Why no, this C+C has nothing to do with 'Genma's Daughter' :P. (A pity I
don't have time to do my own version of the 'Ranma's really a girl' idea.
But then, I don't think 'Ranko: Bitch Queen of Nerima' is meant for the
general public's eyes. ^_^)
Now on to actual relevent portion of this message.
D.F. Roeder wrote:
This is just a scene worked two different ways of a what-if scenario
where Ranma is Tuxedo Kamen.
Blasphemy! Everyone knows Ranma is Sailor Dirt, err, I mean Earth.
Just for grins. :) My apologies if
I've duplicated someone else's humor or scene; I'm not well-versed
in Sailor Moon fanfiction.
Neither am I, so we shall suffer together.
The four Inner Senshi, Sailor Moon, and the youma all stumble to a
halt and sweatdrop.
"Yeah... Uh, that about wraps it up... I think."
"You call THAT a SPEECH?!" Usagi yells
yelled
at Tuxedo Kamen.
"Hey! I ain't used to talkin' all poetic-like and stuff! Lay off,
klutzy tomboy!"
"WHAT... DID... YOU... CALL... MEEEE?!"
Tuxedo Kamen stuck his tongue out at Sailor Moon, and Usagi steamed,
the pavement crackling around her. The youma decided it was time to
take out Sailor Moon.
Since Tuxedo Kamen seems like such a loser, he probably does have a good
chance of scoring. ^_^
What? You don't mean 'take out' in the date sense? Nevermind then.
"RRRAAARRRRR!!!" it screamed as it headed toward
towards (I think)
Usagi whipped her head around, spearing the youma with the white
glow of her eyes. "NOW IS *NOT* THE TIME!!"
Ranma jumped off the windowsill and sped towards the love of his
live. "BAKA OTEMBA! GET OUTTA THE WAY!!! MOUKO TAKA--"
"PISSED MOON ESCALATION!!!"
Heh. I think I could like that attack.
"I'M THE MOON PRINCESS!! I'M SUPPOSED TO GET HURT, DAMN IT!!!"
Actually I thought everyone else was supposed to kick the bucket and she
ressurects them.
"WELL FINE, SAILOR BAKA MOON, GET YERSELF TRASHED NEXT TIME!!! SEE
IF *I* CARE!!!"
The glow guttered out in Moon's eyes, and her lip trembled. "You...
you don't care...?" Water spilled down her cheeks. "WAAAHHH!!!"
Heh. And the differences between Usagi and Akane become immidiately known.
"Awww, please don't cry, Usako!
Usagi (unless this is some familiar term of what passes for affection from
Ranma)
"I don't care about you anymore, baka! Leave me alone!" Still
wailing, Sailor Moon spun on her heel and stalked down the street,
trailing droplets.
What? And the other senshi haven't attacked him for making Usagi cry?
That's Ranma's usual pattern of luck.
They dwindled into the distance. The remaining four senshi looked at
each other.
"Well, that went okay, I thought," Rei quipped. The rest nodded.
I dunno. Not quite enough of a punchline there, though I don't know what
else you would use.
*********TAKE TWO*********
"Ra-- ERRR, Tuxedo Mask! Where's your speech?" Sailor Moon scratched
her head.
"Gah. Tired 'a talkin' like that. Just kick its ass so we can all go
home. That is, if you frilly girls are up to it. Ya been at it
forever."
Heh. he's asking for it this time. One of them should wave Luna in his
face.
"Hey! Where's your rose?" Usagi demanded.
"And your cane?" Ami squeaked.
"Weapons. Gah. Who needs 'em..."
Actually, as cheesy as the rose is, it does tend to be effective.
"No prob'." Saotome Ranma, AKA Tuxedo Mask, jumped down from the
balcony, causally held up one hand, palm up, and said, sighing,
"Mouko takabisha... bah." The magically-enhanced ki blast
incinerated the youma where it stood. Ranma lowered his arm.
"So what if I don't say, 'MOON HEALING ESCALATOR!'?
Was waiting for that one. ^_^
Bah, ya been
fightin' this youma for an hour and gettin' nowhere. Pathetic...
Um..." Ranma's danger sense started spiking as five glowing Senshi
advanced on him, all wielding mallets made of Silver Imperial
energy.
Bah. Kaori from City Hunter still has them beat. Her mallets have the
actual tonnage listed on the side of them. :P
That's all, folks!
I think that's enough.
An amusing little thing. Thanks for sharing
D.B. Sommer