Ranma: Just Plain Hard
Ranma glared back at the lavender haired girl, as she passed the redhead one of those almost unreadable expressions she had been giving her since Nabiki had decided that she no longer knew Ranma. Even in Ranma's own irritance, she could almost see a little of an apologetic expression.
"Fuck that," Ranma said to herself, "What that bitch fucking care, her loose ass is hea' just to fuck with my life."
"That's not fair, Ranma. Quite frankly, she's got it worse off than you right now."
"I ain't in tha mood for it, 'aight 'Kane?" Ranma quipped, tapping the bottom of her empty bottle of Green apple Smirnoff Twisted against one of the tiles of the roof.
"I was just up here to bring you another beer, 's all, jeez Ranma," Akane responded, tossing the redhead a cool bottle.
Ranma caught it, but watched Akane sceptically from behind her shades, "Cool, cool 'den. So sup?"
Akane sat next to Ranma, opening her own bottle. She took a couple of sips, and studied it for a couple of moments, "This is pretty good, where did you get these?"
"I still got hookups, G' I know does the run between Germany and Osaka, and makes a jump to T-Town. Headed out to New Sanno to pick this shit up, and you welcome to it, but I ain't gett'n another shipment of this shit for a minute, so don't be goin' lush on my ass."
"I have to sneak around with these as it is around Dad and Kasumi," Akane responded, before taking a gulp, "You won't have to worry about me draining your precious stash."
"Shit, don't be worry'n about creep'n with this brew, yo' Pops prolly won't even know what this shit is." Akane shrugged, deciding she didn't want to have to argue the point. Of course, she had a good idea that Kasumi couldn't say much, particularly after finding an empty bottle in the glass recycling, and Ranma doesn't care enough to keep the enviorment clean.
"I ain't gonna ever figure that girl out."
"What, Kasumi?"
"Na," Ranma replied, "Talk'n about Nabiki."
"Thought you didn't want to go into this?" the youngest Tendou sister replied, although turning her head away so Ranma couldn't see her knowing smirk.
"You're her sister, you tell her that this immature bullshit's gotta end. Shit's gone on too far."
Akane sighed, "I guess it has, never seen Nabiki do that with anyone before." The raven haired girl turned back to Ranma, "You miss her, don't you?"
"You tripped up, I ain't miss'n the fucking drama she's all about," Ranma snapped, "It's just this whole 'who are you and what you doing in my house' shit is gett'n on my nerves!"
"I'm sure it is," Akane responded, dryly, "Listen, I could talk to her, but I doubt anything I say will have any impact. The only thing I can think of is just maybe showing her you're sincere. I think... I think she's bound to forgive you."
"Well, she ain't hear'n that" Ranma groaned, finally opening her second bottle.
"I'm sorry you two aren't getting along now," Akane almost whispered, cupping he own bottle with both hands.
"Huh? Not a few days ago, you were look'n down on my ass. Now you act'n all apologetic and shit?"
"I know, I know," Akane replied. Truthfully, she still didn't approve of what happened breakfast the other day, and she was still angry at Ranma for what he did to her sister the night previous, but she wasn't blind. Ranma was pretending not to be taking it to heart, but she knew the cursed boy hated his situation too much to look at it straight. And within the last few days, Ranma couldn't even help the little desperation that began to show when she was confronting Nabiki. Ranma's 'hard' facade had a few cracks in it, apparently, and they all lead back to her sister. "I've just been thinking about things."
"'Aight" Ranma replied.
"It's just that I guess none of us considered that you would be coming with so much history. It has to be a difficult to deal with it all just coming at you like this."
"A nigga's gotta deal with this shit as it goes," Ranma responded with false casualness.
"You can be straight with me, Ranma," Akane turned to fully face Ranma, "You don't mean half the things you've been saying do you?"
"Shit, I always tell'n it like it is! My documentaries are about keep'n it real!"
Akane wasn't going to allow herself to be fooled, "You know? I regret when we first met, now. Then again, back in the day I admit I probably was a lil' bit of a bitch."
"Oh, and you say'n I'm flow'n with a forked tongue?" Ranma enquired, bemused.
"Don't push it, Ranma." the raven-haired girl, glaring at him somewhat balefully.
The redhead chuckled, "is cool, just clown'n. But you know? We cool like that, now. Can't get in it with a thug like y- don't you fucking pitch that bottle at me!"
Akane smirked, and lowered her arm, "Just 'clowning', Ranma."
