This is a sort fic, probably only two chapters. It's a
side story for ALGO, something that occured to me last night.
For almost 24 gours I've been itching to write this, and here's
the first half. Cry, laugh, groan at the plot, do whatever you
like, just please say something! I can't tell you how frutrating
it is to work over something and not hear a whisper. If I had
no one to show this too, I wouldn't even bother to write them!
And Life Goes On
Side story 1, chapter 1 'Those Obnoxious Fiancees'
"Pervert!" Akane screamed, and slapped Ranma a good one on
his cheek. She ran off, yelling something about him being a hentai.
"No, wait Akane! I was-" He stopped halfway when he realised
she had all ready left, and was in such a state that even if she had been
there, she wouldn't hear him. He sighed; that girl was totally and
completely predictable. Which was where all her faults started.
*If only she could break out of that cycle* He walked glumly to the
bridge and just watched the calm water underneath.
"Look out, m'boy!" A sudden force from Ranma's back pushed
him over the edge, dropping him into the water.
"Woahhh!" Ranma-chan looked angrily to see who had done this
cruel deed, and saw an old, perverted man. She immediately made a
shield in front of her chest, expecting him to jump onto her. Almost as if
doing that was an open invitation, the man bounced off the bridge and
straight onto her front. "Get OFF!" Grabbing him by the few hairs left on
his head, Ranma-chan threw him onto shore, planning to give a more
appropriate punishment once she was out of the water.
After pulling his head out of the sand and shaking it, the man
chuckled sadly. "Too bad, I came her to warm you." Ranma-chan froze; she
knew well what this guy could pull out of sleeves, and while they weren't
deadly (To her, anyway), they weren't all that pleasant either.
"What, did you call another demon after me?" She climbed onto
a rock, and decided not to pull off her wet shirt, knowing if she did the
perv. would go ga-ga.
"I don't know if it's a demon," He admitted, "but your aura is
screaming of doom." Ranma-chan stared at him, wondering why that
sounded so familiar.
"Lemme guess; now that I'm in 'danger', you plan to drag me off to
your harem where we can live happily after, right?" His eyes lit up at the
possibility.
"Sweet-o! Let's go ri-" Ranma-chan kicked him out before
he got the next word out, disgusted beyond words. True, she didn't
expect better of him, but how could ANYBODY be that sic?
*And Akane compares me to him*
Ranma walked home, puzzling over the amount of reporters
in the area. He thought for a moment they had come and interview
all the Juusenkyo'd persons, and quickly dismissed the idea. There
was anyone would ever find o-
"Are you Saotome Ranma?" Before he knew it, he had over
twenty photographers around him, asking questions about how he
felt about it, and would he do it. *Then again...*
"What the hell is going on here?!" He exclaimed, annoyed.
"Airen!" Shampoo pushed her way through the crowd, and
hugged Ranma fiercely, making him turn various shades of red.
"Shampoo so worried! Is you ok?" Ranma was suddenly launched
with dozens of questions about who was this girl, and other tabloid
type questions.
"Ran-chan!" Ukyou found her way to the island of space in
the crowd. "Ran-chan, if you need any help, just tell me ok? You'll need
a coach and a strategist, and personally, I'd be your best choice!"
"Just tell me what this is all about!" Ukyou blinked at him.
"You mean you haven't heard yet? These-" She stopped and she
saw a mallet rise above her fiancee's head. "Ran-chan, look!"
"What no-" He saw stars in front of him, and fell forward,
revealing Akane behind him, holding a mallet.
"How can you just go and hug Shampoo at a time like this!" She
yelled, not believing his idiocy. The reporters jumped at the chance at
this new girl, and popped all sorts of questions at her. All of which Akane
answered with a glare and an occasional hit.
"Boo-hooo!" Soun cried loudly, and this time for a good
reason. Ranma opened his eyes, wondering why his possible future
father-in-law was bawling about now. Sitting up, he was presented
with a sight most people never even could imagine.
He was faced with an alien. A LARGE one. One with a tiger
stripped suit and horns.
"What's THAT?!" Ranma twisted his head, looking for
someone. "Where's the pervert? I thought he said he hadn't released
any demons!"
The alien opened his (It's? Hers) mouth, and replied with a
deep growl. "No one sent me. My race has come to take over your
earth. BWA HA HA HA!" Ranma buried his head in his hands; this
guy kinda reminded him of Pantyhose Tarou, not his favourite person.
"So what does this have to do with me?! Y'wanna me to beat 'im
up or something?" Like anyone, Ranma had a hard time making the
connection with this huge beast and himself. "Oh, wait, I know. He won't
take over if he gets to marry Akane. Look, whoever you are, it is not in
your best interest to marry that-" Surprised to get hit before the first insult
was said, Ranma turned to complain. "You hit me for defending yo-" He
stopped. Whoever this was, it was NOT Akane.
A gorgeous girl stood in front of him. Her green hair flowed
perfectly straight down to her hips, and her shapely figure was only
covered by a VERY skimpy tiger-stripped bikini. On her head were
barrettes, and looked like horns. Her hands on her hips, she glared at
Ranma.
"My daddy's married! How dare you say something like that!"
Confused again, he stared at the girl, and snapped his fingers.
"Ok, is this it? This guy's daughter, though a babe-" Akane
elbowed him, "Ooof! She's got such bad PMS that he's goin' to take
over the world unless I marry her. Am I right now?" The girl went red
with rage.
"What... what a pervert! I all ready have a fiancee! So why would
I marry YOU?!" The girl pointed her pointing finger and shot a bolt of
lighting at him.
"Ranma!" Akane checked over the keeling Ranma. She
knew he was used to many things, electrification not being one
of them. But being Ranma he recovered quickly, and got up to his
feet, humiliated at being so easily bought down by this strange girl.
"Fine, what do you want with me, then?"
"We promise not to touch your earth if you neat my daughter
Lum at a game of tag-"
"That's it? That's it?! Aw, this'll be easy!"
"-you have ten days to tag her horns. If you haven't done
this by the tenth day, we will claim earth. I assume you agree."
"Heh, no one can beat me!" Sweat drops went down all the
earthlings heads, wondering how they would spend their last days
of freedom.
Isabel Arantes