Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Scenes of Ranma 1/2 ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: V. Zhao 
Continued... getting quite angsty.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.08.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Continued... getting quite angsty.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.08.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.7K | 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. I have NO money.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know, Part 1 sure was short. Sorry 'bout that.
My chapters in general tend to be short. Well, it did exceed 1000
words at least. Anyway, more BTSR. WARNING: Contains scenes of rape.
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Part 2
How could Nabiki explain her relationship with Ranma? They had
been together since the very beginning of her career. She remembered
so many things. Her first movie and their first meeting. He was a
year older than her and showed her the ropes. You could say she had
always had a slight crush on him since the very beginning. He was
such a charming boy, flexible and relaxed. She loved him for his good
nature and his undying sweetness to her.
What was more was that her love for him was neither passionate
nor unhealthily obsessive. He just made her feel warm and fuzzy
inside. Really, he was just a very very good friend. Sometimes she
would think that they didn't love each other at all in the romantic
way. Sometimes she would crave for that passion which was lost to
her. Perhaps they shouldn't have been together like that at all. It
seemed as if they had only become a couple because that was what was
expected for them by everyone, especially her parents.
She supposed that it would be nice to marry Ranma. He would
make such a fine husband and a loving father, but she really had
hoped to find a real special someone who would love her so
intensely... Oh silly Nabiki. Having such laughable hopes such as
this. Had so many years exposed infront of a camera cause her to lose
all sense of self? Had she even grown from the naive six year old
that she had started out as? Somehow, emotionally, she did not feel
equal to those around her. Her mother had always coveted her as a
small child, and everything else was just handed to her on a silver
platter after she became famous. There was no way that she knew what
real suffering was with her loving family, adoring fans, and
flattering employers. Her life was perfect.
Sometimes she would doubt her existence. Living and acting,
after all, were two different things. Often she would wish that she
could remove these rose-colored glasses and feel for once. Feel
anger, resentment, neglect, bliss, and most of all, passion. Oh how
she envied the characters she played. Such drama and romance. She
felt like a doll with a painted smile. Painted happiness.
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Our darling Kuno clung to his doorframe as he watched Shampoo
pass his dressing room without a single line of acknowledgement on
her face of his existence. Such grace, such refinement even in her
very gate. Extraordinary beauty. Oh how he would like to fuck her. It
was true. He was an oversexed maniac who had a modest record for
stalking his erotic goddesses. Why else would he be after the luxious
Shampoo with her plush curves...
He snapped the door shut behind him as he slipped back into his
room and reached for the phone. He had to call her. There was no
other way of relief from the horrible tightness between his legs. The
other end of the line rang three times before a husky voice spoke.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Caramel Christine? It's me. I need a real quick one.
When can you drop by?" His voice was filled with urgency.
The silence was punctured by the picture of her curving lips.
She always welcomed his calls. After all, he was a big spender. A
real big spender. "Oh course, sugar. I'll stop by your apartment as
soon as possible." The line clicked as she hung up promptly.
Kuno pulled on his handsome leather jacket and jangled the keys
in his pocket. The only reason he preferred Caramel Christine over
the more expensive and skillful girls such as the notorious Banana
Splitter and the Golden Apple was because she was also an actress.
She was a fantastic actress and never reluctant to play her part. He
only had to name a fantasy lover and she would be her, the splitting
image of her. Tonight he would ask her to don a purple wig and a
Mandarin style minidress.
The lights were on in his spacious apartment when he got there.
On the living room sofa, a beautiful young girl with willowy long
limbs and wispy auburn hair laid stretched out in the nude. "Hello,
my big spender," she drawled as she lazily turned over to face him.
"Who would you like me to be tonight?"
Her question was ignored for he was already digging through
boxes of costumes and makeup. With a swift motion, he threw a purple
wig and a pink Chinese dress at her. She caught in her hand with the
same ease and looked at him skeptically. "Shampoo again? Kuno,
darling, don't you think that you would like to try something new?"
"No." His voice was firm and unyielding, but the girl pressed
on.
"But, honey, this role really isn't doing anything for me.
Maybe we should try something new an- OH!"
His hand fell stiffly against her cheek. She fell to the ground
and glared at him hissing venomiously. "You can't do that..."
"I can do anything I want, whore." He grabbed her wrists and
wrenched her back on the couch. She screamed until he hit her again,
silencing the trembling girl. With his left hand, he firmly gripped
both wrists as his right hand busily opened her legs. Struggling, she
kicked him squarely in the jaw. He rose up off the ground he was
kneeling on and lifted a an arm up into the air. Fire poured out of
his eyes while the poor prostitute whimpered in fear.
