Tender Loving Care
Some things, you never realized how beautiful they are, until they're gone. Kasumi, Nabiki, Soun, and Genma now understood what it was they had lost, and how invaluable it was to them.
The quiet, the lack of the sensation that your sanity was slowly being leeched away, the freedom of having to be braced to duck and cover when you want to use the bathroom... these things are of an unimagined bliss when they are once again accessable.
Kasumi lolled back, not even concerning herself with housework, as she flopped on the couch, "They're really gone, both of them... gone..."
Nabiki sat at the other end, wayyyyyy at the other end, as she pet Bunny in her lap, "Oh man, this is the life! No Ranma, no Akane, most importantly, no Ranma OR Akane."
"Indeed," Soun agreed, heartily drinking his beer, "Though he hadn't been with us long, I am well glad he is no longer with us."
"Hey, Tendou," Genma growled, "That's my son you're talking about." Genma took a swig from his own mug, "Now, I had to live with him for ten years, try to imagine what this feels like to me!"
"You poor, poor man," Kasumi lamented, "Although, we did have to contend with Akane for several years. She was such a sweet girl, but a violent maniac."
At that, a knock on the door sounded, drawing looks from each member of the Tendou family and houseguest. Kasumi sighed, still relishing her peace, but decided she still had duties, "I'll get it."
She approached the door, and opened it with the brightest smile she could muster. Absolutely nothing could ruin her blissful mood.
Exept for the boy and girl standing at the doorway, glaring daggers at each other...
and the army of foreigners standing behind them, armed.
And the angry Japanese diplomats.
Kasumi tilted her head, never letting the smile leave her face, "Just a moment, please." After excusing herself, she closed the door gently, and walked back into the house. Her family stared at her, curiously, as she continued to smile, and walk past them into the kitchen. Blinking, they all got up, and followed her.
"Hey, Kasumi, who was at the-WHOA!!!" Nabiki, Soun, and Genma all dove quickly, to restrain Kasumi from slitting her wrists with the large knife.
"What has gotten into you, girl?" Genma demanded, as he pulled the blade from the still smiling young woman.
"I'm sorry," Kasumi replied, never letting her smile falter, "Would someone get the door please, I'm afraid that I left them standing there..."
"Left who standing there?" Soun enquired, but found Kasumi still smiling like a dope fiend. It was then that it clicked for Nabiki.
"No... oh no... nononononononono.... it's not possible... they should be gone at least another day... THEY EVEN GAVE ME EMAIL CONFIRMATION THAT THE PACKAGE WAS DELIVERED!!!"
Feeling the urge to confirm her denial, which only slightly overpowered her urge to run in stark terror, Nabiki rushed to the door, followed shortly by a dumbfounded Soun and Genma. Swinging the door open, Nabiki's world was completely, and utterly shattered.
One of the official looking Japanese men cleared his throat, "Good day, Soun Tendou. If I recall, according to several goodwill and peace treaties signed in tangent with the United States, China, and Holland, your daughter was unallowed to leave the country..."
Behind him, several of the soldiers started speaking in Moari, infuriated with having to put up with the biological weapons named Ranma and Akane.
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Soun smiled nervously, thought not with a bit of hope. He had indeed forgot that issue regarding his daughter about remaining within Japan's borders. You could forgive him for that, though, since his daughter did have quite a few issues he had to remember. Because of this, he was faced with the possiblity of being put into custody, somewhere away from Akane. Or maybe they'll execute him, yes, he decided the peace of the afterlife would be a safe enough distance from his youngest.
"So, I heard that American show, Xena, is filmed there," Nabiki enquired, trying to keep the dialogue with one of the armed Austrailian/New Zealand military officers. Ranma and Akane glared hatefully across the table at each other, while Kasumi and Genma looked on with undistilled terror. Bunny sat on the table, content that no one would bother him. Of course, after Kasumi managed to reattach a pinky back onto one soldier's hand, recalling her sewing and medical skills, everyone pretty much decided to let sleeping rabbits lay.
"We won't take action, this time," the Japanese foreign embassador stated calmly, after taking a sip from his tea. That's one thing he missed about his somewhat frequent trips to the Tendou home so long ago, Kasumi's tea.
"You won't?" Soun asked, feeling greatly disappointed. The ambassador nodded. Truth be told, they were too afraid to do anything to Soun Tendou, for fear of what Akane may do in retaliation. To their estimation, she still had fourteen oil drum sized canisters hidden around Tokyo that they have yet to locate; all of them looking different and colorful, due to Akane's insistance on making a fashion statement.
