Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Scenes of Ranma 1/2 ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: V. Zhao 
A little intro to a few of the actors of Ranma 1/2.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
A little intro to a few of the actors of Ranma 1/2.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Behind the Scenes of Ranma 1/2
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A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by V. Zhao
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Disc laimer: By no means does Ranma 1/2 or any of it's characters
belong to me. Yadda yadda yadda.
Author's Notes: This story is inspired by Link's story "Bloopers#2."
Thank you, Link! ^_^ (Her story is much funnier and less serious
though)WARNING: Very very OOC. This is a fic about the actors and
actresses who play the characters of Ranma 1/2. Also, may have some
explicit language and adult content.
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Part 1
Shampoo downed her third cup of tea before the filming began.
Lately, it seemed like she was being taken advantage of. That stupid
Akane got a raise, not to mention the spatula girl. Why not her? She
was just as talented and worked just as hard. In fact. she probably
worked harder than all of them. It ain't easy faking that Chinese
accent. Sure, she was authentically Chinese, but she wasn't a bimbo
who couldn't even speak the language after being the country for five
years.
Today, they were shooting a scene where Mousse pops out and
challenges Ranma. Then she was suppose to appear and bop him on the
head with the bonbori. They were always doing that scene over and
over and over again. And to think, she used to be in the Chinese
Opera company. She starred in Farewell My Concubine and all the
greats. Now she was degraded to hitting people over the head with
giant lollipops on a not very accurately filmed anime series. What
was with the hairdye anyway? Her hair was BLACK. BLACK LIKE MOUSSE'S
HAIR, not purple. Now Mousse, Mousse was cute, she thought as she
sipped her fourth cup.
"Shampoo-san?" an inferior being, something called an
assistant, dared to disturb her thoughts. He looked at her with big
fearful eyes and whimpered, "You're needed on the set."
She tossed the half full cup at the lanky man and smirked as he
fumbled and spilled some on the front of his shirt. "Of course I'm
needed on the set. I'm always needed," she purred.
The director already had Mousse and Ranma-kun in they're places
facing each other with bored expressions. All he needed now was that
cute little Chinese girl behind that cardboard cutout of the shop.
"Shampoo? Where is that girl?"
A purple head popped out from behind the slab of cardboard.
"Right here, Makkou-san!" the high-pitched voice cried with feigned
cheerfulness.
"Okay, everyone here? Aaaaaahh-action!"
The lights glared brightly, the cameras where rolling. Kick.
Jab, jab. Swan potty. Dodge. Punch. Bop. Collapse.
"Marvelous. Just one more time. Maybe with a little more OOMF
this time, Mousse."
The Chinese boy scowled at him and took his place again without
further protest.
"Action!"
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Akane sat in her satin robe on a velvet chair in her dressing
room enjoying a cigarette. She made little smoke rings when she
exhaled and enjoyed watching them float over her head and diminish in
the air. Acting was a big break for her. Coming from a very poor
family, at fifteen, she found her mother gone and her left with no
money. To support herself, she had tried everything: waitressing,
working at fast food restaurants, small things like that. But those
jobs never paid the bills. Finally, a friend came to her and told her
about the great oppurtunities in the field of stripping. The idea
appealed to her, especially the part where the money came in.
She started stripping at little greasy joints where guys would
sit back, smoke pot, and shove bills roughy down her g-string. Then,
when she got a reputation for herself for being especially spunky,
she slowly moved her way up to high-priced classy clubs for perverted
millionaires. That was where Makkou-san found her in her golden thong
rubbing up against a pole.
Then, all her stripper friends congradulated her and the rest
was history. Being an actress was just suppose to be so much more
respectable. Sometimes, though, she would think that this was even
worse. It was the same as stripping, only on television. To some of
the real actresses like Shampoo and Nabiki, it was art. To her, it
was just the best alternative to being s stripper. If she didn't have
this job, who knows what she's end up being. Most likely a
prostitute.
"What are you thinking?" Ranko perched on the arm of her chair
and smiled coyly at her. "You know, you can go home. There's no more
filming for today." She brushed Akane's bangs away from her eyes
affectionately.
"Oh nothing. Just tired I guess." She dropped the butt of her
cigarette into an ash tray and stood up to change.
The red haired girl pouted at her. "I hope not too tired to
play with me tonight."
Akane grinned wickedly as her robe slipped to the floor. "I'm
never too tired to do that."
Ranko was quite a fine specimen of female form. Akane enjoyed
watching her jump up and down a bit with glee causing her ample
breasts to bounce up and down slightly. She walked over in her bra
and panties to the sitting girl and ran her hand on the inside of her
thigh making her writhe with desire. Ranko giggled and whispered,
"We can't do this here. What if someone walked in on us?"
