Subject: [FFML] Re: [Fanfic][Ranma] Centaur chapter 2.5: The Pineapples of Defeat
From: "KaraOhki" <karaohki@snet.net>
Date: 2/15/2000, 7:07 AM
To: "Vincent Seifert" <seifertv@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu>
CC: "ffml" <ffml@fanfic.com>

Vince:

So many people have already commented on this that  they haven't left
much for me (that's what I get for giving PikaOhki the computer last
night).
     "Kodachi said she wanted me to come over to talk her into
taking the match," Ranma said.  "I was gonna check with you, but
then she said I was... domesticated."

     Akane almost snickered at the sudden image of Ranma wearing
a saddle and bridle, but managed to turn it into a snort.

I liked the mental image Akane gets here, but somehow I don't see her
nearly snickering.  After all, she thinks she "tamed" Ranma.  Perhaps
a feeling of guilt

     "Hmm," Kasumi observed.  "He does what you tell him to."

     "I told him to tell me the truth," Akane said, catching on.
She paled.  "If he was doing what Kodachi told him to... oh, no!
Ranma, did Kodachi tell you to, um, make love to her?"  She held
her breath.

     "Yeah," Ranma said in surprise.  "How'd you know?"

     "Eeeee!"  Akane stopped shaking Ranma, looking like she was
about to faint.

     "Akane, I don't think you should ask questions you don't
want to know the answers to," Kasumi said reprovingly.

     "I don't LIKE the answers, but I sure want to know them,"
Akane growled.  She paused, gathering her courage.  "Did... DID
you make love to Kodachi?"

     "Nope."

     Akane and Kasumi exchanged glances that were both relieved
and perplexed.  "Why not?" Akane asked.

     "'Cause I love you.  Jeez, what a dumb question."

     Akane's expression softened.  "Ranma...."

I had to read this part a couple of time before I got it straight, but
I found it hilarious.  Ranma got through this alive.


     Hiroshi glanced at Daisuke, and they both took a step back
and bowed to Ranma.  "Sensei, accept us as your students!" they
chorused.

     "Eeeeeep!"  Ranma cringed away, horrified.  "No way!"

     "Why not?" Daisuke demanded.

     "Chicken?" Hiroshi taunted.

     "What?!"  Ranma brought up short as an idea occurred to him.
"Bull.  Why would I teach two guys with no aptitude?"

     Daisuke and Hiroshi boggled.  "No aptitude?"

     "Sure," Ranma said.  "Look, no sensei's gonna take a student
who doesn't at least have some promise.  You guys are almost
seniors and you're getting magazines all sweaty instead of
getting some, heh, hands-on experience.  Pathetic."

     "Hai, Sensei," they said in attentive unison.

     Ranma covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head.
"Pathetic, I tell you.  Here, gimme that, it's not gonna do you
any good."  He grabbed the magazine from Hiroshi's unresisting
hand and walked off, thumbing through it.  *Hmmm, 'Rate Yourself
As a Lover'... let's see here.*

1.  VERY nice...telling them they have no promise, and need hands-on
experience.  Of course, it'll just backfire in Ranma's face.
2.  Is he having fun with that survey???

     Hiroshi and Daisuke glanced at each other and smiled in
sudden simultaneous inspiration.  "Yeah!" Hiroshi said
cheerfully.  "A kiss to the victor, that's us!"

BIG BIG Smile.  Nope, A Kiss to the Victor...that's me and Fido.
^_^



     Ranma's and Akane's jaws dropped long enough for Daisuke to
attempt to deliver the prize, but Eriko was still replete with
adrenalin.  "EEEEK!"  Pow!  "Lecher!"

     Daisuke landed somewhere in the third row.  Hiroshi looked
reproachfully at Eriko.  "He was just being nice.  How come girls
get away with that and-- YIPE!"  Hiroshi jumped in the air and
spun around.

     "Hi, handsome."  Michi smiled and waved with the fingers
she'd just used to goose him.  "Try it again when I win, hmm?"


*Hysterical laughter*



     Hiroshi goggled.  "Uh.  Er.  Excuse me, I, uh, gotta, uh,
take my buddy to see the nurse!" he said rapidly while walking
backward.

     Michi, pouting, watched him go.  "They all do that," she
complained.  "What's the nurse got that I haven't got?"

     "At this school, about thirty years," Ranma said, smirking.

Ranma with a witty comeback?  Ok, where's the real one?

Akane smiled a little despite the
weariness, then concentrated on restoring her lost energy the way
Ranma had taught her.  She tried not to think about the way
Hinako's breast, so much better than hers, would fill Ranma's
hand in a moment.

That girl needs a strong dose of reassurance, or SOMETHING, to show
her that Ranma couldn't care less about how long her legs are, or how
big her breasts are...

     "All right, who are you and what have you done with Ranma?"
Akane asked suspiciously, but she was obviously having trouble
keeping a straight face.

     "I'm the spirit of the Nyanniichuan, and I've taken Ranma
hostage," Ranma deadpanned.

Ack, he did it again!


And YOU did it again.

I'd beg for more but I don't want to rush you...aww to hell with it.
More??? Please????

June

www.karaohki.com




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