Travels of a Martial Artist
folder
+M to R › Ranma �
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
18,821
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
+M to R › Ranma �
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
18,821
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ranma, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Tale Unfolds
Disclaimer: Don't own Ranma 1/2, Sailor Moon, or whatever else I may add to this fic...
Travels of a Martial Artist
Part Four: The Tale Unfolds
Ukyo sat on the couch, pointedly not looking at her abashed lover on the far end.
When Ranma had managed to show up at the hospital after seven hours of waiting, Ukyo had torn into him. Ranma meekly accepted the verbal assault as he knew that he most definitely deserved it.
Yet against that righteous fury, no matter how angry she seemed, he knew that fear and worry were the driving factors in her tirade. He could see it in her eyes, that stomach twisting feeling that tells you everything is wrong and will never be right again.
He never wanted to give her cause to worry like that again; never wanted to hurt her again. Especially not because he was molested by a couple of overzealous lovers and had passed out from their exertions. That excuse didn't fly so well.
At least he had convinced Ukyo and Shampoo to even come to Makoto's place, as both were fairly pissed of at him and had threatened to get a motel room together, leaving him to fend for himself.
And so he found himself banished to the far end of the couch, far from the comfortable pressure of Ukyo's body pressed against his. Even with four other people in the room, it felt lonely.
Looking about the room and further ignoring Ranma, Ukyo studied the other three women sitting about. Shampoo reclined comfortably in Makoto's easy chair, and Makoto and Minako sat on the love seat, both uneasy at Ukyo's cold treatment as she wasn't particularly happy with their involvement in Ranma's tardiness.
Finally setting her gaze upon the lavender haired woman, she finally decided to break the crushing silence.
“So, you feel up to talking to us Sugar?”
She caught Shampoo's furtive glance towards the unknown women on the love and turned her attention to them.
“Would you two mind giving us some privacy. I imagine this is going to be... delicate, and you're new faces after all.”
She spoke politely, but both caught the underlying hint of command in her tone. Voicing their acquiescence, they shot to their feet and stumbled out of the room, and away from Ukyo's silent anger.
“Go ahead Shampoo. They won't listen in. Even if they do hear something, they're both good girls, and would likely try to help if they could. You don't have to worry,” Ukyo said comfortingly.
Shampoo fidgeted for a moment before nodding. She spoke haltingly, reliving a memory she wished she could just forget.
“When Shampoo use Lust Dust on Ranma, great grandmother get very angry. Says dust untested and could be hurtful to Ranma. I no tell her what happen, just say Shampoo no longer can be wife to Ranma. Say Shampoo dishonor husband too too much.”
She glanced at Ranma with regret before continuing.
“Great grandmother say Shampoo no have choice. Waste too much time away from home chasing husband to give up. At best, Shampoo wear stain of dishonor for entire life if just give up. At worst, Shampoo branded traitor to Amazon ways and executed. Great grandmother have many enemies in village council who also hate that Shampoo is -was- heir to great grandmother's seat. She know this and so give Shampoo choice. Shampoo take husband back to China, or be exiled.”
She stopped as she fought back her tears. Her body still pained her from the process of Amazon exile.
“Shampoo could no agree to take Ranma back, so great grandmother exile Shampoo. Is better than being executed. Great grandmother love Shampoo too too much to see dead. This way is best. Great grandmother can still visit Shampoo in Japan. No can do if Shampoo drawn and quartered. Still, Shampoo suffer much pain. Amazon get exiled, she lose home. She also lose ability to be warrior. Special shiatsu used to make sure can never use Amazon techniques again. Shampoo no could fight even Mercenary Girl. No even fight stupid Mousse when he duck.”
Shoulders slumped in defeat upon finishing her tale, the former Amazon had even lost the will to cry.
An oppressiveness permeated the air of the small apartment, setting Ukyo's hackles alight with a nervous energy. Looking over, she saw Ranma standing, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. Without a word he made his way to the door, every muscle taut and strained.
“Ran-chan? Where are you going?” Ukyo asked nervously, fear roiling in her stomach.
Looking over his shoulder, he caught her eye. Her fear was replaced with absolute terror at his words.
“Nerima.”
It seemed only the barest moment had passed since that baleful utterance, yet when she gathered her wits, he was gone and the door swayed in the night's breeze.
