Ranma; Just Plain Hard
"Nigga, what the Hell you doin' up in these hills?" Ranma asked, leaning back against the wall she, Akane, and Mousse stood next to.
"Aw, B, came to warn ya about some qualms back at the berg," Mousse replied in an easy, laid back drawl, much slower than even Ranma's tone. The Amazon squatted onto the ground, before continuing, "I was hear'n something about Cologne hunting for you."
"Damn, kid, you need to work on the quickness. She already gone down and been start'n shit with me! Her and your girl!"
"His girl?" Akane interjected, trying to make her presence noted for at least an introduction.
Mousse turned to Akane, and lowered the round-rim glasses to his eyes, "Ranma, who's your girl?"
"Oh, yo this thug ain't my girl!" Ranma corrected, before ducking a backslap from said 'Thug', "Yo, chill, 'Kane, I'm jus' clown'n!"
Akane snorted, before turning, and bowing to Mousse, "Akane Tendou."
"And a pleasure to meet you, Akane Tendou," Mousse replied easily, tracing his hand down her arm, eliciting her to raise it, and took her hand into his. Akane turned to Ranma with a slightly unsettled expression, as Mousse kissed the back of her hand.
"Heh, that's my dawg!" Ranma-chan chortled, "Kid's a true playa!"
"It isn't a thing, when I have two such lovely visions before me."
Ranma thrust her chest out, while tilting her head to the side with a coy smile, "So, where you at?"
"Where *you* at, girl?" Mousse answered, stepping closer.
"You gonna tell me what's up then?" Ranma replied, stepping up close to Mousse's face. They stood, looking at each other for the longest of moments.
"Ah..." Akane started to step back, feeling slightly disturbed at the display before her.
Akane stopped, as both nearly collapsed in laughter, "Uh, what was that all about? You two were... uh... you do know that... well..."
"Oh SHIT! You shoulda SEEN your face!" Ranma managed to barely state between guffaws, "Foo' knows I'm a guy!"
"Heh, yeah, Ranma may be easy on the eyes like this, but there isn't any chemistry gonna be happening," The Chinese young man explained, calming himself down. "I mean, not like what you and me got going right now..."
"Pardon?" Akane raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight slightly for subtle defense.
"Hey, cool, kid, don't be teas'n her ass, now," Ranma warned, folding her arms over her breasts, swearing at the discomfort, and refolding them under her chest.
"Heh, alright," Mousse placated, giving Akane a light smirk, "You're cute and all, but it is against my fortune that you're not quite my type."
"Oh, and that 'type' would be?" Akane asked in an arched tone, feeling somewhat dejected.
"Oh, I like the girls with..." Mousse started to bring his hands to his chest, before catching Ranma shaking her head, very slightly, out the corner of his eye, "...height."
Akane watched Mousse quicky position his hands over his head with a half-lidded gaze, having a suspicion of what he was about to say, "I see..."
"Anyways, yo, it's good to see your ass again," Ranma quickly interjected, changing the subject.
Mousse made a show of looking Ranma up and down, causing the redhead to glare from behind her shades. "And like I said, it's always good to see you in this form, but lemme get a look at your trueness, B'."
Akane blinked, as Mousse produced a kettle from nowhere, and attepted to dump it onto Ranma's head. Simultaniously, Ranma leapt back, as Akane quickly brought up her sleeved arm to block Ranma from the hot liquid.
Mousse only needed a second to catch on, "Reason you're trying to stay a girl? Not that I'm gonna complain or anything..."
"Some damn pressure point that evil bitch up there got on me," Ranma groused, not really feeling the energy to put the sufficient vehemance into it.
"Ah, the Cat's Tongue," Mousse clarified for himself, before putting the kettle away.
"Hold up, hold up, you know about this?"
Mousse shrugged, now leaning himself against the wall, "Sounds like the type of thing the old voodoo biddy would do."
"You know how to turn it off?" Ranma asked, hopefully.
Mousse sadly shook his head, "Sorry, B', no idea." Before Ranma's expression completely fell, Mousse added, "But I see what I can find out for ya, cool?"
