Destiny's Wish
Part Twenty-Seven: It's the Thought That Counts
written by Mike Koos
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Three weeks later, Genma called Ranma into the dojo.
"You've been slacking off on many of your training exercises,
Ranma." Genma, who wore a cloth rag tied securely around his head to
hide his long-since receded hairline, gave her his most-practiced
look of disgust. "It shames me to see how soft you've let yourself
become."
Ranma scowled. "You don't have a clue, do you? I get along
just fine without your stupid exercises. I don't need them. And
anyway, if they're so special, why don't YOU use them?"
"I do not have the time."
"Sure you do!" Naka cracked from the sidelines. "What about
all that time you spend lounging all over the place and eating?"
This earned him a slight reprimand from his father. "Naka..."
warned Soun.
Genma glared at Naka peripherally, at the same time making
sure to keep Ranma within the range of his senses. "Come out here,
boy, and I'll show you how lazy a martial artist I am."
"Don't you mean *panda*?" Ranma sneered. Her father turned
back to face her.
Unseen by anyone, a sinister expression briefly crossed Naka's
face. Oh, the old man would pay for that one...
Genma was aware he couldn't turn this particular insult back on
Ranma; there weren't really any great variations in Ranma's fighting
between her true form and her cursed form. As a boy Ranma lost a bit
of speed, not to mention freedom of movement, but she also gained
size, distance, and a little more power to put into her
straightforward attacks. She'd learned since being cursed how to
adapt to either form when fighting, so she wouldn't be disadvantaged
in most circumstances.
So, Genma chose the only option left to him. "You dare show
such disrespect to a superior fighter and your sensei?"
"Just shut up and attack me already, will you? Listening to you
talk is boring," Ranma returned, largely unimpressed.
<Huh?> Ayumi stared at Ranma. The tomboy seemed more irritated
than usual in fighting her father. She *did* have a tendency to
fight with her anger rather than her mind at times... did that mean
she was destined to lose this fight?
The two fighters sprang into the air, trading a series of
punches and kicks as they passed each other in midair. Genma chose
to emphasize strength over speed - not giving Ranma a chance to add
the incredible speed of the Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken to her attacks,
since he had no adequate counter for such moves.
She didn't need to dedicate the speed solely to her attacks, as
he soon discovered.
Ranma dropped to the ground, crouched there for an instant, and
disappeared from Genma's line of sight.
By the time he landed, extending his senses outward to detect
her before she could get too close, she had positioned herself
immediately behind him. Only when Genma realized she was there did
she release a flurry of punches into the man's midsection.
Genma blocked as best he could, though he was steadily being
driven backward. He caught sight of an anger of an intensity never
seen before burning in Ranma's eyes. All of it clearly directed at
him.
<She's angry, and yet she's using it to her advantage!> thought
Ayumi. It was unusual for the tomboy to show this much concentration
alongside this much anger. Her mallet hadn't come into play, either.
No, Ranma's anger was clearly lending power to her punches, as it
were. Something she had learned from watching Ryomi? Though, Ryomi
also wasn't all that skilled with controlling her temper.
In no time Ranma had backed her father into the closest dojo
wall. She aimed a punch at his jaw...
And stopped short a fraction of an inch from her intended
target. Genma flinched.
He hadn't expected Ranma to pull any punches... nor had he
expected her to turn and walk away. He found his voice. "Where do
you think you're going, *girl*? Are you admitting you're incapable
of fighting me? You're more of a weakling than I thought. Oh, how
you shame our family name..."
She glanced over her shoulder at him, that same anger still
present in her eyes. "This fight is over," Ranma stated evenly,
"unless you want me to beat the crap out of you for all the lies
you've been giving me."
Genma puffed himself up to full height. "I have *never* lied to
you."
She strode back to him. "Oh, really? Okay, then, *why* have
you been telling me for as long as I can remember that my Mom was
dead when I know for a fact she's *still alive*!?"
