Ranma: Just Plain Hard
Ranma's mouth held a firm, straight line, as she drenched herself thoroughly with cold water. Out of sheer stubbornness, she threw herself into the tub, aiming to defeat the old woman's pressure point. All she did was manage to boil herself.
The old voodoo biddy knew what she was doing. From the looks of it, the Cat's Tongue not only affected her sensitivity, but inadvertantly affected the curse as well. Swearing in fustration, she dried herself off, and dressed in one of her typical windsuits.
Even if she wasn't all that hungry from the drama going on in her life, she was beckoned by the sweet scent of Kasumi's craft. Her stomach decided that her appetite needed a boost, and the pigtailed girl begrudgingly complied with its wishes. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to eat it anyhow; missing a meal by Kasumi was a damn crime.
Strolling out into the tearoom, Ranma wasn't surprised to be met with indifference. They weren't outright ignoring her, since they all knew that the boy stuck as a girl can become pretty damn obnoxious when she wanted to be, but they weren't exactly appreciative of her presence. She noticed neither Nabiki or Shampoo were present, and while she didn't care about the latter, she was more than slightly curious about the former.
"Damn, you peeps act'n childish," Ranma quipped, sitting next to Mousse; the only one at the table without at least a faint hint of disgust on his face.
Akane opened her mouth to comment, but frose, and shook her head. The silence remained for several minutes, as everyone was served breakfast, Ranma being served last, and almost as an after-thought by Kasumi. As she did prepare the redhead's plate, the eldest Tendou daughter decided to shatter the tense silence. "You hurt Nabiki's feelings last night, Ranma. She really wanted to help you."
Ranma looked over her glasses at the taller girl, and found Kasumi's face didn't match her gentle voice. Looking around, he realized Mr. Tendou and Akane's expressions were even with Kasumi's, his father's was contemptful in a way that Ranma realized was surpisingly sincere, and Mousse seemed more concerned with his meal than meeting Ranma eye to eye.
With a contemptful snort of her own, Ranma responded, "Shit, yo. Why don't this just wait until I get some fuel in me? I ain't deal'n with drama before I be food'n up, we crystal?"
"Yes, your constant running away from the issue is 'crystal', Ranma," Kasumi replied, almost simply dropping the plate onto the table before Ranma.
"How can I be runn'n from the fucking problem, when it ain't even MINE?!?" Ranma asked, raising her voice, and pounding the table.
Mousse reached over, and stilled Ranma's hand. "Hey, kid, I'm try'n to eat here, 'aight?"
"Fuck NO it ain't 'aight'," Ranma retorted, jerking her hand away, "Now you act'n like part of the fucking drama club hea'! Whole shit's more fucked up than a Goddamn TV teen special, and you now hav'n doubts its yo' kid?"
"Hold up, hold up, I didn't say it wann't mine," Mousse replied, glaring at Ranma openly over the rims of his lennon glasses.
"Like FUCK you didn't! You now giv'n me flack, whazzat supposed to fucking mean, bitch?"
"Aww fuck, now listen-"
"BOTH OF YOU LISTEN," Soun suddenly shouted, jolting everyone to his attention, "I do NOT tolerate such language in my house, nor around my daughters! It WILL be ceased IMMIDIATELY!"
"Uh, Tendou, ol' buddy..." Genma squeeked out, noting the extremely dangerous look his child grew at the outburst.
"No, Saotome!" Soun countered, "If you are unable to control your own son, then he will not be welcome in this house!" The Tendou Patriarch then turned to Ranma, and in a low, threatening voice, "I presume we're, as you put it, 'crystal'?" More than Ranma's language was implied in the threat, since Mousse wasn't included in it.
Ranma's eyes narrowed to slits behind her glasses. She could afford to stay somewhere else easily, but she didn't like wasting money when it wasn't necessary. Right now, she had a crib to hand and good grub that she wasn't even paying for. Silently giving her response, Ranma picked up her chopsticks, and started digging around her food.
"Man, it ain't even about the shorty right now," Mousse began again, quietly. He turned to look at Ranma, "Your girl was pretty damn hard for you, and you don't even appreciate it."
"He's right," Akane took over, "Ranma, she keeps forgiving you, and I know how Nabiki is. She swallowed her pride for you last night, and you didn't even give a damn."