"Yeah, is cool," Ranma replied in a somewhat resigned tone, before grasping Mousse's hand for a slightly elaborate handshake. "Yo, tell you what. I ain't feel'n like bounc'n back to tha crib, let's go find somewhere to chit-chat. That good?"
"I'm with that," Mousse replied.
"I don't mind if you two don't," Akane answered.
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Shampoo glared at the cup of ginger tea in her hands that Kasumi had given her. If she wanted, Nabiki would never have known that she could wipe her memory, much less know about it or see her coming to do it. As much as she hated the sweaty defication of a diseased monkey, he was, by her own people's laws, married to him, and the middle Tendou sister was an obstacle in her way.
The Amazon sighed, as she slumped onto the table, being careful not to overcurl her visible paunch. She didn't want to have to harm Nabiki if she could avoid it. If Shampoo had her way, she would have said good riddence, and raised her child herself as far away from the bastard as possible, while Nabiki actually seemed very interested, in fact, actually (much to Shampoo shock and pity) possibly in love.
"Hmph, she no know what love is," Shampoo mumbled to herself.
"Who doesn't?"
"Oh, is nice girl Kasumi," Shampoo looked up to the girl that had entered the tea room, before turning her gaze back to her cooling cup of tea.
Kasumi noticed the lack of enthuesiasm in the greeting, but didn't let it get to her. Shampoo was obviously having a great deal of difficulty with her teenage pregancy, and Kasumi hoped at least to make her stay more comfortable, "Were you talking about Nabiki?"
Shampoo nodded, before speaking, "What she see in Ranma? He no good for her!" Shampoo's voice quieted, "He no good for Shampoo..."
Kasumi considered what she was about to say. If she spoke what was on her mind, she may very well turn Shampoo's attitude for Ranma around to a true interest, instead of merely curbing her animosity. That would in turn pit her directly against Nabiki in every fashion. On the other hand, it may at least allow a modecum of civility between the three, at least long enough for them to work things out.
"Ranma really is a sweet boy," Kasumi began, looking directly at Shampoo, who returned with an incredulous stare, "He's... just..."
"He arrogant, selfish, undiciplined, not nice, bad-"
"But if you look past his less appealing qualities," Kasumi interjected, not wanting to be privy to the loooooong list of Ranma's faults, "He's caring, I *think* he can be sensitive, but that may have just been a moodswing. He won't hesitate to help if you need it-"
"He no care about Shampoo or baby, he no want to help Shampoo!"
"That's not fair, Shampoo," Kasumi replied, now grasping for straws, "He... he's.... he's just..."
"Need Shampoo start list of things Ranma is?" Shampoo enquired with a hostile tone.
Kasumi's expression lit up, as if a revelation had came to her, "That's it, isn't it?"
"What it?"
Instead of responding, Kasumi favored Shampoo with a caring expression, "Just let him explain himself, in his own time. I think if we push him on this, he'll fight everyone even harder."
"Shampoo not know what Kasumi mean, what Ranma is?"
"Just, trust me on this," Kasumi placed her hands over Shampoo's on her cup of tea, "I think in the end, everything will work out okay."
Shampoo nodded, but didn't share the other girl's sentiments.
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Akane leaned against the wall of the courtyard of Furinkan High, covering her eyes, "I can't believe you two are doing this..."
Ranma-chan looked down at Akane from her can of beer, "Doin' what?"
"Yo, B," Mousse took another swig of his Sopporo, "So what's this all about?"
"Shit, nigga, thought you already know about it!" Ranma replied, before wiping her mouth.
"You're drinking, under age I might add, IN THE SCHOOL COURTYARD!" Akane nearly screeched the last part, "What if someone catches us?"
"Ah, chill, chica. If they didn't want us doin' dis shit, they wouldn't have put that damn beer vending machine in the back," Ranma replied, before taking another swig, and turning to Mousse. "Yo girl went and got her ass knocked up, and she try'n to pin tha shit on me!"
Mousse groaned, before rolling his eyes and head in irritation. "Damn, why she have to be all like this?"
