Ranma; Just Plain Hard
"Ranma, for me?" Nabiki pleaded, clasping her hands on Ranma's leg, as her eyes glistened with desperate [crocodile] tears.
Ranma kept his expression straight, and his arms folded, "No! Yo, how many times am I gonna have to say it? You gett'n hard of hear'n or something?"
Nabiki sobbed, while looking out of the corner of her eye to catch Ranma's mouth twitch just barely at her display, "I... I just want us to be happy! If we could just prove that you're not the father now, we could get on with our lives." Nabiki looked back at her supposed boyfriend, "If you care about me, *really* care about me, you'd do this, for me. Okay... honey?"
Ranma's mouth began to twist from the straight line it was in, before he forced himself to look away, and around the decor of Nabiki's room, "And I'm tell'n ya, it ain't mine! Now why you gonna want to go against my trust like that?"
The middle Tendou sister dropped the act, and stared at Ranma with the coldest expression she could muster, "Alright, Saotome, let me put it this way. If we find out *later* instead of *now* that Shampoo's baby is yours, there *will NOT* be any level of *Hell* that can even hope to *equate* to what I'll put you through!"
The pigtailed martial artist took the deadly serious threat in stride. "Eh, what you gonna do about it?" He challenged, attempting not to give ground.
Nabiki's face grew into a maniacal glee, "'Do', Saotome?" Nabiki turned away, throwing her hands into the air, while emitting a slight giggle that caused Ranma to shift a bit uncomfortably (not from nervousness, discomfort, or course). "Honestly, I don't know what i'm going to 'do'!" She then whirled back to him, and put her face directly in front of his, wearing an expression that made her previous nitrogen cool one seem caring, "Because I have never been this pissed in my life..."
Ranma himself started to become defensive, "Fuck this, you ain't gonna be trust'n me, I guess we got nutt'n more to say, do we?" He started to get up, before Nabiki's hand shot to just above his shoulder to clutch the back of her desk chair he was sitting in. Ranma tensed at the sound of metal creaking and plastic cracking.
"Listen, and listen carefully," Nabiki said in just above a whisper, "If you walk out of my room now, you better keep walking out the house, and out the front gates, because you. Will. Not. be welcome back in this house."
Nabiki didn't need to remove his shades. Ranma stared back at her defiantly for a few moments, before he visibly sagged, to her relief. It told her that he was at least willing to work for her; a glimmer of hope, sure, but one nonetheless.
"Ranma," Nabiki started in a softer, more resigned voice, "Why are you so against this blood test?"
Ranma opened his mouth to speak, before snapping it shut, and turning his face away from her. For almost five minutes, Nabiki stared at him, waiting for an answer, before she became fustrated. "Fine, we'll talk about this tomorrow when I've calmed down. I don't think I can deal with this at the moment." She turned away from her apparent boyfriend, who was teetering on the edge of 'ex', "I think it would be best if you kept out of my sight for the rest of the day."
She didn't turn around, as she heard Ranma's snort, the springs of her deskchair squeak from the release of his weight, her door open, and then shut. Once she heard his footsteps descending down the stairs, she sagged to her knees with her head bowed downwards.
"Ranma, you jerk."
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Nabiki woke up the next morning to the sounds of heavy combat in the backyard. She lifted herself off her bed, noticing she was still wearing the clothes she had on yesterday. At that moment, her stomach also reminded her that she had opted to skip dinner, presuming that Ranma and/or the Amazons would be present.
Finally rising out of her bed, she approached her vanity mirror to see what state she was in. The tear treads were still visible on her face, allowing her to know that she had probably cried most of the night. She ryly thought to herself how disgusted she would have been with herself a month ago, to see herself in this state, but brushed the idea to the side. The battle being waged outside sounded a lot more heated than usual; Ranma's father must have been just as mad at his son as everyone else was.
Deciding she didn't want to see Ranma just yet, and that he would be busy with his 'training' for a little while yet, judging from the pitch of the combat outside, she made her way down to the kitchen to get something to eat to take back to her room.