"Akane, language," Kasumi chided, though not with any force.
Akane nodded, before continuing, "You've cheated on her, you've taken advantage of her, you've been a hypocrite with her... and she's forgiven you. Do you know what that means? Do you know what you did to her last night?"
Ranma held Akane's gaze for a few seconds, before looking away. Akane frowned, "I used to think you were something, Ranma. Hell, I even liked you."
"Yes, you had seemed like a nice young man, if a bit rough," Kasumi added.
"Indeed," Soun threw in his two yen. Genma remained silent, making a plate of fourths for himself.
"You know?" Mousse stated, conversationally, "It's a pretty nice day outside, you peeps mind if I chill on the porch for breakfast?"
"I'll join you," Akane said, picking up her plate, while glaring at Ranma.
"That does sound like a nice idea," Kasumi commented, following her youngest sister.
"Tendou, care for a game?"
"Indeed, I'm finding the tearoom a slight... stifling," Soun replied, picking up his plate.
Ranma poked around at her food, long after everyone had left her alone.
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Ranma sat outside on the far side of the training hall. It wasn't like she was avoiding anyone, she was a hard nigga that did as she pleased... really. She just needed to be somewhere where she could leave the foo's nearby, and get her own peace.
Shit, she didn't mean anything by what she said last night, so she doubted Nabiki was taking it all that hard. They were all blowing it out of proportion, since all she told her girl was that she was dead serious Shampoo's baby wasn't hers too.
Nabiki had been pretty damn persistant about that, though. Ranma thought the middle Tendou sister was on her side, but she kept trying to get Ranma to go along with that damn blood test that would just tell them all what she had been saying the whole time!
Of course, why didn't she just get it over with, so they left her the Hell alone? Shit, Cologne would have no choice but to live the Cat's Tongue point, and apologise on top of that, since Ranma was just an innocent nigga in the whole thing. Well, why should she get the test done? She didn't have to prove anything; they already saw that Shampoo was up to some shady shit. It's about time they shipped the bun-bak'n biddy back to China.
It would be a lot easier if she just got the fucking test done, and shut all their asses up.
"Fuck that test," Ranma mumbled to herself, "I ain't gonna be prov'n shit to anyone!" It was unclear if she was referring to the test being positive or negative.
On top of all that, She hadn't seen Nabiki all day. Ranma hadn't gone to look for her, but the girl's presence was vapor. She may have taken off somewhere, but no one said she had gone out. Then again, none of those punks were saying much to Ranma right now, anyways.
Getting tired of not knowing what was up, Ranma stood, and went to look for Nabiki. She didn't want to have to deal with opposition, so the redheaded gangsta took to the roof, and headed for Nabiki's window. Dangling upside down from the ledge Ranma peered inside, finding neither Nabiki or Shampoo inside.
Swearing in irritation, Ranma flipped down from the top of the Tendou home, and decided just to ignore the surrupticious glares she was recieving, "Yo, where Nabiki take off to?" Not like she was expecting an answer, so she wasn't disappointed when she didn't get one.
Rolling her eyes at their immaturity, Ranma decided she needed a squat; all this hat'n was giving her the runs. Heading to the bathroom, Ranma stopped, when she noticed both Shampoo and Nabiki exiting, both of them still with soaked hair from washing up. "Oh, there you are, been wondering what happened to your ass all morning?"
Nabiki blinked and looked at Shampoo, "She talking to you?" Shampoo just stared coldly at Ranma, giving Nabiki a partial answer, at least.
Ranma pursed her lips, "Oh, so you playing that same stupid ass game as everyone else? Thought you were betta than that!"
Nabiki realized the redhead was talking to her, "Do I know you? Are you here with Akane?"
"Oh, now you act'n stupid?" Ranma demanded, not in the mood for this game, either. "Look, fuck it. I'll just hollar at your stubborn ass later. Peace."
Both girls watched the third walk away, mumbling to herself. "Well, she seems like someone I would like to associate with," Nabiki stated in her infinitely sarcastic manner.
Shampoo missed her facetious attitude, "No want know girl, she bad... too, too bad."
Nabiki sighed, realizing the lavender haired girl took her seriously, "Yeah, I kinda figured that. What was that shampoo you used again? Feels great!"
