“Meow,” Ranma ventured, figuring he should at least try and pretend he was a normal cat, even if the green haired, fuku clad woman didn’t appear to be buying it for a second. Well, either that or she was one of those sarcastically deadpan characters who always look like they don’t believe you.
“Yes, yes, you’re just a normal cat. So, you won’t mind when I stamp your forehead with a little moon shaped stamp and send you back in time to look after a young woman who has had a much more difficult life than she deserves, will you?”
“Meow?”
In a burst of light they vanished, leaving two of the clan elders to watch with wry amusement.
Cologne took another puff on her pipe, before turning to Tok-Ah. “I wonder what Pluto is up to this time.”
Tok-Ah snickered. “Hopefully something other than walking around the village stroking a cat and playing evil overlord again.”
“I always thought a black cat would have been more appropriate for that role.”
“Maybe, but Luna wouldn’t play along and Artemis was easy enough to convince. He agreed when she said the word petting and his white fur seemed to fit the role better. It was more disturbing somehow.”
Cologne scratched her chin. “Why was she doing that anyway?”
Tok-Ah shrugged. “Why does my granddaughter do anything? I’ve always thought it was just because she could get away with it. Give me the position of Guardian of Time and I’d play all sort of jokes and claim I couldn’t explain because it would cause a paradox too.”
Cologne chortled. “Indeed. Remember a couple of years ago when she had Luna and Artemis’ given a special shampooing and then ran off with them? Claimed it was so they could be advisers to some reborn warriors, but what sort of advisers would they be if they couldn’t remember enough to give decent advice? I’m sure it’s part of some grand prank that’ll take a decade to pull off.”
“Yep, but then my grandmother always said that without a sense of humor the gates would drive you mad.”
Makoto sniffed. She’d lost her parents years ago and occasionally she’d fine the loneliness of her empty apartment getting to her. It was at times like this she really wished she had a pet. A dog would be nice, and not one of those yapping little monsters either, a big dog, something that you could pet and would sprawl out on the floor with you when you were watching movies.
“Um… Meow,” Ranma voiced, wondering what exactly he was suppose to do in this sort of situation. The only thing he knew of that would stop her from crying was a quick blow to the base of the skull. ‘Damn it, I’m going to have to learn about something more than martial arts to deal with girls. Although… by the time she woke up she’d have forgotten what she was crying about…’
“What?” Makoto was shaken out of her growing depression wondering where the cat had come from.
“Meow,” Ranma tried again.
She stared at him. “Cats don’t say meow, they make a noise that sounds a bit like it.”
“Um…”
“And they don’t say ‘Um’ either,” she pointed out, wondering what was going on.
“How the hell do you know? Are you a cat?” Ranma demanded, his frustration at not knowing what to do boiling over.
“N-no!” she stuttered shocked.
“Well I’m a friggin’ cat and I say ‘Meow’ and ‘Um’! Now, let’s try this again. Meow!”
“Um… good kitty?”
Ranma hopped up on the couch and began rubbing against her leg. “Purr,” he said, apparently not knowing how to do that correctly either.
“What do I do?” Makoto asked, feeling really surreal about the whole situation.
Ranma stopped and shrugged. “I think you’re supposed to pet me.”
“Really? What will that do?”
“I dunno. I heard it’s supposed to lower your blood pressure and make you feel better. I’m supposed to make you feel better and I really have only the two options.”
“What’s the other one?”
“It works better if I don’t tell you before I do it.”
“OK,” she said nervously, wondering if she had lost her mind.
Mistaking her acknowledgment for agreement, Ranma sprang off the couch and rebounded off the wall just behind her head, landing a stunning blow to the base of her skull.
*THUD*
‘That oughtta do it.’ Ranma thought.
Jupiter woke up a half hour later with a bit of a headache, but all thoughts of depression long gone…
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