Ranma; Just Plain Hard
"Sheeeiiiit, straight up! Woman be talk'n like she got game on me, and she fold'n like a bad hand!" Ranma smugly commented, as she gulped from the bottle of Peach Schnops she scrubbed from Soun's liquer cabinet.
"Damn straight," Mousse added, bobbing his head slightly to the song playing in the Stereo system hidden in his coat, "But hear this, I straighten my woman out, you ain't gonna have any trouble with dat no mo, zat coo'?"
"Damn skippy! I ain't about to be bust'n my ass to raise yo' kid!"
"I hea' dat, kid, I hear dat," Mousse held out his fist to Ranma, allowing her to pound her own onto the top of it, before allowing him to return the favor, and then smacking each other's knuckles against the other's hand.
"That's kind of you Mousse, to be willing to take responsibility if Shampoo-chan is indeed having your child," Kasumi commented, while pointedly looking at the redheaded girl working on her father's alcohol, "But I'm afraid we have yet to prove exactly whom the father is."
"I'll tell you, girl, I'm just the considerate type that way," Mousse easily said, coming to stand next to Kasumi. The girl started slightly at his sudden proximity within her personal space.
Ranma smirked, and snorted, "Damn, you a ruthless nigga. Talk'n about anotha ho' hav'n yo kid, and you already' mack the next available biddy!"
"Hey, even if I got my own hills to live on, don't mean I can't..." Mousse reached around, and hooked his index finger onto the front of Kasumi's blouse collar, and lifted it slightly away from her body "...admire the nearby mountains."
The usually demure girl quickly slapped his hand away, scandalized by the forward behavior, and gave Mousse a warning look. The male Amazon smiled, and held up his hands placatingly while backing away, since he had heard the tell-tale sign of knives sliding together, as the drawer holding them opened.
"Heh, nigga. Kasumi all nice and shit, but you ain't seeing those twin peaks without tha proper permission!" Kasumi got the gist of what Ranma had said, and nodded gratefully for her intervention.
"Hold up, kid, you talk'n like you already viewed them sights."
"Peeked them? Sheeeiiiit! I done fu- er..."
Ranma was interrupted, as Kasumi pulled out a rather large butcher knife, started cutting a nearby carrot with speed and precision. It the knife was a tad larger than needed to cut carrots, and she was glaring at Ranma the entire time.
Mousse cracked a nervous smile, "I think she giv'n you a message..."
The pigtailed girl remained undaunted, "Aren't you supposed to wash dat shit first, befo' you cut it?" Kasumi rolled her eyes, and continued to cut the carrot into overly thin slices.
Akane walked in with a downcrested expression, before coming to sit at the kitchen table, "Nabiki's still with Shampoo, but she's stopped crying, at least."
"Damn, she done got disowned over dis mess! But I ain't got much pity for her."
"How are you going to be cold like that, Ranma?" Akane asked with a slight incredulous tone. Kasumi blinked, and looked directly at her sister.
"Um, what did you say, Akane?"
"She ask'n Ranma why he ain't got no sympathy for the suffering," Mousse explained, missing exactly what Kasumi was curious about. He looked at the pigtailed girl, swishing an empty bottle of peach Schnops around, trying to see if there was anything left in it, "What's up with that? You ain't going to be all cold like that, are ya, B'?"
"Man, she try'n ta RAILROAD me! She got fucked in her own bed, now she gonna have to sleep wit' da stank funk!"
"And you were probably the one the one that fu-" Akane's eyes shifted to Kasumi, who was looking at her youngest sister with an almost daring expression, "um... had sex with her there..."
Ranma slammed the empty bottle onto the table, getting everyone's attention. "Aiight, I ain't hea'n this shit no mo'. You even saw her play'n tha fo' with the ol' voodoo biddy, and she got straight caught! Don't be look'n to me like I gots heat. I damn fucked her, and dat was the end of my asso-ci-a-tion, we understand'n, or am I speak'n Swahili?"
Mousse, Kasumi, and Akane gave Ranma subdued glares, but allowed the conversation to cease.
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Nabiki stroked the hair of the girl sleeping on her bed as she sat next to her. Shampoo finally fell asleep, though the middle Tendou sister doubted that it would restful be for her, considering what just happened.