"Although," he added, "our friends of New Zealand demand compensation."
"They can have Akane as a prisoner of war!" Kasumi exclaimed, helpfully.
"We'll throw the boy in as a bonus!" Genma added, grabbing Ranma's shoulders.
"NO!" responded the Austrailian/New Zealand military forces present, the Japanese ambassador, and the old woman that bore witness to their heinous crimes in their fair country.
Nabiki smirked, seeing opportunity, "So, how much would it be worth to you to keep them from visiting again?"
As everyone else baulked, while Akane shifted her glare to Nabiki for the merest of instances, unfortunately unnoticed by the middle Tendou sister, the Japanese ambassador spoke with a stern, and unmmoved expression, "Is that a threat, Ms. Tendou? I'm afraid that it wouldn't even be a considerable option, as how your sister is unable to leave our soil, ever again."
"What about Ranma?" Nabiki asked innocently, reaching over, and stroking Bunny's fur. It opened one blood red eye with pink iris in the middle, and held it glaring at the ambassador. At Nabiki's comment, and the cute and fuzzy beast's gutteral growl, the Japanese official to New Zealand didn't feel well enough to retort.
The New Zealanders present looked at one another. The majority of them had no idea what was said, but the name mentioned, the name of the Devil born under the rising sun that was prophecized to wipe their country clean of all life, told them it wasn't something in their favor.
One of the present New Zealand officials smiled, nervously, "Please, we're all friends here. I think this whole situation has been... something of an overseeable mishap. Compensation isn't necessary, but we would feel much more secure to know that the servants of Whiro... er... Akane and Ranma are safe at home... andnotinNewZealand..."
Ranma paused from his glaring contest with Akane, "That's the fifth time I heard them call us that."
"Whiro... Moari god of evil, death, and darkness..." Nabiki mumbled, reading her mythology book. She napped it shut, and nodded, "Yup, sounds about right..."
"So, why do we not all just presume this to be a *BIG* misunderstanding?" The new Zealand Minister of Foreign affairs continued, smiling and sweating nervously.
The Japanese ambassador looked up at the man, before begrudgingly nodded, "It appears that you are off the hook."
As he came to standing, the New Zealand official whispered in his ear, "I presume the Japanese goverment will be able to supply the necessary funds for our rebuilding..."
With a sigh and a nod, they motioned their whole party to follow, hopefully they could put this whole incident behind them, only to be mentioned in legend of the two youthful dark ones.
"You call, right?" Nabiki asked, hopefully, drawing a nervous look from the soldier she had been talking with.
"This is all your fault," Akane accused, glaring at Ranma with no little amount of venom, mixed with some napalm, and liberally shaken.
"My fault! If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have accidentally sunk that boat!"
"The blame for that lies with you! I TOLD you I can't swim!"
"Ya shouldda learned! And who was it that pushed me off the cliff in the first place?" Ranma demanded, placing his palms on the table.
"Well you shouldn't have hit me with that boulder!" Akane argued, pointadly.
Ranma threw his arms up in the air, "THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
"Well, who was it that 'accidentally' buried me upside down, half-naked in a graveyard?!?"
"Well, heh, that was funny," Ranma replied, barely stifling his chuckle.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW COLD IT IS, SIX FEET UNDER?!? I RUINED MY NAILS DIGGING OUT OF THAT GRAVE!!!"
"Uh, you two... settle down now," Kasumi attempted to plead, realizing their rising tempers could very well lead to armageddon. Every one else began to back away from the table, leaving Ranma and Akane to their faceoff.
"THAT'S IT, YOU JERK! IF YOU WANT TO PLAY IT THAT WAY, FINE WITH ME!"
"HA! Whaddya think you're going to do, ya uncute, flat-chested, lame-brained, couldn't-get-a-boyfriend-so-should-stick-to-girls, poor imitation of femeninity?"
"Nonononononononononononono..." Kasumi, Nabiki, and Soun attempted to whisper, but found no sound able to leave their throats, as their breaths were caught.
Akane's eyes narrowed in cold fury, having been pushed well over the edge of caring now, "This means war, you know...?"
Ranma met her gaze, "Give it your best shot..."
Several moments later, the sounds of the normal bustle within Nerima were disturbed by a noise akin to a moon-sized meteor slamming into the Earth...
