Ranma frowned, but opened his mouth either way. He was hungry.
Smiling, Kassy dropped the shrimp in Ranma’s mouth.
The pigtailed martial artist chewed and swallowed, his stomach rumbling angrily at the lack of quantity. Usually when Ranma ate he downed food incredibly fast.
Smirking, Kassy held up another shrimp, lifting it towards Ranma’s mouth...
“Ranchan!” A female voice was heard and Ranma instantly groaned.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Kassy turned her head to look at the source of the voice. What she saw was apparently a boy; chestnut brown hair in a ponytail. He had quite the feminine voice though.
“Ranchan,” Ukyo greeted with her usual cute smile. “I've got lunch for you!” Faster than the eye could see Kassy was pushed aside and a freshly made okonomiyaki was placed in front of Ranma.
“HEY!” Kassy shouted out as she fell onto her side after being forcibly pushed over. Her heart sank as she saw the bento had been spilled over. There went lunch...
“Ucchan...” Ranma tried to protest but was, as usual, ignored by his cute fiancée.
“Eat it while it’s still hot, Ranchan. I know how much you love good food!” Ukyo was positively beaming as she spoke.
Kassy sat up, frowning a little as she picked up the bento box. She couldn’t help but look at the yummy pancake-looking pizza-like dish the guy held out to Ranma. It smelled so wonderful.
Turning his head from Ukyo to Kassy, Ranma sighed. “Ucchan... Can you make another special?”
Kassy blinked her eyes at hearing that. “Ranma?”
Ukyo blinked her eyes. “Ranchan?” It was then that she noticed the other girl. She instantly frowned at her. “Who’s the new girl?” This new school year Ukyo was in a different classroom than her fiancé.
Hearing that tone of voice, Ranma groaned. “Ucchan, this is Kassy. She’s an exchange student.”
“Yes,” Kassy started. She sat up straight on her knees, using her hands to straighten out her dress. “I’m Kassiopeia Feeple, the foreign exchange student form America.” She smiled. “Please, call me Kassy, sir.”
The chef’s frown deepened. “The one staying with the Tendos.” Ukyo then nodded her head. “I’m Kuonji Ukyo. Ranchan's fiancée.” There was no way she was allowing the chance to stake her claim on Ranma go by.
Blinking her eyes, Kassy looked at Ukyo curiously. “His fiancée?” She asked incredulously. “That can’t be right.”
Before Ukyo could retort Ranma stepped in. “Ucchan is a girl, Kaschan. She just dressed like a boy.”
“Kaschan?” Ukyo asked dangerously, which made Ranma gulp and curse inwardly for his little slip of the tongue.
“Oh!” Kassy said in understanding. Blushing a bit, she bowed her head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I didn’t recognize you for what you were. You make a very convincing man, Kuonji-san.”
“Save it, sugar,” Ukyo snapped without turning to see the new student. Instead she was too busy glaring at Ranma, who was sweating nervously and looking for possible escape routes. Could things get any worse?
*Ding*! *Ding*!
Ranma groaned loudly. When would he learn to stop asking those stupid questions?
“Aiyah!” Shampoo cried out as she came with a landing upon her bicycle of death. Luckily for Ranma, her aim was off, so she missed him by a couple of millimeters, but managed to crush the okonomiyaki under her tire.
Kassy gawked. Why, oh WHY did these people destroy good food when she was hungry?
“You jackass!” Ukyo bellowed and unslung her combat spatula.
Ignoring the outraged cry of Ukyo, Shampoo’s focus was entirely on Ranma. “Airen!” Shampoo cried out bubbly as she held up a Nekohanten delivery box. “Shampoo bring ramen to Ranma!” She opened her boxy, showing off the bowl of steamy hot goodness. “Eat up while still warm, yes?”
Licking her lips, Kassy stared at the warm noodle platter. Oh man, was she feeling SOOOO hungry.
“Uh... Shampoo...” Ranma began to say, only to have Ukyo cut the bowl of noodles with her spatula, the hot liquid drenching and burning Shampoo’s hand.
The Amazon let off a cry of “Aiyah!” As she dropped the two halves of the bowl. Growling dangerously, she spun about to face Ukyo. “What Spatula-Girl do for!?” Shampoo demanded to know.
“You started it, you bimbo!” Ukyo growled angrily back, her grip on her spatula tightening.
Ranma looked between the two girls and then turned to Kassy. “Let’s get out of here,” He mouthed silently.
Staring at Ranma, Kassy nodded her head in agreement as she started to back away from the two girls.
“This is the last time you ruin the food I cook for MY Ranchan!!!” Ukyo shouted, her BAS, (Big Ass Spatula) held high.
Shampoo glared dangerously. Where she got the two bonbori from suddenly was anybody’s guess. “Ranma is no Ranchan of Spatula Girl! Ranma is Airen of Shampoo!”
“Over my dead body!!!” Ukyo bellowed and charged.
“That acceptable term!” Shampoo roared as she rushed towards Ukyo, riding her bicycle like a mighty war-stead.
Hiding behind the other side of a building, Kassy looked at Ranma. “Who are they, and are they always like that!?”
“They’re Ucchan and Shampoo,” Ranma replied after giving out a sigh of relief. “And yeah, they’re always like this.”
Kassy nodded her head slowly. “I remember earlier that you told me avoid people with bath-product names...” She shivered. “That purple-haired girl was one then?”
Ranma nodded. “Yeah. She’s a Chinese Amazon, and their laws are really screwed up.”
Kassy nodded her head. “I guess I’ll be avoiding her then.”
