Overcoming a serious case of writers block on just about every one of my stories. I think this is quite possibly the most original Idea I've come up with yet!
Prologue
"My Pigtailed Goddess! Come into my arms and embrace me as I return home from my noble campain to destroy the sorcerer that bequeaths thy soul!!"
I lay here on the grass now looking at Pet and it's brothers... thinking of those days when everything about my life was... well, v(Happy Birthday to me! (Happy Ungrounding for a day to me!) Well... Everybody who could review this chapter liked it. But that's only a few. I have nothing to say here cept one thing... aol was the only thing I could think of. Yahoo work better? Oh well. Don't worry bout it! It'll be fine. In this fic Aol is... America-and-everywhere-else Online. So on with the show!)
Chapter 12: Damn
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This is Ranma's brain.
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In it's current state.
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...............
It's been like this for a little while now. It had been two weeks since Ranma's conversation with her friends. She hadn't come to school. They had also decided not to go to her house. They feared it was possible that she had gone insane. Ranma was feeling insane. Kasumi's reply was, put simply, a great big mallet to the head. TRY!!... being a.. a GIRL! NOT ON KASUMI'S LIFE!
And Ranma valued Kasumi's life very much.
No... Never, never never never never never.... Damn.
Ranma had found lately that HE had been thinking of HIMSELF as a she. He hated this. He hadn't even realized it was happening but slowly it had. His worst fear had begun... sure it was only just a little thing that he'd done a few times... but still!
What he had been doing up until Kasumi's reply came had been simply waiting, getting in extra hours at work, skipping school and thinking.
After about a week an a half the reply came... and it was most uncomforting. NO WAY WOULD RANMA SAOTOME EVEN THINK ABOUT ACTUALLY BEING A GIRL! NEVER!
Now Ranma was doing something that he had mainly neglected during most years of his training. Meditating.
He had done it before, albeit rarely but he had done it. Now he focused everything into his meditation and into clearing his mind of the thoughts that told him he was becoming a her.
What he was trying to do was to destroy these thoughts. But unfortunantly he kept thinking of a few words that had been said to him not long ago.
"You should really start wearing one considering the size yours are at."
Damn those words. They kept coming back and haunting him. And the worst part about it was, he had no clue why. They didn't really stand out that much. They had only been a slight embarassment when Leah had said it. But they kept coming back.
Ranma had begun taking baths a lot more often. It was mainly because for some reason his chest kept hurting and she noticed it was turning into a red sort of rash. He hated his life very much at the moment. He thought it was possible he was sick. Or maybe it was just another side effect of being a girl. Damn body... Damn curses... Damn Jusenkyo... Damn everything...
Damn he was fond of that word. Damn.
He could say it all day.
The day's past.
And, at the end of his second month away from Nerima, He, now firmly assured that he had destroyed anything in his mind telling him otherwise than that he was a man, decided that it was time for him to return to school.
Of course, the second he entered the school at 7:46 that morning he realized that two weeks of meditation really didn't help that much at all.
He found himself, as usual, being hit on by around seven to ten boys during the five minute middle between each class. And he hated it. He hated not being able to punch their lights out... he absolutely hated it.
Leah, Shannon, Jess, Luc, and Aaron were sitting in a car driving home after school. They had seen that Ranko, or Ranma, had returned to school that day. None of them had talked to her.
"A guy? Ranko? NO WAY!" Aaron cried. "Not possible at all. She's a tomboy for sure, but an actual guy? Nah!"
"Well, she had made a lot of interesting things happen ever since she showed up. She seem... I dunno... cursed?" Leah proposed. "It's sorta like everything revolves around her. The center of a web of something."
"Well... You think maybe we should go visit her? I mean... after all that we were gonna do to save er', now we've just gone and left her alone for an entire week." Shannon said.
"No probably not. She's seemed a little wacked up in the head! After all, how could she possible have EVER been a guy with hooters like-- BANG!" Aaron suddenly found a small fist forcing a few of his teeth into a conviently placed pole.
"Damnit Aaron! Will you just shut up! I'm so sick of you talking about that! I'm surprised your not drooling all over the place with pictures of her on you wall!" Leah cried. She then winced as she seemed to have hurt her hand.
"Nah! I'm not into blonds! I like Shannon more than Ranko anyday!" Aaron said. Fortunantly for Aaron, this instantly burnt off the steam that seemed to be eminating from Shannon's body. She smiled and put the chair that had been inches from cracking Aaron's head open, back down.
Shannon didn't know that most of Aaron's wall was covered in pictures of her. He was infactuated with her actually, without her even knowing it.
Luc sat on the corner of the bed remaining quite as usual.
"I'm gonna go see her I think." He said suddenly. "Anyone coming?" He got out of the car and walked over to his own. It was a Ford Probe. He hated it but it did seem to suit him. It was black with scratches and dent marks everywhere but they were not near as badly as Aaron's.
