Here's part 3 for Forgiveness and Forgetfulness
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FORGIVENESS, AND FORGETFULNESS
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By LizMUN
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Chap. 3
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Tailored to Fit
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Ryouga blinked. Several times to be more precise. Could it actually be?
Did... Did someone actually ask him to.. a.. d-d-d-d....
"A Date? Whoa, way to go Ryouga! Didn't know you had it in you!" Ranma
smiled ear to ear, and slaps Ryouga on the back. Least, he thought, he'll
leave Akane alone now. Not that he cared anything like that.
The slap, and the shock of the announcement caused Ryouga to try to choke
down that lump that was forming in his throat. Nabiki, knowing that none of
this concerned her, helped herself to read what the tickets say. The
tickets were written in an old style of calligraphy, which was rarely used
today, no thanks to the modern technology. The paper was smooth as ribbons.
Decorating the edges were yellowish organic curves, going nowhere in
particular, having no end, and no begining. Wait, Not yellow. Nabiki takes
out a miniature eye-glass and examines it more skepticly.
"Real gold foil.. this girl spared no expense."
"A... a.. d-d-date?" Ryouga still could not believe it. He didn't know
whether to be excited or, exacerbated. I mean, the offer wasn't comming
from Akane. Akane! Ryouga whips his head, and looks over to her, hoping to
find a look of jealousy, or sadness, but no such luck. She was giving him
one of her smiles that said no matter the situation, everything will be
alright.
"Oh Ryouga! I'm so happy for you."
"So, Ryouga-kun, who you going to take?"
Everyone stopped and looked at Nabiki, who was still admiring the high
quality of the tickets.
"Well, it says here, and I quote, 'Those formally invited are alowed to
bring as at least three aquantances he or she are most familiar with.'
Unquote. Hmph." Nabiki shrugs, then hands them carefully back to Ryouga,
after all, such a thing was to be handled with care. She knew more than
anyone the value of the yen, and to desicrate such a thing, will be.. well..
you'd better have had a darn good reason to do so.
~So, that means.. it's not a real date. Just an invitation.. Wait.. that
means..!~ Ryouga turns to Akane, who was still giving her one of those
smiles he spends all night dreaming about. This made him gulp harder.
"A..." He squeeked, then cleared his throat. "A-A-Ak-Akane? Um.. well..
ah.. " Ryouga laughed nervously, twiddling his thumbs. "I.. wa.. I..
uh..*OOF*"
Ranma sighed, lowering his foot, which was momentarily impaled into the
"Lost Boy's" face. Akane blinked at the action, and looks at Ranma's face,
which was full of seething. Was the Bakka actually.. jealous?
"You're an idiot, Ryouga, thinking of taking Akane, of all people! I mean,
she has no grace whatsoever. These are obviously high-classed people..
Akane would stand out like a sore thu.." *SMACK... WACK... THUD*
Akane puts down her out-stretched fist, just as Ryouga finished kicking him
into the back yard, via front yard.
"I will not have you speak that way to Akane!" Ryouga threatened.
"RANMA NO BAKKA! You know what? I don't care anmore. If Ryouga wants to
take me to the ball, Then I'll go. What do you say Ryouga..... Ryouga?"
Ryouga's eyes was as wide as a Super-deformed anime drawing. Akane was
actually accepting! His emotions couldn't take it anymore so they went..
*POOMPH*, followed by a heavy.. *THUD* as Ryouga temporary faints upon the
bamboo floor, next to a still unconsious Ranma. Quickly scambering up, he
clenches his fist, and looks up in sheer happiness.
Ranma, in the meanwhile, groggly gets up. *Stupid, Tomboy! He could even
care LESS than Akane! But He'll be damned if he Let Ryouga take Akane. Not
like it mattered to him.*
Ranma stands up and glares at Ryouga. He's about to launch a punch to that
pig-headed pervert when the walls crashed upon him.
"Nihaou Ranma! Shampoo bring big dinner for Husband!"
"No way! Ranma-honey's not eating anything from you, you amazon bimbo!
It's probably drugged!"
"Ranma! How dare you lure Shampoo away?"