"Hell, nigga, she yo girl," Ranma commented, innocently.
"So, it really isn't Ranma's baby?" Akane asked, somewhat hopefully.
"Naw, Ranma can't be claim'n my shorty!" Mousse stated, adimantly, "I tell you what, let's get back to your joint, and get all this ruckus cleared up."
"Sound'n tight to me, nigga," Ranma-chan stated, as she leapt from the wall.
"HOLD THERE!"
Both Ranma and Akane froze and groaned. At their exclamation, Mousse turned to find a young man striding up to them in arrogant steps, wearing a kendoist's garb. "Yo, who's he?"
Kuno reached the three, and leveled his bokken towards Mousse, "You there, foul cur, do you not comprehend that these hallowed grounds are a sanctum against such vile spirits that you imbibe? But must you also tempt the fierce but innocent Akane Tendou and this fiery vision of beauty with your atrocious habits? Speak, knave, before I give to temptation to cleave thy tongue from your person!"
"That's tha puta, yo," Ranma clarified for Mousse, leaning closer to her boy, before taking a sip from her beer.
Mousse blinked, before lowering his glasses, and looking back to Kuno, "For reals?"
"Aye, I am the revered 'Puta' of these grounds. The rising star of the kendo world, Tatewake Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!" With that, he raised his bokken into the air, simultaniously inciting lightning to strike in the background.
"Damn, must we always be on cue when he wants to do that?" One of the kendoists that had been on the school grounds for their kendo practice, holding a wooden rod in one hand and sheet metal in the other, enquired.
His fellow Kendoist holding the spotlight shrugged, "He pays us well for it, at least."
"Aw snap!" Mousse replied, before leaning towards Kuno, reaching into his own pocket, and pulling out a wad of cash. The Chinese Amazon tossed it in Kuno's face, causing the kendoist to scrunch up and close his eyes, as the bills flew about and fell to the ground. Since Kuno's eyes were closed, he could only hear the zipper.
"I never had my dick sucked by a man before," Mousse stated, "You got a deep throat, biatch?"
"Nigga, what the Hell you doin' up in these hills?" Ranma asked, leaning back against the wall she, Akane, and Mousse stood next to.
"Aw, B, came to warn ya about some qualms back at the berg," Mousse replied in an easy, laid back drawl, much slower than even Ranma's tone. The Amazon squatted onto the ground, before continuing, "I was hear'n something about Cologne hunting for you."
"Damn, kid, you need to work on the quickness. She already gone down and been start'n shit with me! Her and your girl!"
"His girl?" Akane interjected, trying to make her presence noted for at least an introduction.
Mousse turned to Akane, and lowered the round-rim glasses to his eyes, "Ranma, who's your girl?"
"Oh, yo this thug ain't my girl!" Ranma corrected, before ducking a backslap from said 'Thug', "Yo, chill, 'Kane, I'm jus' clown'n!"
Akane snorted, before turning, and bowing to Mousse, "Akane Tendou."
"And a pleasure to meet you, Akane Tendou," Mousse replied easily, tracing his hand down her arm, eliciting her to raise it, and took her hand into his. Akane turned to Ranma with a slightly unsettled expression, as Mousse kissed the back of her hand.
"Heh, that's my dawg!" Ranma-chan chortled, "Kid's a true playa!"
"It isn't a thing, when I have two such lovely visions before me."
Ranma thrust her chest out, while tilting her head to the side with a coy smile, "So, where you at?"
"Where *you* at, girl?" Mousse answered, stepping closer.
"You gonna tell me what's up then?" Ranma replied, stepping up close to Mousse's face. They stood, looking at each other for the longest of moments.
"Ah..." Akane started to step back, feeling slightly disturbed at the display before her.
Akane stopped, as both nearly collapsed in laughter, "Uh, what was that all about? You two were... uh... you do know that... well..."
"Oh SHIT! You shoulda SEEN your face!" Ranma managed to barely state between guffaws, "Foo' knows I'm a guy!"