"You like her don't you?" Jess asked following him.
"Heh, who wouldn't like someone with a body like that? But... nah I don't really like her. Visiting her just sounds good about now." Luc said. He was obviosly not lying... apparently.
"Hey! Maybe we could invite her over?" Shannon suggested as she got out of the back seat of the car with Aaron following her.
"Maybe, but not tonight. We gotta study for exams." Jess said.
Today was Tuesday. Exams were going to be on friday. The Monday after the next the terms would start new. Ranma knew this and could care less about the exams... unfortunantly she also knew that ment one thing she had come to dread above all else... she had gym class. She would have spring vacation before then but still... Damn locker Rooms. Damn showers! DAMN DAMN DAMN!
Ranma didn't realize how much she had started to rely on the English curse word Damn until it was too late. Now she found herself yelling the beloved word at the top of her lungs every time she realized something ELSE bad was happening to her. If you wanted to curse, English was definantly the language to go for.
Damn... Short, sweet, and to the point.
It was just that moment that Ranma realized he had once again began to refer to himself as her.
The only thing he could think to say was, of course, damn.
Ranma couldn't remember the last time something this bad had happened to him. Well... he did remember one thing. Saffron had been much worse than this. He would take confusing his own gender over facing Saffron again anyday. However if this kept up... ugh...
He was sitting in the last ten minutes of a Math class. Fortunantly Ranma didn't know English numbers very well. Or... so he told them. Basicly he was aloud to sit in the back of the room and study the answer to two plus two while the rest of the student's got screwed and had to do medium level algebra.
"Suckers!" Ranma muttered. She tried to stifle a laugh however she couldn't do it. It came out a... giggle. She began to bang her head on her desk.
"Excuse me? Ranko? Your disturbing the class!" Said Mr. Dane or Mr. Smudge as he seemed to enjoy being called.
"Oh, heh... sorry." Ranma said.
"What are you doing anyway?" Asked a girl sitting in front of her.
"Trying to teach my head to stop hitting itself against my desk." Ranma replied. The class laughed as did the teacher.
Ranma would have found it a lot funnier if she hadn't been serious.
Ranma sat in the last class of the school day thinking.
He hated Kasumi... That letter she had sent... her motherly advice was that she be a frilly, basket weavin, gigglin, weak, little girl! DAMN!
Honestly, it wasn't Kasumi, Ranma hated. It was the fact that, her advice, ludacris as it was, seemed even the slightest bit appealing to Ranma. To try and see what the other side of life was like? What would happen... what would happen if he couldn't come back? If he turned into a girl and then ended up feeling the same way about being a guy as he did being a girl now? It wasn't Kasumi, it was the fact that Ranma now knew, that he had a time limit. That his masculinity was slipping and he had to cure himself before.... before he lost himself forever and became Ranko instead.
She made it her perogative to go to a covieniantly placed Acme store nearby and buy and Anvil to use as a punching bag. Normal punching bags shattered in one punch when pit against HIS frustrations.
Ranma was sitting in his appartment looking into a mirror. He hadn't really noticed it... but the dragon mark on her forhead seemed much more... distinct. He also hadn't noticed that the eye on the dragon was changing color. It was turning to a redish color. Ever since he had showed up here his bangs had covered the dragon so no one could see it. It annoyed her and began to itch every now and then... but she wondered what it meant for the eye to change color.
Ranma heard a knock on the door.
"Hello?" he called.
"Hey, Rank-- eh Ranma! can we come in!?" Ranma heard the voice of Jess on the other side of the door say.
"Yeah..." Ranma said.
They walked in.
"Ranma... We were kinda wondering if we could hear the rest of your story. Honestly, at the moment I don't believe it but we wouldn't mind hearing it." Leah said almost apologetically.
"I guess..." Ranma muttered. "Sit down, you'll be here a while."
I hate myself
I hate forcing her masculinity away
The only thing I can do is tell myself: "It has to be done."
I watch as I myself use my power to manupulate her mind. To slowly force her to become her curse... to push her thoughts of masculinity out and feminity in... for the soul purpose of setting me free.
It's not my fault anyway... I'm being forced into it myself... Stupid Kami, forcing me to do it now. And of all the people who could free me, it has to be HIM... her. To her this is just another problem. To me, it is the difference between Heaven and Hell in the end.
It's either Ranma suffering in life for a while, or me for the rest of eternity.
I still feel like shit.
Why did I ever make these damned acursed springs...?
I'm sorry Ran... ko. But this is a battle you cannot win.
If I'm going to do this though... I'll do it as slowly as possible.
I'm sorry Ranma.
The looming mist that hovered over the springs began to glow.
(Hello everyone and I am FINALLY ungrounded so expect many more writing and things to come out much more often now. Also, I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter but I had to get the plot going. Lata!)