"Heh, yeah, we just tight like that, partna's. We can be fool'n without fucking drama, even if you go crazy and shit sometimes."
"Gee, thanks."
"Heh," Ranma chuckled, holding her bottle of beer out. Akane mused over the gesture for a second, before smiling, and clanking her own bottle against it.
A few more moments, after finishing her bottle, Akane spoke up again. "Will you at least consider apologising to Nabiki? I hate to see her mad at you like this?"
Ranma almost snapped at Akane, but knew she was the one that broached the subject in the first place, "If she done playing silly ass games, we'll talk."
"any idea what you're going to do, Shampoo?" Nabiki asked, sitting at her desk, as she looked at the pregnant foreign girl laying on her bed.
"Shampoo no know still," the young Amazon responded. Her great-grandmother refused to speak to her, even acknowledge her presence. If not for Nabiki's insistance and influence over her father, Shampoo wouldn't have a place to currently stay.
Shampoo looked to the old bedmat on the floor where Nabiki had been sleeping, allowing her guest to keep the bed, "Shampoo... no can thank you enough... for you kindness."
Nabiki slumped a bit, "It's alright, Shampoo. I just have this feeling it's the least I could do fo you."
"It' only because... circumstance, is right word, yes?"
"I'm... not sure," Nabiki said, feeling suddenly confused about something.
"YO!"
Both Shampoo and Nabiki jolted at Nabiki's door being thrown open. They both recovered, finding the presence of a redhead girl who apparently was too engrossed in American Pop (hip hop, Nabiki corrected herself) culture. "Please, why don't you come in?"
Ranma shrugged off Nabiki's sarcasm, "Look, I'm sorry, alright? Shampoo, I'm fucking sorry about all this shit, cool? But you ain't got business giv'n me all this hassle, 'aight?"
"What do you have to do with Shampoo?" Nabiki enquired.
"Aw HELL! This shit has gotten fucking decrepid, Nabiki!" Ranma snapped, "We'll settle this now, you gonna hear me out? Or am I gonna have to be roll'n on?" Even if she was barely able to grasp Ranma's slang through her less than stellar Japanese, Shampoo realized what Ranma had threatened. Shampoo began to sit up, eyes wide with the fear of losing her opportunity to gain Ranma's admittance.
"Since you know my name, why don't you introduce yourself?" Nabiki enquired, though finding it difficult to actually take interest in the girl. She seemed more than a little rough for her tastes, and her crass manners were definitely rubbing her the wrong way.
For the first time since she had been in that house, Ranma's mouth formed a full frown, "So it's like that? You just up and forgot me? Like what we had never mattered?"
"What we had?" Nabiki asked, confused, before her eyes widened in realization, "Um, I'm afraid we're a little confused here. I'm not into 'experamenting' as it were, and I don't even know you!"
Ranma snorted, shaking her head. "I'm gone, den."
"Wha?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow, wondering what the girl's problem was. Nabiki knew she was gorgeous, but she wasn't aware she had a redheaded admirer. Shampoo remained on the bed, torn between two courses of action.
Ranma reached the guestroom, and picked up her already prepared pack. She already figured what was going to happen, but...
With a growl, she attempted to dismiss her thoughts, and jumped through the window. She landed, tossing Kasumi only a glance, as the eldest Tendou sister was hanging out clothes. Ranma paused, before turning to Kasumi, and approaching. As the older girl stepped back, Ranma snapped the articles of clothing that were hers from the line, before turning towards the gates. Kasumi put her hand over her mouth, realizing what was happening. "Tell Akane the brew's now hers."
Ranma exited the gate, not even caring who she said goodbye to. Strolling down the street, she kept her eyes closed from the stinging sensation she was feeling from the wind blowing in her face.
Removing her sunglasses, she wiped them, most assuradly not to rid herself of tears.
"Fucking girl body. Damn over-emotional, drama inducing, bitch shell. No wonder girls are fucking like they are, if they always have to put up with this shit," Ranma mumbled, heading away from the Tendou home.
"She can't remember you, my Great-granddaughter saw well to that."
"Fucking great, now I get to hear from you ancient voodoo ass," Ranma grumbled, not even turning to the old woman.
"Come with me, if you wish to know why Nabiki does not recall you."
"Shit, ain't got nutt'n betta," Ranma stated. She wasn't actually interested in what the deal with Nabiki was... even if she seemed strangely sincere about not recalling the redhead in the slightest.
