Everyone seems to be getting into this revengefic stuff. So before it
dies out completely, here's my own small contribution to the idea. Fair
warning: I didn't bother to check for spelling on this one. Let me
know what you think (That is if this message ever makes it on the list
since everyone seems to be having trouble with it.)
Note: I live in Canada so Thanksgiving starts a month early for us.
Sincerely,
Megane 6.7
Revengefic 6.7
Chapter One:
My stomach had that familar feeling of acid indigestion as I
leaned back in my chair, trying to ride the waves of pain through my
chest. "Thanksgiving" I muttered darkly to myself. "Thanks for giving
me heartburn!" I sighed to myself as I glanced at the T.V. beside me.
It was only 12:05 p.m. and the good late night t.v. shows wouldn't be on
for another two hours....
I walked over to the vcr and ploped in my tape of Star Trek
Voyager Reruns and pressed play on the remote. It was the same two
episodes....The one where Fear torments the crew and the one where
Voyager discovers the Ferengi exploiting a planet in the Delta Quadant.
I had watched the same reruns two days in a row while surfing the net
and typing my "Wishing" story since late night was the only time I could
use the phone for a long period of time.
I cracked my knuckles and glanced at my computer screen. I had
written three of the six scenes I planned to use for the forth part of
"Wishing" and the next scene would be difficult. I had to explain to
origins of Ryouga's invisibility techinque and while I had the synopsis
down pat, it was a matter of expanding it to fit so many pages.
As I began, I heard a slight rumbling noise. Dismissing it as
the furnace, I continued to type until the rumble grew louder....and
louder....I turned around and my jaw dropped. I was looking at what
could only be described as a portal of some sort. Briefly wondering if
I had seen too many "Slider" episodes, I stood up and backed away from
the portal until a lone figure suddenly emerged from it. He was wearing
a red silk shirt with baggy pants and he had a pigtail. I shook my head
and swore right there and then I would never eat pumpkin pie from a
grocery store again. This had to be a dream. The boy looked over in my
general direction and scowled.
"Hey! Are you that Megane guy?"
"Um....Let me check." My mind raced furiously as I realized if
this was a dream it was going to be a doozy. "Uh....who's asking?"
I cautiously asked.
"I'm Ranma Saotome of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts!"
"I'm....Megane 6.7" I decided hiding the truth would be
fruitless.
"What's the 6.7 stand for?" Ranma looked curiously at me.
"It's from one of my favorite movie villains Sid 6.7 from the
movie Virtuosity?"
"Never heard of it" Ranma snorted.
"Good movie. You should check it out." I recomended.
"Does it have martial arts in it?" Ranma asked
"Um....not really....lots of gunplay and violence though...."
I offered.
"Then I'm not interested." Ranma stated matter-of-factly.
"Why are you here?" I decided to stop playing games.
"I'm here to complain about my scenes with Shampoo from your
Wishing fanfic! I'm also here to complain a whole lot about your Real
Man fanfic but I'll get to that in a second."
"Complain?" I said, bewieldered.
"Yeah, first of all, Shampoo doesn't fight for me! I'll die
before I let a girl fight for me!"
"You were unconsious." I noted.
"Yeah, that's another thing, Did you have to let Akane hit me so
hard, digging a flaming trench with my body ain't fun you know!"
"It wasn't supposed to be." I remarked.
Ranma narrowed his eyes at me. "Anyway, then you got Shampoo
grabbing me in the shower and stuff....
"You look so cute when you try to escape her clutches." I
smiled, dispite myself.
"S...Shut up! I don't want Shampoo! Got it?"
"We all know that but Shampoo doesn't. Don't exspect her to
give up on you any time soon." I retorted, beginning to enjoy the
debate.
"Can't you....you know....make her realize that I don't love her
so she'll finally leave me alone?" Ranma pleaded.
"Not without altering her character, I can't. It would be like
convincing you to stay as a female and date with Kunou.
"WHAT?!?!" Ranma roared with fury.
"Sorry, that's the way the ball bounces, Ranma." I calmly
replied.
"Okay fine! Forget the "Wishing" fanfic for now....Where the
hell do you get off protraying my fiancee with my "pop" of all people?!?
"Because it's never been done, because it was nessicary to
produce the right shock effect and because I said so. Besides, you were
the one that got most of the sex scenes, or have you forgotten?"
"Yeah, real great sex scenes, more like vague images! I didn't
really get to do anything with them." Ranma whined. "Besides you stole
the idea from Doughboy! You're a thief!"
"I acknowledged at the beginning of Real Man II that the idea
was Doughboy's originally. I'm not trying to rip off his idea, merely
expand upon it.
"Thanks to you and Thomas Schauer, Someone wrote a story with
P-Chan and Akane doing it! That's disgusting! Ranma spat out.
"I didn't write that one." I protested. "My story was more
tasteful."
"Since when is a lemon tasteful?!" Ranma retorted hotly.
"Look, It was an exsperiment, I've gotten some very positive
feedback on it and I'm going to write the sequel to it, with or without
your permission!" I shouted angerly.
"The hell you...." Ranma turned to see that the portal had
returned. "Damn! I'm out of time! But I'll be back and I won't be
alone!" Ranma then lept back into the portal where it closed soon
afterwards.
"Well....that was interesting. I can't wait to see who else
comes through...." I remarked as I returned my attention to the screen.
The End....for now...