Over the Clouds'
"School?" Shampoo replied, incredulously.
"Well, we are going to be here awhile," Genma stated calmly over his cup of tea.
"But... but..." Shampoo stuttered, before regaining her bearings, "Shampoo place is by husband! And Shampoo no need school!"
"Of course, 'Shampoo no need school'," Nabiki stated walking into the dining area, "I mean, anyone who speaks Japanese as articulate as you do is well beyond our meager academic facilities." The Amazon glowered at the other girl, wishing that she would be able to retaliate without garnering her husband's irritation.
"She's right, you know?" Genma continued, "Besides, your Great Grandmother even told you that you would need to fit in."
"She no say Shamp... I need go to school," Genma didn't need to say anymore, knowing his case was won.
"Come on, Shampoo," Akane interjected, "I got a uniform that you can wear. It won't be so bad."
"Of course, it may be a little tight around the chest, but it would only be for one day until you get your own uniform," Nabiki commented, sitting down to eat. Akane turned to glare at her sister, while Shampoo giggled slightly at the comment.
"Speaking of school, what of your son?" Soun interjected, looking down from his newspaper.
"Ah..." Genma looked back at his friend with a slightly flustered expression.
"Doesn't Furinkan have its own facilities that would be able to educate Ranma?" Kasumi's enquired, sitting down to eat with the rest of the family and guests.
Both Akane and Nabiki quickly stopped eating, to look at their sister with shocked, and almost slightly fearful expressions. "Um... I, um... don't think..." Akane stammered.
"I don't think so," Nabiki came in for the save, "I can look into some schools for the mentally disabled that may be in the area."
Soun frowned at it, while Kasumi mused on it. "I suppose," the eldest daughter replied, "though I don't think it would do for it to be too far away."
Akane gave a visible sigh of relief, which caused Genma to raise an eyebrow, while Nabiki quickly nodded, "I'll get right on it, gotta go!"
Shampoo watched Nabiki quickly escape out of the house, "She in too, too big hurry."
"She likes to get to school early," Akane stated, "Come on, we need to get you prepared before we run to late." Begrudingly, Shampoo followed the other girl upstairs to her room. Genma watched Akane with narrowed eyes, before grunting, and returning to eating his breakfast at a hurried pace.
Kasumi was confused about her sisters' sudden reactions from her mentioning Ranma attending Furinkan, but shrugged it off, as something else came to her attention, "Where's Ranma?"
"Playing," Genma stated factually, "He usually has too much energy left over form morning sparring."
"Ah, well I'll put some up for him later, then," Kasumi replied, getting up from the table. As she walked away, one thought re-entered her mind, "I wonder what had gotten into Akane and Nabiki?"
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Kasumi couldn't figure out what was with her sisters, as she washed the dishes. She was rather sure that Furinkan had physically impaired classes, so it would stand that they may have the facilities to handle the mentally impaired. She resolved that she would check on it, herself later on.
"Whatcha doin'?" Kasumi blinked, and turned to find Ranma standing behind her, looking innocently over her shoulders.
"I'm washing the dishes from breakfast this morning," she replied, finding it ackward to have to talk down to someone who was standing slightly taller than she was.
"Oh," Ranma came from behind her, and rested his folded arms on the counter by the sink, watching her work. Kasumi busied herself, attempting to ignore the curious pigtailed boy. As her soft hands worked the sodden dishrag over the particles of food, she started to become somewhat agitated with the attention. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to having someone observe her over her shoulder as she worked, or maybe it was because Ranma had inadvertantly seen her in the bath earlier that morning, whatever it was, she was becoming uncomfortable.
"Where's your sisters?" Ranma asked, finally looking back at Kasumi.
"They went to school," Kasumi replied, a bit more tersely than she wanted to.
"Oh," Ranma was quiet for a moment, and went back to watching Kasumi do the dishes. Kasumi started to scrub harder, attempting to rid the dish of an imagined particle that was being stubborn. "Did they take Shampoo with them?"
"Yes, yes they did, Ranma," Kasumi replied, holding in her building agitation.
"Oh." Ranma watched Kasumi continue washing dishes, "Why are you washing the same plate when there are a lot of other dishes in there?"
Kasumi blinked, realizing that she had been scrubbing the same dish since Ranma had made his appearance into the kitchen. Deciding that she wasn't going to concentrate enough with Ranma around, Kasumi decided that she needed to get rid of him for a bit, "Um, Ranma? Why don't you go see what your father is doing?"