Some things, you never realized how beautiful they are, until they're gone. Kasumi, Nabiki, Soun, and Genma now understood what it was they had lost, and how invaluable it was to them.
The quiet, the lack of the sensation that your sanity was slowly being leeched away, the freedom of having to be braced to duck and cover when you want to use the bathroom... these things are of an unimagined bliss when they are once again accessable.
Kasumi lolled back, not even concerning herself with housework, as she flopped on the couch, "They're really gone, both of them... gone..."
Nabiki sat at the other end, wayyyyyy at the other end, as she pet Bunny in her lap, "Oh man, this is the life! No Ranma, no Akane, most importantly, no Ranma OR Akane."
"Indeed," Soun agreed, heartily drinking his beer, "Though he hadn't been with us long, I am well glad he is no longer with us."
"Hey, Tendou," Genma growled, "That's my son you're talking about." Genma took a swig from his own mug, "Now, I had to live with him for ten years, try to imagine what this feels like to me!"
"You poor, poor man," Kasumi lamented, "Although, we did have to contend with Akane for several years. She was such a sweet girl, but a violent maniac."
At that, a knock on the door sounded, drawing looks from each member of the Tendou family and houseguest. Kasumi sighed, still relishing her peace, but decided she still had duties, "I'll get it."
She approached the door, and opened it with the brightest smile she could muster. Absolutely nothing could ruin her blissful mood.
Exept for the boy and girl standing at the doorway, glaring daggers at each other...
and the army of foreigners standing behind them, armed.
And the angry Japanese diplomats.
Kasumi tilted her head, never letting the smile leave her face, "Just a moment, please." After excusing herself, she closed the door gently, and walked back into the house. Her family stared at her, curiously, as she continued to smile, and walk past them into the kitchen. Blinking, they all got up, and followed her.
"Hey, Kasumi, who was at the-WHOA!!!" Nabiki, Soun, and Genma all dove quickly, to restrain Kasumi from slitting her wrists with the large knife.
"What has gotten into you, girl?" Genma demanded, as he pulled the blade from the still smiling young woman.
"I'm sorry," Kasumi replied, never letting her smile falter, "Would someone get the door please, I'm afraid that I left them standing there..."
"Left who standing there?" Soun enquired, but found Kasumi still smiling like a dope fiend. It was then that it clicked for Nabiki.
"No... oh no... nononononononono.... it's not possible... they should be gone at least another day... THEY EVEN GAVE ME EMAIL CONFIRMATION THAT THE PACKAGE WAS DELIVERED!!!"
Feeling the urge to confirm her denial, which only slightly overpowered her urge to run in stark terror, Nabiki rushed to the door, followed shortly by a dumbfounded Soun and Genma. Swinging the door open, Nabiki's world was completely, and utterly shattered.
One of the official looking Japanese men cleared his throat, "Good day, Soun Tendou. If I recall, according to several goodwill and peace treaties signed in tangent with the United States, China, and Holland, your daughter was unallowed to leave the country..."
Behind him, several of the soldiers started speaking in Moari, infuriated with having to put up with the biological weapons named Ranma and Akane.
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Soun smiled nervously, thought not with a bit of hope. He had indeed forgot that issue regarding his daughter about remaining within Japan's borders. You could forgive him for that, though, since his daughter did have quite a few issues he had to remember. Because of this, he was faced with the possiblity of being put into custody, somewhere away from Akane. Or maybe they'll execute him, yes, he decided the peace of the afterlife would be a safe enough distance from his youngest.
"So, I heard that American show, Xena, is filmed there," Nabiki enquired, trying to keep the dialogue with one of the armed Austrailian/New Zealand military officers. Ranma and Akane glared hatefully across the table at each other, while Kasumi and Genma looked on with undistilled terror. Bunny sat on the table, content that no one would bother him. Of course, after Kasumi managed to reattach a pinky back onto one soldier's hand, recalling her sewing and medical skills, everyone pretty much decided to let sleeping rabbits lay.
"We won't take action, this time," the Japanese foreign embassador stated calmly, after taking a sip from his tea. That's one thing he missed about his somewhat frequent trips to the Tendou home so long ago, Kasumi's tea.
"You won't?" Soun asked, feeling greatly disappointed. The ambassador nodded. Truth be told, they were too afraid to do anything to Soun Tendou, for fear of what Akane may do in retaliation. To their estimation, she still had fourteen oil drum sized canisters hidden around Tokyo that they have yet to locate; all of them looking different and colorful, due to Akane's insistance on making a fashion statement.