Rushing outside, she scanned the black horizon in a panic. She finally caught a glimpse of his silhouette heading toward Nerima, his way illuminated by the reflective glow of a red moon.
End 4
Travels of a Martial Artist
Part Four: The Tale Unfolds
Ukyo sat on the couch, pointedly not looking at her abashed lover on the far end.
When Ranma had managed to show up at the hospital after seven hours of waiting, Ukyo had torn into him. Ranma meekly accepted the verbal assault as he knew that he most definitely deserved it.
Yet against that righteous fury, no matter how angry she seemed, he knew that fear and worry were the driving factors in her tirade. He could see it in her eyes, that stomach twisting feeling that tells you everything is wrong and will never be right again.
He never wanted to give her cause to worry like that again; never wanted to hurt her again. Especially not because he was molested by a couple of overzealous lovers and had passed out from their exertions. That excuse didn't fly so well.
At least he had convinced Ukyo and Shampoo to even come to Makoto's place, as both were fairly pissed of at him and had threatened to get a motel room together, leaving him to fend for himself.
And so he found himself banished to the far end of the couch, far from the comfortable pressure of Ukyo's body pressed against his. Even with four other people in the room, it felt lonely.
Looking about the room and further ignoring Ranma, Ukyo studied the other three women sitting about. Shampoo reclined comfortably in Makoto's easy chair, and Makoto and Minako sat on the love seat, both uneasy at Ukyo's cold treatment as she wasn't particularly happy with their involvement in Ranma's tardiness.
Finally setting her gaze upon the lavender haired woman, she finally decided to break the crushing silence.
“So, you feel up to talking to us Sugar?”
She caught Shampoo's furtive glance towards the unknown women on the love and turned her attention to them.
“Would you two mind giving us some privacy. I imagine this is going to be... delicate, and you're new faces after all.”
She spoke politely, but both caught the underlying hint of command in her tone. Voicing their acquiescence, they shot to their feet and stumbled out of the room, and away from Ukyo's silent anger.
“Go ahead Shampoo. They won't listen in. Even if they do hear something, they're both good girls, and would likely try to help if they could. You don't have to worry,” Ukyo said comfortingly.
Shampoo fidgeted for a moment before nodding. She spoke haltingly, reliving a memory she wished she could just forget.
“When Shampoo use Lust Dust on Ranma, great grandmother get very angry. Says dust untested and could be hurtful to Ranma. I no tell her what happen, just say Shampoo no longer can be wife to Ranma. Say Shampoo dishonor husband too too much.”
She glanced at Ranma with regret before continuing.
“Great grandmother say Shampoo no have choice. Waste too much time away from home chasing husband to give up. At best, Shampoo wear stain of dishonor for entire life if just give up. At worst, Shampoo branded traitor to Amazon ways and executed. Great grandmother have many enemies in village council who also hate that Shampoo is -was- heir to great grandmother's seat. She know this and so give Shampoo choice. Shampoo take husband back to China, or be exiled.”
She stopped as she fought back her tears. Her body still pained her from the process of Amazon exile.
“Shampoo could no agree to take Ranma back, so great grandmother exile Shampoo. Is better than being executed. Great grandmother love Shampoo too too much to see dead. This way is best. Great grandmother can still visit Shampoo in Japan. No can do if Shampoo drawn and quartered. Still, Shampoo suffer much pain. Amazon get exiled, she lose home. She also lose ability to be warrior. Special shiatsu used to make sure can never use Amazon techniques again. Shampoo no could fight even Mercenary Girl. No even fight stupid Mousse when he duck.”
Shoulders slumped in defeat upon finishing her tale, the former Amazon had even lost the will to cry.
An oppressiveness permeated the air of the small apartment, setting Ukyo's hackles alight with a nervous energy. Looking over, she saw Ranma standing, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. Without a word he made his way to the door, every muscle taut and strained.
“Ran-chan? Where are you going?” Ukyo asked nervously, fear roiling in her stomach.
Looking over his shoulder, he caught her eye. Her fear was replaced with absolute terror at his words.
“Nerima.”
It seemed only the barest moment had passed since that baleful utterance, yet when she gathered her wits, he was gone and the door swayed in the night's breeze.
Rushing outside, she scanned the black horizon in a panic. She finally caught a glimpse of his silhouette heading toward Nerima, his way illuminated by the reflective glow of a red moon.
End 4