Ranma sulked, "He's playing that stupid board game with your Pop." Only the sounds of the light clattering of porcelyn and laquer finished wood under a few gallons of soapy water filled the air, as Kasumi considered something else for Ranma to do. She had to idly wonder if this is what having kids would be like, possibly what a teenager would be like to raise.
"I'm bored," Ranma finally stated, "Do you have any videogames?"
Kasumi gave a silent praise, as Ranma gave her a means of keeping him distracted, "I believe Nabiki and Akane have a few in the living room. Ask my father, he may know how to hook it up."
"Cool! Okay" Ranma responded, before rushing off. Kasumi sighed in relief; she wasn't sure how to deal with Ranma. He was a teenager, with the mind of a child; it was just so confusing as how to relate to him. Kasumi really considered how Shampoo must had felt when she realized the situation she was in. Kasumi, at least, was older than Ranma.
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"No, this goes in here!"
"Are you sure, Saotome?"
"Uh, no, but it looks like it would fit..."
Ranma stood, with a sullen expression, as he waited for the two adults to hook up the game system, "Mr. Tendou, I know how to-"
"Don't worry, Ranma, we'll have it set up for you in a bit," Soun interjected, before returning to the task at hand, "Hmm, what do I do with this?"
"I don't think it's needed," Genma voiced, "You have these hookup things, and they look newer."
"So, you're right, Saotome. But... which one goes in which?"
"I think the red one would go in the red one, the white one would go in the white one, and the yellow one would go in the yellow hole."
"Remarkable deduction, Saotome! I can't believe I missed that!"
"But I-" Ranma tried to speak up again, and was once again cut off.
"Patience is a virtue, Ranma. It won't be long now... Saotome, where does this end go?"
"I think into the video game, Tendou."
"Where? It doesn't look like it will fit in the front."
"Then let's try the back."
Ranma looked around, and found a few games for the system, "Cool! 'Carnage Fighter 4; Meatball Surgery'!!!"
"Oh! I believe that's one of Nabiki's favorites," Soun chuckled, "She says she got it for stress relief."
"Ah, maybe you should look for another game..." Genma stated, a bit nervously.
Soun picked up on the tone, "Saotome, something the matter?"
"Tendou," Genma replied in a whisper, "The boy's got martial arts abilities far beyond anything we've seen. Do you *REALLY* think it would be wise to let him see a game with a violent name like that?"
"I... see..." Soun replied, growing just slightly pale. He had only glanced a few times around while Nabiki, and occasionally Akane, would be playing it, "Ranma, I think they have some car racing games down there you might enjoy..." Soun paused a second, and sat up to look at Ranma, "You know? you and Nabiki do have a lot in common. Perhaps you two may want to play videogames together sometimes?" Genma sat up himself, glancing sideways at his old training partner.
Ranma merely shrugged, before replying, "i dunno."
"Hmm, well remember that, Ranma." Soun returned to attempting to set things up, followed, albeit hesitantly, by Genma. Ranma pouted, while the two men went back to working on getting things set up for Ranma, and headed back to the kitchen.
Kasumi had just finished the small load of dishes, and almost finished drying them. She turned around to put the last plate away, as she came face to face with Ranma, staring at him in his innocent slate blue eyes.
"You're pretty," Ranma stated, oblivious to the affect his compliment would have. With that compliment, the plate slipped from the young woman's grasp. Just as it did, Kasumi quickly scurried for it, barely allowing it to slip away from her fingers. Much to her relief, Ranma has intercepted it, before it hit the ground.
"Can I help?" Ranma asked, spinning back up to standing from dropping down to catch the plate before it impacted on the floor.
"That's okay, Ranma I just finished," Kasumi replied, attempting to get her bearings, "Didn't you want to play videogames?"
"They won't let me hook it up," Ranma replied with a frown, just as Mr. Tendou spoke."
"I think I got it, Ranma, I... blast it all, why isn't there a picture?"
"Let's plug the hookups into the one that said 'input', see if that makes a difference."
"I suppose it's worth a try."
Kasumi sighed, before getting an idea, "Father, Mr. Saotome, would you come here so I could ask you something?" Kasumi turned back to Ranma, and mouthed the word 'go'. The pigtailed boy took the hint, and rushed off to the living room, passing their parents on the way out.
"What is it, Kasumi?" Genma asked.
"Well, I was wondering, before I went out to do the grocery shopping, what would you two like for dinner? Does Ranma have any allergies...?"
Ranma quickly assembled the game system, as the two men decided what would be great for the evening meal. Neither of them noticed Kasumi's fading blush.