Ranma glared back at the lavender haired girl, as she passed the redhead one of those almost unreadable expressions she had been giving her since Nabiki had decided that she no longer knew Ranma. Even in Ranma's own irritance, she could almost see a little of an apologetic expression.
"Fuck that," Ranma said to herself, "What that bitch fucking care, her loose ass is hea' just to fuck with my life."
"That's not fair, Ranma. Quite frankly, she's got it worse off than you right now."
"I ain't in tha mood for it, 'aight 'Kane?" Ranma quipped, tapping the bottom of her empty bottle of Green apple Smirnoff Twisted against one of the tiles of the roof.
"I was just up here to bring you another beer, 's all, jeez Ranma," Akane responded, tossing the redhead a cool bottle.
Ranma caught it, but watched Akane sceptically from behind her shades, "Cool, cool 'den. So sup?"
Akane sat next to Ranma, opening her own bottle. She took a couple of sips, and studied it for a couple of moments, "This is pretty good, where did you get these?"
"I still got hookups, G' I know does the run between Germany and Osaka, and makes a jump to T-Town. Headed out to New Sanno to pick this shit up, and you welcome to it, but I ain't gett'n another shipment of this shit for a minute, so don't be goin' lush on my ass."
"I have to sneak around with these as it is around Dad and Kasumi," Akane responded, before taking a gulp, "You won't have to worry about me draining your precious stash."
"Shit, don't be worry'n about creep'n with this brew, yo' Pops prolly won't even know what this shit is." Akane shrugged, deciding she didn't want to have to argue the point. Of course, she had a good idea that Kasumi couldn't say much, particularly after finding an empty bottle in the glass recycling, and Ranma doesn't care enough to keep the enviorment clean.
"I ain't gonna ever figure that girl out."
"What, Kasumi?"
"Na," Ranma replied, "Talk'n about Nabiki."
"Thought you didn't want to go into this?" the youngest Tendou sister replied, although turning her head away so Ranma couldn't see her knowing smirk.
"You're her sister, you tell her that this immature bullshit's gotta end. Shit's gone on too far."
Akane sighed, "I guess it has, never seen Nabiki do that with anyone before." The raven haired girl turned back to Ranma, "You miss her, don't you?"
"You tripped up, I ain't miss'n the fucking drama she's all about," Ranma snapped, "It's just this whole 'who are you and what you doing in my house' shit is gett'n on my nerves!"
"I'm sure it is," Akane responded, dryly, "Listen, I could talk to her, but I doubt anything I say will have any impact. The only thing I can think of is just maybe showing her you're sincere. I think... I think she's bound to forgive you."
"Well, she ain't hear'n that" Ranma groaned, finally opening her second bottle.
"I'm sorry you two aren't getting along now," Akane almost whispered, cupping he own bottle with both hands.
"Huh? Not a few days ago, you were look'n down on my ass. Now you act'n all apologetic and shit?"
"I know, I know," Akane replied. Truthfully, she still didn't approve of what happened breakfast the other day, and she was still angry at Ranma for what he did to her sister the night previous, but she wasn't blind. Ranma was pretending not to be taking it to heart, but she knew the cursed boy hated his situation too much to look at it straight. And within the last few days, Ranma couldn't even help the little desperation that began to show when she was confronting Nabiki. Ranma's 'hard' facade had a few cracks in it, apparently, and they all lead back to her sister. "I've just been thinking about things."
"'Aight" Ranma replied.
"It's just that I guess none of us considered that you would be coming with so much history. It has to be a difficult to deal with it all just coming at you like this."
"A nigga's gotta deal with this shit as it goes," Ranma responded with false casualness.
"You can be straight with me, Ranma," Akane turned to fully face Ranma, "You don't mean half the things you've been saying do you?"
"Shit, I always tell'n it like it is! My documentaries are about keep'n it real!"
Akane wasn't going to allow herself to be fooled, "You know? I regret when we first met, now. Then again, back in the day I admit I probably was a lil' bit of a bitch."
"Oh, and you say'n I'm flow'n with a forked tongue?" Ranma enquired, bemused.
"Don't push it, Ranma." the raven-haired girl, glaring at him somewhat balefully.
The redhead chuckled, "is cool, just clown'n. But you know? We cool like that, now. Can't get in it with a thug like y- don't you fucking pitch that bottle at me!"
Akane smirked, and lowered her arm, "Just 'clowning', Ranma."