"Although," he added, "our friends of New Zealand demand compensation."
"They can have Akane as a prisoner of war!" Kasumi exclaimed, helpfully.
"We'll throw the boy in as a bonus!" Genma added, grabbing Ranma's shoulders.
"NO!" responded the Austrailian/New Zealand military forces present, the Japanese ambassador, and the old woman that bore witness to their heinous crimes in their fair country.
Nabiki smirked, seeing opportunity, "So, how much would it be worth to you to keep them from visiting again?"
As everyone else baulked, while Akane shifted her glare to Nabiki for the merest of instances, unfortunately unnoticed by the middle Tendou sister, the Japanese ambassador spoke with a stern, and unmmoved expression, "Is that a threat, Ms. Tendou? I'm afraid that it wouldn't even be a considerable option, as how your sister is unable to leave our soil, ever again."
"What about Ranma?" Nabiki asked innocently, reaching over, and stroking Bunny's fur. It opened one blood red eye with pink iris in the middle, and held it glaring at the ambassador. At Nabiki's comment, and the cute and fuzzy beast's gutteral growl, the Japanese official to New Zealand didn't feel well enough to retort.
The New Zealanders present looked at one another. The majority of them had no idea what was said, but the name mentioned, the name of the Devil born under the rising sun that was prophecized to wipe their country clean of all life, told them it wasn't something in their favor.
One of the present New Zealand officials smiled, nervously, "Please, we're all friends here. I think this whole situation has been... something of an overseeable mishap. Compensation isn't necessary, but we would feel much more secure to know that the servants of Whiro... er... Akane and Ranma are safe at home... andnotinNewZealand..."
Ranma paused from his glaring contest with Akane, "That's the fifth time I heard them call us that."
"Whiro... Moari god of evil, death, and darkness..." Nabiki mumbled, reading her mythology book. She napped it shut, and nodded, "Yup, sounds about right..."
"So, why do we not all just presume this to be a *BIG* misunderstanding?" The new Zealand Minister of Foreign affairs continued, smiling and sweating nervously.
The Japanese ambassador looked up at the man, before begrudgingly nodded, "It appears that you are off the hook."
As he came to standing, the New Zealand official whispered in his ear, "I presume the Japanese goverment will be able to supply the necessary funds for our rebuilding..."
With a sigh and a nod, they motioned their whole party to follow, hopefully they could put this whole incident behind them, only to be mentioned in legend of the two youthful dark ones.
"You call, right?" Nabiki asked, hopefully, drawing a nervous look from the soldier she had been talking with.
"This is all your fault," Akane accused, glaring at Ranma with no little amount of venom, mixed with some napalm, and liberally shaken.
"My fault! If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have accidentally sunk that boat!"
"The blame for that lies with you! I TOLD you I can't swim!"
"Ya shouldda learned! And who was it that pushed me off the cliff in the first place?" Ranma demanded, placing his palms on the table.
"Well you shouldn't have hit me with that boulder!" Akane argued, pointadly.
Ranma threw his arms up in the air, "THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
"Well, who was it that 'accidentally' buried me upside down, half-naked in a graveyard?!?"
"Well, heh, that was funny," Ranma replied, barely stifling his chuckle.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW COLD IT IS, SIX FEET UNDER?!? I RUINED MY NAILS DIGGING OUT OF THAT GRAVE!!!"
"Uh, you two... settle down now," Kasumi attempted to plead, realizing their rising tempers could very well lead to armageddon. Every one else began to back away from the table, leaving Ranma and Akane to their faceoff.
"THAT'S IT, YOU JERK! IF YOU WANT TO PLAY IT THAT WAY, FINE WITH ME!"
"HA! Whaddya think you're going to do, ya uncute, flat-chested, lame-brained, couldn't-get-a-boyfriend-so-should-stick-to-girls, poor imitation of femeninity?"
"Nonononononononononononono..." Kasumi, Nabiki, and Soun attempted to whisper, but found no sound able to leave their throats, as their breaths were caught.
Akane's eyes narrowed in cold fury, having been pushed well over the edge of caring now, "This means war, you know...?"
Ranma met her gaze, "Give it your best shot..."
Several moments later, the sounds of the normal bustle within Nerima were disturbed by a noise akin to a moon-sized meteor slamming into the Earth...