Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 04/14/2004 01:50 PM, T.H. Tiger said:
Due to mailer problems I had to have TH forward this for me.
Hope this comes through ok. I converted it to Text T.H.
Thanks for forwarding this. The only problem I noticed from the
conversion is that all the lines were indented two spaces.
A tear formed in the figure's eyes. So many years, so many plans, so
many sacrifices. A lifetime of devotion to see the day that was
rapidly approaching. It was so thrilling, seeing several lifetimes of
manipulation come to fruition.
Feeling aroused at the success of the grand plan, the figure moved to
the bed, intent on rousing {their : the} partner and forcing up a
little more satisfaction from {their : the} tired form. There were
some techniques that {knew that :} could be employed to coax a little
more out of them. True, the partner would be exhausted for a week,
but satisfied. And in the end, wasn't that what sex was all about?
Trying to keep the ambiguity going, I see. I don't know if the 'several
lifetimes' were all this character's effort, or several successive actors.
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own the Ranma {� : 1/2} characters. They
belong to Takahashi and whomever she sold the rights to.
Forward: This starts out going back to events in Chapter 4, after
Ranma had dumped Ryouga in the alleyway after the fight with Shampoo.
Well, Ranma *did* say he'd take care of Ryouga...
"That jerk, Ranma, setting me up by putting my cock between her
breasts just so I'd back off and fall victim to that crazy Amazon
lesbian's kick. That's another one I owe that jerk."
That sounds awfully coherent. Where'd you put Ryouga?
Ryouga tried to get out of the trash can, but found himself unable to
rise. He had been jammed rear first into the can, his arms and legs
sticking straight up. There was no leverage to be had in such a
position. Yet another thing that was owed to Ranma. How dare the
bastard stick him in a garbage can and treat him {like like :
like... like} garbage. Oh, how that jerk was going to pay. Ryouga
would come up with something appropriate. He'd just have to figure
out what. It might take time, but he'd pay Ranma back for ruining his
life and humiliating him for the eighty-fourth time. And this time,
he'd get it right, not failing miserably like he had the other
eight-three times.
And in the midst of a group of men that were milling about in a
circle, beers in their hands. They wore identical uniforms, black
pants with beige tops. Shiny golden badges were pinned prominently to
their chests. Each wore mirrored shades that reflected Ryouga's
fear-filled visage back at him. Their most important {feature :
features} were their belts. They contained a wide array of equipment
that could be used to incapacitate a person, from pepper spray to
nightsticks to stun guns. Seeing Ryouga land in their midst, their
attitudes went from good-natured joviality to anxious irritation.
The largest of the lot, a man whose barely restrained fat hung over
his belt like a mountain of flab, smiled viscously. "Whal, whal,
whal. Lookie here, boys. Here we are, minding our own business and
having a little picnic, when some gen-u-wine {prevert : pre-vert}
comes dropping by thinking he can flash his goods at us. Whal,
Sheriff Heero T. Justice has a thing or two to say about that." Stun
sticks were suddenly in each of the men's hands.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Ryouga insisted.
That never works. Also, you used pre-vert later and I think that
matches his speech pattern better.
While Ryouga could have broken out of his jail cell at any time, he
had no desire to become a wanted man. He'd wait for his trial like a
good citizen, explain his situation, and be found not guilty. Then
he'd go out and kill Ranma{,, : ,} because, frankly, Ranma had it
coming. Any judge in the world would see that once Ryouga explained
all of the heinous acts his enemy had perpetrated upon him.
An officer appeared keys in hand. "Congratulations, Pervert #1452.
Someone posted bail."
That many perverts? This month?
Keiko shifted into gear, causing the Vespa to do a wheelie. She
headed in the direction Ryouga fled and shouted out, "Ryouga-kun,
come back here and let's talk for a while! There's something I need
you to do for me!"
At first glance I saw the last piece as "to me!" and that may go well.
So much for getting away. Keiko was a demon on wheels when it came to
her and her modified Vespa. She could probably outrun a few race cars
if she had to. Ryouga's freedom was now measured in {moment :
moments} instead of days.
Ryouga started to do the same, then the sound of a moped that was
drawing closer reached his ears. He didn't have time for this.
Soundly defeating Ranma meant nothing if Keiko caught up to him.
She'd just end up ensnaring him, forcing him to have sex with her,
and then he'd be{ . : ...}
Ranma cleared his throat in interruption. "What Ryouga means to say
is, he's not just impotent, but he's gay as well."
"Hey!" Ryouga shouted.
Yeah! That won't stop her.
Ranma was all but dancing on air as they made their way up to the
second floor to their room. It was about time he got lucky, and in
every sense of the word. It was hard to believe he had Ryouga to
thank for insisting he take a hot chick off his hands for a hard
fuck. There was no doubt the boy had his priorities messed up, but
that was typical Ryouga. A little weird, but basically a good guy
deep down inside.
