Story Summary: Mixuki, daughter of Ranma and Akane, has moved back to Tokyo, where everything is extremely strange to her. Her new friends only have one thing in mind: "Transformation: City girl". All this is enough to stress anybody… toss in the fact that she changes into a cat, and then you have… well, this story. )
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Author's note: ok, this is my first fanfic, so yeah; it may not be up to standards. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave any feedback. )
Dedications: this story is dedicated to Desiree, for aspiring a dream, and giving me moral support, and ideas. Without her, there would be no story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma and Co. but I do own Mixuki and Friends, so it's copyright-ed by Me.
Key code:
"People talking out loud"
'People thinking, not out loud'
(Me and my wonderful comments)
Behind the Scenes
Me: all right! Now it's Mixuki's turn to shine.
Ranma: does that mean I'm not in the story anymore?
Me: sure… you'll be in it! Just uh… not as … much
Ranma: but…but… but I'm Ranma!
Me: …
She heard someone yell, "DUCK!" as a giant circular metal disk came flying at her, but all she could think about was 'ducks here sure are strange…'
The next thing she knew, Mixuki was lying flat on her back, a Frisbee on her face.
"Ow…" she whined.
"Hey you, you okay?" asked a tall boy with dark sandy hair. (I don't know how he can have dark sandy colored hair, ok? It just seems like a good way to describe it.) He jogged over quickly and helped Mixuki up.
"Hey you, do I look okay?" Mixuki shot back.
"Geez… sorry… I told you to duck…"
"Oh, so it's my fault you can't keep track of your ducks?"
He stared at her strangely, but decided to let it pass, and smiled at her.
"My name's Kouske," he said.
"Mixuki," she replied.
Kouske held his hand up for a high five, but Mixuki just stared at it blankly.
"You slap it…" he said, confused.
"Why?" asked Mixuki.
"I don't know…you just do," he said.
'What kind of person doesn't know that? Where's she from anyways, looks like she's dressed to go milk a cow or something…' he thought, but instead, he just said, "Uh… are you lost or something?"
"Excuse me!" shouted Mixuki, clearly offended, "my father, the Ranma Saotome, Head of the Tendo Dojo, has sent me to this place, where you happen to be breathing my air!"
Kouske, startled, said, " that's interesting… never heard of a Saotome or a Tendo dojo, maybe he's trying to up his reputation by sending his daughter to the best martial arts school in all of Tokyo."
Mixuki was too surprised to insult him back. "M-martial arts school!"
"Yep, welcome to Tokyo Secondary," he said, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Mixuki was still gaping and not responding.
"Hey, Kou! Where's the Frisbee?" yelled a voice.
"Whoops, I almost forgot," said Kouske, picking up the Frisbee to leave. Then he noticed Mixuki just standing there all alone, looking lost and he quickly felt bad for her. "Hey, wanna come over and meet the gang?"
Mixuki just stood there, dumbfounded still, muttering "martial…arts…" Kouske took that as a 'yes' and dragged her over to his buddies.
"Hey guys, this is Mixuki, she's uh… new here," he introduced.
"Oh my gosh! I love your clothes, man! Like, super awesome!" exclaimed a girl. She was slightly on the short side, with bright curly orange hair, and eager green eyes. "Where'd you get them? Is it a new trend where you come from? Where do you come from? Oh my name's Jynxie, by the way." (Jynxie is always blunt and straightforward.)
"Um… I'm Mixuki Saotome, a dear friend of my mother's hand-sewed this dress, I come from Meka, and I don't know what a trend is," replied Mixuki.
"anyways," continued up Kouske, "this is Tienshin." He pointed at a scrawny fellow with dark eyes and hair, who was shyly scuffing the floor with his shoes.
"Hi," he said shyly, not looking up.
"Tienshin isn't used to visitors," whispered Jynxie.
Mixuki smiled at him, 'he reminds me of the neighbor's little 7-year old son,' she thought wistfully.
Then the gang shifted gears and cried out "Welcome to Tokyo Secondary!" cried in unison, causing a few heads to turn and snicker.
So these relatively good-looking social people were turning heads, not uncommon." So, I guess you guys are the well-known popular students, huh?" asked Mixuki distastefully.
There was an uncomfortable silence that Jynxie finally broke.
"Kinda the opposite," she said cheerfully.
Kouske interpreted, "um… we're kinda the school's… oddballs."
Mixuki burst out laughing until she realized she was the only one laughing. "Oh. You're serious. Why?" (Also very blunt)
"I'm a nerd!" wailed Tienshin as if their whole oddball-predicament was his to blame entirely.
"It's not only Tien, you see, Kou is poor and I have no idea why the Shiko don't like me!"
"Shiko?" asked Mixuki, confused.
"It's you know, the gang of popular students at Tokyo Secondary. Shiko is a term for royalty (in Michelle-land it is) and that's what they consider themselves," explained Kouske with a disdainful look on his face.
"Oh," was all Mixuki managed to say. 'So it's like the head of the crop, in Meka.'
"Why doesn't the Shiko like me?" Jynxie continued to rant to herself.
Kouske and Tienshin leaned in towards Mixuki. "She's a little… slow on the uptake, you know?" Kouske explained.
"But we still love her," said Tienshin, gazing at her fondly.
Kouske rolled is eyes and punched Tienshin in the arm.
"Yeow!" screeched Tien, as he tumbled to the ground.
'Wow, Tien does look like a weakling, but Kouske seemed to have used so little energy… could he be a martial arts master?' wondered Mixuki and made a mental note of it to ask her father about it, until she remembered she wasn't speaking to him because he sent her to a martial arts school.
"I guess it's weird for you to be hanging out with oddballs, huh? Since well, you don't seem strange, you probably had a lot of friends back in Meka," said Jynxie. (Bluntly)
Mixuki smiled to herself, glad that they didn't know her cat secret.
"Yea, but you're probably better off with us, than the Shiko," Kouske added, hurriedly.
"Speaking of the Shiko…"
Just then, the Shiko leaders, Melle and her boyfriend Velle walked up to them.
"Well, well, well, looks like you've met the losers," Melle said to Mixuki.
"And it looks like you've contaminated the new student," Velle said to Kouske and his friends.
"Better us than you," muttered Kouske under his breath.
"Look who's talking!" screeched Melle.
"It's the pauper!" chimed in Velle. "I'm amazed that your parents can afford to send you to school! Don't they need you to help clean toilets with them or something?" with that, the rest of the Shiko cackled robotically.
But before Kouske could insult them back, the first bell rang and the students rushed to class.
"c'mon Mixuki, I'll show you to the principal's office," said Kouske, and he ushered her away from the Shiko.
Melle dragged Velle aside before hurrying off to homeroom.
"What a drag, huh?" asked Velle, "she's such a loser."
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with the girl, except that she's hanging out with losers."
"What about her taste for clothing?" protested Velle.
"What about it? Anyone who has the guts to wear something like that, obviously has self-confidence, and self-confidence doesn't come cheap, you know."
"What are you saying…?"
"She could be worth something to us," Melle said with an evil twinkle in her eyes…
Velle's eyes lit up with understanding as he nodded in agreement.
The second bell rang and they cackled together before hurrying off to class.
I know it's kinda getting off the Ranma subject, and the martial arts and stuff, but I'll try to get back to that. Hope you enjoyed, and keep a look out for chapter 3.
Feel free to leave any suggestions, comments or concerns.
Until next time, Michelle 3