She arrived downstairs to find Kasumi and Nabiki staring out the front, watching the fight with slightly concerned expressions.
"Damn, they're really going at it," Akane stated, not looking away. Nabiki wondered exactly when her younger sister began to casually swear. "Not that the punk doesn't deserve it"
Kasumi nodded in response, " Mr. Saotome doesn't seem happy with Ranma-kun." Kasumi cupped her hands over her mouth, "Could you possibly hit him harder, Mr. Saotome?"
Nabiki approached from behind, deciding her curiosity needed to be sated. Indeed, Ranma and his father's expressions were just as intense as the fists flying between them, as they attempted to outright pound the shit out of each other in the front yard.
"What's up?" Ranma shouted out to his father, as they broke off one particuarly potent tradeoff, "You act'n like you can fade me!"
"Boy, what you did was unforgiveable!" Genma announced, bracing himself, and then leaping at his charge.
Ranma matched the leap, causing them both to collide in battle once again. "What the fuck is this all about? You ain't pissed about Shampoo, are you?"
"Listen, Ranma!" the elder Saotome commanded, "To forgive the insult on your fiancee's honor is one thing, but to make her cry... until four in the morning no less..."
Nabiki cringed.
"Oh my, I clocked her at almost five," Kasumi commented.
Nabiki glowered.
"I think she inherited it from Dad," Akane added.
Nabiki rolled her eyes to the heavens, wondering if the gods had *any* mercy in them.
Ranma baulked, before his expression darkened. "It's NONE of your damn business what the fuck goes on between me and Nabiki, you fat bastard!" Ranma this time launched for the attack.
Genma didn't follow, and snorted, as he grabbed his son's outstretched baseball bat, and twisted towards the fish pond, "Since you don't understand girls, Ranma," he bellowed, "Maybe you should *be* one for a while!"
"Why, Mr. Saotome, that's a wonderful idea!"
Just as Ranma-chan was exiting the pond, she found herself desperately pressed in defense by a two-foot blur. Everyone stood, agap, as Ranma was quite frankly, being handed her ass.
"*Ahem*, Genma cleared his throat, just as his son turned daughter came skidding headfirst to his feet, "It looks as if Elder Cologne will be handling your morning training for the time being." Truthfully, he was rather happy to see Ranma be humbled so easily.
The Amazon matriarch walked up to the elder Saotome, and used Ranma-chan's stomach as a footstool, while her staff came to rest upon the unconcious girl's sternum. If Ranma were awake, she would have noted a peculiar tingle pass through her.
"If that is what you wish," Cologne replied, smirking at the thinly veiled permission to humiliate the man's child at every possible opportunity she could get.
Nabiki quietly snuck back to the kitchen for an apple, then back upstairs, deciding she didn't quite want to even face her family at the moment. Nabiki Tendou, the unflappable, caught crying until the wee hours of the morning...
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Ranma stalked back into the house, finding everyone satiated from an exellent breakfast by Kasumi, made extra special since she knew Ranma would be missing it.
"'Aight," Ranma-chan growled, "Ya'll got your clown'n done. There better be something left for me. Ain't right for a nigga to be left unconcious and starv'n..."
Cologne didn't turn to look at the redhead, but spoke casually, with no guile or ire, "I left you an extra kettle on the stove, Ranma."
Everyone turned to stared, confused at the old woman.
Ranma eyed the woman for a moment, before nodding her head slightly, "Coo'... coo'..." With that, she entered the kitchen.
"Um, I thought you agreed that it would be best if Ranma remained a girl for a while?" Kasumi asked the question on everyone's mind. Cologne shrugged, and took another sip of her tea.
"FUCK!!!!"
anything light that was not held down was pulled in by the vortex caused by the passing of a human blur, followed by a splash in the fish pond.
Everyone once again turned to stare at Cologne, who was smiling a satisfied, contentful smile.