Akane blinks and turns toward the door. Ukyou was standing there, with a
take-out box, probably with some okonomiyaki in it. Behind her, stood
Mousse, reaching into his sleeves as to prepare for an attack. All they
needed now was Koda...* She shuts her mind at that thought. Knowing how
things work round here, even thinking about thinking about saying her name
could bring her a-calling. She shakes her head.
"You don't need me, do you Ranma. After all, You've got three other
Fiances to fall back into." Akane smiles angrily, and punches Ranma square
in the face. Then she turns to Ryouga. "Come on Ryouga, you need to get
Ready, don't you?"
Akane grabs Ryouga by the sleeve of his shirt, and is about to go find a
tux, maybe in her father's closet or something, when she felt an
overweilding tingle engulf her. Curious, she looks to the source where most
of the 'tingling' is taking place, and gapes at the sight of a transparent
left hand.
"EEEEK!!
Ranma, looks up from ground, after being knocked from a stray bombori.
Ukyou and Shampoo hear the scream and turn in shock to see that Akane... and
Ryouga were dissapearing into thin air?
"AKANE!" With unimaginable speed, Ranma get's up and goes over to Akane,
not sure what to do when he gets to her.. but he had to do something.
Shampoo, glomps onto Ranma's arm. She didn't want Ranma to leave her side.
Ukyou, furious that Shampoo is plum ignoring her, tugs onto Shampoo's hair,
intenting on bringing that Amazon's focus back into the fight. Mousse,
thinking Ukyou was Shampoo, glomps onto the girl. Two second's and a flash
of bright light later, they were all gone.
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Ranma could sense someone hovering over him. He couldn't tell if the
person.. or thing.. was mallicious, or not. He was getting strange readings
from this one. He stirs, and a strange voice follows.
"Dude! He's like.. waking up."
"Then, I suggest you give him room. I don't suppose he'll fancy seeing
your face, inches from him when he wakes up.
*Scoff* "Whatever, Man. Like, you're no Flubio yourself, you know!"
Man.. why'd these two have to speak so loud? His head was throbing. Why?
Last he remembered, he was running toward Akane.... AKANE? Ranma sits up
rapidly, his headache quickly catching up to him, scolding at him, saying
that wasn't such a good idea. This caused him to groan and hold his head
tightly, less it might explode from the hammering.
"Whoa! Chill man! Heh.. Bummer of a headache, huh? That's cool. Bumpy trip?
Whatever. Your friends are already awake and ready. Grumpy dude one of
them was though! Bummer of a wedgie must have gotten from the trip." The guy
just laughs, picturing the mental image, but stops abruptly. "Hey Man! You
Okay?"
Ranma had jump off the bed he was placed upon, and looks about hystericly.
This wasn't the Tendo's house! Man, he did not like this one bit! Well,
being hysterical about the situation wasn't going to bring him any answers,
so he took in a deep breath. Sensing calmness overcome him once more, he
looks again, focusing on his surroundings. He finally takes a good look at
his... room-mates?
One of them was a brown-haired fellow, with his straight, medium-length
hair parted in the middle, and resting on his shoulders. Ramna supposed
that he was the one that had been bothering him, even before he had awaken.
He was young and incredilbly hyper. (Especially by the way he'd be bouncing
on his toes). He had light green eyes, the color of the deep algea covered
sea, and was wearing some baggy jeans, which looked torn off purposly below
the knee. He also was wearing a thin, white tank-top, and around his waist,
was a cottonish plaid jacket, drapped with a greyish hood. He looked like
one of those Californian stereotypes he's seen in many American-dubbed
movies.
Suddenly Ranma senses someone else approaching from behind, he turns and
drops down into a defending position, but blinks at his approacher. The guy
in question was similar, in the same manner the Kimono twins were similar to
each other, meaning he was the negative of his companion. His unruly blond
hair seemed to move by an invisable wind. His blue, shallow eyes, seemed
dark, and uninviting. He was wearing some khaki pants, and a white, button
up shirt with a tiny, stupid little figure riding a horse embroided on a
left side of the shirt.
The blond man, rolls his eyes at Ranma, thinking on experimenting a theory
on why people wake up so damn cranky!
Ranma looks around the room, hoping to find someone else, someone he knew.