"Heh, yeah, Ranma may be easy on the eyes like this, but there isn't any chemistry gonna be happening," The Chinese young man explained, calming himself down. "I mean, not like what you and me got going right now..."
"Pardon?" Akane raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight slightly for subtle defense.
"Hey, cool, kid, don't be teas'n her ass, now," Ranma warned, folding her arms over her breasts, swearing at the discomfort, and refolding them under her chest.
"Heh, alright," Mousse placated, giving Akane a light smirk, "You're cute and all, but it is against my fortune that you're not quite my type."
"Oh, and that 'type' would be?" Akane asked in an arched tone, feeling somewhat dejected.
"Oh, I like the girls with..." Mousse started to bring his hands to his chest, before catching Ranma shaking her head, very slightly, out the corner of his eye, "...height."
Akane watched Mousse quicky position his hands over his head with a half-lidded gaze, having a suspicion of what he was about to say, "I see..."
"Anyways, yo, it's good to see your ass again," Ranma quickly interjected, changing the subject.
Mousse made a show of looking Ranma up and down, causing the redhead to glare from behind her shades. "And like I said, it's always good to see you in this form, but lemme get a look at your trueness, B'."
Akane blinked, as Mousse produced a kettle from nowhere, and attepted to dump it onto Ranma's head. Simultaniously, Ranma leapt back, as Akane quickly brought up her sleeved arm to block Ranma from the hot liquid.
Mousse only needed a second to catch on, "Reason you're trying to stay a girl? Not that I'm gonna complain or anything..."
"Some damn pressure point that evil bitch up there got on me," Ranma groused, not really feeling the energy to put the sufficient vehemance into it.
"Ah, the Cat's Tongue," Mousse clarified for himself, before putting the kettle away.
"Hold up, hold up, you know about this?"
Mousse shrugged, now leaning himself against the wall, "Sounds like the type of thing the old voodoo biddy would do."
"You know how to turn it off?" Ranma asked, hopefully.
Mousse sadly shook his head, "Sorry, B', no idea." Before Ranma's expression completely fell, Mousse added, "But I see what I can find out for ya, cool?"
"Yeah, is cool," Ranma replied in a somewhat resigned tone, before grasping Mousse's hand for a slightly elaborate handshake. "Yo, tell you what. I ain't feel'n like bounc'n back to tha crib, let's go find somewhere to chit-chat. That good?"
"I'm with that," Mousse replied.
"I don't mind if you two don't," Akane answered.
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Shampoo glared at the cup of ginger tea in her hands that Kasumi had given her. If she wanted, Nabiki would never have known that she could wipe her memory, much less know about it or see her coming to do it. As much as she hated the sweaty defication of a diseased monkey, he was, by her own people's laws, married to him, and the middle Tendou sister was an obstacle in her way.
The Amazon sighed, as she slumped onto the table, being careful not to overcurl her visible paunch. She didn't want to have to harm Nabiki if she could avoid it. If Shampoo had her way, she would have said good riddence, and raised her child herself as far away from the bastard as possible, while Nabiki actually seemed very interested, in fact, actually (much to Shampoo shock and pity) possibly in love.
"Hmph, she no know what love is," Shampoo mumbled to herself.
"Who doesn't?"
"Oh, is nice girl Kasumi," Shampoo looked up to the girl that had entered the tea room, before turning her gaze back to her cooling cup of tea.
Kasumi noticed the lack of enthuesiasm in the greeting, but didn't let it get to her. Shampoo was obviously having a great deal of difficulty with her teenage pregancy, and Kasumi hoped at least to make her stay more comfortable, "Were you talking about Nabiki?"
Shampoo nodded, before speaking, "What she see in Ranma? He no good for her!" Shampoo's voice quieted, "He no good for Shampoo..."
Kasumi considered what she was about to say. If she spoke what was on her mind, she may very well turn Shampoo's attitude for Ranma around to a true interest, instead of merely curbing her animosity. That would in turn pit her directly against Nabiki in every fashion. On the other hand, it may at least allow a modecum of civility between the three, at least long enough for them to work things out.