"A little danger just makes it hotter," she replied in a husky
voice. Her hands ran down the shorter girls frame until they reached
the hem of her short dress. Pulling it up to her armpits roughly,
Akane inspected the lace-clad breasts. "This will have to come off,
won't it?"
Ranko sighed as her lover undid the clasp of her bra and
started to kneed her breasts. Then, Akane's hands worked skillfully
down around her waist to pull off her panties and toss them aside.
She made her sit in the chair and prop both her legs up on each of
the arms. Gingerly, Akane started to lick.
The red haired girl threw back her head and clutched the head
between her legs with both hands pushing it deeper in. Her tongue
moved faster and farther until her face was soon covered with a
sticky substance. Akane sat up to face Ranko and licked her lips.
"How was that, darling?"
"I would say good." Ranko stayed in the same position exhausted
and spent.
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Ryouga glanced in the mirror one last before he decided to make
a trip to Nabiki's dressing room. It was true, he was tremendously
attracted to her. He just thought that she was so cute when she
played the middle Tendo. Her professionalism and talent impressed him
very much. It was as if she were his idol. He had followed her career
since her very first appearnce on television. It was back when they
were both six years old. She had been on a commercial for sweet rice
pudding. Staring intently at the television, he would admire the
girl's comfort infront of the camera. It seemed like she belonged
there.
Fifteen years ago when he first saw the commercial, he would
have never have dreamt of being in the same show as the famous Nabiki
let alone even become friends with her. His own career had only
started and this had been his first actual job. He found her manner
pleasant when they first met. She had been warm and encouraging to a
new actor who was just starting out while she was already known for
her works in both TV and the big screen. Little by little, he had
fallen for the flawless actress.
Ryouga stopped infront of her door and knocked a little. He
hoped that she would be available hat evening for he planned to
finally ask her out. His heartbeat quickened as he heard footsteps
coming towards him. The door swung open and her slender frame greeted
him. "Oh, hi, Ryouga," she said with a small hint of surprise.
"Hey, Nabiki. I was wondering if-"
"Who was it?" Ranma came up behind her and slipped an arm
around her waist.
"Oh, just Ryouga, honey."
Ryouga nearly facefaulted. What the heck was Ranma doing here?
Was he in a relationship with Nabiki? Anger started to creep up his
spine. A horrible rage filled him as he fumbled with some excuse and
stalked down the hall. "Ranma, prepare to die."
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End of Part 1
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A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by V. Zhao
---------------------------------------------------------
Disc laimer: By no means does Ranma 1/2 or any of it's characters
belong to me. Yadda yadda yadda.
Author's Notes: This story is inspired by Link's story "Bloopers#2."
Thank you, Link! ^_^ (Her story is much funnier and less serious
though)WARNING: Very very OOC. This is a fic about the actors and
actresses who play the characters of Ranma 1/2. Also, may have some
explicit language and adult content.
---------------------------------------------------------
Part 1
Shampoo downed her third cup of tea before the filming began.
Lately, it seemed like she was being taken advantage of. That stupid
Akane got a raise, not to mention the spatula girl. Why not her? She
was just as talented and worked just as hard. In fact. she probably
worked harder than all of them. It ain't easy faking that Chinese
accent. Sure, she was authentically Chinese, but she wasn't a bimbo
who couldn't even speak the language after being the country for five
years.
Today, they were shooting a scene where Mousse pops out and
challenges Ranma. Then she was suppose to appear and bop him on the
head with the bonbori. They were always doing that scene over and
over and over again. And to think, she used to be in the Chinese
Opera company. She starred in Farewell My Concubine and all the
greats. Now she was degraded to hitting people over the head with
giant lollipops on a not very accurately filmed anime series. What
was with the hairdye anyway? Her hair was BLACK. BLACK LIKE MOUSSE'S
HAIR, not purple. Now Mousse, Mousse was cute, she thought as she
sipped her fourth cup.
"Shampoo-san?" an inferior being, something called an
assistant, dared to disturb her thoughts. He looked at her with big
fearful eyes and whimpered, "You're needed on the set."
She tossed the half full cup at the lanky man and smirked as he
fumbled and spilled some on the front of his shirt. "Of course I'm
needed on the set. I'm always needed," she purred.
The director already had Mousse and Ranma-kun in they're places
facing each other with bored expressions. All he needed now was that
cute little Chinese girl behind that cardboard cutout of the shop.
"Shampoo? Where is that girl?"
A purple head popped out from behind the slab of cardboard.
"Right here, Makkou-san!" the high-pitched voice cried with feigned
cheerfulness.
"Okay, everyone here? Aaaaaahh-action!"
The lights glared brightly, the cameras where rolling. Kick.
