Cherry
a quickie by Michael Chen aka Zenki who is getting tired thinking of titles for his current 
story.....

This very short story is the product of staying up to 3:00 AM while trying to finish an English
essay...


      It was, barely noon, with the sun periodically peeking out from behind clouds, trees, 
and buildings.  Ranma jogged aimlessly around Nerima, as he reflected on the recent fight 
he had with Akane.  He thought to himself as her ran.  `Violent sexless tomboy!  Why does 
she have too always overreact?  I sometimes wonder why I even bother trying to put up 
with her...’  His mind blanked a bit as he thought about Akane.

***

      An hour before...  

      Ranma was sparring against a dummy in the backyard, when he heard the ring of a 
bicycle bell.  “Aw Shiiit” cried Ranma as he attempted to seek cover.  However, the open 
backyard of the Tendo Dojo offered no safe haven for Ranma, and moments later, a 
bicycle ladenned with Shampoo came crashing down on Ranma...

      “Ai Ren.  Where do you go?  Ranma disappear so fast!”  Shampoo rapidly swung her 
head back and forth, her cute purple hair fanning out.  With a hand, she carefully pushed 
the hair back to its proper place...

      “I’m here!”  Ranma groaned, as he felt the weight of the bike and it’s passenger 
pushing rather painfully into his back.  Shampoo looked down the handlebars, and her face 
lit up.  

      “Oh Ranma, so nice to see you... Shampoo bring ramen for Ranma....”  Ranma 
groaned once again, as he tried to get up.  He muttered.  “Shampoo, could you please get 
off of me?”

       “Oh!”  Shampoo dismounted, pulled her bike off of Ranma, and helped him up.  She 
openned her box, and presented a bowl of steaming ramen noodles with slivers of tender 
pork as well as finely chopped vegetables to Ranma.  “So you want?”  Ranma only needed 
one sniff for his stomach to gurgle in anticipation of the food.  Ranma nodded in 
appreciation as his stomach took over his body, and started to shovel the food down.

      Chewing and trying to savor every bite of ramen, Ranma forced himself to eat slower.  
Instead of finishing the bowl in his customary three seconds, he decided to moderate 
himself greatly, and finished the bowl in 10 seconds.  He slurped up the ramen, picked at 
the vegetables with his chopsticks, and handed the bowl back to Shampoo when he was 
finished.

      Shampoo, who had been edging closer and closer to Ranma as he ate, asked.  “So 
Ranma, how was ramen?  Good, no?”  Ranma had to acknowledge it, it was the best he’d 
ever tasted.  Perhaps it was a result of the fact that Akane had prepared breakfast, and that 
he had decided to fast instead of risk his life.  But for some reason, the ramen dish had a 
plethora of flavors.  It had a hint of spice, a smattering of different flavors, when all added 
up, made a very tasty dish indeed.

     “Yeah, Shampoo.  Very good!  I’m surprised!”  Ranma’s complement had the effect of 
making Shampoo deliriously happy.  She almost jumped up in joy, but her mind had other 
plans.

     “Ranma love Shampoo!”  Shampoo then plastered herself on top of Ranma, and forced 
a kiss onto him.  Ranma tried to fight back, but Shampoo held on stronger.  However, his 
struggles proved to be counterproductive.  Every movement he made, served to excite 
Shampoo even more, that instead of having her kiss die off, her kiss became more and 
more intense.  Thus a vicious cycle.  Ranma struggled, exciting Shampoo.  And in 
response, Shampoo intensified her efforts on Ranma, who in turn struggled even more.

      “Augh!  Ranma! Shampoo!  You hentai!”  Ranma cringed at the sound of the voice.  
So did Shampoo.  She reluctantly broke off her kiss with Ranma, and stood up.  “Violent 
girl come no more.  Ranma say he love Shampoo.”  Shampoo even nodded her head with 
an air of self-righteousness.  Ranma began to stammer out an excuse...

      “Akane!  Look it’s not what you think!  Shampoo she....”  Not enough time.  As 
Ranma was rapidly formulating his reason, Akane gave Shampoo the boot.  Shampoo 
screamed as she sailed off into the distance.

     Akane shouted up at Shampoo.  “Hey, you forgot this!”  Akane took three steps to 
Shampoo’s bike, lifted it up effortlessly, and heaved it after Shampoo.  Nodding in 
satisfaction, Akane turned her attention to Ranma, who had been trying to crawl away 
inconspicuously.  

      “Ranma! You worthless piece of unfaithful turd!”  Ranma cringed when he saw Akane 
approach him.  She breathed hard, her chest visibly going in and out, as she reached back 
and gave Ranma a hard punch.  “Ranma no baka!”

      Ranma felt his body go airborn for a second or two, only to be stopped by a tree that 
happened to be in his flight path.  For a moment, he lied stuck to the cracking tree, and 
then slid down to the ground...  The tree collapsed on top of him.

      “Hmph!  Serves you right!”  Akane turned around, and returned to the dojo.  After 
struggling for a bit, Ranma managed to extract himself from the tree.  His face indignant as 
he shouted a late retort.

      “Well, you’re sexless!  A Macho Non-woman! Manhater!”  Ranma looked down at the 
tree that Akane destroyed.  `Hmph, a cherry tree, such a waste.’  It indeed was a waste, for 
the cherries were almost perfectly ripe.  Bending down, Ranma quickly snatched a handful 
of cherries, and place them within his pocket.  Deciding that it would be best that he let 
Akane cool off, he jogged out, setting a fast pace for himself.

***

     Ranma woke up out of his flashback, his mind still muddled about Akane’s behavior. 
Ranma’s perpetually hungry stomach started to growl again, when he coincidentally 
remembered the cherries in his pocket.  Reaching in, he grabbed a couple, and popped one 
into his mouth.  For a brief instant, his face twitched as he tasted the shock of a slightly 
sour cherry juice run all over his tongue, then his face quickly calmed as the initial taste 
immediately gave way to intense sweetness that filled his mouth and made him feel good.  
He spat out the cherry pit, and grabbed another.  

     Like before, an initial wave of sourness stuck him that instantly became sweetness.  
Cherry after cherry Ranma ate as he ran mindlessly.  `These are damn good cherries.’  
Ranma thought to himself.  After running out of cherries to eat, Ranma was surprised that 
he had made a complete circle and ended back at the gates to the Tendo Dojo.  Taking a 
deep breath, he enterred.

     “Hey Ranma!”  Ranma looked up to see Akane sort of smiling in relief.  Ranma silently 
commented to himself.  `Akane sure is cute when she smiles....’  He almost laughed to 
himself as he thought about the events that unfolded before him.  `Akane will always be a 
cherry.’  He faintly smiled as he approached the dojo.


S P a M  Tastes Good!

(1) A lack of serious effort on my part.....
(2) Grammar might be off.
(3) This story has no real point.
(4) Don;t blame me, blame the cans of Coke I drank