Glancing over towards the pigtailed youth walking atop the fence along the street, Nabiki questioned, “Must you and your father fight over your food every morning? Really, Saotome, it’s either that or you waking me up with your fights in the yard.”
Holding his schoolbag behind his head, Ranma shrugged while looking towards the sky, “It’s not like I’m the one starting them.”
“It is getting pretty annoying”, Akane chipped in, looking up towards her fiancée.
Glancing down towards the two Tendo females, Ranma furrowed his brow, “If you want something done about it, talk to the one starting the fights, instead of, you know, the defender.”
“I would, Saotome”, Nabiki responded with a uninterested voice, “but there are two things to consider. One, he’s Daddy’s friend and will most likely claim ‘training’ which will result in no change. On the other hand, you are a simi-captive audience to our complaints and part of the situation.”
Akane nodded in agreement as she added, “Besides, he’s your father so he’s your responsibility.”
Rolling his eyes, the pigtailed youth hopped down from the fence to land easily beside his fiancée as they closed in on Furinkan. Flicking his eyes towards the elder Tendo, he asked, “So, what are the odds that Sword-boy won’t bug us this morning?”
With a light snort, Nabiki pointed in through the gate, “Non-existant. Kuno-baby’s bokken is sticking out behind that tree over there.”
Having heard himself being spotted, the kendoist stepped out from behind his hiding spot to confront the trio stepping through the school gates. “Of course the noble samurai waits to confront the foul sorcerer and keep him from darkening these hallowed school halls.” Narrowing his eyes as he looked towards the ‘foul sorcerer’ he added in, “Know that I will break your hold on the fair tigress Tendo Akane this morning, Saotome!”
Glancing towards his fiancée next to him, even as Nabiki broke off to walk towards the entrance, Ranma asked, “So… you want to beat him down today or you wanna let me do it?”
“I don’t need your help”, Akane snapped out with a frown, taking a step towards the upper-classman. “I’m sick and tired of you ambushing me, Kuno-baka”, she followed with as she broke into a forward dash, Tatewaki drawing his bokken for the coming melee with his lovely tigress.
Ranma just shrugged as he called out, “Okay, then. I’m going to class. Have fun with bokken-brain.” As he jumped up to the open window to his homeroom, he heard his fiancée yelling down below in the schoolyard but figured it to be normal fighting sounds, considering the pained yelp from Kuno shortly afterwards.
Excluding the dark glare he got from Akane as she entered the classroom, just beating the late bell, most of the morning was pretty boring for the young martial artist. Of course, to Ranma, boring also includes being drained of ki by the resident ki vampire schoolteacher during a boring English lecture. Eventually, even with Ranma’s building anxiousness the final class of the morning started to wind down.
Pushing the thin rimmed glasses back up his nose, the middle aged history teacher glanced towards the classroom’s clock. “Now, before you’re released for your cleaning duties, I will be handing out the results to yesterday’s test.” Starting to hand out the talked about tests, he continued in his droning voice, “For the three of you who failed, and you know who you are, I expect you to study for a make-up test on Monday. Remember, the Sengoku period is an important time in the history of Japan and those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.”
As the teacher continued to drone about his subject of expertise, Ranma focused on the paper on the desk before him. As he flipped it over to check his results, he heard Daisuke to his left groan. “Aw man, only a 59? I was hoping for at least a 60” the taller of Ranma’s friends complained before leaning forward, “Hey, Hiro. What did you get?”
Holding his test over his shoulder, Hiroshi displayed his score to his friend, “I got a 61 on this one. At least its high enough my mom won’t get on my case.” At that, both looked over towards Ranma’s desk, where Hiroshi asked, “What about you, Ranma?”
Looking over, Ranma just displayed his own sheet showing a 65 out of 70, to which Daisuke looked dejected, “A 65?! How’d you get that? You’re barely paying attention in class.”
Ranma just shrugged, “I just knew the answers. It wasn’t that hard.” Just saying that, he felt a shiver run up his shrine, causing him to turn his head slowly towards where his fiancée sat. Seeing not only Akane glaring at him but her friends Yuka and Sayuri were joining in as well. When he let out a confused “What”, Akane jerked her head away in a huff, all three girls walking off to start their assigned cleaning duties.
Wrapping an arm over the pigtailed martial artist’s shoulders, Daisuke said in a faux concerned voice, “I don’t know what you did to make her mad, but it sucks to be you my friend.”
Shucking his friend’s arm, Ranma packed up his school bag and stood up, “Whatever. I just gotta clean the board and I’m out of here.”
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The morning soon found the young Saotome walking down the road in the warm sunlight, Furinkan slowly getting farther and farther away as he headed back to the Tendo household. Before he got too far, though, the quick chiming of a bicycle bell caused him to jerk around.
“Ni hao, Airen”, Shampoo cried out, leaping off her bicycle to wrap her arms around her turning love.
“What the… Let me go”, Ranma cried out as he struggled in the young warrior woman’s strong hold.
Ignoring her ‘husband’s ‘ demand, Shampoo pushed her face up towards Ranma’s, smiling sweetly as she asked, “Airen done with school, yes? You take Shampoo out on date now?”
Ranma had just maneuvered his hands on Shampoo’s waist to push her away when he heard the irate cry of his tsundere fiancée, “Ranma, how dare you! Not only do you flaunt your test score in class but you immediately start making out with Shampoo right outside the school?!”
Crying out in reflex, Ranma jerked his head towards Akane’s voice, “It’s not what it looks like!”
Finding an opportunity to tick an opponent off even more, Shampoo shimmied even closer to her love, practically purring, “No, it exactly what it look like.”
Narrowing her eyes at the ‘hugging’ couple, Akane growled as she reached into her schoolbag, “Fine. If you want to hang out with an alleycat, let me HELP YOU OUT!” As she yelled out, the young Tendo whipped her arm out, open water bottle in hand, causing a stream of water to splash over the cursed pair before her.
Where stood before her a moment before was her fiancée and the ‘Chinese hussy’, now stood a wet female Saotome with an equally wet pink and purple cat clinging to her chest. After a second of realization passed amongst all three youths, a panicked shriek filled the air as Ranma sprinted off into the distance while Shampoo clawed into her, hanging on for dear life.
(Posted Sun, 11 Dec 2011 13:11)
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