Ryan looked up. "But I'm not the person who wrote that. I've never even . . ." WHAM Shampoo slammed him into the ground with her bonbori, and spat on the now unconscious man. She then pulled out certain special herbs from . . . wherever . . ., sprinkled them over Ryans prone form, and started chanting . . .
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Ryan floated slowly in a black void. He could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing. Strangely, it didn't seem to bother him. As he floated, he noticed the void begin to take shape, and lighten. Brown above him, off- white around. And he felt gravity return. He realized he was on his back. Laying on something. Something soft. A bed. Then he started hearing things. Softly at first, barely echo's. It seemed to be . . . chanting. In some foreign language. And as the chanting continued, the room grew more solid around him. He could now make out the wooden floor, the plaster walls, and the patched roof. The bed benief him seemed more and more solid. The chanting grew louder, then stopped. Ryan looked around. The room was now completely solid. He could hear the crickets outside, feel the humid air . . . it was all completely real to him. Then suddenly, right next to his ear, he heard . . . "You bad man. You, I punish. Your hell this is." Shampoo's voice. And with it, all memory of what had happened came back. Ryan sat up, startled. And immediately noticed there was something wrong with his body. His body felt different. He hadn't noticed it when he was just lying there, but as soon as he moved, he realized his whole body felt . . . wrong. Lighter, for one thing. And smaller. Much smaller. He looked down over his body. And if he wasn't already in a state of shock, what he saw would have sent him into one. He saw first his legs . . . Only they couldn't be his legs. His legs were long and hairy. The legs he were looking at were short, and without any hair on them at all. Tiny legs. Almost . . . feminine. Something clicked, and he quickly moved his hands to his chest. Yep. Definitely feminine legs. And the rest of him to go with it. His mind had now almost completely frozen now. Only another part of him didn't even notice. Another part that had never been aware of before accepted this as completely normal, recognized his new surroundings, and was completely used to his (her?) new body.
While he lay there, trying to work out what the hell was going on, a wizened old head appeared around the corner. "Wake up Shampoo, you have delivery's to make". Ryan just looked at the old crone. Shampoo? What was the crone talking about? But the other part of him (her) responded. The same part of his mind which seemed completely at home with his new body responded with a Chinese accent "Ok Grandmother, I change first. Then I deliver.
Ryan let the new part of his mind take charge, walking with determination to the shower room, undressing and bathing herself in the Japanese style bath. Strangely, the sight of what Ryan realized was now Shampoo washing herself didn't do anything for Ryan. He watched in clinical detachment as Shampoo washed all parts of herself, and got dressed again. What's wrong with me? I should have at least had some response.
Ryan let the part of his mind he assumed was Shampoo do whatever it wanted while he slowly pieced together what was happening. While Shampoo cooked up some ramen and ate her breakfast, Ryan went over all he could remember. In particular, the parting words Shampoo had given him. Your hell this is? He looked down. Doesn't seem to bad so far. Even if I can't seem to appreciate it. Guess it's something I lost from the crossover. Shampoo washed her dishes, and carried the delivery out to her bike. Shampoo looked down at herself, and smoothed out her dress. Ryan all of a sudden felt pride in his appearance. Something he had never previously cared less about. He knew he looked really cute, and it made him feel really good. And that REALLY disturbed him. Oh god . . . Guess I got all Shampoo's emotional responses. I just hope I can control them . . . Shampoo took off on the delivery. Ryan knew she was making a detour - going via Ramna's and Pervert-Girls route to school. AkaNe. Her name is Akane. Thought Ryan desperately. He had a sudden flash of anger just thinking of her. "I kill" she muttered under her breath. Geez.. I'm more tied up in her then I thought. Just as he finished thinking he spied the two of them ahead of him. His betrothed was walking with his arm around Pervert girl, who was no doubt seducing him. Shampoo rushed up to hug him as her feelings of love for Ramna overwhelmed her. "Airen . . . " Ryan could feel Shampoo's love as though it was his own. He wanted to hug Ranma and kiss Ramna and . . .
Ramna turned, face paling rapidly, expecting to see Shampoo rushing forward into a glomp. What he didn't expect to see, was the same Chinese Amazon just mentioned bending over the gutter, and being violently sick.
END