Jab, jab. Swan potty. Dodge. Punch. Bop. Collapse.
"Marvelous. Just one more time. Maybe with a little more OOMF
this time, Mousse."
The Chinese boy scowled at him and took his place again without
further protest.
"Action!"
------------------------------------------- --------------
Akane sat in her satin robe on a velvet chair in her dressing
room enjoying a cigarette. She made little smoke rings when she
exhaled and enjoyed watching them float over her head and diminish in
the air. Acting was a big break for her. Coming from a very poor
family, at fifteen, she found her mother gone and her left with no
money. To support herself, she had tried everything: waitressing,
working at fast food restaurants, small things like that. But those
jobs never paid the bills. Finally, a friend came to her and told her
about the great oppurtunities in the field of stripping. The idea
appealed to her, especially the part where the money came in.
She started stripping at little greasy joints where guys would
sit back, smoke pot, and shove bills roughy down her g-string. Then,
when she got a reputation for herself for being especially spunky,
she slowly moved her way up to high-priced classy clubs for perverted
millionaires. That was where Makkou-san found her in her golden thong
rubbing up against a pole.
Then, all her stripper friends congradulated her and the rest
was history. Being an actress was just suppose to be so much more
respectable. Sometimes, though, she would think that this was even
worse. It was the same as stripping, only on television. To some of
the real actresses like Shampoo and Nabiki, it was art. To her, it
was just the best alternative to being s stripper. If she didn't have
this job, who knows what she's end up being. Most likely a
prostitute.
"What are you thinking?" Ranko perched on the arm of her chair
and smiled coyly at her. "You know, you can go home. There's no more
filming for today." She brushed Akane's bangs away from her eyes
affectionately.
"Oh nothing. Just tired I guess." She dropped the butt of her
cigarette into an ash tray and stood up to change.
The red haired girl pouted at her. "I hope not too tired to
play with me tonight."
Akane grinned wickedly as her robe slipped to the floor. "I'm
never too tired to do that."
Ranko was quite a fine specimen of female form. Akane enjoyed
watching her jump up and down a bit with glee causing her ample
breasts to bounce up and down slightly. She walked over in her bra
and panties to the sitting girl and ran her hand on the inside of her
thigh making her writhe with desire. Ranko giggled and whispered,
"We can't do this here. What if someone walked in on us?"
"A little danger just makes it hotter," she replied in a husky
voice. Her hands ran down the shorter girls frame until they reached
the hem of her short dress. Pulling it up to her armpits roughly,
Akane inspected the lace-clad breasts. "This will have to come off,
won't it?"
Ranko sighed as her lover undid the clasp of her bra and
started to kneed her breasts. Then, Akane's hands worked skillfully
down around her waist to pull off her panties and toss them aside.
She made her sit in the chair and prop both her legs up on each of
the arms. Gingerly, Akane started to lick.
The red haired girl threw back her head and clutched the head
between her legs with both hands pushing it deeper in. Her tongue
moved faster and farther until her face was soon covered with a
sticky substance. Akane sat up to face Ranko and licked her lips.
"How was that, darling?"
"I would say good." Ranko stayed in the same position exhausted
and spent.
---------------------------------------------------------
Ryouga glanced in the mirror one last before he decided to make
a trip to Nabiki's dressing room. It was true, he was tremendously
attracted to her. He just thought that she was so cute when she
played the middle Tendo. Her professionalism and talent impressed him
very much. It was as if she were his idol. He had followed her career
since her very first appearnce on television. It was back when they
were both six years old. She had been on a commercial for sweet rice
pudding. Staring intently at the television, he would admire the
girl's comfort infront of the camera. It seemed like she belonged
there.
Fifteen years ago when he first saw the commercial, he would
have never have dreamt of being in the same show as the famous Nabiki
let alone even become friends with her. His own career had only
started and this had been his first actual job. He found her manner
pleasant when they first met. She had been warm and encouraging to a
new actor who was just starting out while she was already known for
her works in both TV and the big screen. Little by little, he had
fallen for the flawless actress.
Ryouga stopped infront of her door and knocked a little. He
hoped that she would be available hat evening for he planned to
finally ask her out. His heartbeat quickened as he heard footsteps
coming towards him. The door swung open and her slender frame greeted
him. "Oh, hi, Ryouga," she said with a small hint of surprise.
"Hey, Nabiki. I was wondering if-"
"Who was it?" Ranma came up behind her and slipped an arm
around her waist.
"Oh, just Ryouga, honey."
Ryouga nearly facefaulted. What the heck was Ranma doing here?
Was he in a relationship with Nabiki? Anger started to creep up his
spine. A horrible rage filled him as he fumbled with some excuse and
stalked down the hall. "Ranma, prepare to die."
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End of Part 1