Heck, even Kuno would be a sight for sore eyes! But he was vastly
disapointed. He glares down at "Surfer" kid, and rapidly grabs him by the
straps of his tank-top, pulling him violently close to him.
"Where's Akane? What have you done with her.. If you Hurt her.. I swear.."
"WHOA! Hoo, whoa! Wait, Dude! We ain't got no Akane." His eyes turn from
sheer shock, to just confusion. "Uh... who's Akane?"
"He is refering to the young lady that was accompanying Mr. Hibiki."
"Oh.. You mean the Babe! She's the one with the Purple hair.. right?"
"Shampoo's here too? What are They doing here? Back up.. What am I doing
here? Where Am I?"
"Don't worry man. They're cool. She, and the other two gal's are getting
ready for the ball. That's all, man."
"Other Two? Ball?" Okay.. that's it! Akane must have hit my head a bit
harder than usual... that's it. I must be in some sort of hellish
nightmare.
"Um.. hello.. down?"
Ranma breaks from his self-pitty and blinks at the boy, realizing he's
still got him by the shirt. Ranma grumbles, then lets the boy down, who
then just brushes himself off from some sort of invisable dust. The boy,
then turns to Ranma, and grins at him.
"Speaking of which, Time we get you ready too! Doubt o'l Preppy over
there'll let you go to the ball in that. Right Preppy."
"Peter! Not Preppy. Now quit with the chit-chat, Joeseph, and get to
work!"
The other boy just smiles, rolling his eyes. Then looks back at Ranma,
who's had an eyebrow raised toward the two. The boy clenches his nose,
looking like Ryouga, after being exposed by a female's exposure without the
blood, mind you. With a nasalated voice, he mocks a dignified look.
"We musn't let ourselves get taken in by such commonality." He begins
laughing, and looks over at Peter who was turning his nose away from such
ridiculous behavior. This caused him to laugh harder. Realizing he's in a
hurry, he wipes the laughing-tears away, and shakes it out, putting on a
serious look, which looked comical due to his facial attributes. He begins
to pace around Ranma, looking at him with a scrutizing glare.
Ranma, eyes the boy, turning around and eyes widening as he see's Joeseph
analyzing his posterior.
"WOULD YOU QUIT THAT?"
"Quiet man! Genius at work here! Just wondering what size you were. I
mean, Like, We gotta get a tux that fits right, kay? Yo, Pep! Pants: Size
28 waist, 30 inseam.. no.. 32.. no wait.. I was wrong.. 31 inseam."
"Make up your mind!"
"Okay Okay.. 31 inseam, 29 waist. That's for the pants."
"The shirt, Joeseph?"
"Oh yeah.. eh.. Medium, chest 32, waist same as pants, sleeves, little
longer than average?"
Peter just groans, and walks into the closet, moments later, he returns,
holding two hangers, one held a white, crisp, freshly ironed button-up
shirt, similar to the one Peter had, minus the silly figure. The other held
some black, silk-like, pleated pants.
"Man.. Pleated? Don't those make you look.. you know.." Joeseph looks at
Ranma, and blinks at the pale, shocked face he was giving him. Joeseph just
blinks, and laughs hystericly, noting what Ranma may have been thinking.
"Man! Was going to say fatter..But.. Dude! I don't want to know what goes
into that mind of yours!"
Ranma feels his face turn red at this. Unconsiously he looks around,
expecting Akane to wack him for being such a pervert. His thoughts are
inturrupted as Peter hands him the clothing.
"Don't I need to clean up first?"
"Already took care of that. You were properly bathed durring your time of
rest. We took the liberty of doing so, rather than wasting time, and wating
for the effects of the demolecularization to wear off."
Ranma eyes go wide. Clearly he was upset, then shock ran through him..
What if they knew.
"Don't worry dude, sama-chan wouldn't think of having any of her guests
bathe in nothing less than the.. what was it again, Pep?"
Peter just sighs in resignation, then spoke up, like he was reading some
well-rehersed monolouge.
"The guests, including yourself, ::pointing at Ranma:: were bathed in the
heated, perfumed concotioned springs of the Vasiasuez Mountains, of this
here Kingdom. Do not worry, Sir, It's all part of the service."
