'Tender Loving Care'
"That felt great!" Akane chirped, as she stretched her arms, and sat up in bed. It had been a while since she had gotten an exellent nights sleep like that; it was as if last night had been made to relax. Her soft bed, her fluffy pillow, and her warm blankets contrasting with the cool air caused by the crisp, clean bisection through her room, caused by an errant satelite of death, all provided such a soothing slumber.
Languishly, the raven haired girl pulled herself out of bed, idly wondering why she was even bothering to get up so early for a non-school day. Just as well, she didn't feel like she could stay in bed for much longer. Gathering her bath supplies, Akane opened the door to her room, and yawned before bidding a good morning to her nervous sister Kasumi, and the dozen or so hostile robed men with spears, shields, handgrenades, nylon rope, a possum, and pitchforks standing behind her.
Akane stepped back into her room, calmly closing the door. After setting down the bath supplies, she went to her closet, and chose an outfit. Yes, the pink woolen sweater with black leggings, she also thought it would look nice with her baby blue bracelet... on second thought, with her long hair, maybe it would be better to wear the dark blue flannel with the leggings.
After much debate, Akane finally settled on a cute navy blue dress with a dark gray undershirt. Satisfied with her outfit, she then changed out of her pajammas, and headed towards her window. She opened it, relishing the cool morning breeze that met her face, and proceeded to climb out of it while ignoring the army of robed men, carrying various weapons, flags of different colors, and facimilies of Akane hanging from a noose while ablaze.
once firmly on the roof, she walked over to the insulated line connecting from her roof to a nearby telephone pole, removed the ribbon holding her hair from her head, looped it over the line, and used it to make her escape.
"THERE, BRETHREN, THE FOUL JEZEBEL ATTEMPTS TO FLEE! HONOR OUR SAVIOR RANMA, HUNT THE EVIL DEMONESS DOWN AND SLAY HER!" Brothe Joe proclaimed, earning a multitude of hails from the legions about him. As one, they marched forth, intent on not letting the girl they recognized as the anti-Christ that must be slayed, lest the bowels of the Earth rupture forth the darkest evils that could possibly exist.
Akane skiddled down the telephone pole, dusted herself off, and began to skip away. It was such a nice day for a stroll, she decided, if one just wouldn't be bothered by the mass army of psycho-zealots following her.
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Kasumi remained standing at Akane's door, long after the early morning guests departed. They had been asking for Akane, and though they were awfully polite, they didn't seem like they were interested in being hospitable to her younger sister.
Things had gotten out of hand. Correction, things had gotten royally FUBAR beyond the scope of anything Kasumi has even glanced at in a history book, and for the life of her, she didn't know how to handle it anymore.
Her Dad and her sister were both reduced to broken, quivering balls of flesh locked in the fetal position, with Kasumi's own desire to make sure everything turned out okay being the only thing keeping her from joining them. Unfortunately, she had no control over anything. Mr. Saotome feared him, and Ranma was practically beyond her influence. Even attempting to lightly chide him earned her his petty retribution, and she remembered 'fondly' what happened to anyone who attempted to quell the youngest Tendou sister in their earlier youth. They still haven't found a few of the missing persons. And though Akane swore she never killed anyone, even indiretly, she did proclaim that it was their own faults if they did die. That comforted the authorities very little.
There was only one person that could control Akane, and even curb her bratty attitude until it seemed to disappear from the girl, leaving her a sweet, if not psychotically violent, girl.
Not knowing what else to do, Kasumi went to her room to get dressed to leave the house. It had been a while since she had visited her mother's grave.
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"Hello Mr. Toshida," Akane greeted, skipping by the old man who was watering his lawn early in the morning.
"Why, Hello Akane dear, out for your morning jog I see."
"Um, you could say that..." Akane replied. She paused in thought, "Say, Mr. Toshida, could you look around the corner and tell me if there is an army of robed zealots marching here?"
"Why certainly, dear. Did I ever tell you you have the best manners?" The old man congradulated, as he walked around to the corner of his fence, "Well, whaddya know? There sure is, Akane dear."