Ranma had the pleasure of seeing her father's face turn pale.
The Tendo family was likewise surprised. Soun stood. "Is this true,
Saotome-kun?" he asked, disapprovingly.
"Y-yes. It... is true," Genma's voice went silent. "But... how
did you...?" He was surprised. He had known that one day, Ranma
would unavoidably learn the truth about her mother - yet he hadn't
expected the girl to be this calm.
"Find out?" Ranma finished her father's question. "I've got a
friend whose father's with the police. A few checks, and guess what
we found?" she put the question to him, purposely leaving out the
fact that Mr. Tendo had provided the start they'd needed by giving
Ranma her mother's name.
She went on. "I've been talking to her on the phone for the
last couple of weeks, Dad. You know, filling her in on everything
that's happened over the past fifteen years, things like that."
Genma's face turned ashen. "You didn't tell her about your
curse, did you?"
"Of course I did. What, you think I would *lie* to her or
something?"
The elder Saotome collapsed to his knees. "Ranma, before we
left home to train, I made a pact with your mother. Both of us, you
and I, signed the agreement. I would train you, and if, when we
eventually came to the end of our journey, you were not thoroughly a
girl inside and out... you and I would take our own lives in ritual
seppuku."
"Seppuku!?" came the cry of disbelief from all four members of
the Tendo family at once.
"Yes." It was here that Genma's words seemed to acquire a
stage-like quality. "And because Ranma is cursed to physically
transform into a boy, she is not thoroughly a girl inside and out, as
the pact stipulates." His eyes darted around the room; apparently,
he was searching for a path or plan of escape. "Ranma, you have just
sealed our fate."
Ranma, however, remained unconcerned. She snorted. "It's what
you are *inside* that counts, right, Dad? Don't worry. Mom told me
all about your little pact, and she's not holding me to it. She said
I was way too young at the time to make such a decision." Too young,
indeed. Less than two years old and her father was using her
handprints on legal documents? If he'd taken out any loans in her
name...
She stopped for a breath. "Though she IS rather ticked off at
you, of course. And I don't blame her."
"Ranma, I--" Genma knew he had lost what little control he had
over the argument.
His daughter cut him off. "You *lied* to me, Dad! All these
years of wondering what my Mom was like! I could've just ASKED her,
but *no*, you had to make me think she was dead!" Not to mention
everyone else, she added in her thoughts, glancing at Soun and the
three brothers seated near him.
"It was the only way, Ranma. I had to make sure you
concentrated only on the fight."
Another snort. "Yeah, and look how I've turned out as a result?
Thank you so very much, Dad! I'm never gonna speak to you again."
That said, she stormed out of the room, ignoring Genma's attempts to
call her back.
He turned to look at the Tendos for help, but they averted their
gazes.
Naka was at a loss for words. What Genma had done to Ranma was
inexcusable, yet at the same time, Ranma's response to the old man
was worse than any vengeful scheme he might have invented.
The old man no doubt deserved it. Their mother's passing had
hit Naka, Kasuga and Ayumi hard. Only Genma and Ranma knew how Ranma
had taken never knowing her mother.
Plus, Mr. Saotome was frightened about being reunited with his
wife. This was shaping up to be the reunion of the decade...
** ** **
Saotome Nodoka walked cautiously through the front gates of the
Tendo residence, hesitating long enough to take in the innocent
beauty of the yard - which, for the time being, was undisturbed. She
was reminded of her own property, very much like this one, lonely as
her home might be. Of what use was maintaining a beautiful home if
there was no one whom she could share that beauty with?
Nodoka ran a hand through her graying curls of hair before
pressing on and sighed. She had known she would one day be reunited
with her only daughter, Ranma - she simply hadn't expected the
reunion to occur now, not in another few years. That Genma had
maintained a story about her passing away to keep Ranma from
searching for her came as no real surprise.
Thank goodness Ranma was around to keep an eye on her father.