Nabiki could only imagine herself in such a situation. When she and Ranma had... been together, she was ashamed and chagrinned to admit that there wasn't any protection involved. True, it wasn't anywhere near her period, but she had been told before that it didn't necesarily matter. She wasn't sure if that was the truth, and she wasn't intending to chance it. By now, though, she was fairly sure that she wasn't in the same condition as Shampoo, having not experienced any symptoms, the the ordeal still was an alarmer to her.
She was pretty sure her father would decree her and Ranma would be married, but considering what she was beginning to understand about her boyfriend now, she wasn't even so sure she wanted to remain so close to him. Unfortunately, some matters tended not to be decided by rationality.
Truthfully, she wasn't even so sure why she was so attached to him. Possibly because he was one of the first boys that hadn't acted like a bumbling moron when wooing her. Most likely it was simply the fact that Ranma was her first. Whatever the reason, she at least thought she loved him, even if the reasons did seem a little thin in her own mind.
Shampoo wasn't as asleep as Nabiki thought she was, as the Amazon sniffed, and rolled over to face her, "Where..."
"My room. Me and and my sisters helped you into here after your Great Grandmother left."
Shampoo nodded subtly, and pulled her knees up to her stomach, "Shampoo... Shampoo no know what to do."
"There are a few things that can be done, and I promise I'll provide all the help I can give you in this," Nabiki consoled, rubbing Shampoo's shoulder, "But... this is important, Shampoo, I won't think less of you if you were to tell me different from what you've been telling us before. We'll get the answer as soon as we can stop him from being stubborn, but let's get this out right now..."
Nabiki looked Shampoo straight in the eyes with her most sincere expression, "Are you sure Ranma's the father?"
Shampoo shut her eyes to escape Nabiki's gaze. Tucking her chin slightly into her neck, the lavender haired girl began to sniffle as a new wave of tears began.
The reaction was all Nabiki really needed, but she needed to hear it from Shampoo, "Shampoo?"
After the ensuing silence, Shampoo spoke. "H-have t-t-to be... Ranma ch-child..."
Nabiki felt her irritation growing at the non-answer, and was barely able to keep it out of her voice, "Why does it have to be Ranma's? What would make you so absolutely positive of this?"
Almost barely audible, but allowing Nabiki to still hear, Shampoo replied, "B-because... honor..." Shampoo gulped, attempting to calm herself, "Honor... all Shampoo have... now. Shampoo... n-no lose h-h-honor... if cheat on... honorless... unfaithful h-husband..."
At the subtle admission, Nabiki's own eyes watered... "Oh... Shampoo."
Shampoo began to cry once more, as Nabiki enveloped her into the most comforting hug she could produce. She felt the Chinese native's frame tremble against hers, as she fought her own tears off, trying her best to provide support.
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Akane sat at her desk working on homework, as Nabiki entered her room. Without even asking her little sister the question, Akane nodded, and pointed above them.
It had been a while since Nabiki had done this, but she knew she wasn't in any sincere danger. Nonetheless, she practiced more caution than she ever had when she was younger to climb from Akane's window, and onto the roof. She found Ranma, reclined against the slant of the top of the Tendou home, looking out into the darkening evening sky.
She didn't turn to greet Nabiki, but knew she was there, "Sup?"
"Ah... sup..." Nabiki replied, as if testing the word, "Ranma, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it."
"Damn it, Ranma! Shampoo's scared to death of this! Can you even understand what she's going through?"
Ranma remained silent, as if ignoring the girl.
"Ranma, listen to me, please! At least let this all end, I promise... I promise that if her child is yours, I'll..." Nabiki swallowed her pride, "Won't care... we'll both just deal with it, alright?"
"It ain't my kid," Ranma replied, in the most factual, finalizing tone.
Nabiki bowed her head, knowing the conversation wouldn't go any further, "You bastard." With that, she climbed down from the roof, back into Akane's room.
Akane had heard the conversation from eavesdropping, and thought it was best to point something out that she had realized, "Nabiki, something I have to ask you."
"I don't care," Nabiki replied, walking towards Akane's door.
"Nabiki, hold up a sec. Exactly how do you plan to get the blood test to hold if Ranma's-"
"I DON'T CARE!" Nabiki shouted, slamming Akane's door.
"...a girl?" Akane finished, before sighing in resignation. Akane had thought about it. Dr. Tofu obviously didn't have the the equipment to do them himself, and would have to have the samples sent off. How would the test be considered by a laboratory, if both supposed parents... happen to be girls?