Akane pouted a bit, before perking up, "You still have that 1944 Type 100? I would sure love to hear the story on that!"
Mr. Toshida smiled, it had been a while since someone was interested about his times during the Pacific campaign.
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Kasumi stood at the gates of the grave yard, only having been there a few times, and always with family on the anniversary of their mother's death. It held the same nearly overwhelming despair that it did every time she had recalled being within, yet this time she didn't have the support of her sisters and father to brave it.
Brave it she must, because her fear of her sister and their mutual fiance being out of control was more devestating than her irrational fear of the dead. Taking a deep breath, she strode into the hallowed grounds, intent on seeking spiritual guidance.
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"DIE, DIE YOU FILTHY AMERICAN SWINE!!! SPILL YOUR DIRTY BLOOD FOR MY EMPEROR!!!" Kind Mr. Toshida shouted, wearing his old WWII helmet, while utilizing his archaic Type 100 machine gun with alarming proficiency. Akane nodded, impressed with the elderly man's ability, not to mention his ingenuity. So what if they didn't have bullets? A few nails, some baking soda, and a few other common household supplies brought the old weapon back to its prime.
They both sat on the roof, as the old man worked zealously to put down the white robed devils that attempted to invade his home nation. The Winds of the Emperor would strike them down, repelling their evil campaign to dominate the noble Japanese. His unyeilding duty to his Emperor finally turned the tide, as the seemingly endless onslaught of evil foreigners began to retreat, screaming in agony from the blessed ammunition that adheared to them like pins to a small cushion. They were no match for the Japanese Imperial Army, they would win the war along with their German and Italian brethern with ease.
Once she saw the opportunity, Akane quickly made her way down from the roof, feeling rather secure at the sound of the Geneva Convention edicts being broken in an alluring scatto sound, compiled with much screaming.
Merrily, the youngest Tendou daughter went on her way, deciding she wouldn't be bothered any longer.
"THERE SHE IS, BROTHERS! THE DEMONESS ATTEMPTS TO SEEK ESCAPE AS WE ARE DISTRACTED BY HER HELLISH FOOTSOLDIER! ONWARD TO GLORY FOR OUR SAVIOR!!!"
The one she was starting to recognize as 'Brother Joe' again, she was getting rather tired of hearing his shouting. Akane considered the pillow factory that was not too far from there. The quality pillow factory with nice, soft, *sufficating* pillow down...
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"Hello, mother," Kasumi whispered, putting her hands together in prayer, and bowing. "I would like to say we are all doing well and healthy, but..."
Dropping to her knees in heavily fustrated exasperation, the eldest daughter and mother figure of the Tendou family continued, "It's Akane. She's... acing up again. And what's worse, our guest Ranma's encouraging her with the same behavior. I.. I just don't know what to do about the two of them! They'll tear the whole Tokyo prime apart if they aren't stopped! But I JUST don't know how!"
Almost sobbing in despair, feeling completely impotent in the situation, Kasumi gave her heartfelt plea, "Please, if there was a way, just a sign... please give me some sort of omen..."
As if at her call, a small breeze burst from nowhere, causing the grass to shudder, as the sun peaked a little brighter from beyond the clouds.
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Ranma laid on Akane's bed, reading through a manga. He considered his actions, and thought this time he may have gone a bit too far. Sure She tried to flash fry him with an obital doomsday device, but it wasn't as if she would be able to actually tag him. Really, sending a legion of obsessive, bloodthirsty, unreasoning zealots after her to drink her blood and devour her mangled corpse in his honor was just way too exessive.
Akane seemed like a survivor, and he dearly hoped she lived to make it back home. This whole ordeal was starting to get out of hand, and though he knew he would win in the end, he kinda liked where he was living currently; the total obliteration of Nerima just wouldn't sit well with him.
Yes, and, well, he kind of did just get off on the wrong foot with the girl; they almost started out as friends, after all. Yup, Ranma now realized that it was time to just let bygones be bygones...
"Heh heh, Naruto, when will you ever learn?" Ranma asked out loud, as he read Akane's manga, listened to her battery powered portable CD player, and munched on her stash of 'Hello Panda' snacks that Akane had hidden under her bed.