"Ranma really is a sweet boy," Kasumi began, looking directly at Shampoo, who returned with an incredulous stare, "He's... just..."
"He arrogant, selfish, undiciplined, not nice, bad-"
"But if you look past his less appealing qualities," Kasumi interjected, not wanting to be privy to the loooooong list of Ranma's faults, "He's caring, I *think* he can be sensitive, but that may have just been a moodswing. He won't hesitate to help if you need it-"
"He no care about Shampoo or baby, he no want to help Shampoo!"
"That's not fair, Shampoo," Kasumi replied, now grasping for straws, "He... he's.... he's just..."
"Need Shampoo start list of things Ranma is?" Shampoo enquired with a hostile tone.
Kasumi's expression lit up, as if a revelation had came to her, "That's it, isn't it?"
"What it?"
Instead of responding, Kasumi favored Shampoo with a caring expression, "Just let him explain himself, in his own time. I think if we push him on this, he'll fight everyone even harder."
"Shampoo not know what Kasumi mean, what Ranma is?"
"Just, trust me on this," Kasumi placed her hands over Shampoo's on her cup of tea, "I think in the end, everything will work out okay."
Shampoo nodded, but didn't share the other girl's sentiments.
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Akane leaned against the wall of the courtyard of Furinkan High, covering her eyes, "I can't believe you two are doing this..."
Ranma-chan looked down at Akane from her can of beer, "Doin' what?"
"Yo, B," Mousse took another swig of his Sopporo, "So what's this all about?"
"Shit, nigga, thought you already know about it!" Ranma replied, before wiping her mouth.
"You're drinking, under age I might add, IN THE SCHOOL COURTYARD!" Akane nearly screeched the last part, "What if someone catches us?"
"Ah, chill, chica. If they didn't want us doin' dis shit, they wouldn't have put that damn beer vending machine in the back," Ranma replied, before taking another swig, and turning to Mousse. "Yo girl went and got her ass knocked up, and she try'n to pin tha shit on me!"
Mousse groaned, before rolling his eyes and head in irritation. "Damn, why she have to be all like this?"
"Hell, nigga, she yo girl," Ranma commented, innocently.
"So, it really isn't Ranma's baby?" Akane asked, somewhat hopefully.
"Naw, Ranma can't be claim'n my shorty!" Mousse stated, adimantly, "I tell you what, let's get back to your joint, and get all this ruckus cleared up."
"Sound'n tight to me, nigga," Ranma-chan stated, as she leapt from the wall.
"HOLD THERE!"
Both Ranma and Akane froze and groaned. At their exclamation, Mousse turned to find a young man striding up to them in arrogant steps, wearing a kendoist's garb. "Yo, who's he?"
Kuno reached the three, and leveled his bokken towards Mousse, "You there, foul cur, do you not comprehend that these hallowed grounds are a sanctum against such vile spirits that you imbibe? But must you also tempt the fierce but innocent Akane Tendou and this fiery vision of beauty with your atrocious habits? Speak, knave, before I give to temptation to cleave thy tongue from your person!"
"That's tha puta, yo," Ranma clarified for Mousse, leaning closer to her boy, before taking a sip from her beer.
Mousse blinked, before lowering his glasses, and looking back to Kuno, "For reals?"
"Aye, I am the revered 'Puta' of these grounds. The rising star of the kendo world, Tatewake Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!" With that, he raised his bokken into the air, simultaniously inciting lightning to strike in the background.
"Damn, must we always be on cue when he wants to do that?" One of the kendoists that had been on the school grounds for their kendo practice, holding a wooden rod in one hand and sheet metal in the other, enquired.
His fellow Kendoist holding the spotlight shrugged, "He pays us well for it, at least."
"Aw snap!" Mousse replied, before leaning towards Kuno, reaching into his own pocket, and pulling out a wad of cash. The Chinese Amazon tossed it in Kuno's face, causing the kendoist to scrunch up and close his eyes, as the bills flew about and fell to the ground. Since Kuno's eyes were closed, he could only hear the zipper.
"I never had my dick sucked by a man before," Mousse stated, "You got a deep throat, biatch?"