Ranma's mouth held a firm, straight line, as she drenched herself thoroughly with cold water. Out of sheer stubbornness, she threw herself into the tub, aiming to defeat the old woman's pressure point. All she did was manage to boil herself.
The old voodoo biddy knew what she was doing. From the looks of it, the Cat's Tongue not only affected her sensitivity, but inadvertantly affected the curse as well. Swearing in fustration, she dried herself off, and dressed in one of her typical windsuits.
Even if she wasn't all that hungry from the drama going on in her life, she was beckoned by the sweet scent of Kasumi's craft. Her stomach decided that her appetite needed a boost, and the pigtailed girl begrudgingly complied with its wishes. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to eat it anyhow; missing a meal by Kasumi was a damn crime.
Strolling out into the tearoom, Ranma wasn't surprised to be met with indifference. They weren't outright ignoring her, since they all knew that the boy stuck as a girl can become pretty damn obnoxious when she wanted to be, but they weren't exactly appreciative of her presence. She noticed neither Nabiki or Shampoo were present, and while she didn't care about the latter, she was more than slightly curious about the former.
"Damn, you peeps act'n childish," Ranma quipped, sitting next to Mousse; the only one at the table without at least a faint hint of disgust on his face.
Akane opened her mouth to comment, but frose, and shook her head. The silence remained for several minutes, as everyone was served breakfast, Ranma being served last, and almost as an after-thought by Kasumi. As she did prepare the redhead's plate, the eldest Tendou daughter decided to shatter the tense silence. "You hurt Nabiki's feelings last night, Ranma. She really wanted to help you."
Ranma looked over her glasses at the taller girl, and found Kasumi's face didn't match her gentle voice. Looking around, he realized Mr. Tendou and Akane's expressions were even with Kasumi's, his father's was contemptful in a way that Ranma realized was surpisingly sincere, and Mousse seemed more concerned with his meal than meeting Ranma eye to eye.
With a contemptful snort of her own, Ranma responded, "Shit, yo. Why don't this just wait until I get some fuel in me? I ain't deal'n with drama before I be food'n up, we crystal?"
"Yes, your constant running away from the issue is 'crystal', Ranma," Kasumi replied, almost simply dropping the plate onto the table before Ranma.
"How can I be runn'n from the fucking problem, when it ain't even MINE?!?" Ranma asked, raising her voice, and pounding the table.
Mousse reached over, and stilled Ranma's hand. "Hey, kid, I'm try'n to eat here, 'aight?"
"Fuck NO it ain't 'aight'," Ranma retorted, jerking her hand away, "Now you act'n like part of the fucking drama club hea'! Whole shit's more fucked up than a Goddamn TV teen special, and you now hav'n doubts its yo' kid?"
"Hold up, hold up, I didn't say it wann't mine," Mousse replied, glaring at Ranma openly over the rims of his lennon glasses.
"Like FUCK you didn't! You now giv'n me flack, whazzat supposed to fucking mean, bitch?"
"Aww fuck, now listen-"
"BOTH OF YOU LISTEN," Soun suddenly shouted, jolting everyone to his attention, "I do NOT tolerate such language in my house, nor around my daughters! It WILL be ceased IMMIDIATELY!"
"Uh, Tendou, ol' buddy..." Genma squeeked out, noting the extremely dangerous look his child grew at the outburst.
"No, Saotome!" Soun countered, "If you are unable to control your own son, then he will not be welcome in this house!" The Tendou Patriarch then turned to Ranma, and in a low, threatening voice, "I presume we're, as you put it, 'crystal'?" More than Ranma's language was implied in the threat, since Mousse wasn't included in it.
Ranma's eyes narrowed to slits behind her glasses. She could afford to stay somewhere else easily, but she didn't like wasting money when it wasn't necessary. Right now, she had a crib to hand and good grub that she wasn't even paying for. Silently giving her response, Ranma picked up her chopsticks, and started digging around her food.
"Man, it ain't even about the shorty right now," Mousse began again, quietly. He turned to look at Ranma, "Your girl was pretty damn hard for you, and you don't even appreciate it."
"He's right," Akane took over, "Ranma, she keeps forgiving you, and I know how Nabiki is. She swallowed her pride for you last night, and you didn't even give a damn."