Prologue
"My Pigtailed Goddess! Come into my arms and embrace me as I return home from my noble campain to destroy the sorcerer that bequeaths thy soul!!"
I lay here on the grass now looking at Pet and it's brothers... thinking of those days when everything about my life was... well, v(Happy Birthday to me! (Happy Ungrounding for a day to me!) Well... Everybody who could review this chapter liked it. But that's only a few. I have nothing to say here cept one thing... aol was the only thing I could think of. Yahoo work better? Oh well. Don't worry bout it! It'll be fine. In this fic Aol is... America-and-everywhere-else Online. So on with the show!)
Chapter 12: Damn
....
.............
This is Ranma's brain.
....
............
In it's current state.
.....
...............
It's been like this for a little while now. It had been two weeks since Ranma's conversation with her friends. She hadn't come to school. They had also decided not to go to her house. They feared it was possible that she had gone insane. Ranma was feeling insane. Kasumi's reply was, put simply, a great big mallet to the head. TRY!!... being a.. a GIRL! NOT ON KASUMI'S LIFE!
And Ranma valued Kasumi's life very much.
No... Never, never never never never never.... Damn.
Ranma had found lately that HE had been thinking of HIMSELF as a she. He hated this. He hadn't even realized it was happening but slowly it had. His worst fear had begun... sure it was only just a little thing that he'd done a few times... but still!
What he had been doing up until Kasumi's reply came had been simply waiting, getting in extra hours at work, skipping school and thinking.
After about a week an a half the reply came... and it was most uncomforting. NO WAY WOULD RANMA SAOTOME EVEN THINK ABOUT ACTUALLY BEING A GIRL! NEVER!
Now Ranma was doing something that he had mainly neglected during most years of his training. Meditating.
He had done it before, albeit rarely but he had done it. Now he focused everything into his meditation and into clearing his mind of the thoughts that told him he was becoming a her.
What he was trying to do was to destroy these thoughts. But unfortunantly he kept thinking of a few words that had been said to him not long ago.
"You should really start wearing one considering the size yours are at."
Damn those words. They kept coming back and haunting him. And the worst part about it was, he had no clue why. They didn't really stand out that much. They had only been a slight embarassment when Leah had said it. But they kept coming back.
Ranma had begun taking baths a lot more often. It was mainly because for some reason his chest kept hurting and she noticed it was turning into a red sort of rash. He hated his life very much at the moment. He thought it was possible he was sick. Or maybe it was just another side effect of being a girl. Damn body... Damn curses... Damn Jusenkyo... Damn everything...
Damn he was fond of that word. Damn.
He could say it all day.
The day's past.
And, at the end of his second month away from Nerima, He, now firmly assured that he had destroyed anything in his mind telling him otherwise than that he was a man, decided that it was time for him to return to school.
Of course, the second he entered the school at 7:46 that morning he realized that two weeks of meditation really didn't help that much at all.
He found himself, as usual, being hit on by around seven to ten boys during the five minute middle between each class. And he hated it. He hated not being able to punch their lights out... he absolutely hated it.
Leah, Shannon, Jess, Luc, and Aaron were sitting in a car driving home after school. They had seen that Ranko, or Ranma, had returned to school that day. None of them had talked to her.
"A guy? Ranko? NO WAY!" Aaron cried. "Not possible at all. She's a tomboy for sure, but an actual guy? Nah!"
"Well, she had made a lot of interesting things happen ever since she showed up. She seem... I dunno... cursed?" Leah proposed. "It's sorta like everything revolves around her. The center of a web of something."
"Well... You think maybe we should go visit her? I mean... after all that we were gonna do to save er', now we've just gone and left her alone for an entire week." Shannon said.
"No probably not. She's seemed a little wacked up in the head! After all, how could she possible have EVER been a guy with hooters like-- BANG!" Aaron suddenly found a small fist forcing a few of his teeth into a conviently placed pole.
"Damnit Aaron! Will you just shut up! I'm so sick of you talking about that! I'm surprised your not drooling all over the place with pictures of her on you wall!" Leah cried. She then winced as she seemed to have hurt her hand.
"Nah! I'm not into blonds! I like Shannon more than Ranko anyday!" Aaron said. Fortunantly for Aaron, this instantly burnt off the steam that seemed to be eminating from Shannon's body. She smiled and put the chair that had been inches from cracking Aaron's head open, back down.
Shannon didn't know that most of Aaron's wall was covered in pictures of her. He was infactuated with her actually, without her even knowing it.
Luc sat on the corner of the bed remaining quite as usual.
"I'm gonna go see her I think." He said suddenly. "Anyone coming?" He got out of the car and walked over to his own. It was a Ford Probe. He hated it but it did seem to suit him. It was black with scratches and dent marks everywhere but they were not near as badly as Aaron's.
