Here's a smattering of what I've plunked out for chapter two. In progress...
Don't worry, Akane will still bash Ranma... and frankly I gotta admit that even Kuno doesn't deserve what I've done to him in the rough-out I've planned...
And hey, didn't any of you ever wonder where Akane got her violent streak? Well this scene answers THAT mystery!
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Chapter 2
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With bright red faces Ranma and Kasumi sat at one side of the dining table of the Tendo home, on the other side sat Nabiki who was smirking like the cat that had just committed cannibalism and next to her was Akane staring intently into her tea trying to make sense of the meaning of life.
For the last several minutes since everybody had rebooted their brains, there had been the sounds of violent arguing wafting into the dining room from the kitchen.
“Are You Two Insane?! I will not have my daughter’s committed to a contractual marriage thought up by you two in a BAR! Before, they were even born!” Kimiko’s voice resounded angrily through the walls of the house.
“But Kimi-chan! It’s to unite the schools of martial arts! To carry on the legacy of Anything Goes Martial Arts!” Soun’s groveling carried through.
“Don’t ‘Kimi-chan’ ME you… you…” there was a pause as the sound of a plate breaking over a skull shot-out from the kitchen. “… how could you?! Didn’t it EVER occur to you my babies might want more than to carry on legacies, to live lives of their own?!”
“They’re really going at it this time…” Nabiki said as she glanced at her watch, then back to the door to the kitchen.
There was the sound of hot-air about to rip as Genma spoke, “But Kimiko, Soun is correct! With the union of our two schools the continuation of the Art is assured! And didn’t you see what I saw? Your girl and my… well… my Child are already hitting it off splendidly! And… and…” his voice paused and then he sounded curious “… and weren’t you dying last I saw you?”
Kimiko’s voice came though flat and sarcastic “I got better, thank you oh, so very much for asking…” she paused and anger ruled her voice again, “… And for you’re information Genma I really couldn’t give a rats-behind to the ‘continuation of the schools’ if it meant that my babies were unhappy!”
“But Kimiko, you don’t seem to realize…” Genma had started to say before there was the sound of more plates being broken over a cranium rang out from the kitchen.
In the dining room, the three and ¾ women winced.
“No… I think I understand perfectly, that when you two are together you both get lazy, and were probably planning on heaping all the responsibilities off on my babies so you two could sit around all day playing board games and drinking!”
“But Kimi-chan…” Soun started to say before his voice was drown-out by the sounds of more plates… and maybe some bowls and flatware crashing onto a head were heard.
More sympathetic wincing came from the occupants of the dining room at the sounds of violence.
“No BUTs Dear! I mean, of all the stupid, stupid things you’ve done, you honestly thought THIS harebrained scheme was going to get past me? There’s a reason I don’t let you have a checkbook after all, dear!”
Kimiko’s voice then tore back into Genma, “And YOU! Do you have any idea how much therapy poor Nodoka has had to go through since you two left her alone for TEN FREAKING YEARS!”
“Who’s Nodoka?” Ranma asked curiously.
Nabiki shrugged her shoulders cluelessly, then Kasumi put her finger to her chin and said thoughtfully, “I think I’ve heard mother speaking on the phone to a Nodoka… but I really don’t know.”
“… I mean, you weren’t there for her when she finally cracked-up and made a doll, called it Ranma and ran around the town naked for a better part of the day screaming ‘Manly-man!’ as she cradled it and waved that katana!” Kimiko’s voice screeched through the walls of the kitchen so loudly neighbor dogs began to howl.
The three sister’s Tendo, just stared at Ranma as a truly massive sweat drop rolled off of her head.
“What? It could always be some other ‘Ranma’ you know…” Ranma said more to convince herself.
“Now Kimi-chan… is that really so fair… I mean Genma had to train the… the… um… Ranma in the martial arts and…*glurk!*…” Soun began but his voice was cut-off by the sound of wood meeting cranium. A rolling pin most likely…
“No…” (clang) “More…” (bang) “…Excuses!” (pow) Kimiko shouted at her loving husband with extreme prejudice… and a rolling pin…
“And you…” (crack) “horrible…” (swish) “for a $%^#^@%#$ and ^()@!#...” (thud) Kimiko shouted working her magic on Genma…
Moments of silence pass for the 3 and ¾ women in the dining room as they exchange nervous looks.
With a gulp Ranma glanced at the door and said, “Should one of us… you know, check on them?”
Just as the Tendo Three were about to shake their heads, the door slowly creaked open drawing their attention to it… And then Kimiko stepped through, demurely patting down her slightly mussed hair with one hand as the other carried a rolling pin.
She smiled sweetly as she sat herself at the head of the table, leaving the rolling pin to thunk onto the top, then looked at Ranma with a look that froze him/her and said, “Now Ranma… care to explain what it is you were doing to my little Kasumi-chan in the bath?”
Ranma just stared at the seemingly nice brown-haired housewife, and gasped like a fish as she “Erked!” and fumbled with “Wells…” and “Um’s…” and even a few nervous “Ah’s!...”
Obfirmo absentis sententia... Imperium mens...