A Second Too Late
Part 7
By: P-R-P-Chan and Ranchan
SLAM!
Ranma stormed into his home, thoughts of a panda fur rug running through
his head.
"GODDAMN IT POP! You just couldn't keep this too yourself could you?"
Nodoka hurried out of the kitchen, "What's the matter Ranma? Bad day at work?"
"I could only wish it were that good... Where is he?"
"Your father went out for a celebretory drink this morning, he still hasn't
come back."
Nodoka's words fell on deaf ears, Ranma having turned away in disgust,
heading to his room.
After wandering aimlessly for a couple of hours, Ukyou finally found
herself outside her home. Seeing the mid-afternoon crowd huddled at the
door, she muscled through them, and entered. Instead of letting them in,
Ukyou, with tears streaming down her face, closed the door in the first
customers face. As the door closed, two words were whispered, barely
audible, "We're closed."
The rest of the gathered people interrogated the man Ukyou had spoken to,
hoping to find out what was the matter at their favorite restaurant, and
more importantly when they'd be able to eat. Shrugging his shoulders, he
spoke, "She said she's closed." With this, the disappointed crowd
disspersed, heading down the street to another popular restaurant, the
Nekohanten.
By this time, Genma had drunkenly walked in to his sons kick. Ranma
pounced on his old man as he entered, pounding his face repeatedly as he
crouched above his prone form. Genma's face was a bloody pulp by the time
Nodoka managed to wrestle her son off of the drunken martial artist, hers
was a mask of pure rage. Without bothering to explain himself, Ranma
grabbed his coat and stormed past, leaving his father bleeding, and his
mother seething, her words dead on her lips, as the sound of the door
slamming resounded through the house.
Akane had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang, and rang,
and rang. Ranma was met by an angry, dripping wet Akane. Her mood changed
almost instantly upon seeing him, her face lighting up, her towel dropping
down. Quickly they moved into each others arms, Ranma closing the door
silently behind him as they entered.
Tired and out of breath, lying in each others arms, Akane whispered into
his ear, "I'm so glad your here, but why did you come?"
"Akane.. I can only hold out for so long you know..." Turning his head,
Ranma noticed the dumbfounded look on Akane's face. "Oh.. you mean why am I
here.."
Over the course of the next ten minutes, Ranma explained the events of the
day to her, his anger flaring up once more. The first words out of Akane's
mouth were, "So everbody knows then?"
"Well everyone but Shampoo, I managed to keep it from her.."
"Why are you so afraid of everyone knowing? Are you embarrassed that they
know you were with me?" Akane accused.
With this, a look of panic washed over Ranma's face, as he quickly turned
into a spineless babbling shell of a man. "But.. but.. um no.. NO! .. what
made you.. no no no.. it's not.. don't hurt me." After realizing that Akane
hadn't reacted yet, Ranma looked up, "Your not gonna hit me?"
"Of course not silly, I love you, why would I ever do that?" Ranma,
realizing that his face WASN'T going to be bashed in sat up.
"So this doesn't bother you at all?"
"Well I would have preferred if people kept our business private, but now
that it's out theres not much we can do, besides I know two wannabe fiancees
who will be getting mighty jealous over this." Akane answered, with a joyful
smirk.
"Now you see why I don't want them to know?" Ranma said, drawing his finger
across his neck to illustrate his point.
"Ranma, don't you think you should call home? Your mother's probably
worried sick about you.."
"I wasn't there for 12 years, she can deal with a couple of days without me.."
"So are you going to go home?"
"Well I was kinda hoping I could stay here for awhile.."
"Ranma! I have classes to go to, and I don't think Yohko would approve.."
"Yohko? Who's..."
"AKANE I'M HOME! I stopped off to pick up some groceries and..." Yohko's
mouth dropped open as she realized Akane wasn't.. alone.
"I.. I think I'm gonna go to my room now.. sorry to interrupt.." Yohko
said, backing out as quickly as she could.