"You like her don't you?" Jess asked following him.
"Heh, who wouldn't like someone with a body like that? But... nah I don't really like her. Visiting her just sounds good about now." Luc said. He was obviosly not lying... apparently.
"Hey! Maybe we could invite her over?" Shannon suggested as she got out of the back seat of the car with Aaron following her.
"Maybe, but not tonight. We gotta study for exams." Jess said.
Today was Tuesday. Exams were going to be on friday. The Monday after the next the terms would start new. Ranma knew this and could care less about the exams... unfortunantly she also knew that ment one thing she had come to dread above all else... she had gym class. She would have spring vacation before then but still... Damn locker Rooms. Damn showers! DAMN DAMN DAMN!
Ranma didn't realize how much she had started to rely on the English curse word Damn until it was too late. Now she found herself yelling the beloved word at the top of her lungs every time she realized something ELSE bad was happening to her. If you wanted to curse, English was definantly the language to go for.
Damn... Short, sweet, and to the point.
It was just that moment that Ranma realized he had once again began to refer to himself as her.
The only thing he could think to say was, of course, damn.
Ranma couldn't remember the last time something this bad had happened to him. Well... he did remember one thing. Saffron had been much worse than this. He would take confusing his own gender over facing Saffron again anyday. However if this kept up... ugh...
He was sitting in the last ten minutes of a Math class. Fortunantly Ranma didn't know English numbers very well. Or... so he told them. Basicly he was aloud to sit in the back of the room and study the answer to two plus two while the rest of the student's got screwed and had to do medium level algebra.
"Suckers!" Ranma muttered. She tried to stifle a laugh however she couldn't do it. It came out a... giggle. She began to bang her head on her desk.
"Excuse me? Ranko? Your disturbing the class!" Said Mr. Dane or Mr. Smudge as he seemed to enjoy being called.
"Oh, heh... sorry." Ranma said.
"What are you doing anyway?" Asked a girl sitting in front of her.
"Trying to teach my head to stop hitting itself against my desk." Ranma replied. The class laughed as did the teacher.
Ranma would have found it a lot funnier if she hadn't been serious.
Ranma sat in the last class of the school day thinking.
He hated Kasumi... That letter she had sent... her motherly advice was that she be a frilly, basket weavin, gigglin, weak, little girl! DAMN!
Honestly, it wasn't Kasumi, Ranma hated. It was the fact that, her advice, ludacris as it was, seemed even the slightest bit appealing to Ranma. To try and see what the other side of life was like? What would happen... what would happen if he couldn't come back? If he turned into a girl and then ended up feeling the same way about being a guy as he did being a girl now? It wasn't Kasumi, it was the fact that Ranma now knew, that he had a time limit. That his masculinity was slipping and he had to cure himself before.... before he lost himself forever and became Ranko instead.
She made it her perogative to go to a covieniantly placed Acme store nearby and buy and Anvil to use as a punching bag. Normal punching bags shattered in one punch when pit against HIS frustrations.
Ranma was sitting in his appartment looking into a mirror. He hadn't really noticed it... but the dragon mark on her forhead seemed much more... distinct. He also hadn't noticed that the eye on the dragon was changing color. It was turning to a redish color. Ever since he had showed up here his bangs had covered the dragon so no one could see it. It annoyed her and began to itch every now and then... but she wondered what it meant for the eye to change color.
Ranma heard a knock on the door.
"Hello?" he called.
"Hey, Rank-- eh Ranma! can we come in!?" Ranma heard the voice of Jess on the other side of the door say.
"Yeah..." Ranma said.
They walked in.
"Ranma... We were kinda wondering if we could hear the rest of your story. Honestly, at the moment I don't believe it but we wouldn't mind hearing it." Leah said almost apologetically.
"I guess..." Ranma muttered. "Sit down, you'll be here a while."
I hate myself
I hate forcing her masculinity away
The only thing I can do is tell myself: "It has to be done."
I watch as I myself use my power to manupulate her mind. To slowly force her to become her curse... to push her thoughts of masculinity out and feminity in... for the soul purpose of setting me free.
It's not my fault anyway... I'm being forced into it myself... Stupid Kami, forcing me to do it now. And of all the people who could free me, it has to be HIM... her. To her this is just another problem. To me, it is the difference between Heaven and Hell in the end.
It's either Ranma suffering in life for a while, or me for the rest of eternity.
I still feel like shit.
Why did I ever make these damned acursed springs...?
I'm sorry Ran... ko. But this is a battle you cannot win.
If I'm going to do this though... I'll do it as slowly as possible.
I'm sorry Ranma.
The looming mist that hovered over the springs began to glow.
(Hello everyone and I am FINALLY ungrounded so expect many more writing and things to come out much more often now. Also, I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter but I had to get the plot going. Lata!)