Ranma seemed to let out the breath he didn't know he was witholding. If he
was bathed in heated springs, then they shouldn't know about his curse. But
still, he didn't like being bathed by compleate strangers. Ranma then looks
down at the clothes questionably, shrugs, and slips out of his own gym-like
pants, and slips into the cold, silk tux pants. Ranma smiles, admiring the
way it seemed to be tailored to his own specifications.
"Perfect fit! What'd I tell ya! I gotta nack for these things! Now the
hair."
Ranma instantly backs away, glarring at the two of them.
"OH No you don't! No one touches the hair!"
Joeseph holds his hands up, as in retreat, smiling nonetheless.
"Dude! That's Cool! I give! I don't like no one touching the "mop" either!"
He points to his limp, lifeless hair, grinning.
"Okay, Man! You are Finit-oo! Please pay the cashier on your way out!"
"WHAT?"
"Joking man! Geeze! Boy, you Huma-mmph" Joeseph glared at Peter, who was
casually covering the lad's mouth, like he's done it before, many times mind
you.
"Forgive me, just got tired of hearing him blather up more nonsence." Peter
grins mischeviously. Ranma does the same, and nods.
"You will find your friends in the room outside that door there." He
points, with his free hand, to the door on the opposite of the room.
"Hopefully, I need not guide you to it, like one of your other friends?"
Ranma smirked at that, and shakes his head. That Ryouga! He can get lost
in a paper bag! Ranma gives the boys a mock-two fingered salute, thanking
them for the clothes, and walks out the door. Once alone, Peter let's his
hand loose from Joeseph's mouth.
"Geeze! How rude, man! What I say?"
"It was what you were going to say."
"Man.. you act like a Human sometimes! Obnoxious, and stuff."
"Come'on.. we must tell Tatsuhito-sensei, that they are ready."
"Yeah, Yeah.. I'm goin!"
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Akane didn't know what hit her. Did something hit her? Well, she's got the
headache to prove something hit her. Whoever hit her.. is going to pay, big
time!
"Uhhggh! Ranma..... no... bakaaaargh!" Damn that hurt! She clutches her
head. ~Note to self, avoid speaking until headache goes away!~
"Oh, Akane! You're awake!"
"Ah..Not so loud, Ukyou!"
Ukyou? Akane's eyes snap open. Bad move. She squeezes her eyes shut, tight
enough to see stars within the darkness. Slowly she opens her eyes,
allowing them to adjust to the brightness slowly.
Akane blinks at what is placed before her. She is in a humongously,
extravagantly-decorated bedroom. The room was set in a style, almost like
the castles durring that French Revolution she was forced to read about
durring "World History." The walls were decorated in a scarlet-velvet
wallpaper, adorned with portraits of royalty of old. Who they actually were,
she didn't know, nor do I think she actually cared at the moment. Akane
looks down, and realizes she was placed upon a water-bead of sorts, except
there were no nausous movements made by the slightest of shifting. The bed
itself was adorned in velvet sheets, and perfumed slightly to ease a
sleeper.
But although Akane was impressed by the beauty of the room, she also felt
like tearing the place apart! She had been kidnapped. AGAIN! What is it
now? Some sort of Duke of What-nay who has come from a land of beyond,
searching for the perfect bride? How typical! Haven't they ever heard of
"Personal Ad's"? Now.. not only has she been kidnapped, but Ukyou and...
"Shampoo stuck with Spatula and Violent girl? Where Ai-ren?"
Great.. Shampoo's here as well? Akane sighs. ~Yes, where is Ranma?~ Akane
was about to begin trashing a way out of here, when suddenly, two teenagers
emerged out of thin air.
Both had dark, shoulder-length, brown hair, dark, brown eyes, and a dark
complexion. Each of them were wearing a different style of a similar school
uniform. The first one had her hair in a simple ponytail. She was wearing
a white, button-up shirt, which was underneath a greenish-plaid,
overall-dress that reached a little above the knees. Around her waist was a
simple brown belt, that only complimented her figure, if do anything else.
