It's... Notgravitation

By

ToastedPine

Chapter 1

The gym doors were nearly blown of their hinges as a stout looking figure burst in. "Damn you Ranma! How many times have I told you to wait for me?" Ryouga stomped towards the stage, shouldering a massive backpack.

The pigtailed singer playfully waved him off. "Awww Ryo-chan, we're camped right beside the wall. Even you can't get that lost. If, by some crazy chance, you did get lost all you'd have to do is follow the sound of my voice."

Ryouga set the backpack on the stage, slipped off his black leather jacket, tied the sleeves around his waist, and began unpacking the amps. "Stop calling me Ryo-chan you bubble headed twit. My name is Ryouga: Reeeh-Oh-Gah. Say it right for once! And that ki technique only works within a few miles. What if I end up in Africa or something? Say goodbye to our gig tonight."

"Africa?" Ranma looked at Ryouga dubiously. "Plus, your normal name isn't catchy enough."

"I suppose your name is any better."

"Hell yeah, I'm the 'Wild Horse' baby." Ranma bishounen type smile sparkled.

"I've been there I tell you! I even got attacked by a heard of wild rhinos." Ryouga got to work connecting the wires to his synthesizer.

Ranma rubbed his chin. "That would explain how you managed to find me and Uncle Oe in China after we lost you in Okayama."

"I still haven't forgiven you that. One of these days, we WILL find a cure."

Ranma patted Ryouga's head. "Don't be like that, at least now we have a cute band mascot."

"I don't like being a pig, you bastard!" Ryouga swatted the offending hand away.

"Hey it's not my fault you just blindly follow without looking where you're going. And..."

Ranma slid towards Ryouga and tilted his partner's chin, their dewy eyes meeting, and a flowery haze lighting the darkness of the stage, "I know you love me Ryo-chan," he said in his smoothest voice.

WHAM

Veins on Ryouga's head throbbed as the blood rushed to his face. "I don't swing that way and neither do you!" He pointed at the smoking crater where Ranma lay with a lump on his head.

"C'mon Ryo-chan, girls eat this stuff up so we might as well practice."

"If this is all about the girls then how come you jumped into that spring?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ranma crouched, and lewdly whispered, "It's ALL about the girls."

"Wah..."

Ranma splashed himself with the conveniently placed glass of cold water. "Isn't that right?" She leaned in to afford Ryouga a good view of her cleavage. Reeeh-Oh-Gah" Ranma paused before nibbling once on his ear. "...Sama."

Gouts of blood sprayed out of Ryouga's nose with all the pressure of a mallet-wielding tomboy getting medieval on her perverted fiancé.

Ranma-chan dusted off her hands. "Yup, still got it." She wrinkled her nose at the mess. "Maybe that wasn't worth it." She shrugged then skipped off to find a bucket and mop.

Chewing on the eraser of his pencil and studying a clipboard, Ranma had been walking on top of the wired fence built along the side of a canal when part of the fence gave way, sending him falling towards the water.

"Crap!" Time seemed to slow as Ranma threw the clipboard towards dry ground before he hit the water.

"Just great, I'll have to dry this before the concert today. At least my new lyrics aren't soaked." Ranma almost stumbled at the sight of someone reading through her lyrics. He was handsome, tall and fairly well built, with long dark black bangs that played across his eyes. She fought down a shudder after getting a better look at his eyes: they were cold and intense... murderous if she didn't know any better.

Ranma snapped out of her trance, realizing that he was holding out a hand to help her up. "Thanks," she said, and wrung as much water as she could out of her shirt. "The name's Ranma, what's yours?" She wasn't prepared to receive the glare triggered by her question."

"These lyrics aren't worth the paper they're written on," he said like a man who had just tasted something horrible.

"Why you!"

"Simple-minded," the man continued without heeding her reaction, "blocky, senseless, uninspired, and overly sentimental." Each new criticism slammed into Ranma's ego with the force of a Mack truck. By the end of the short assault, Ranma was on her knees, hair sticking out at odd angles.

She raised her head to the mean, yet overall good looking man, tears flowing freely. "What do you know you big meanie! I put my heart into those lyrics."

"Feh, you should give up song writing. Amateurs like you are destined to fail."

Ranma twitched, her tears suddenly disappeared and dark clouds coalesced overhead. "What did you say..." she grounded out, her visage hidden behind the shadows.

"You heard me, amateur, there's no--"

BLAM

Ranma stood there, hyperventilating, with her outstretched fist. "Ain't no one call me an amateur, you got that buddy!" She screamed at the rapidly disappearing figure in the sky. "Come back here so I can kick your scrawny ass!" She remained in her position for a little longer to get her breathing under control.

The dark clouds parted by the time Ranma had regained her bearings, enabling her to spot the wallet where the man she had sent into orbit was earlier. Picking it up, Ranma inspected the contents. The first thing she came upon was an I.D. for... Pantyhose Tarou! Oh this was rich, that jerk was named Pantyhose-- probably divine punishment for being such a jerk. "I suppose I should try to find him and return this... ah well he can wait." Ranma riffled through some more and pulled out a thousand yen. "Money, sweet! Takoyaki, here I come!" She went on her merry way, completely forgetting what it was she was supposed to do after having a snack.

Author's Rambling: Many thanks to J. St.C. Patrick for his awesome services as a proof reader.

Well, that's it for a short chapter 1. I'll try to make it longer next time, C&C will probably make a big difference here since the plot hasn't been decided on completely yet.