For now, Genma would have to contend with the indomitable
businessperson she had become in his absence, not the indecisive
woman he had chosen to remove from their daughter's life. She did
happen to look the part now, dressed in a warmly-colored business
ensemble as it were. And, if that failed, there was the item she
carried with her in an unassuming, thin leather-bound case. She
hoped it wouldn't come to that. Ranma deserved not to have to watch
her parents argue.
Nodoka raised her voice at the front door to announce her
presence. "Gomen kudasa--i!!"
She caught the sound of someone sprinting through the hallway
until he or she reached the foyer, then, the footsteps died away,
meaning that the person had switched to walking. Either that, or
they had made an extraordinarily long jump. Could it be Ranma? Only
Ranma would be as eager to meet her.
During their phone conversations Ranma had made it clear that
she was essentially the only girl in a house that otherwise consisted
of three boys and two men. Therefore, if it was a girl who answered
the door...
It was Ranma who greeted her. "Mom!" Ranma exclaimed brightly,
and the two hugged. Soun waited along with his three sons at the
entrance to the foyer.
"After all these years, it's good to finally be able to speak
with you face-to-face, Ranma-chan." Nodoka held Ranma at arm's
length and studied her. "You've grown into a beautiful young woman."
Ranma had inherited her mother's gentle features, plus Nodoka's brown
eyes and blue-black hair - though it was the influence of her father
that kept the hair straight, not curled. Except... Ranma kept her
long hair swept back into a braided pigtail. Combined with the
girl's innocent features, it tended to make Ranma appear younger than
she truly was. Something she had picked up from her travels, her
father's training, or both? Genma had mentioned in passing once that
a fighter was - in his not-so-humble opinion - far better off without
long hair to get in the way of fighting.
Momentarily caught up in the excitement over her mother's
arrival, Ranma forgot her modesty. "Thank you," she blushed.
Nodoka knew she couldn't fault her daughter's lapse in modesty;
this was the first real chance they had had to relate in nearly
sixteen years. She had missed not being a part of Ranma's
development from a child into a young woman. "I'll bet everyone is
quite envious when it comes to you and your cute iinazuke, right,
Ayumi-kun?" she smiled, using the opportunity to single Ayumi out
ahead of time.
Both Ayumi and Ranma's faces reddened. "Mom!" exclaimed Ranma,
sounding dismayed. Not five minutes into their reunion and Mom was
already pairing them off as a cute couple.
Nodoka ruffled her daughter's hair. "So tell me, Ranma - would
that no-good father of yours happen to be here?" There was no trace
of disgust to her voice, but more of a wry tone in its place.
Ranma frowned. She thought about snorting, then changed her
mind. "He took off on a training trip right after he found out you
knew we were here and wanted to visit."
"He hasn't changed," sighed Nodoka.
"I, on the other hand, would like to apologize for not keeping
in touch with you all these years," Soun spoke up. "If I had, I
might have seen that Genma wasn't telling us the truth about you."
"Don't worry about it," Nodoka offered him a slow nod. Soun had
stopped writing to her on occasion shortly after his wife's passing;
he had had a lot of emotional strain to work through. "We have a
chance now to catch up on everything."
Soun appeared to relax somewhat. Nodoka had gathered from her
husband's remarks and the letters and calls from the Tendos that Soun
tended to be a very emotional person, and Nodoka had to admit to
herself that she wasn't sure how she should tread in this instance.
"I have to admit that I still don't understand why Genma found it
necessary to tell Ranma you had passed away," he maintained.
"I've always believed he felt that I would have an adverse
effect on Ranma's training," Nodoka said, noticing Ranma's expression
darkening as a result. "I should have realized he might do something
like this, especially after his complaints over having had a
daughter."
Ranma reacted as though she had been struck. Her gaze lowered
to the ground. "So I was right. He didn't want me. He wanted a
son."
Her mother blanched, and rushed to place an arm around her. "He
does care about you, Ranma. But you know how preoccupied he can get
with things like pride, honor, the family name and the martial arts.