"Ranma, for me?" Nabiki pleaded, clasping her hands on Ranma's leg, as her eyes glistened with desperate [crocodile] tears.
Ranma kept his expression straight, and his arms folded, "No! Yo, how many times am I gonna have to say it? You gett'n hard of hear'n or something?"
Nabiki sobbed, while looking out of the corner of her eye to catch Ranma's mouth twitch just barely at her display, "I... I just want us to be happy! If we could just prove that you're not the father now, we could get on with our lives." Nabiki looked back at her supposed boyfriend, "If you care about me, *really* care about me, you'd do this, for me. Okay... honey?"
Ranma's mouth began to twist from the straight line it was in, before he forced himself to look away, and around the decor of Nabiki's room, "And I'm tell'n ya, it ain't mine! Now why you gonna want to go against my trust like that?"
The middle Tendou sister dropped the act, and stared at Ranma with the coldest expression she could muster, "Alright, Saotome, let me put it this way. If we find out *later* instead of *now* that Shampoo's baby is yours, there *will NOT* be any level of *Hell* that can even hope to *equate* to what I'll put you through!"
The pigtailed martial artist took the deadly serious threat in stride. "Eh, what you gonna do about it?" He challenged, attempting not to give ground.
Nabiki's face grew into a maniacal glee, "'Do', Saotome?" Nabiki turned away, throwing her hands into the air, while emitting a slight giggle that caused Ranma to shift a bit uncomfortably (not from nervousness, discomfort, or course). "Honestly, I don't know what i'm going to 'do'!" She then whirled back to him, and put her face directly in front of his, wearing an expression that made her previous nitrogen cool one seem caring, "Because I have never been this pissed in my life..."
Ranma himself started to become defensive, "Fuck this, you ain't gonna be trust'n me, I guess we got nutt'n more to say, do we?" He started to get up, before Nabiki's hand shot to just above his shoulder to clutch the back of her desk chair he was sitting in. Ranma tensed at the sound of metal creaking and plastic cracking.
"Listen, and listen carefully," Nabiki said in just above a whisper, "If you walk out of my room now, you better keep walking out the house, and out the front gates, because you. Will. Not. be welcome back in this house."
Nabiki didn't need to remove his shades. Ranma stared back at her defiantly for a few moments, before he visibly sagged, to her relief. It told her that he was at least willing to work for her; a glimmer of hope, sure, but one nonetheless.
"Ranma," Nabiki started in a softer, more resigned voice, "Why are you so against this blood test?"
Ranma opened his mouth to speak, before snapping it shut, and turning his face away from her. For almost five minutes, Nabiki stared at him, waiting for an answer, before she became fustrated. "Fine, we'll talk about this tomorrow when I've calmed down. I don't think I can deal with this at the moment." She turned away from her apparent boyfriend, who was teetering on the edge of 'ex', "I think it would be best if you kept out of my sight for the rest of the day."
She didn't turn around, as she heard Ranma's snort, the springs of her deskchair squeak from the release of his weight, her door open, and then shut. Once she heard his footsteps descending down the stairs, she sagged to her knees with her head bowed downwards.
"Ranma, you jerk."
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Nabiki woke up the next morning to the sounds of heavy combat in the backyard. She lifted herself off her bed, noticing she was still wearing the clothes she had on yesterday. At that moment, her stomach also reminded her that she had opted to skip dinner, presuming that Ranma and/or the Amazons would be present.
Finally rising out of her bed, she approached her vanity mirror to see what state she was in. The tear treads were still visible on her face, allowing her to know that she had probably cried most of the night. She ryly thought to herself how disgusted she would have been with herself a month ago, to see herself in this state, but brushed the idea to the side. The battle being waged outside sounded a lot more heated than usual; Ranma's father must have been just as mad at his son as everyone else was.
Deciding she didn't want to see Ranma just yet, and that he would be busy with his 'training' for a little while yet, judging from the pitch of the combat outside, she made her way down to the kitchen to get something to eat to take back to her room.