"Sheeeiiiit, straight up! Woman be talk'n like she got game on me, and she fold'n like a bad hand!" Ranma smugly commented, as she gulped from the bottle of Peach Schnops she scrubbed from Soun's liquer cabinet.
"Damn straight," Mousse added, bobbing his head slightly to the song playing in the Stereo system hidden in his coat, "But hear this, I straighten my woman out, you ain't gonna have any trouble with dat no mo, zat coo'?"
"Damn skippy! I ain't about to be bust'n my ass to raise yo' kid!"
"I hea' dat, kid, I hear dat," Mousse held out his fist to Ranma, allowing her to pound her own onto the top of it, before allowing him to return the favor, and then smacking each other's knuckles against the other's hand.
"That's kind of you Mousse, to be willing to take responsibility if Shampoo-chan is indeed having your child," Kasumi commented, while pointedly looking at the redheaded girl working on her father's alcohol, "But I'm afraid we have yet to prove exactly whom the father is."
"I'll tell you, girl, I'm just the considerate type that way," Mousse easily said, coming to stand next to Kasumi. The girl started slightly at his sudden proximity within her personal space.
Ranma smirked, and snorted, "Damn, you a ruthless nigga. Talk'n about anotha ho' hav'n yo kid, and you already' mack the next available biddy!"
"Hey, even if I got my own hills to live on, don't mean I can't..." Mousse reached around, and hooked his index finger onto the front of Kasumi's blouse collar, and lifted it slightly away from her body "...admire the nearby mountains."
The usually demure girl quickly slapped his hand away, scandalized by the forward behavior, and gave Mousse a warning look. The male Amazon smiled, and held up his hands placatingly while backing away, since he had heard the tell-tale sign of knives sliding together, as the drawer holding them opened.
"Heh, nigga. Kasumi all nice and shit, but you ain't seeing those twin peaks without tha proper permission!" Kasumi got the gist of what Ranma had said, and nodded gratefully for her intervention.
"Hold up, kid, you talk'n like you already viewed them sights."
"Peeked them? Sheeeiiiit! I done fu- er..."
Ranma was interrupted, as Kasumi pulled out a rather large butcher knife, started cutting a nearby carrot with speed and precision. It the knife was a tad larger than needed to cut carrots, and she was glaring at Ranma the entire time.
Mousse cracked a nervous smile, "I think she giv'n you a message..."
The pigtailed girl remained undaunted, "Aren't you supposed to wash dat shit first, befo' you cut it?" Kasumi rolled her eyes, and continued to cut the carrot into overly thin slices.
Akane walked in with a downcrested expression, before coming to sit at the kitchen table, "Nabiki's still with Shampoo, but she's stopped crying, at least."
"Damn, she done got disowned over dis mess! But I ain't got much pity for her."
"How are you going to be cold like that, Ranma?" Akane asked with a slight incredulous tone. Kasumi blinked, and looked directly at her sister.
"Um, what did you say, Akane?"
"She ask'n Ranma why he ain't got no sympathy for the suffering," Mousse explained, missing exactly what Kasumi was curious about. He looked at the pigtailed girl, swishing an empty bottle of peach Schnops around, trying to see if there was anything left in it, "What's up with that? You ain't going to be all cold like that, are ya, B'?"
"Man, she try'n ta RAILROAD me! She got fucked in her own bed, now she gonna have to sleep wit' da stank funk!"
"And you were probably the one the one that fu-" Akane's eyes shifted to Kasumi, who was looking at her youngest sister with an almost daring expression, "um... had sex with her there..."
Ranma slammed the empty bottle onto the table, getting everyone's attention. "Aiight, I ain't hea'n this shit no mo'. You even saw her play'n tha fo' with the ol' voodoo biddy, and she got straight caught! Don't be look'n to me like I gots heat. I damn fucked her, and dat was the end of my asso-ci-a-tion, we understand'n, or am I speak'n Swahili?"
Mousse, Kasumi, and Akane gave Ranma subdued glares, but allowed the conversation to cease.
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Nabiki stroked the hair of the girl sleeping on her bed as she sat next to her. Shampoo finally fell asleep, though the middle Tendou sister doubted that it would restful be for her, considering what just happened.