"Heh, yeah, we just tight like that, partna's. We can be fool'n without fucking drama, even if you go crazy and shit sometimes."
"Gee, thanks."
"Heh," Ranma chuckled, holding her bottle of beer out. Akane mused over the gesture for a second, before smiling, and clanking her own bottle against it.
A few more moments, after finishing her bottle, Akane spoke up again. "Will you at least consider apologising to Nabiki? I hate to see her mad at you like this?"
Ranma almost snapped at Akane, but knew she was the one that broached the subject in the first place, "If she done playing silly ass games, we'll talk."
"any idea what you're going to do, Shampoo?" Nabiki asked, sitting at her desk, as she looked at the pregnant foreign girl laying on her bed.
"Shampoo no know still," the young Amazon responded. Her great-grandmother refused to speak to her, even acknowledge her presence. If not for Nabiki's insistance and influence over her father, Shampoo wouldn't have a place to currently stay.
Shampoo looked to the old bedmat on the floor where Nabiki had been sleeping, allowing her guest to keep the bed, "Shampoo... no can thank you enough... for you kindness."
Nabiki slumped a bit, "It's alright, Shampoo. I just have this feeling it's the least I could do fo you."
"It' only because... circumstance, is right word, yes?"
"I'm... not sure," Nabiki said, feeling suddenly confused about something.
"YO!"
Both Shampoo and Nabiki jolted at Nabiki's door being thrown open. They both recovered, finding the presence of a redhead girl who apparently was too engrossed in American Pop (hip hop, Nabiki corrected herself) culture. "Please, why don't you come in?"
Ranma shrugged off Nabiki's sarcasm, "Look, I'm sorry, alright? Shampoo, I'm fucking sorry about all this shit, cool? But you ain't got business giv'n me all this hassle, 'aight?"
"What do you have to do with Shampoo?" Nabiki enquired.
"Aw HELL! This shit has gotten fucking decrepid, Nabiki!" Ranma snapped, "We'll settle this now, you gonna hear me out? Or am I gonna have to be roll'n on?" Even if she was barely able to grasp Ranma's slang through her less than stellar Japanese, Shampoo realized what Ranma had threatened. Shampoo began to sit up, eyes wide with the fear of losing her opportunity to gain Ranma's admittance.
"Since you know my name, why don't you introduce yourself?" Nabiki enquired, though finding it difficult to actually take interest in the girl. She seemed more than a little rough for her tastes, and her crass manners were definitely rubbing her the wrong way.
For the first time since she had been in that house, Ranma's mouth formed a full frown, "So it's like that? You just up and forgot me? Like what we had never mattered?"
"What we had?" Nabiki asked, confused, before her eyes widened in realization, "Um, I'm afraid we're a little confused here. I'm not into 'experamenting' as it were, and I don't even know you!"
Ranma snorted, shaking her head. "I'm gone, den."
"Wha?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow, wondering what the girl's problem was. Nabiki knew she was gorgeous, but she wasn't aware she had a redheaded admirer. Shampoo remained on the bed, torn between two courses of action.
Ranma reached the guestroom, and picked up her already prepared pack. She already figured what was going to happen, but...
With a growl, she attempted to dismiss her thoughts, and jumped through the window. She landed, tossing Kasumi only a glance, as the eldest Tendou sister was hanging out clothes. Ranma paused, before turning to Kasumi, and approaching. As the older girl stepped back, Ranma snapped the articles of clothing that were hers from the line, before turning towards the gates. Kasumi put her hand over her mouth, realizing what was happening. "Tell Akane the brew's now hers."
Ranma exited the gate, not even caring who she said goodbye to. Strolling down the street, she kept her eyes closed from the stinging sensation she was feeling from the wind blowing in her face.
Removing her sunglasses, she wiped them, most assuradly not to rid herself of tears.
"Fucking girl body. Damn over-emotional, drama inducing, bitch shell. No wonder girls are fucking like they are, if they always have to put up with this shit," Ranma mumbled, heading away from the Tendou home.
"She can't remember you, my Great-granddaughter saw well to that."
"Fucking great, now I get to hear from you ancient voodoo ass," Ranma grumbled, not even turning to the old woman.
"Come with me, if you wish to know why Nabiki does not recall you."
"Shit, ain't got nutt'n betta," Ranma stated. She wasn't actually interested in what the deal with Nabiki was... even if she seemed strangely sincere about not recalling the redhead in the slightest.