A son might have ensured his legacies lived on in the Saotome name
for another generation. Personally, I think parts of that legacy are
better off being forgotten."
"I still haven't determined which he cares about the most - his
family, or his pursuit of the martial arts."
She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised by the
overwhelming amount of sarcasm in Ranma's follow-up remark. "Tell me
about it."
"I'm sure Uncle Saotome meant well," Kasuga said, hoping to
defuse Ranma's infamous temper before it could flare out of control.
Ranma's anger toward her father was no secret in this household.
But Ranma would have none of it. "You haven't lived with him as
long as I have, Kasuga. I--"
"Ranma," Nodoka's reprimand was quiet yet firm. "I know you
resent some of the things he has caused to happen to you throughout
your life, but he is still your father. He deserves your respect."
*Some* of the things? She blinked. Ah, arguing with her mother
was the *last* thing in the world she wanted to have result from this
meeting. "Yes, Mother."
"Hey, at least your Dad didn't train you in the Nekoken, right?"
Ayumi asked her, sensing an opening.
Soun moved quickly to change the subject and led Nodoka out of
the foyer toward the family room. "Yes, well... we should continue
this discussion in the family room. It isn't right to force our
guest to stand. Mrs. Saotome, would you like to come in and have a
seat?"
She wasn't sure what had led to Soun's change in behavior.
<What...?> He did have a point, though. "I would. Thank you."
Nodoka, seated at the family room table beside Ranma, accepted
the cup of hot tea Kasuga offered her. "Thank you, Kasuga." So,
Kasuga had taken over the role of housekeeper in his mother's
absence... more recently, with Ranma providing some welcome help.
Ranma had started by apologizing to her mother for not having
anything special prepared to eat or drink; Nodoka had chosen to visit
with very little advance warning, hoping she could catch Genma before
the man fled.
Nodoka was proud. What she had seen so far of Ranma indicated
that the young woman was far more than the indifferent fighter she
had hoped Ranma would not become. Unlike her father... No one should
have to accept Saotome Genma as his or her only role model.
"After Genma left with Ranma," she began her tale, "I decided to
take charge of my life, finances... everything." She rested the thin
leather case she had brought with her upon the aged wooden table,
carefully opening the case to reveal a katana, sheathed and nestled
within the velvet-like molding. The sword had seen some use, but was
well-cared for... its polished blade by itself was evidence of that.
"This katana has been in my family for several generations. One day,
I will pass it down to you, Ranma."
The image of Ranma wielding both her mallet *and* a katana at
once brought a nervous lump to Ayumi's throat. Ranma didn't need the
mallet, really - she used it primarily to drive her points home, and
on rare occasions to supplement her fighting.
"I have always had an interest in antiques, such as this sword,
so I took a job in the industry. Eventually, I decided to open my
own business, which has done moderately well." Especially without
Genma around to influence her to make poor business decisions...
Something about the words 'business' and 'doing moderately well'
intrigued Naka. He leaned forward. "How well?"
Ranma shot him a warning glance. "Give it a rest, Naka. It's
not like she brought the finance books with her or anything! You can
ask her about buying stock later."
"...What are you two talking about?" inquired Nodoka.
"Well..."
Ayumi's intervention saved Ranma the trouble of having to
explain. "Let's just say that Naka's the 'junior businessman' of the
family," he said, hoping to leave it at that. He didn't feel like
rattling off a list of the type of 'business deals,' shady or not, he
knew Naka to have a hand in.
<That's putting it lightly,> Ranma smirked faintly...
coincidentally mirroring Naka's own smirk.
"Oh. I see," Nodoka said, when in actuality she had not.
"I'm just surprised, that's all," Naka reclined back on his
hands. "I guess I'm too used to seeing Mr. Saotome scrounge money
and food from everyone. Ranma, at least, knows how to save her
money."
