A Moment In The Life Of A Normal Nerimaien
By FirstQueen
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Ranma 1/2 and its characters are the property of Takahashi Rumiko, Shonen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Kitty TV (Japan) and Viz Communications (USA). All other characters and trademarks to appear belong to their respective owners. Note that this work of fiction is for free entertainment purposes only. No compensation has been or will be received.
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Yoko looked up from pulling weeds. "Do you hear something?" she
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ask Tohru.
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"Hear what?" asks Tohru.
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"That noise, it's getting louder." said Yoko.
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"I don't hear anything. Your ears are probably just ringing from that firecracker
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That the boys set off earlier. " replied Tohru.
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"No, no that went away hours ago. Can't you hear it?" Said Yoko.
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"Well, where's it coming from?" asked Tohru.
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"I can't tell." said Yoko looking around.
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"Hey, I hear it now too. I think its coming from tha-"
CRASH!!!
Yoko and Tohru stood blinking in a cloud of dust. When the dust settled they were surprised to see a young man pulling himself out of the newly formed crater at their feet. The young man stood and brushed the dust from his somehow undamaged clothes, then looked up at the two. At their look of shock he putts a hand to the back of his head and gives an embarrassed chuckle.
"Saotome Ranma, sorry about this." He then terned and troughted away leaving them blinking in his wake.
"OK then." sed Yoko.
"Yup." replied Tohru. Then they terned and headed inside for diner.
