% weee. At long last, it's back:
There's a pig in my yard.
% I have the irristable urge to make some sort of hentai comment in
response to that, but nothing comes to mind.
He's a little black potbellied pig,
P-Chan: Bwee bwee! Bwee bwee bwee!
Translation <I'm not fat! I'm just big boned.>
about the size of a pickle jar,
with a bit of cloth tied about his neck. I only spotted him because I
heard a little snuffling grunt as I was fishing for my keys. Opening
the door, I set my groceries inside and sit on the steps to watch.
% Ah. I remember this. Wasn't this at the end of chapter 3, though?
"Are you lost?"
He nods this time, and so I gather him into my hands. He struggles at
first, but calms as I cradle him against my chest.
% Yep. that's good ole Ryouga.
He's fallen asleep.
% Passed out, more likely.
"Maybe ... maybe you could name it 'Turtle?'"
% Yeah. that works. ^_^
Next morning comes, and I lock Kuroneko in the house as I leave for
school. He seems unhappy, and thumps the door a few times as I leave.
% I'd say 'depart' instead of 'leave' simply because the second word in the
next sentence is 'left.' I minor nit, I know, but they seemed a bit too
close.
I've left
"France." Why not?
% Because the French are weird. ^_^
"Oh, you're lying!" She sounds delighted, as if it were a particularly
endearing trick I had just learned.
% I still love that description of Nabiki's reaction. It's so wonderfully
condecending.
"My dear Kodachi, I've seen you
look at him. You practically wet yourself.
% A bit crude for Nabby.
I move to tear the photo in half, but it puts itself in my bookbag.
% Got to hate it when they do that.
She flashes an irritated look at me. "What's to like?"
What isn't? "Can I have him?"
% Hehehe. Love that reaction too.
"You're not mad, are you?" he says.
% Kodachi: No, just a little insane. Slight case really. Not much to worry
about at all.
"NO!" shouts Ryoga. He shoves Ranma away and plants himself between
us. "I won't let you take advantage of this innocent young girl!"
% Hehe. And Kodachi manages to gain a suitor.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" bellows Ryoga, and the two are at it again.
% Nice Ryouga reaction
Akane grabs my arm, swinging me around to face her. "Listen," she says
with quiet intensity. "He's just a boy, okay? Boys are jerks. It's
stupid to cry because some jerk won't pay attention to you." She seems
to consider something for a moment, then continues. "Anyway, forget
about him. You don't need him. You'll just make yourself crazy."
% Too late. No. wait, She's getting better. Never mind.
He doesn't want to go out with me. How silly I've been. He doesn't
want to go out with me because I've been a boring little mouse. How
dull. Crying, moping, cringing with shame--but no more. I'll have a
little pride, and be exciting and strong. I can win him. I will win
him.
% I do believe this might bode ill.
Home. I pelt
% pelt?
Ranma pulls a face.
% 'makes' sounds better than 'pulls' to me
"Oh, he's trained to do that," I say. "Let me put him up." Kuroneko
struggles as I take him over to the house, and tries to push his way out
before I can close the door. "Stop," I scold. "You're being bad."
Eventually, I get the door closed, and he appears at a window, snout
pressed against the glass.
% Hehehe. I like the way you write Ryouga too.
"You *did* win, right?"
% She's got him.
"Okay!" I lift up on tiptoe and kiss him, which makes him stumble
back. "Meet me out front at seven." I smile and head back to the
house. "Oh, and wear something nice," I call over my shoulder, before
opening the door. He stands there, looking puzzled, as if not quite
sure what has happened to him.
% He's been done outmanuevered, that's what.
I close the door behind me and slump against it, laughing. Kuroneko
looks at me lugubriously. "I've got a date with Ranma!" I sing, picking
him up and whirling him about. "I've got a date with Ranma!" He makes a
sad little noise. "Oh, don't pout," I say, kissing him. "I still love
you." I him down and he drags himself away. What a jealous animal.
% That's one way to describe ole' Ryouga.
% Waaa! It's too short. I still want more.
D.B. Sommer