A couple of warnings:
This is not a dark-fic. It only seems that way, briefly.
There are also bits of lime-y goodness throughout, but nothing explicit.
Disclaimers are near the end, as not to spoil the set-up.
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The Return
It was late on a Sunday evening, when the front door of a home swung
open to reveal a backlit female figure. Looking with slight disapproval
at the trashed living room, she headed towards two very exhausted
fighters, who were still trying in the process of beating each other up.
�Humph! It seems I got here just in time. Boys! Stop your fighting!
Look at the mess you two have made! Darling, it is obvious this place has
really needed a woman's touch for a while! I suppose I'll have to clean
this up later. For now, I want both of you to get over here and let me
take a good look at you!�
Still a little confused from a combination of exhaustion and mutually
inflicted concussions, the two bruised men slowly untangled themselves to
comply with the redhead's commands.
Taking a quick look at their young visitor, the older of the two
whispered �So, Ranma, who is this? She looks really familiar, but I can't
quite place her. Is she some new girlfriend of yours I should recall?
She's cute, but I didn't think bossy women like her were your type.�
�Look old man, I've got no clue who that girl is, but she's really
starting to get on my nerves. I just hope this is not another one of your
stupid schemes again. I'm getting sick of being set up with blind dates
every time you meet someone with a single daughter. You are the one who
hasn't seen a woman, much less his own wife, in about ten years, not me.
So please, just leave me out of your own frustrations with women.�
Replied a grumbling Ranma.
With a shake of her head and a few disapproving tsks, the aforementioned
girl replied, �You know Dear, whispering like that in front of someone
else is quite rude. I know you are excited to see me again, and you are
probably just trying to arrange a little time alone with me, but I have
barely finished a very long trip and I'm really worn out. I've really
missed having you around, too, especially at night, but I'm really tired.
Maybe we can do something later? Just not right now, please? I would
probably be quite disappointing to a manly guy like you right now.
Now come on, and get over here. I'd like to get to see you both before
I collapse from exhaustion.
And could you turn on some lights? It's getting late and I'd like to be
able to see you both clearly.�
With a disapproving look towards his son, Genma complied with the
request.
"She's lying! I've never seen her before in my life, much less slept
with her!" Replied a very flustered Ranma.
"Honey, what are you talking about? You used to sleep next to me all the
time, back when you were a little baby. My face would be the first thing
you saw when you woke up.
Besides, I was speaking to your father, my husband.
Genma, dear, you think you could give me a back rub when I get in to take
a bath? I'm a little sore from traveling, and you're soo good with your
hands.
Ranma-honey, you really should get your father to teach you some of his
other techniques, as some of them are really quite good. His back-rubs,
in particular, will melt any girl to butter.
A handsome, manly young man like yourself should have plenty of willing
girls just waiting for a chance with you to use those techniques on them.
Trust me, they'll love it."
"..." After a few minutes of stunned silence, a distinctly uncomfortable
Ranma finally reacted with a cracking of knuckles and a loud "Yo, Pops!
We need to talk. Ya better have a very good explanation for this!"
"..."
"Son, I'm glad you are so eager to learn, but cracking your knuckles
doesn't really help. Besides, he doesn't have to show you right now, does
he? I'm going to take a bath, and I wanted him to scrub my back like he
always used to." Unfortunately for Ranma's resolve, the combined strength
of an ultra-cute smile and big, batting eyes, followed by a "Pleaaase,
dear?" reduced his will to jelly for long enough to agree to the strange
girl's demands. With a brief question to verify if the bath supplies and
towels were still at the usual spot in the bathroom, the girl left to take
her bath.
While both Ranma and Genma had found themselves agreeing with the strange
girl before they could quite realize what was happening, Ranma still had
enough presence of mind to halt his father's escape by grabbing the collar
of his gi before he could get away . Why was he wearing that old thing
anyway? He usually wears more normal clothing. Oh well, not important.
"All right, old man...
...WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH THAT GIRL?
WHO IS SHE? HOW DOES SHE KNOW THE HOUSE SO WELL, AND WHY DOES SHE CLAIM
TO BE YOUR WIFE?
She can't be much older than me if we knew each other when I was a baby.
So.. She has to be about my age.