"Yohko! It's not what you think.. well actually it is but.. Yohko! See..
told you she wouldn't take it well," Akane said turning to Ranma.
"Geez Akane, we're naked, how did you expect her to act?"
"Oh," Akane looked at their position and blushed, "I see what you mean. I
guess we better get dressed."
Ukyou prepared for the worst as she rang the doorbell to the Saotome
household. Nodoka greeted her happily (that bitch, coming to steal my son
from the woman he's destined to be with.. if only she could see that she's
only meant to be his concubine..), "Oh hello, Ukyou. I'm sorry but Ranma's
not here right now so.."
"He isn't? Well, would you mind if I came in? I really need someone to talk
to."
"Why of course, I'm glad you can look to me for guidance." (Just don't be
getting any ideas about Ranma, he's meant for Akane.) Nodoka led Ukyou into
the living room, motioning for her to sit before taking a chair herself.
"So what can I help you with, dear?"
"Well I was kinda wondering about...umm.."
"Ranma and Akane? Isn't it wonderful? It took them long enough to get
together didn't it? I'm sorry that he strung you along for so long, but men
just.. how should I put it. They have trouble expressing their emotions,
they're much better at more.. physical things."
"Funny, that's exactly how Akari described Ryouga. But, Mrs.Saotome, I
don't know how I'm ever going to get over him."
"Ryouga?"
"No! Ranma.."
"You're just going to have to dear, Ranam is meant for Akane; and that's
all there is to it. I'm sorry dear, but unless he wants to take you as his
mistress.. But I shouldn't be putting ideas into your head."
"Ah.. yeah.. thanks.. I should be going now," Ukyou excused herself, trying
to get away from a potentialy embrassing situation. 'As if I'd play second
banana to Akane, although if it meant I could be with Ranma.." Ukyou sighed
and went on her way.
Ranma channel surfed as Akane snuggled up to him. "Couldn't you just stay
on one channel?"
"But none of this is any good! I'm not going to watch the weather channel!"
Ranma switched to the local news station as Yohko walked in.
"Oh, Yohko! This is my fiancee, Ranma Saotome." Akane said, trying to
conceal the blush on her face.
"Yo." Ranma said, lifting his hand in acknowledgement.
"Hi, nice to meet you, you look alot different with clothes.. I mean..
umm.. well.. not that I.." The gods were looking out for her, as the sudden
urgent report from the television drew their attention away from her
blushing face. A scene of destruction as two demons rampaged around
downtown Kyoto. "I.. I gotta go now.. I'll see you later, ok?"
Yohko ran out the door, screaming something about the 108th generation of
something or other. Ranma paying closer attention to the television than
Akane's crazy roomate, exclaimed,"Hey Akane! Ain't that Happosai?"
"Yeah.. It is.. and that Oni."
"Do you think we should go and stop him?"
"Nah, eventually he'll get tired or hungry and show up at the dojo again..
It's probably better that we just ignore it."
"Maybe he'll stay away longer."
"That would be a good thing, besides we don't need him following us around,
do we?"
Authors Notes:
Ranchan- we first intended this to be six parts, but it's going longer than
we expected as we get more and more ideas. If you like where the fic is
going, or you hate it, email me at <ran-chan@usa.net>
prp- umm.. i got more hentai in.. let's see how much more i can slip past
him. As for my stuff.. it'll get done by the end of the century.. with any
luck. next part .. ummm.. sooner or later.. eventually. oh and any c&c you
can send to me or ranchan so eventually we'll bth get it..
Hentai Outakes
Clearly her thoughts were inside herself, as were her fingers.
Ranma closing the door silently behind him as they entered, and he her.
P-R-P-Chan
P-R-P-Chan's Pathetic Little Place
http://www.crosswinds.net/japan/~prpchan/little/index.html
The Ranma 1/2 Fanfic Library
http://www.crosswinds.net/japan/~prpchan/index.htm