She had some short, cream-colored socks, and wore a pair of brown, leather
school shoes. The latter wore her hair in a tight bun at the nape of her
neck. Long strands of hair framed her thin face. She was wearing a white
t-shirt, which was being covered by a dark-green jersey. She wore a short,
loose skirt, adorning the same greenish-plaid pattern. The skirt reached
dangerously mid-thigh, and seemed to flutter with the slightest hit of
breeze. Her socks were of an ivory color, and reached above her knees. Her
shoes were shiny, black mary-janes. They looked at each other, then to their
visitors. The one with the overals spoke first.
"�Mira! Se levantaron!" �"Look! They're up!�
"�Se levantaron, sin despertarse?" �"They got up, without waking?"�
"�Ay! Bruta! Te voy pegar! Calmate! Bien?" �"Ay! Stupid! I'm going to hit
you! Calm down. Okay?"�
"Um.. excuse me?" Akane waved a hand, drawing their "visitor's" attention.
The two school-girls turned, and blushed, knowing that they seemed to have
forgoten their manners. They bow respectfully to Akane, Ukyou and Shampoo.
"Forgive us. It's not everyday we get any visitors."
The pony-tailed girl looks up and smiles at them. Akane just blinks.
Moments ago, she had been speaking some sort of foriegn language, now, she
was speaking to them in perfect Japanese. No trace of accent whatsoever.
The girl with the bun makes no attempt to communicate with the visitors.
She harshly turns her head away, seemingly occupied with an object in the
wall.
"The name's Gabby, and this here is Cassandra. She doesn't speak any
Japanese, but it doesn't matter. Now that you are dressed and ready, we'll
just take you to.." The girl was cut off by a a seemingly large spatula,
which was threatening to cut her neck. Gabby looks up from the tip of the
blade, to the blade's owner. Gulps to see that her eyes were full of menace
and seemingly able to slice down anyone with just a glare.
"Only place you're taking us, hun, is back home!"
"And miss the Ball? Do you even know how lucky you are to even attend? I'm
blessed beyond belief just by the fact that I know I'm helping those who are
actually going!" Gabby pushes the spatuala away with her finger, and smiles
at the blinking Okonomiyaki chef. "And it's a good thing to, those outfits
you had were horrendous! UGH! They should be burned right away!"
"What are you... Ack!" Ukyou looks down, and realizes that she is now
wearing a long, purple, spaghetti-straped silk dress. The dress seemed to
reach the ground, yet wasn't long enough to cause the wearer to trip on the
material. From the foot of the dress, to below the knees, her dress was
randomly adorned with white rinestones, shimering with every angle of light.
The dress's material was thin and smooth, and seemed to hug Ukyou's
unbandaged form, complimenting every curve. Her hair was now braided
elegantly, and secured with a prop crown. Ukyou puts down her spatula, and
looks over to Akane and Shampoo.
Shampoo now no longer was wearing her usual skimpy Chinese dress, but was
wearing something similar. The only noticable differences she could see at
first glance, was that it was made in green satin, with continous embroidery
flowing throughout the material. The collar of the dress was rimmed with the
same white rhinestones Ukyou had on her own dress. Her dress was the same
lenght as her own, except that hers adorned a slit that reached mid-thigh.
Her hair was let loose, and adorned some strange blossoms throughout her
hair. ~The Hussy actually looks elegant!~ Ukyou shook off that thought, and
looked over to Akane.
Akane was wearing shoulderless, ivory-white satin ball gown. Pearls and
more of those damn white rhinestones were embroided into the heart-shaped
bodice of the dress. Akane's arms were wrapped in in gloves that reached a
few inches below her shoulder. They too were of the same material as the
dress. Her hair, being a bit too short for anything, was adorned with a
flowery garland, made of white roses.
"I see you approve! I'm so glad!"
"Where Ranma?"
"Porque quieres saber donde estan las ramas?" �"Why does she want to know
where are the weeds?� ((In Spanish, "ramas" mean "weeds" just a little
intercultural pun.. I'll shut up now. ::hangs head in shame::))
Gabby just groans and ignores her companion, turns and looks back at
Shampoo.
"Yes.. follow me."
((To be Continued...))
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Ja ne! (Stop this Crazy thing!)
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