Nabiki could only imagine herself in such a situation. When she and Ranma had... been together, she was ashamed and chagrinned to admit that there wasn't any protection involved. True, it wasn't anywhere near her period, but she had been told before that it didn't necesarily matter. She wasn't sure if that was the truth, and she wasn't intending to chance it. By now, though, she was fairly sure that she wasn't in the same condition as Shampoo, having not experienced any symptoms, the the ordeal still was an alarmer to her.
She was pretty sure her father would decree her and Ranma would be married, but considering what she was beginning to understand about her boyfriend now, she wasn't even so sure she wanted to remain so close to him. Unfortunately, some matters tended not to be decided by rationality.
Truthfully, she wasn't even so sure why she was so attached to him. Possibly because he was one of the first boys that hadn't acted like a bumbling moron when wooing her. Most likely it was simply the fact that Ranma was her first. Whatever the reason, she at least thought she loved him, even if the reasons did seem a little thin in her own mind.
Shampoo wasn't as asleep as Nabiki thought she was, as the Amazon sniffed, and rolled over to face her, "Where..."
"My room. Me and and my sisters helped you into here after your Great Grandmother left."
Shampoo nodded subtly, and pulled her knees up to her stomach, "Shampoo... Shampoo no know what to do."
"There are a few things that can be done, and I promise I'll provide all the help I can give you in this," Nabiki consoled, rubbing Shampoo's shoulder, "But... this is important, Shampoo, I won't think less of you if you were to tell me different from what you've been telling us before. We'll get the answer as soon as we can stop him from being stubborn, but let's get this out right now..."
Nabiki looked Shampoo straight in the eyes with her most sincere expression, "Are you sure Ranma's the father?"
Shampoo shut her eyes to escape Nabiki's gaze. Tucking her chin slightly into her neck, the lavender haired girl began to sniffle as a new wave of tears began.
The reaction was all Nabiki really needed, but she needed to hear it from Shampoo, "Shampoo?"
After the ensuing silence, Shampoo spoke. "H-have t-t-to be... Ranma ch-child..."
Nabiki felt her irritation growing at the non-answer, and was barely able to keep it out of her voice, "Why does it have to be Ranma's? What would make you so absolutely positive of this?"
Almost barely audible, but allowing Nabiki to still hear, Shampoo replied, "B-because... honor..." Shampoo gulped, attempting to calm herself, "Honor... all Shampoo have... now. Shampoo... n-no lose h-h-honor... if cheat on... honorless... unfaithful h-husband..."
At the subtle admission, Nabiki's own eyes watered... "Oh... Shampoo."
Shampoo began to cry once more, as Nabiki enveloped her into the most comforting hug she could produce. She felt the Chinese native's frame tremble against hers, as she fought her own tears off, trying her best to provide support.
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Akane sat at her desk working on homework, as Nabiki entered her room. Without even asking her little sister the question, Akane nodded, and pointed above them.
It had been a while since Nabiki had done this, but she knew she wasn't in any sincere danger. Nonetheless, she practiced more caution than she ever had when she was younger to climb from Akane's window, and onto the roof. She found Ranma, reclined against the slant of the top of the Tendou home, looking out into the darkening evening sky.
She didn't turn to greet Nabiki, but knew she was there, "Sup?"
"Ah... sup..." Nabiki replied, as if testing the word, "Ranma, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it."
"Damn it, Ranma! Shampoo's scared to death of this! Can you even understand what she's going through?"
Ranma remained silent, as if ignoring the girl.
"Ranma, listen to me, please! At least let this all end, I promise... I promise that if her child is yours, I'll..." Nabiki swallowed her pride, "Won't care... we'll both just deal with it, alright?"
"It ain't my kid," Ranma replied, in the most factual, finalizing tone.
Nabiki bowed her head, knowing the conversation wouldn't go any further, "You bastard." With that, she climbed down from the roof, back into Akane's room.
Akane had heard the conversation from eavesdropping, and thought it was best to point something out that she had realized, "Nabiki, something I have to ask you."
"I don't care," Nabiki replied, walking towards Akane's door.
"Nabiki, hold up a sec. Exactly how do you plan to get the blood test to hold if Ranma's-"
"I DON'T CARE!" Nabiki shouted, slamming Akane's door.
"...a girl?" Akane finished, before sighing in resignation. Akane had thought about it. Dr. Tofu obviously didn't have the the equipment to do them himself, and would have to have the samples sent off. How would the test be considered by a laboratory, if both supposed parents... happen to be girls?