Nodoka thought about saying something in response, but chose to
wait.
"I learned to do *that* a long time ago," indicated Ranma.
Again, the distaste in Ranma's voice was unmistakable. What
kind of life, exactly, Nodoka wondered, had Ranma been forced to live
on the road with her father? "Did you have much money to spend on
yourself while you were growing up? I assume your father didn't
spend much on things like clothes for you."
Ranma nodded absently. "No, not much. Not until we came here.
Most of the clothes I've had were second-hand or worse, whatever Dad
could get. The only new clothes I usually ever got were my school
uniforms." She paused for a breath. "I mean, this is the first time
I've ever really had an allowance."
Nodoka felt a touch of sympathy for her daughter. "Well, I want
you to know that now, I'm here for you as well," she reassured Ranma.
"Since you and Ayumi-kun are engaged, you deserve the best life
possible."
The pair simply stared at her, incredulous.
Naka let his gaze land on everyone else before drifting out into
the garden. Kasuga and Mrs. Saotome were innocents; Mrs. Saotome
wasn't aware how much Ayumi and Ranma despised being engaged to be
married without their say-so, even though they couldn't admit they
had developed feelings for one another. Ah, well, there was still
plenty of time. Not to mention the possibility of coercion or
trickery as a last resort.
Soun, like Genma, was no innocent. He firmly believed Ranma and
Ayumi would fall madly in love, fulfilling his plans to ensure that
*his* legacies lived on. What was so blasted special about either of
their family names that a marriage had to be forced to keep it alive?
Couldn't Dad also see that forcing the two to be close drove
wedges between them? Naka hated to believe that Ranma had developed
feelings for Ayumi or Ayumi for her only because they were stuck with
each other. He dared not say it aloud, but Ayumi and Ranma deserved
better than to be forced into a relationship.
On the other hand, a girl who wasn't afraid to pound Ayumi when
he acted like an idiot - which he did quite often, at that - was
probably just what insensitive Ayumi needed.
"Mom, don't you think we're still too young to even think about
getting married?" Ranma's protest brought him back. After all that
had happened, her mother continued to support the engagement?
Nodoka met Ranma's gaze. "Perhaps. However, we did make this
promise shortly after the two of you were born, and I continue to
believe it is a good idea, especially since you still have a lot of
your father's influence in you."
Ranma hesitated, saying nothing.
"And you, young man," Nodoka turned to Ayumi, "could use a bit
of a lesson in humility, from what I have seen and been told."
<Ranma,> Ayumi thought sourly. The tomboy was going to pay for
that one.
"I've been telling him that for years," smirked Naka. An
opportunity like this was difficult to let pass...
"The same goes for you, Naka."
...Even if it meant risking his own neck in the process. Naka
was silently grateful that Ranma apparently hadn't told her mother
much about him... had she?
He smiled tightly to himself. Ranma wasn't *that* shrewd.
A deliveryman announced his presence at the front door seven
minutes later; the take-out dinner Kasuga had ordered over the phone
had finally arrived. Kasuga and Ranma excused themselves to prepare
the take-out for the family and their guest.
Ranma had been dead-set against ordering anything from the
Nekohanten. Shampoo or her great-great grandmother - or *both*! -
would use a delivery as an excuse to come to the house to fawn over
Ayumi. Why not? They had done it several times before... the
Nekohanten *was* Kasuga's first choice for ordering take-out, oddly
enough. But this time, Ranma didn't want anything to spoil the
evening.
Particularly an unrestrained... *person* like Shampoo.
After a while everyone filtered off to take care of other
things, leaving Soun and Nodoka to fill each other in on events of
the past fifteen years.
Ranma couldn't help but wonder how much of that conversation was
about her.
With an effort she forced her thoughts back to the extra-credit
algebra work on her desk. Her grades, in her opinion, needed the
boost.