"That felt great!" Akane chirped, as she stretched her arms, and sat up in bed. It had been a while since she had gotten an exellent nights sleep like that; it was as if last night had been made to relax. Her soft bed, her fluffy pillow, and her warm blankets contrasting with the cool air caused by the crisp, clean bisection through her room, caused by an errant satelite of death, all provided such a soothing slumber.
Languishly, the raven haired girl pulled herself out of bed, idly wondering why she was even bothering to get up so early for a non-school day. Just as well, she didn't feel like she could stay in bed for much longer. Gathering her bath supplies, Akane opened the door to her room, and yawned before bidding a good morning to her nervous sister Kasumi, and the dozen or so hostile robed men with spears, shields, handgrenades, nylon rope, a possum, and pitchforks standing behind her.
Akane stepped back into her room, calmly closing the door. After setting down the bath supplies, she went to her closet, and chose an outfit. Yes, the pink woolen sweater with black leggings, she also thought it would look nice with her baby blue bracelet... on second thought, with her long hair, maybe it would be better to wear the dark blue flannel with the leggings.
After much debate, Akane finally settled on a cute navy blue dress with a dark gray undershirt. Satisfied with her outfit, she then changed out of her pajammas, and headed towards her window. She opened it, relishing the cool morning breeze that met her face, and proceeded to climb out of it while ignoring the army of robed men, carrying various weapons, flags of different colors, and facimilies of Akane hanging from a noose while ablaze.
once firmly on the roof, she walked over to the insulated line connecting from her roof to a nearby telephone pole, removed the ribbon holding her hair from her head, looped it over the line, and used it to make her escape.
"THERE, BRETHREN, THE FOUL JEZEBEL ATTEMPTS TO FLEE! HONOR OUR SAVIOR RANMA, HUNT THE EVIL DEMONESS DOWN AND SLAY HER!" Brothe Joe proclaimed, earning a multitude of hails from the legions about him. As one, they marched forth, intent on not letting the girl they recognized as the anti-Christ that must be slayed, lest the bowels of the Earth rupture forth the darkest evils that could possibly exist.
Akane skiddled down the telephone pole, dusted herself off, and began to skip away. It was such a nice day for a stroll, she decided, if one just wouldn't be bothered by the mass army of psycho-zealots following her.
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Kasumi remained standing at Akane's door, long after the early morning guests departed. They had been asking for Akane, and though they were awfully polite, they didn't seem like they were interested in being hospitable to her younger sister.
Things had gotten out of hand. Correction, things had gotten royally FUBAR beyond the scope of anything Kasumi has even glanced at in a history book, and for the life of her, she didn't know how to handle it anymore.
Her Dad and her sister were both reduced to broken, quivering balls of flesh locked in the fetal position, with Kasumi's own desire to make sure everything turned out okay being the only thing keeping her from joining them. Unfortunately, she had no control over anything. Mr. Saotome feared him, and Ranma was practically beyond her influence. Even attempting to lightly chide him earned her his petty retribution, and she remembered 'fondly' what happened to anyone who attempted to quell the youngest Tendou sister in their earlier youth. They still haven't found a few of the missing persons. And though Akane swore she never killed anyone, even indiretly, she did proclaim that it was their own faults if they did die. That comforted the authorities very little.
There was only one person that could control Akane, and even curb her bratty attitude until it seemed to disappear from the girl, leaving her a sweet, if not psychotically violent, girl.
Not knowing what else to do, Kasumi went to her room to get dressed to leave the house. It had been a while since she had visited her mother's grave.
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"Hello Mr. Toshida," Akane greeted, skipping by the old man who was watering his lawn early in the morning.
"Why, Hello Akane dear, out for your morning jog I see."
"Um, you could say that..." Akane replied. She paused in thought, "Say, Mr. Toshida, could you look around the corner and tell me if there is an army of robed zealots marching here?"
"Why certainly, dear. Did I ever tell you you have the best manners?" The old man congradulated, as he walked around to the corner of his fence, "Well, whaddya know? There sure is, Akane dear."
Akane pouted a bit, before perking up, "You still have that 1944 Type 100? I would sure love to hear the story on that!"