"School?" Shampoo replied, incredulously.
"Well, we are going to be here awhile," Genma stated calmly over his cup of tea.
"But... but..." Shampoo stuttered, before regaining her bearings, "Shampoo place is by husband! And Shampoo no need school!"
"Of course, 'Shampoo no need school'," Nabiki stated walking into the dining area, "I mean, anyone who speaks Japanese as articulate as you do is well beyond our meager academic facilities." The Amazon glowered at the other girl, wishing that she would be able to retaliate without garnering her husband's irritation.
"She's right, you know?" Genma continued, "Besides, your Great Grandmother even told you that you would need to fit in."
"She no say Shamp... I need go to school," Genma didn't need to say anymore, knowing his case was won.
"Come on, Shampoo," Akane interjected, "I got a uniform that you can wear. It won't be so bad."
"Of course, it may be a little tight around the chest, but it would only be for one day until you get your own uniform," Nabiki commented, sitting down to eat. Akane turned to glare at her sister, while Shampoo giggled slightly at the comment.
"Speaking of school, what of your son?" Soun interjected, looking down from his newspaper.
"Ah..." Genma looked back at his friend with a slightly flustered expression.
"Doesn't Furinkan have its own facilities that would be able to educate Ranma?" Kasumi's enquired, sitting down to eat with the rest of the family and guests.
Both Akane and Nabiki quickly stopped eating, to look at their sister with shocked, and almost slightly fearful expressions. "Um... I, um... don't think..." Akane stammered.
"I don't think so," Nabiki came in for the save, "I can look into some schools for the mentally disabled that may be in the area."
Soun frowned at it, while Kasumi mused on it. "I suppose," the eldest daughter replied, "though I don't think it would do for it to be too far away."
Akane gave a visible sigh of relief, which caused Genma to raise an eyebrow, while Nabiki quickly nodded, "I'll get right on it, gotta go!"
Shampoo watched Nabiki quickly escape out of the house, "She in too, too big hurry."
"She likes to get to school early," Akane stated, "Come on, we need to get you prepared before we run to late." Begrudingly, Shampoo followed the other girl upstairs to her room. Genma watched Akane with narrowed eyes, before grunting, and returning to eating his breakfast at a hurried pace.
Kasumi was confused about her sisters' sudden reactions from her mentioning Ranma attending Furinkan, but shrugged it off, as something else came to her attention, "Where's Ranma?"
"Playing," Genma stated factually, "He usually has too much energy left over form morning sparring."
"Ah, well I'll put some up for him later, then," Kasumi replied, getting up from the table. As she walked away, one thought re-entered her mind, "I wonder what had gotten into Akane and Nabiki?"
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Kasumi couldn't figure out what was with her sisters, as she washed the dishes. She was rather sure that Furinkan had physically impaired classes, so it would stand that they may have the facilities to handle the mentally impaired. She resolved that she would check on it, herself later on.
"Whatcha doin'?" Kasumi blinked, and turned to find Ranma standing behind her, looking innocently over her shoulders.
"I'm washing the dishes from breakfast this morning," she replied, finding it ackward to have to talk down to someone who was standing slightly taller than she was.
"Oh," Ranma came from behind her, and rested his folded arms on the counter by the sink, watching her work. Kasumi busied herself, attempting to ignore the curious pigtailed boy. As her soft hands worked the sodden dishrag over the particles of food, she started to become somewhat agitated with the attention. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to having someone observe her over her shoulder as she worked, or maybe it was because Ranma had inadvertantly seen her in the bath earlier that morning, whatever it was, she was becoming uncomfortable.
"Where's your sisters?" Ranma asked, finally looking back at Kasumi.
"They went to school," Kasumi replied, a bit more tersely than she wanted to.
"Oh," Ranma was quiet for a moment, and went back to watching Kasumi do the dishes. Kasumi started to scrub harder, attempting to rid the dish of an imagined particle that was being stubborn. "Did they take Shampoo with them?"
"Yes, yes they did, Ranma," Kasumi replied, holding in her building agitation.
"Oh." Ranma watched Kasumi continue washing dishes, "Why are you washing the same plate when there are a lot of other dishes in there?"
Kasumi blinked, realizing that she had been scrubbing the same dish since Ranma had made his appearance into the kitchen. Deciding that she wasn't going to concentrate enough with Ranma around, Kasumi decided that she needed to get rid of him for a bit, "Um, Ranma? Why don't you go see what your father is doing?"