She arrived downstairs to find Kasumi and Nabiki staring out the front, watching the fight with slightly concerned expressions.
"Damn, they're really going at it," Akane stated, not looking away. Nabiki wondered exactly when her younger sister began to casually swear. "Not that the punk doesn't deserve it"
Kasumi nodded in response, " Mr. Saotome doesn't seem happy with Ranma-kun." Kasumi cupped her hands over her mouth, "Could you possibly hit him harder, Mr. Saotome?"
Nabiki approached from behind, deciding her curiosity needed to be sated. Indeed, Ranma and his father's expressions were just as intense as the fists flying between them, as they attempted to outright pound the shit out of each other in the front yard.
"What's up?" Ranma shouted out to his father, as they broke off one particuarly potent tradeoff, "You act'n like you can fade me!"
"Boy, what you did was unforgiveable!" Genma announced, bracing himself, and then leaping at his charge.
Ranma matched the leap, causing them both to collide in battle once again. "What the fuck is this all about? You ain't pissed about Shampoo, are you?"
"Listen, Ranma!" the elder Saotome commanded, "To forgive the insult on your fiancee's honor is one thing, but to make her cry... until four in the morning no less..."
Nabiki cringed.
"Oh my, I clocked her at almost five," Kasumi commented.
Nabiki glowered.
"I think she inherited it from Dad," Akane added.
Nabiki rolled her eyes to the heavens, wondering if the gods had *any* mercy in them.
Ranma baulked, before his expression darkened. "It's NONE of your damn business what the fuck goes on between me and Nabiki, you fat bastard!" Ranma this time launched for the attack.
Genma didn't follow, and snorted, as he grabbed his son's outstretched baseball bat, and twisted towards the fish pond, "Since you don't understand girls, Ranma," he bellowed, "Maybe you should *be* one for a while!"
"Why, Mr. Saotome, that's a wonderful idea!"
Just as Ranma-chan was exiting the pond, she found herself desperately pressed in defense by a two-foot blur. Everyone stood, agap, as Ranma was quite frankly, being handed her ass.
"*Ahem*, Genma cleared his throat, just as his son turned daughter came skidding headfirst to his feet, "It looks as if Elder Cologne will be handling your morning training for the time being." Truthfully, he was rather happy to see Ranma be humbled so easily.
The Amazon matriarch walked up to the elder Saotome, and used Ranma-chan's stomach as a footstool, while her staff came to rest upon the unconcious girl's sternum. If Ranma were awake, she would have noted a peculiar tingle pass through her.
"If that is what you wish," Cologne replied, smirking at the thinly veiled permission to humiliate the man's child at every possible opportunity she could get.
Nabiki quietly snuck back to the kitchen for an apple, then back upstairs, deciding she didn't quite want to even face her family at the moment. Nabiki Tendou, the unflappable, caught crying until the wee hours of the morning...
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Ranma stalked back into the house, finding everyone satiated from an exellent breakfast by Kasumi, made extra special since she knew Ranma would be missing it.
"'Aight," Ranma-chan growled, "Ya'll got your clown'n done. There better be something left for me. Ain't right for a nigga to be left unconcious and starv'n..."
Cologne didn't turn to look at the redhead, but spoke casually, with no guile or ire, "I left you an extra kettle on the stove, Ranma."
Everyone turned to stared, confused at the old woman.
Ranma eyed the woman for a moment, before nodding her head slightly, "Coo'... coo'..." With that, she entered the kitchen.
"Um, I thought you agreed that it would be best if Ranma remained a girl for a while?" Kasumi asked the question on everyone's mind. Cologne shrugged, and took another sip of her tea.
"FUCK!!!!"
anything light that was not held down was pulled in by the vortex caused by the passing of a human blur, followed by a splash in the fish pond.
Everyone once again turned to stare at Cologne, who was smiling a satisfied, contentful smile.