Back in '69 by PhoneyNT
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From: PhoneyNT
Re: Author's Note
After reading another demented Rutsch fic, this idea came to me.
As usual, objectionable material, blah, blah, blah.
If you care for my writing, keep an eye out for:
A Mother's Hand, Part 2
Command & Conquer: Ground Zero Nerima
The Attractiveness Factor, Part 2 and 3
Oh, and the rewrite of Attractiveness Factor Part 1. Since my writing was
so rusty when i started writing fics, the grammar and continuity of my
earlier fics was not too good. I'm redoing it since it was my 3rd fic.
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"Ah, back in the days of sixty-nine," Ranma said wistfully.
"You weren't alive in sixty-nine, Ran-chan," Ukyo said, taking a bite of
her food.
"No, I don't mean--I wouldn't want to bring back any bad memories--"
"Ran-chan, what could you dredge up that would hurt me anymore? You chose
Akane, and I've gotten over you. I'm sorry about Akane. So go ahead."
"Back in the days when Akane and I used to assume the position. My
favorite, of course. Based on some foreigner joke about the number sixty-
nine."
Ukyo blushed. "Why, Ran-chan! I didn't think you would--"
"Hah," Ranma said, traveling back years in time, "she was wild. Very
wild. When she cooked toast, her tongue got caught in the toaster..."
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"Well...ah...I guess...we're married now, huh?" Ranma said sheepishly.
"Oh...yeah, well, I'm tired," Akane said. She turned over in the bed and
was snoring in seconds.
"But aren't we supposed to--" Ranma cut off at the sounds of the snore.
"What a tomboy," he thought.
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"Doesn't seem too wild to me," quipped Ukyo.
"Silence. That's just the beginning. Most couple go at it the night
after, some even before, but Akane and I were different. We actually waited
for a little..."
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The next morning.
"Oh! Good morning, Ranma!"
Ranma yawned and faced her, saying, "Oh...good morning."
"Ranma? We're married, but...don't talk at my face right now. I can feel
my skin withering by the moment."
"Well, you're no sweet-smelling rose yourself!"
"Not as bad as you, horse-mouth."
"Since you love horses so much, 'cause you obviously spend a lot of time
in the stables, have a close-up sample!" Ranma grinned, ready to get her back
for good. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her in for a kiss.
Instead of getting angry, however, Akane tightened her own grip around
him.
"Oh, Ranma! You may stink like a pig," she said, backing off from him,
"but you're so sweet inside!"
"Ah...I am?"
"Yeah! Kissin' me...and huggin' me...and marrying me!"
"Ha...of course."
She looked straight into his eyes. Suddenly he became aware of what was
pressing into his chest, and painfully aware of what was threatening to remove
his boxers.
"Uh..." Ranma didn't know what to do.
Akane kissed him again and again, spouting off about how she was glad to
have finally married. She wouldn't stop.
The natural progression followed. They were new, and inexperienced, but
they made it through.
...Perhaps. "Ranma?" Akane looked at the snoring Ranma, "Hey! Wasn't I
supposed to feel something?"
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"Ah, if only I could have said 'yes' back then," Ranma said sadly, "but I
didn't know! It wasn't until I heard my own mom and the old man yelling at
night together that I realized perhaps I didn't know the whole story."
"You listened on them?"
"Nabiki played a recording for me. I suppose she was trying to make a
point about my bed skills. Well, it was a point well-taken..."
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"Ah...oh!" Akane grunted.
Ranma, if it is even necessary to say so, was not deterred.
"You liking this?"
"Wha!"
"Whatever I'm doing, I should keep doing," Ranma decided.
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"I suppose I learned the stuff rather quickly. After that, it was like
she couldn't get enough."
"Is that so?" Ukyo asked, her speech slightly softer.
"Yeah! Not that I minded or anything...every week she would come up with
another technique. Where she was getting them from, I had no idea. All I
know is, she was coming home and doing them for me..."
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"Whoa!" Ranma cried out, punctuating his exclamation with the usual con-
summate high-speed secretion.
Akane grinned at him.
"I love you, Akane," he said suddenly.
"I'm gonna go cook."
"Okay!"
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"You said 'okay'?" Ukyo asked incredulously.
"Yeah...she was getting better...once she slowed down in the kitchen, she
actually started making edible stuff. She wasn't an expert, but it was food
and I could stomach it. Nothing like your okonomiyakis."
"Yeah, thanks," Ukyo said nonchalantly, but her eyes beamed pride.
"Anyways, I...I, for some reason, I've just got to tell someone."
"Tell someone what?"
"Do you know why...why she...departed?"
"Umm...the reports said something about brain damage...but they didn't say
why..."
"Can I trust you to tell no one?"
"Of course, Ran-chan. You'll always be a friend to me. I trust you, and
I hope you can trust me."
"It was another technique. I was overjoyed, of course..."
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"Wow! How do you take it in so far...?"
Akane just nodded and attempted a grin. She gulped, and Ranma muttered
something about beautiful women doing beautiful things.
He looked up at the ceiling. He placed his hands on the back of Akane's
head to hold it there. He felt like he was flying through space without
moving at all. A star almost hit him, but he dodged left at the last moment.
Through a cloud of gases he whisked, and his voyage stopped with him rushing
straight into the sun for a brilliant flash of light.
"Oh, Akane..."
For some reason, she was slumping forward.
"Huh?"
Ranma looked down and saw her, leaned forward, arms lax, eyes wide open,
and nostrils flared. It took him about five seconds to register what had just
happened.
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"Of course I wouldn't let those damn doctors keep her alive on life
support. She never liked to be helpless, and sitting on those machines with
only half a brain met both our definitions of helpless."
"Ran-chan! So that's really what happened?"
"Yes. Oxygen deprivation. And isn't it stupid? Just stupid? Like a guy
who is driving, he looks down to adjust his radio, and runs over two kids?
Doesn't he feel stupid? I mean, real stupid? You know, in retrospect, I
can't believe I lasted long enough for that to happen! And why didn't she
just chomp or something? Stupid girl!"
"Uh..."
"And it's the worst feeling in the world. You know? The driver who kills
by accident feels like he deserves a second chance, yet also feels too guilty
to want it. In addition to that, the rest of the world hates him."
"...maybe."
"I was stupid. Real stupid. And then I had to explain to the Tendos what
had happened!"
"How did they take it?"
"They were sad, but really didn't blame me. 'These things happen,' they
said. Bullshit! They hate me for being so irresponsible!"
"Oh..."
"Now I don't know what to do at all!"
"Well, Ran-chan...you know...you do deserve a second chance."
"You think so?" Ranma asked, looking hopeful.
"Yeah. With someone who trusts you."
"That's so nice of you!"
"Oh, don't worry about it, Ran-chan." she said, smiling.
"Talking to you has made me feel a tiny bit better," he admitted.
"Yes, Ran-chan. A second chance is what you should get. Akane would want
you to get on with life anyways, providing she were here with us right now."
"Yes...yes, she would!"
"You've got that right! So...how about we get together tomorrow, Ran-
Chan?"
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