Ranma sulked, "He's playing that stupid board game with your Pop." Only the sounds of the light clattering of porcelyn and laquer finished wood under a few gallons of soapy water filled the air, as Kasumi considered something else for Ranma to do. She had to idly wonder if this is what having kids would be like, possibly what a teenager would be like to raise.
"I'm bored," Ranma finally stated, "Do you have any videogames?"
Kasumi gave a silent praise, as Ranma gave her a means of keeping him distracted, "I believe Nabiki and Akane have a few in the living room. Ask my father, he may know how to hook it up."
"Cool! Okay" Ranma responded, before rushing off. Kasumi sighed in relief; she wasn't sure how to deal with Ranma. He was a teenager, with the mind of a child; it was just so confusing as how to relate to him. Kasumi really considered how Shampoo must had felt when she realized the situation she was in. Kasumi, at least, was older than Ranma.
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"No, this goes in here!"
"Are you sure, Saotome?"
"Uh, no, but it looks like it would fit..."
Ranma stood, with a sullen expression, as he waited for the two adults to hook up the game system, "Mr. Tendou, I know how to-"
"Don't worry, Ranma, we'll have it set up for you in a bit," Soun interjected, before returning to the task at hand, "Hmm, what do I do with this?"
"I don't think it's needed," Genma voiced, "You have these hookup things, and they look newer."
"So, you're right, Saotome. But... which one goes in which?"
"I think the red one would go in the red one, the white one would go in the white one, and the yellow one would go in the yellow hole."
"Remarkable deduction, Saotome! I can't believe I missed that!"
"But I-" Ranma tried to speak up again, and was once again cut off.
"Patience is a virtue, Ranma. It won't be long now... Saotome, where does this end go?"
"I think into the video game, Tendou."
"Where? It doesn't look like it will fit in the front."
"Then let's try the back."
Ranma looked around, and found a few games for the system, "Cool! 'Carnage Fighter 4; Meatball Surgery'!!!"
"Oh! I believe that's one of Nabiki's favorites," Soun chuckled, "She says she got it for stress relief."
"Ah, maybe you should look for another game..." Genma stated, a bit nervously.
Soun picked up on the tone, "Saotome, something the matter?"
"Tendou," Genma replied in a whisper, "The boy's got martial arts abilities far beyond anything we've seen. Do you *REALLY* think it would be wise to let him see a game with a violent name like that?"
"I... see..." Soun replied, growing just slightly pale. He had only glanced a few times around while Nabiki, and occasionally Akane, would be playing it, "Ranma, I think they have some car racing games down there you might enjoy..." Soun paused a second, and sat up to look at Ranma, "You know? you and Nabiki do have a lot in common. Perhaps you two may want to play videogames together sometimes?" Genma sat up himself, glancing sideways at his old training partner.
Ranma merely shrugged, before replying, "i dunno."
"Hmm, well remember that, Ranma." Soun returned to attempting to set things up, followed, albeit hesitantly, by Genma. Ranma pouted, while the two men went back to working on getting things set up for Ranma, and headed back to the kitchen.
Kasumi had just finished the small load of dishes, and almost finished drying them. She turned around to put the last plate away, as she came face to face with Ranma, staring at him in his innocent slate blue eyes.
"You're pretty," Ranma stated, oblivious to the affect his compliment would have. With that compliment, the plate slipped from the young woman's grasp. Just as it did, Kasumi quickly scurried for it, barely allowing it to slip away from her fingers. Much to her relief, Ranma has intercepted it, before it hit the ground.
"Can I help?" Ranma asked, spinning back up to standing from dropping down to catch the plate before it impacted on the floor.
"That's okay, Ranma I just finished," Kasumi replied, attempting to get her bearings, "Didn't you want to play videogames?"
"They won't let me hook it up," Ranma replied with a frown, just as Mr. Tendou spoke."
"I think I got it, Ranma, I... blast it all, why isn't there a picture?"
"Let's plug the hookups into the one that said 'input', see if that makes a difference."
"I suppose it's worth a try."
Kasumi sighed, before getting an idea, "Father, Mr. Saotome, would you come here so I could ask you something?" Kasumi turned back to Ranma, and mouthed the word 'go'. The pigtailed boy took the hint, and rushed off to the living room, passing their parents on the way out.
"What is it, Kasumi?" Genma asked.
"Well, I was wondering, before I went out to do the grocery shopping, what would you two like for dinner? Does Ranma have any allergies...?"
Ranma quickly assembled the game system, as the two men decided what would be great for the evening meal. Neither of them noticed Kasumi's fading blush.