[FFML] [spamfic][humor][ranma][sm]Plaything of the Gods

Plaything of the Gods

a short spamfic
by Michelle Thatcher


     Ranma Saotome dusted off his hands and smiled
confidently.  It had been a long, hard battle, but he had
succeeded per normal.  He looked around at the massive
property damage and the numerous rubberneckers being
directed away by those strange young women in the short
sailor skirts.  They had showed up unexpectedly and
started making speeches and throwing around weird energy
attacks shortly after the Akane's-Cooking Monster had
escaped from the home-ec classroom and started its
rampage.

     He turned to the leader of the group.  "Thanks for
your help," he said casually.  "That thing would have
been a lot harder to get rid of by myself."

     The girl, a cute blonde with an outrageous hairstyle
posed dramatically.  The others, sensing a dramatic
moment gathered behind her doing a team frieze.  "Just
doing our duty!" she said, in the same tone she'd used to
tell the monster that it would be punished.  "We are the
Sailor Scouts.  I'm Sailor Moon and this is Sailor Mars,
Sailor Mercury, Sailor Saturn, and Sailor Pluto."

     "Ranma Saotome," Ranma said dashingly.

     "Ranma Saotome?" Pluto asked, speaking for the first
time..  Her calm, mysterious front weakening slightly.

     "'Sright." he reaffirmed with a charming smile
basking in the admiring looks of the younger girls.

     Sailor Pluto's face twitched.

     "THE Ranma Saotome?" another twitch.

     "Yeah," said Ranma, beginning to worry about the
mental health of the oldest scout.  The others, startled
by this uncharectoristic behavior also turned to look at
their companion.

     Sailor Pluto snickered.

     She quickly composed herself when she saw the
worried looks of her friends, then she looked up at
Ranma's confused face.  

     She snickered again, this time putting a hand to her
mouth in a vain attempt to cover her smile.  

     Her facade of cool was trying to reassert itself,
but in the end she couldn't keep it in place.  She began
to laugh in earnest.

     "HAA HAA HAA!!!  RANMA (gasp gasp) SAOTOME!!! *THE*
RANMA SAOTOME!!!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"

     Before long the amused Pluto was no longer coherent. 
As she rolled on the ground, she kept saying the name
Ranma Saotome over and over, and muttering something
incomprehendible about the Plaything of the Gods.  Ranma,
his face betraying his wounded pride skulked away
moodily.   Maybe Kasumi had something nice for him to
eat.  

     Pluto's laughing subsided minutes later, and she
looked up at the stares of the other scouts.  "Sorry,"
she said, wiping her eyes.  "It's just that... it's just
that, Ranma Sao...to...  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

     "Well," said Mars.  Her brow knitted, as she tried
to think of something to say.  Giving up, she threw a
kiss to the sky.  "G'night everybody!"