I know i can't get married yet, so unless she's at least a few years
older than me, and just got married to you... It's gotta be invalid or
illegal or something.
But... She really only looks about my age, or maybe a little younger, and
it sounded like she knew both you and the house a little too well, so you
two have known each other for a while, which means...
...
...EWWW, THAT IS JUST TOO SICK AND DISGUSTING! I KNEW YOU WEREN'T
PERFECT, OLD MAN, BUT THIS IS JUST EVIL! You must have met that poor
impressionable girl in a Junior High or something and brought her here
several times before! I don't wanna know what you did to her to make her
think she's married to you now, but you better send her home, quick!
I really hope you have a really good explanation for all of this, and
that this is not what you meant by that 'loyal husband' crap you have been
trying to pull on me all this time, because otherwise, I am calling the
cops and leaving this place. You might be my father, but family loyalty
only goes so far, old man."
"Son, your lack of trust in me hurts! You can't possibly believe what
That Girl was saying? I have never, ever, on my life cheated on your
mother! Come on, when have I ever lied to you?" replied a very upset
Genma.
"Gee, let's see... Do you want a summary of every occasion, or just a
few highlights, including the most recent events?"
"OK, fine. Carry a grudge about a few mistakes I've made. When have I
lied about anything really important?"
Unfortunately for Genma's personal enlightenment into his son's ideas of
importance, this was the time that a female voice from the bathroom chose
to interrupted their little discussion.
"Genma! Ranma! Are you two gonna argue all night? I got tired of
waiting, so I finished my bath already. I don't know what you two are so
upset about, but I could hear the noise all the way in the bathroom!
I want you both to stop it this instant, and go to bed. It's late, I'm
tired, and tomorrow is a school day, so I'll have to get up early to make
some bentos, and I have no wish to see you two fighting like that. So
whatever it was, put it behind you for now, and take it out to the dojo
tomorrow, if you have to."
With a rushed glomp, and a very loud "YOU'RE HOME! I'VE MISSED YOU SO
MUCH, DEAR!" and a few un-manly tears of joy, Genma Saotome was reunited
with his beloved wife, Nodoka. "Where were you? I was expecting you
earlier today."
With an "excuse me ma'am, but who are you? And, what happened to the
girl who went into the bathroom earlier?" A slightly confused ranma was
re-introduced to the mother he had not seen in nearly ten years.
"Huh? are you OK, son? I introduced myself when I came in, and saw you
guys in the living room.
Nobody else came in the bathroom since I went in to take a bath, son.
what did this girl look like, Ranma?"
"Well, she was about my age, with bright red hair, about as long as
yours, I think. She is a bit shorter than me, and was wearing this
slightly oversized kimono. actually, that kimono looked like it would
probably fit you, ...mom."
"I think her eyes were the same color as yours, dear, and now that I
think about it, she reminded me of a lot of you when you were a teenager."
With a big yawn and sleepy eyes, Nodoka replied. "Well, I think I would
remember seeing someone so much like me around, but I haven't seen anyone
but you two since I got here.
Genma dear, I am falling asleep here, so I'm going to bed. Care to join
me?"
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Well, if you've made it this far, it is probably time for an Official
Disclaimer break.
1. As you should no doubt know by now, the characters and situations used
are not mine. They belong to someone else. It is not my intent to make a
profit out of this at all.
(If you feel strangely compelled to give me money anyway, e-mail me
privately, and I'll arrange to make something ORIGINAL for you to pay me
for. Just don't do it for anything like this, or we're liable to end in
legal trouble for it.)
2. Given the emphasis on Nodoka, some amount of suggestive material may be
present throughout this fic. Be prepared to wander into Lime territory.
If this type of material offends you, I apologize, and fully expect you to
delete it from your inbox upon receipt.
3. If you object to Genma-Bashing, stop reading immediately! the
character of Genma Saotome will be severely questioned about his personal
integrity and morals through out the story. And sometimes, he will not be
guilty af the crimes brought against him, even if the evidence seems to
imply otherwise at the time.
About Nodoka's response towards the end: She is tired, half asleep, and
has not quite realized they are talking about her yet. She will explain
all the next morning, during breakfast, and before school starts.
As usual C&C is Good, Flames are Bad, and Chocolate is yummy!