Ayumi figured she was out of her mind for wanting to do more
homework when she didn't need to. "Your grades are worse than mine,
and you're telling *me* how to do my schoolwork?" she'd said at the
time, reproachfully. Typical of the baka.
Okay... so maybe Yuka and Sayuri hadn't wanted to do the
extra-credit work, either. Their grades were well enough off; if
they wanted to forego the extra work, that was their choice.
She had no idea what kind of grades Daisuke and Hiroshi made.
Something like Ayumi's grades, no doubt.
There was a window directly across from her seat at the desk
through which she could look out across the neighboring yards, the
sparsely-traveled roads or the mountains in the far distance. She
hadn't used it as a distraction tonight, though.
The first sign she had that she'd lost track of time was when
she heard the knock at her door. "Come in," she spoke up, casting a
quick glance out the window. Nighttime, already?
Nodoka peered around the edge of the door and saw that Ranma was
seated at her desk. "Doing your homework?"
"Extra-credit work for algebra," Ranma sighed, setting her
pencil down in the middle of her open book. "I thought you were
downstairs talking with Mr. Tendo."
"Well... unfortunately, it's getting late. I have a handful of
errands to run tomorrow morning, so I suppose I had better be going
soon." Nodoka paused. "I wanted to come up to see you and your room
before I left."
Ranma's ridiculous grin returned to her face as her mother
entered and began to make mental notes about everything she could
see. "I'm afraid there's not much to see. I'm still working on
getting a few more pieces of furniture in here, if I ever get enough
money set aside for it." Not that she intended to con Nodoka out of
any money...
"Oh, we can probably do something about that. Would you mind if
I took a look at your wardrobe?"
The grin wilted somewhat. A little over half of her wardrobe
still consisted of the odds and ends Genma had allowed her to buy
while they traveled, the least of which included a few Chinese
outfits pieced together in the vain hope that she wouldn't have had
to change clothes if she got wet while trudging from one martial-arts
challenge to the next.
Nodoka examined selections from Ranma's wardrobe at random.
Ranma had subconsciously arranged her closet so that her old clothing
remained apart from the newer clothes she'd bought after taking up
residence here. On several of those old clothes, the girl had sewn
holes or tears together with white thread that stood out against the
darker colors - Genma had been too cheap even to allow her to buy
more than the one color of thread to match her clothes - as best she
could.
"You weren't kidding when you were talking about your wardrobe,"
Nodoka set the clothes carefully back in their place and closed the
closet door. Oh, the difficult times Ranma must have had to
endure... "Ranma? What would you say if I took you shopping tomorrow
afternoon for some clothes or other things?" In other words, an
excuse for her to spend time with her long-lost daughter. That was
what really mattered.
Ranma considered it. "Okay," she smiled.
** ** **
The one factor Ranma hadn't thought to take into account was
whether or not her mother would bring along a katana, case and all.
Ranma had been understandably uneasy about the possibility of both of
them getting into deep trouble for carrying around a bladed weapon in
public, but Nodoka insisted that she didn't trust leaving the
heirloom anywhere except with her.
That did little to reassure Ranma.
She shifted the few bags she was carrying to her other hand.
What worried her more than the katana was the full set of dress
clothes Nodoka had selected for her. Ranma figured that with her
mediocre luck, she would probably have to wear the ridiculous outfit
every time her mother came to visit.
It just wasn't her. What was she going to do, pretend to be
someone else whenever her mother showed up?
She smirked. The whole thing sounded like an insane plan her
father might have invented, in a sense.
"Ranma, wait."
Huh? Oh, right. She had been too busy being lost in thought to
watch where they were going.
Her mother had come to a halt before the glass window of another
clothing shop. Ranma noticed that all of the mannequins were wearing
boy's clothing. "Mom, this is a guy's clothing shop," she said with
a bit of restraint. What were they doing here? Buying presents for
Ayumi?
