Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][ranma]Bitter Interlude at Ranko's Woeful Encampment beside the Bottling-Plant of Cursed Water
From: allyn yonge
Date: 1/5/2001, 9:17 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

     

The  characters  of the Ranma 1/2 universe  are  the

creation  and   possession  of  the  brilliant  

Rumiko Takahashi.  They belong  to Rumiko  Takahashi 

and  her licensees  (Shogakukan   Inc.,   Kitty-Fuji  

TV,   Viz Communications  Inc.)  No  copyright

infringement is intended.   



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  Bitter Interlude at Ranko's Woeful Encampment 

    beside the Bottling-Plant of Cursed Water.





      



  At last he'd won. Chortling snidely to himself,

Ryouga wrapped length after length of heavy iron chain

around the slender limbs of his enemy. He ignored her

mewling pitiful cries for mercy, the same way he

ignored how her flaming red hair looked spread across

the jet black volcanic sand of the deserted yet lushly

tropical island he'd lured her to; the same

way he ignored how her pert breasts yearned toward the

sun, high in the sky, that was slowly toasting her

warm flesh a golden brown without causing an unsightly

burn.



  One more thing to hate her for, he thought, as he

tugged her arms and legs farther apart, till her nude

body was stretched painfully tight.



  "Ryouga . . .what are you doing? Let me go."



  "Let you go." Ryouga gave a harsh bark of laughter,

scowling in a way that brought his rugged yet not

unhandsome masculine features into stark relief.

Against his will the helpless cursed, pig-tailed,

usually-Chinese-clad martial-artist found himself

feeling feelings he'd never felt before.



  "Let you go;" Ryouga repeated, clenching one scarred

fist in anguish, his features darkening at some

private and unnameable sorrow that made Ranma want to

soothe his brow and run her hands over his broad

muscular shoulders.



  "Let you go?" Ryouga spat, his disgust and all

consuming hatred burning a hole through the air, like

a

flaming arrow aimed right at Ranma's guts.



  "Let you go!" Ryouga was grimly amused at the

thought. "After all the trouble I went to to lure you

here with a false map that was supposed to show the

location of the Lost-Bottling-Plant-of-Mu? Lost for

thousands of years but to which I happened to find a

map showing it's location?" He threw back his head and

laughed heartily, wiping the manly sweat off his brow

with an eternal  head-band of spotted dragon-spider

silk, worn only by the High-Adepts of the ancient

black-art of Haberdashery-Fu.  He began closing off

the entrance to the cave with the enchanted bricks

that had been left on the island after the Spells-R-Us

dot-com failure.



  "Why are you doing this to me?" Ranma's perky yet

petite bosom heaved in futile defiance, a trickle of

perspiration running down her taut, tanned stomach and

between her silken thighs into the forest of dusky red

curls that protected the sweetly feminine core of her

woman-hood. "Is it because I taunted you all those

years? Do you hate me because I have a home, a fianc^�

and a sense of direction? My rugged masculine

good looks that drive women----"



  "None of those things," Ryouga stopped laying

enchanted bricks, peering through the rapidly closing

hole at his helpless foe.



  "It's because you're cursed to become a piglet,

isn't

it?" Ranma wept bitter tears, knowing this was the

end.



  "Cursed?" Ryouga's sardonic laughter rang out like

the nine-thousand-iron-bells of Charon-Under-the-

Mountain.



   "What you call a curse is the very source of my

strength and power!" He whipped out a magic scroll,

written in ancient Ebonics. Across the front, in 31

point Times-New-Roman, was scribed the title:



  Pig-Fu: The secret source of strength and power of

the Pork-Chop.



  "If it's not that," Ranma sniveled in a cowardly

way,

"then why do you hate me?" A tear rolled down her

perfect cheek, emphasizing her high proud breasts and

rounded womanly hips. 



  "Don't you recognize me----," Ryouga thrust his face

toward the small opening still left in the

impenetrable wall he was building to eternally

imprison his hated enemy."----Brother!"



  "B . . .brother?"



  "YES!" Ryouga ripped off his dark wig, a cascade of

Titian hair falling over his creamy-white shoulders.

"It is I----Ranko-ko, your long-lost  illegitimate

half sister.  Saotome Nodoka seduced and abandoned my

father Gourry. Due to a tragic pasta accident,"

Ranko-ko's face darkened in remembered pain, "I was

left to grow up alone in the wilds of  East-

Jersey----"



  This awful news forced a cry of sympathy from

Ranma, who's belly was filled with a strange heat,

listening to this tragic story.



  "----until I was taken in by a tribe of Shriners and

taught how to forage in the salad-isle of Denny's."

Ranko-ko smoothed the tight crimson-leather chignon,

that fit her like a second skin, with her slender

right hand. "I swore I would avenge myself against you

and your family."



  "And killing me is going to avenge your loss?"



  "NOT just killing you," Ranko-ko tossed her long red

locks over her shoulder, her bright green eyes

flashing with passion. "I'm also going to take your

life from you. I will be Saotome Ranma."



  "It will never work. You're a girl."

  

  "That's why it WILL work," Ranko-ko's low laugh

slid  along the ground like a beautiful but deadly

snake. "Like all Japanese girls, Akane is a homicidal

lesbian who can only orgasm as she cracks a male skull

with a rice-mallet while simultaneously fantasizing

about making love to her sisters and at least two

other girls who hate her. In my guise as an

aquatically trans-gendered boy trapped in a girls body

she will

feel free to express her desires."



    "Akane will know you're not me."        



  "Not so. Even now she is in the thrall of a mystic

enchantment that makes her believe she is married to

an

American High School teacher and living in Scranton

Ohio----



  "Noooooooooo!" Ranma wailed, unable to believe

such cruelty existed in the world. 



  " ----and at exactly twelve-sixteen on Tuesday the

sixteenth she will fling herself off the top of a high

building in Nerima.  I will stand below and catch her,

thus ensuring she will be eternally grateful----"



  "Ummm . . .today's the sixteenth."



  "What? No it's not. It's Monday the----" A strange

looked passed over Ranko-ko's face and she mumbled to

herself, counting on her fingers. "Accursed 

international date-line. Oh well . . .Kasumi's a

better cook. And now----," Ranko-ko pressed the final

brick into place with a look of malignant glee. "Live

forever in darkness!"



  "Uhhhh . . ." Ranma peered at the wide expanse of

brick that sealed the cave forever. " Shouldn't you

have been on the _outside_?"



  "Damn . . ."The mountain shuddered from ki-

explosions that became fainter and fainters as they

moved ever deeper into the bowls of the earth. 



  No sense of direction at all, Ranma sighed, rattling

her chains. I'm a girl, I'm naked and I'm chained to a

rock on a deserted island. My life can't get any

worse.



  "Hi darlin'. My name's Ataru."



  



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"When I get a little money, I buy books;

 And, if any is left, I buy food and clothes."-Erasmus



"A man is a small thing, and the night is large 

and full of wonders." -Lord Dunsany



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