Considering the reservations that even Chibi-lust had, lucky may not be
quite the right word.
He threw open the door and snarled, "What the hell do you {: --}"
The gentleman shook his head. "While she might not be, her integrity
is. We are under strict orders that she be as abstinent as possible
for her wedding day, no matter how hard she might try to make it
otherwise." He gave the girl a look of {consternation :
consideration}, one that held the weight of having been delivered
many times before.
Keiko let the blanket she had been wrapped in fall to the floor. She
pouted, and stomped her foot like a petulant child, one with an
incredible build. "Damn it! I am so sick and tired of you three jerks
scaring off or breaking every guy I screw into little pieces."
I thought she said she was a virgin. Is Ranma just the first one to get
this far before being interrupted?
Staring in confusion at the sudden appearance of the stranger, Ryouga
was momentarily speechless. Ranma wasn't as he said, "Ryouga, how can
you say someone as sweet as Tomo looks like she fell out of the ugly
tree and hit every branch, then went up and fell a second time?"
"Huh?" Ryouga said.
Quick thinking. By Ranma that is.
Ranma brought back his arms
then turned around and fled down a side alley.
I could smell that coming.
"Don't call me Shinjjjj{: --} " The rest was lost as Shinjiro
collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Fine, you're '{Balless : Ballless} Jerk' from now on," Ranma said
before leaving Shinjiro's body behind as he reentered the building
once again.
Kunou appeared shocked at the accusation. "Do not be silly,
Ranma-kun. I would never take advantage of a helpless opponent. My
heart {belong : belongs} solely to you" He rushed forward and
embraced Ranma's hand. "Come, let us away from here. There is a hotel
nearby where we may revel in each other's company. Already you are
dressed for the occasion." He pointed meaningfully at the boxers, the
only piece of clothing Ranma had on.
The door to the last car in the procession opened. A huge man,
weighing five hundred pounds if he was an ounce, squeezed himself
from out of the back. Unlike the others, he was dressed in a white
{suite : suit} that could have doubled as a tent given the size of
the individual wearing it. His pudgy hands were adorned with rings,
each bearing a gemstone large enough to buy a house. In one hand was
a heavily reinforced cane to help support his tremendous weight. In
the other was a large bun with an even larger fish sticking out from
the ends.
Unless you are implying that when he sits around the house he... never mind.
The slender man translated. "Since there seems to be some
disagreement, The Codfather wonders if perhaps it would be best to
take no chances and simply shoot you all."
Sounds reasonable.
"I know what my father said!" Keiko said sharply. She shot him a
nasty look. "If you must know, I had sex with all of them."
A pretty good trick for Kunou since he hadn't even met her yet.
Sheriff Heero T. Justice stepped to the front of the pack of
officers. Like a bull elephant, he strode up the Codfather, as though
he owned all he surveyed. The Sheriff looked the large man over,
thumbs hooked in his belt. Through the cigarette dangling from his
mouth, he postured before the Yakuza leader. "Whal, whal, whal. It
looks like that little tip was right on the ball. If it isn't one of
Japan's most wanted criminal crimelords, the Codfather himself,
caught red-handed with a bunch of gunmen that he was about to order
to fire on some innocent bystanders." Sheriff Justice snatched the
sandwich out of the large man's hands and took a contemptuous bite
out of it.
Wasn't that innocent pre-verts? He ought to recognize Ranma and Ryouga
at least. It was also interesting to see HTJ doing something besides
beating on pre-verts.
Keiko shrugged. "Well, if you're certain. In any case, I owe you one
for helping me out today. If you need a favor, give a holler. And if
you change your mind{ : --}" she patted Ranma's cock one more time.
Head hurting worse than anything he had experienced since Minamo
laced his a drink with {viagra : Viagra} and sedatives in order to
render him immobile and erect in order to sleep with him, Ryouga
finally came around. After remaining motionless for five minutes that
felt like an eternity, he tried to rise. However, he found he
couldn't move anything aside from his head. It took nearly a minute
to discover that he was once again stuffed in a trash can and
rendered immobile with how he was jammed in it.
This could get to be a habit.
And this time, he'd get it right, not failing miserably like he had
the other eight-four times.
I think I see a pattern here.
[End notes] Sorry for the filler like nature of this chapter. But it
got some things I needed done, and it was fun to write another bit
with Ryouga, Ranma, {Kunuo : Kunou} interactions, and laid some
groundwork for things I might do in the future. And Ranma finally got
some, as some people pointed out he hadn't been as lucky as some
others in the series. Next chapter will have a little more
information on what's really been going on and why.
I don't know if that should count as getting lucky. Whether this just
is filler or not depends on whether we see Keiko again. Her
ex-bodyguards may be useful later if they carry a grudge against Ranma
or Ryouga.