Nodoka seemed hesitant to broach the issue. "I'll admit I don't
know your size as a boy, but we really should get you a few items of
boys' clothing so that you stand a chance of not looking too much out
of place when you're a boy. You shouldn't have to be embarrassed by
your curse if you can avoid it." She hadn't seen anything in Ranma's
wardrobe that would look like it belonged to a girl trapped in a
boy's body thanks to some obscure curse. Come to think of it, until
this point she had never believed in curses... until Ranma proved
beyond a doubt that curses did exist.
"But I *want* to be embarrassed." Ranma's voice was still
subdued.
"What?" Nodoka started in surprise. "Why in the world would
you *want* to be embarrassed?"
"So I won't forget how much I hate this curse and how much I
want to get rid of it."
After a second or two, the corners of Nodoka's lips turned
upward in a slight smile. "I see you've inherited the legendary
Saotome stubbornness, I suppose. But what you're implying is that
you would risk tremendous embarrassment that would possibly affect
you for the remainder of your life just because you're too stubborn
to accept the fact that you're cursed?"
Ranma didn't have an answer for that question.
"Hiding your curse to keep from being embarrassed doesn't mean
you're going to stop looking for a way to reverse your condition."
Nodoka did have a point. "...Well...," was all that Ranma could
offer in response.
The expression on Nodoka's face softened. "I'll tell you what -
if you promise to stop being so critical about your curse, the next
time I have to take a trip to China on business, you can come along.
We'll find that Jhusenkyou place and see if there's a cure for you
yet."
"Do you mean it?" Hope abruptly rose in Ranma's features.
Nodoka smiled again. "Of course I do, dear."
She caught Ranma's sudden cringe as someone spoke up nearby.
"Ah, but what is this vision of the heavens I see before my
eyes?" The voice was at once haughty as well as boastful, belonging
to a young man, and from Ranma's reaction, someone she wasn't at all
thrilled to see. Or hear, for that matter.
The boy was roughly a year or two older than Ranma, dressed in
samurai's robes, a wooden sword secured to his belt. He stepped
forward to clasp the nonplussed girl's hands within his own.
"How fortunate I am that you are willing to go to the trouble of
learning my daily schedule, so that you can join me and ask for the
privilege of going on a date with me."
Ranma looked up at him in disdain. She was long since used to
this behavior from Kunou Tatewaki... presently, she usually kicked
the Kendo swordsman out of her way rather than waste time trying to
explain to the guy why she wasn't in love with him - particularly
since he wouldn't listen to her anyway. It had once bothered Ranma
that Kunou thought her marriage to him was irreversibly destined to
take place; now, like the majority of the Fuurinkan High student
body, she shrugged it off as Kunou's usual delusional prosaic
ramblings. She made an effort to restrain her temper. "Are you
through yet, Kunou-sempai?"
Before her arrival at Fuurinkan High, Kunou had imposed his
leadership over most of the students, declaring that no boy could ask
any of the girls out on a date until he had found the girl of his
dreams - Naka, thankfully, had talked Kunou out of declaring all
existing relationships among the students as void for the duration to
keep everyone from forming a lynch mob even more. Kunou had a major
problem with understanding when he was taking matters too far.
Now that Kunou had set his sights on Ranma, a girl who not only
wanted nothing to do with him but could also easily defeat him in a
fight, sword and all, most people ignored him.
"Leave her alone," Nodoka said coldly.
Kunou was more concerned with Ranma than paying attention to
whoever it was disputing his ability to express his love for the fair
goddess, Saotome Ranma. He readied his bokutou. "Who dares to tell
me to stay away from the girl who desires me as much as I do her?"
Ranma rolled her eyes in disgust.
Unimpressed, Nodoka began opening the latches on the case that
held her katana. "I'm her mother." While Kunou attempted to let
this new information sink in, Nodoka glanced at Ranma, knowing better
than to drop her guard around anyone with a drawn sword. "Ranma, who
is this boy?"