The pigtailed boy’s stomach grumbled angrily and he groaned. “Aw man. I’m still hungry.”
Hearing that caused Kassy’s stomach to grumble out in kind. “Me too...” Sighing, Kassy looked at Ranma seriously. “Any place else we can try to get something to eat around here?”
Ranma shook his head sadly. “If Ucchan or Shampoo find out I ate anywhere else, they’ll trash the place.” He so needed to eat too. Using the Gravity-Device before and then healing took out most of his chi reserves. He needed food to regenerate them.
To make matters worse, another obstacle reared its head. “AH HA!!!” Came a certain recognizable male voice. “I’VE FOUND YOU AT LAST, VILE FIEND! TASTE THE WRATH OF THE BLUE THUNDER!”
Blinking her eyes, Kassy turned her head to the sound of clunking metal. “Is that...”
Ranma groaned for the upteenth time today and jumped to his feet. “What is it now, Kuno?”
Ignoring the question, Kuno ran towards Ranma, waving his sword high. “It is time for your reckoning!”
Usually the pigtailed martial artist would humor the kendoist and pretend he had to actually try to beat Kuno up, but today he was low on energy and didn’t need a fight with the local idiot. “Reckon this!” Ranma shouted and snaked into Kuno’s defenses. He landed a devastating combo and sent the guy flying against a wall.
Looking at the hole in the gym wall Kuno made, Kassy whistled. “Wow. He’s buried pretty deep in rubble,” Kassy said with a smile. “Good job.”
Ranma took a deep breath and smirked. Damn it! Even that took a lot out of him! He needed something to eat and fast. “Nothing to it.”
Kassy smiled. “For you, I’m not surprised.”
“Master Kuno!” Came the voice of a certain buck-toothed ninja. “Master Kuno?” He asked as he poked Kuno’s right foot, which stuck out from the rubble.
“Let’s go before the idiot wakes up,” Ranma said. However, before he walked off, Ranma noticed something strapped to Sasuke’s back. There, held by a large handkerchief, as a bento. A rather large one at that.
It was at that moment of weakness that Ranma showed he was indeed the son of one Saotome Genma. It wasn’t like Kuno deserved it anyway... He attacked without warning. He winked to Kassy and sneaked behind the little ninja, then took the bento and rushed off without Sasuke noticing.
Smiling, Kassy rushed off after Ranma, as the older, buck-toothed ninja tugged on Kuno’s foot, only managing to pull of his sandal.
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Five minutes later Ranma placed down his chopsticks and sighed in contentment, patting his stomach. “That should last for an hour or two.”
“That’s all?” Kassy asked him as she pat her full stomach. “I feel like I can hold out until dinner.” She shook her head. “Man, what kind of guy has that much food for lunch and stays so skinny?”
“The kind of guy that can shoot chi blasts. It takes a lot out of ya’,” Ranma explained and smiled. For the remainder of lunch they should have some peace. They were currently hiding on the roof of the kendo team’s training room. No one would think to look them up here.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” Kassy said. “I understand you. I was referring to Kuno,” The half-Salusian shook her head. “Guy had a meal fit for three people in that staked bento box.”
Ranma snorted. “That’s just so that he can throw away most of it. He’s got this idea that there should always be leftovers when he eats.”
Kassy rolled her eyes. “Sounds like a real asshole.” If it was one thing Kassy couldn’t stand, it was food going to waste, a trait she picked up from her uncle Kalen.
“That’s Kuno for ya’,” The pigtailed martial artist laid down on his back and closed his eyes to relax. He rarely had a chance to do so and still needed to recover.
Smiling, Kassy laid down on her back next to Ranma. “Quite a day so far, eh?” She asked him honestly. She then giggled slightly. “And it’s not even done yet.”
“You have NO idea!” Ranma chuckled. “It’s been pretty tame so far, if you ask me.”
Kassy raised an eyebrow. “What more do you want? A Martial Arts Chi Master of dragon descent to come down with a horde of animal men soldiers to ransack and conquer and pillage?” She teased him jokingly.
“Nah. Already happened once,” Ranma said casually.
Kassy blinked. “How about an army of ninjas who use snack-treats as their motif?”
Ranma frowned. “Hmm... Can’t remember clearly. Probably one of those boring days.”
Kassy nodded her head. “Yep, I came to the right place. Sounds more and more like home.”
The pigtailed martial artist opened his eyes and turned to regard Kassy curiously. “Really?”
“Oh yeah,” Kassy told Ranma. “You can’t walk five steps without tripping over a ninja back in Quagmire.”
Ranma frowned. “Ninjas are annoying.”
Staring at Ranma, Kassy pouted, but nodded her head. “Most are, but not all of them are bad.” She smiled. “Some of them are family.”
The pigtailed youth shrugged. “Family is annoying too.” He sat up and stretched. So what do you do?” He smiled strangely. “Aside from turning into a f-f-furry girl that is.”
The half-Salusian smiled mysteriously. “Well, we still have school to finish up,” Kassy said. “But afterwards, your choice.”
Ranma groaned again at the mention of school. “If Hinako-sensei so much as touches that damn coin, I’m gonna put her to sleep.”
Kassy blinked her eyes. “Well, you really must be doing better.” She giggled. “That ‘never say die’ attitude is coming back in full force!”
The pigtailed martial artist smirked and picked Kassy up. “Let’s go.” He jumped from the roof and rebounded on a tree-branch. Before Kassy knew it they were already inside the hall and a few doors from their classroom.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t feel like it.”
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