"Akane, language," Kasumi chided, though not with any force.
Akane nodded, before continuing, "You've cheated on her, you've taken advantage of her, you've been a hypocrite with her... and she's forgiven you. Do you know what that means? Do you know what you did to her last night?"
Ranma held Akane's gaze for a few seconds, before looking away. Akane frowned, "I used to think you were something, Ranma. Hell, I even liked you."
"Yes, you had seemed like a nice young man, if a bit rough," Kasumi added.
"Indeed," Soun threw in his two yen. Genma remained silent, making a plate of fourths for himself.
"You know?" Mousse stated, conversationally, "It's a pretty nice day outside, you peeps mind if I chill on the porch for breakfast?"
"I'll join you," Akane said, picking up her plate, while glaring at Ranma.
"That does sound like a nice idea," Kasumi commented, following her youngest sister.
"Tendou, care for a game?"
"Indeed, I'm finding the tearoom a slight... stifling," Soun replied, picking up his plate.
Ranma poked around at her food, long after everyone had left her alone.
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Ranma sat outside on the far side of the training hall. It wasn't like she was avoiding anyone, she was a hard nigga that did as she pleased... really. She just needed to be somewhere where she could leave the foo's nearby, and get her own peace.
Shit, she didn't mean anything by what she said last night, so she doubted Nabiki was taking it all that hard. They were all blowing it out of proportion, since all she told her girl was that she was dead serious Shampoo's baby wasn't hers too.
Nabiki had been pretty damn persistant about that, though. Ranma thought the middle Tendou sister was on her side, but she kept trying to get Ranma to go along with that damn blood test that would just tell them all what she had been saying the whole time!
Of course, why didn't she just get it over with, so they left her the Hell alone? Shit, Cologne would have no choice but to live the Cat's Tongue point, and apologise on top of that, since Ranma was just an innocent nigga in the whole thing. Well, why should she get the test done? She didn't have to prove anything; they already saw that Shampoo was up to some shady shit. It's about time they shipped the bun-bak'n biddy back to China.
It would be a lot easier if she just got the fucking test done, and shut all their asses up.
"Fuck that test," Ranma mumbled to herself, "I ain't gonna be prov'n shit to anyone!" It was unclear if she was referring to the test being positive or negative.
On top of all that, She hadn't seen Nabiki all day. Ranma hadn't gone to look for her, but the girl's presence was vapor. She may have taken off somewhere, but no one said she had gone out. Then again, none of those punks were saying much to Ranma right now, anyways.
Getting tired of not knowing what was up, Ranma stood, and went to look for Nabiki. She didn't want to have to deal with opposition, so the redheaded gangsta took to the roof, and headed for Nabiki's window. Dangling upside down from the ledge Ranma peered inside, finding neither Nabiki or Shampoo inside.
Swearing in irritation, Ranma flipped down from the top of the Tendou home, and decided just to ignore the surrupticious glares she was recieving, "Yo, where Nabiki take off to?" Not like she was expecting an answer, so she wasn't disappointed when she didn't get one.
Rolling her eyes at their immaturity, Ranma decided she needed a squat; all this hat'n was giving her the runs. Heading to the bathroom, Ranma stopped, when she noticed both Shampoo and Nabiki exiting, both of them still with soaked hair from washing up. "Oh, there you are, been wondering what happened to your ass all morning?"
Nabiki blinked and looked at Shampoo, "She talking to you?" Shampoo just stared coldly at Ranma, giving Nabiki a partial answer, at least.
Ranma pursed her lips, "Oh, so you playing that same stupid ass game as everyone else? Thought you were betta than that!"
Nabiki realized the redhead was talking to her, "Do I know you? Are you here with Akane?"
"Oh, now you act'n stupid?" Ranma demanded, not in the mood for this game, either. "Look, fuck it. I'll just hollar at your stubborn ass later. Peace."
Both girls watched the third walk away, mumbling to herself. "Well, she seems like someone I would like to associate with," Nabiki stated in her infinitely sarcastic manner.
Shampoo missed her facetious attitude, "No want know girl, she bad... too, too bad."
Nabiki sighed, realizing the lavender haired girl took her seriously, "Yeah, I kinda figured that. What was that shampoo you used again? Feels great!"