"He's--"
"I am Kunou Tatewaki, age seventeen, the 'Blue Thunder' of
Fuurinkan High School." Ranma let herself fall silent; Kunou had
never been one to allow anyone else to make his introductions for
him. "...Captain of the Fuurinkan Kendo Team, currently undefeated."
His standard introduction, though slightly subdued, as if he thought
it would help. Certainly, keeping his sword drawn wasn't.
"My daughter obviously wants nothing to do with you.
Furthermore, she is engaged to Tendo Ayumi. She is already spoken
for."
Ranma steeled herself in preparation for the outburst she knew
would follow.
Kunou made the mistake of instinctively bringing his sword back
into view, as though he were to threaten someone. "I do not
recognize that agreement!" he snarled.
To which Nodoka calmly drew out her katana and proceeded to dice
Kunou's wooden sword into several smaller pieces. "Not only will you
recognize the agreement, you will stay away from Ranma. I never want
to see you anywhere near my daughter, or hear of you harassing her
again. Is that understood?" Nodoka demanded.
"But..." Kunou said, staring in dumbfounded shock at the
fragments of his sword laying in a neat pile at his feet.
Nodoka set her katana back in its case. Resting a hand on
Ranma's shoulder, she urged her daughter forward, away from the
scene. "Come, Ranma."
** ** **
"And then what did he do?" Naka inquired.
It was late evening now. Ayumi and Naka had returned from the
movies a little over ten minutes ago and joined Ranma in the family
room, listening to her tell the story of her latest encounter with
Kunou.
Ranma took her attention away from the television long enough to
take a sip from her soda. "Well, Mom dragged me out of there really
fast, but I saw him just standing there with a really stupid look on
his face, like he was trying to figure out what to do or whatever."
Ayumi laughed. "I would've loved to see that."
"Yeah," added Naka, affecting the best approximation of Kunou's
voice he could manage. "The great Kunou Tatewaki, age seventeen,
'Blue Thunder' of Fuurinkan High School, shot down by Ranma's mother."
"You're making it sound like Kunou was hitting on Mrs. Saotome."
"Oh. Well, frankly, it wouldn't surprise me if he did," Naka's
eyebrows raised at the thought.
Ranma made a face. "Thanks a *lot*, Naka. Now I'm gonna be
stuck seeing that image all night."
She got a modest shrug from Naka in response. "Whatever I can
do to help."
"It's too bad Mrs. Saotome couldn't stay around longer," Ayumi
said after a soft snort. "You know it's gonna take much more than
that to get Kunou to stop going after you."
Ranma sighed. "Yeah..." And if she did somehow manage it, Kunou
would likely start up that 'no dating' thing again. She quickly
regained her composure. "But now I can talk to Mom whenever I want,
and she can come visit anytime..."
For a brief moment it seemed as though Ranma would cut the
discussion short there in favor of imagining what changes her
mother's presence brought to her life, then she brought her head up.
"You know what?" she asked. "Forget Kunou. I'm wondering what'll
happen when Mom finally gets hold of Dad."
"You think she's really *that* ticked off at him?"
"We'll find out sooner or later."
Naka agreed. "Yeah. Mr. Saotome's incapable of living on his
own, anyway, without someone to do all his work for him. He'll come
back after a while." <After he runs out of food or money,> he
thought about adding, but didn't, for Ranma's sake.
Ranma let the statement slide. Yes, Genma would be back,
eventually. Either of his own free will, or by Ranma dragging him
back herself. The old man needed to own up to what he had done in
the past, not run from it. And who better to bring that about than
his daughter?
(end)
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CREDITS:
Written by: Mike Koos
Pre-readers: Richard Beaubien, Tom Williams, David Wills
Special thanks to: Louis-Philippe Giroux
With apologies to Takahashi Rumiko...
All parts of this series are available at the RAAC archives at
ftp://ftp.cs.ubc.ca/pub/archive/anime-fan-works
or from my WWW pages at
http://www.anime.usacomputers.net/~makoto/index.htm
Comments and questions welcome.
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