Mr. Toshida smiled, it had been a while since someone was interested about his times during the Pacific campaign.
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Kasumi stood at the gates of the grave yard, only having been there a few times, and always with family on the anniversary of their mother's death. It held the same nearly overwhelming despair that it did every time she had recalled being within, yet this time she didn't have the support of her sisters and father to brave it.
Brave it she must, because her fear of her sister and their mutual fiance being out of control was more devestating than her irrational fear of the dead. Taking a deep breath, she strode into the hallowed grounds, intent on seeking spiritual guidance.
______________________
"DIE, DIE YOU FILTHY AMERICAN SWINE!!! SPILL YOUR DIRTY BLOOD FOR MY EMPEROR!!!" Kind Mr. Toshida shouted, wearing his old WWII helmet, while utilizing his archaic Type 100 machine gun with alarming proficiency. Akane nodded, impressed with the elderly man's ability, not to mention his ingenuity. So what if they didn't have bullets? A few nails, some baking soda, and a few other common household supplies brought the old weapon back to its prime.
They both sat on the roof, as the old man worked zealously to put down the white robed devils that attempted to invade his home nation. The Winds of the Emperor would strike them down, repelling their evil campaign to dominate the noble Japanese. His unyeilding duty to his Emperor finally turned the tide, as the seemingly endless onslaught of evil foreigners began to retreat, screaming in agony from the blessed ammunition that adheared to them like pins to a small cushion. They were no match for the Japanese Imperial Army, they would win the war along with their German and Italian brethern with ease.
Once she saw the opportunity, Akane quickly made her way down from the roof, feeling rather secure at the sound of the Geneva Convention edicts being broken in an alluring scatto sound, compiled with much screaming.
Merrily, the youngest Tendou daughter went on her way, deciding she wouldn't be bothered any longer.
"THERE SHE IS, BROTHERS! THE DEMONESS ATTEMPTS TO SEEK ESCAPE AS WE ARE DISTRACTED BY HER HELLISH FOOTSOLDIER! ONWARD TO GLORY FOR OUR SAVIOR!!!"
The one she was starting to recognize as 'Brother Joe' again, she was getting rather tired of hearing his shouting. Akane considered the pillow factory that was not too far from there. The quality pillow factory with nice, soft, *sufficating* pillow down...
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"Hello, mother," Kasumi whispered, putting her hands together in prayer, and bowing. "I would like to say we are all doing well and healthy, but..."
Dropping to her knees in heavily fustrated exasperation, the eldest daughter and mother figure of the Tendou family continued, "It's Akane. She's... acing up again. And what's worse, our guest Ranma's encouraging her with the same behavior. I.. I just don't know what to do about the two of them! They'll tear the whole Tokyo prime apart if they aren't stopped! But I JUST don't know how!"
Almost sobbing in despair, feeling completely impotent in the situation, Kasumi gave her heartfelt plea, "Please, if there was a way, just a sign... please give me some sort of omen..."
As if at her call, a small breeze burst from nowhere, causing the grass to shudder, as the sun peaked a little brighter from beyond the clouds.
______________________
Ranma laid on Akane's bed, reading through a manga. He considered his actions, and thought this time he may have gone a bit too far. Sure She tried to flash fry him with an obital doomsday device, but it wasn't as if she would be able to actually tag him. Really, sending a legion of obsessive, bloodthirsty, unreasoning zealots after her to drink her blood and devour her mangled corpse in his honor was just way too exessive.
Akane seemed like a survivor, and he dearly hoped she lived to make it back home. This whole ordeal was starting to get out of hand, and though he knew he would win in the end, he kinda liked where he was living currently; the total obliteration of Nerima just wouldn't sit well with him.
Yes, and, well, he kind of did just get off on the wrong foot with the girl; they almost started out as friends, after all. Yup, Ranma now realized that it was time to just let bygones be bygones...
"Heh heh, Naruto, when will you ever learn?" Ranma asked out loud, as he read Akane's manga, listened to her battery powered portable CD player, and munched on her stash of 'Hello Panda' snacks that Akane had hidden under her bed.