Now, for the curious, here's what led on to the events that transpired at
the beginning of the story:
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A few Hours earlier that same evening, what had become a common argument
was taking place in that same living room, as a young man and his balding,
corpulent father were discussing certain family matters.
"Look pop, I don't care what you say. There's just no way mom's ever
coming back! She's gone, she left us, and you'll just have to accept
that! I can hardly remember what she looks like anymore!
I know you still claim that she's on some kinda 'training' trip, and that
those letters and post cards we get every once in a while really are from
her, but come on! That trick mighta worked on me when I was a little kid,
but for you to somehow carry it on for ten years is just too much!
Admit it: You're full of it! Don'tcha think a normal person woulda been
back by now? Nobody goes on training trips that are that long!
You should have just accepted that she's gone and moved on with your
life, dad. I know I have."
"Ungrateful brat! Your mother has suffered through many hardships to
improve herself! It takes time and commitment to become proficient at
anything, particularly martial arts skills. The least you could do is
show some patience. So it has taken your mother a while to improve her
skills!�
I hope. She was a bit too dangerous with that katana of hers before
this.
Oh gods and ancestors, please let her have learned some control with it!
Or at the very least, a better gripping technique, please.
No matter how hard I tried to convince her to learn something else, she
insisted on kempo and sword forms.
Heh. That is one thing Ranma and Nodoka both have in common, they are
stubborn as mules.
�Besides, according to this postcard I just got, you are completely
wrong. The woman I married, your mother, is coming home! She will be
here soon, and I will not have you give her any of your lip! So there!
Nyaa!" With a red-eye gesture and an enormously self-righteous grin, The
portly patriarch of the Saotome family started waving a travel-worn
postcard just slightly away from his
son's reach.
"I don't believe you, old man! That's just another one out of your sick
perverted collection of postcards! What kind of a woman would send her
family nudie girl postcards? What's even worse, is your pretending to
keep them for the FAKE, CRAPPY, SENTIMENTAL NONSENSE in the back side!
Gimme that, I'm gonna burn it along with the rest of them, and send you
out to find yourself a REAL woman!"
Tucking the postcard into a fold of his gi, and getting into a ready
stance, Genma taunted the boy. "You'll have to take it from me first!
That is, if you really can, boy!"
�Heh.� Taking a quick look around their neatly kept living room, the
young man coolly asked his father, "Are you sure you want me to beat you
here, pops? It'll tear the house up, and then you'll make me clean
everything up. (By myself. Again.) You'll claim to be too beat-up and
sore to do anything, and just lie down on the couch.
Wouldn't you rather take this outside, and save us both a lot of
trouble?
That way, after I beat you up, you'll already be outside, so It'll be no
trouble at all for you to head out and see if some woman takes pity on
you. Because, speaking frankly, with your looks, I don't see how else
you'll get a date, much less find yourself a new wife."
Relaxing into an exaggeratedly thoughtful pose, Genma replied with a
condescending smile. "Hmm. You could be right about a few things after
all.
It is obvious you've forgotten what your own mother looks like, or you'd
realize what a load of crap you've just said.
But then again, your grades do prove that sitting around all day doing
nothing at that fancy high school of yours has only damaged what little
bit sense you may have once had.
It has probably made your body as soft as your head, as well.
Yes, it would probably be best for Poor Little Ranma not to spar at all
today. It would be much better for all of us if I just fix him a warm cup
of milk and send the good little boy upstairs for a short nap. That way,
he won't be so cranky by dinner time, when MY DEVOTED WIFE, YOUR MOTHER,
NODOKA, WHOM YOU WILL RESPECT, gets home.� Having said that, he quickly
assumed a tighter stance and continued. �Or maybe you're just too scared
to find out how much worse than your old man you really are?"
With a growl and an angry glare, Ranma leaped. "ARRGHH! Forget about
the stupid postcard, pops. This time you are going down! Nobody, not
even you, calls me stupid to my face, dares to treat me like a three-year
old, and lives!"
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To be continued...
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"There is nothing in this world of value...
Nothing worth risking our lives for...
...except 'erhaps...
...what little we can create ourselves."
Daisuke Ido (Gunnm / Battle Angel)
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