"No, no, please, no..." she cried helplessly as he hit her over
and over again until she could no longer feel her own body. Then his
hand reached back down and parted her thighs. As he entered her, all
her senses came back. She weeped bitterly as he took advantage of her
repeatedly. Why? Why did it have to be this way?
Meanwhile, Kuno grinned at he watched the little wretch cry
silently. He thrust harder and harder into her until she gave out a
small cry. She was no Shampoo. How dare she anger him when she is not
even worthy of this privilege. He decided and muttered under his
breath, "Shampoo will be mine..."
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A man named Tofu sat on the roof of his modest home under the
sparkling stars. On screen, he was a doctor who attracted to the
matronly figure, Kasumi. Off screen, he was a devout husband to his
gentle wife, Sayuri. He met her when he was in acting school about
four years ago. Actually, it was his mother who set him up with a
sweet local girl from his hometown which was so small, it barely
existed on the map. At that moment in his life, he had not been
thinking about love and who he married didn't matter to him, so he
nonchalantly complied.
As it turns out, Sayuri was an old fashioned sort of girl who
was just so obedient to her superior spouse that he couldn't help
growing fond of her. She was softspoken and subordinate, so much that
he sometimes thought that she was more of a servant or maid. And
sometimes the guilt would be so strong on him when he thought of the
way she obeyed him like he was god and how he had no feeling of love
for her whatsoever. So he made an agreement with himself that he
would be the perfect husband for her and treat her the way a
wonderful wife like her should be treated.
But now he was older and longed for someone to love. He had
tried to love his wife, really he had, but he would feel more
romantically inclined towards women he worked with or even women on
the streets than his own wife. That just added another layer of guilt
to the already ample pile.
He knew that if he found the one he loved, then he would be
very happy. He also knew that Sayuri would be a lot happier if she
found the one she loved. The truth be told, he just could not respect
such a girl as this. She seem not to have her own mind at all.
The stars were so beautiful that night. He often went up there
to think. Each one of them sparkled down at him cheerfully, almost
mocking him in a way. They were all so free, and he, he was chained
by guilt.
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En d of Part 2
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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. I have NO money.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know, Part 1 sure was short. Sorry 'bout that.
My chapters in general tend to be short. Well, it did exceed 1000
words at least. Anyway, more BTSR. WARNING: Contains scenes of rape.
---------------------------------------------------------
Part 2
How could Nabiki explain her relationship with Ranma? They had
been together since the very beginning of her career. She remembered
so many things. Her first movie and their first meeting. He was a
year older than her and showed her the ropes. You could say she had
always had a slight crush on him since the very beginning. He was
such a charming boy, flexible and relaxed. She loved him for his good
nature and his undying sweetness to her.
What was more was that her love for him was neither passionate
nor unhealthily obsessive. He just made her feel warm and fuzzy
inside. Really, he was just a very very good friend. Sometimes she
would think that they didn't love each other at all in the romantic
way. Sometimes she would crave for that passion which was lost to
her. Perhaps they shouldn't have been together like that at all. It
seemed as if they had only become a couple because that was what was
expected for them by everyone, especially her parents.
She supposed that it would be nice to marry Ranma. He would
make such a fine husband and a loving father, but she really had
hoped to find a real special someone who would love her so
intensely... Oh silly Nabiki. Having such laughable hopes such as
this. Had so many years exposed infront of a camera cause her to lose
all sense of self? Had she even grown from the naive six year old
that she had started out as? Somehow, emotionally, she did not feel
equal to those around her. Her mother had always coveted her as a
small child, and everything else was just handed to her on a silver
platter after she became famous. There was no way that she knew what
real suffering was with her loving family, adoring fans, and
flattering employers. Her life was perfect.
Sometimes she would doubt her existence. Living and acting,
after all, were two different things. Often she would wish that she
could remove these rose-colored glasses and feel for once. Feel
anger, resentment, neglect, bliss, and most of all, passion. Oh how
she envied the characters she played. Such drama and romance. She
felt like a doll with a painted smile. Painted happiness.
---------------------------------------------------------
Our darling Kuno clung to his doorframe as he watched Shampoo
pass his dressing room without a single line of acknowledgement on
her face of his existence. Such grace, such refinement even in her
very gate. Extraordinary beauty. Oh how he would like to fuck her. It
was true. He was an oversexed maniac who had a modest record for
stalking his erotic goddesses. Why else would he be after the luxious
Shampoo with her plush curves...
He snapped the door shut behind him as he slipped back into his
room and reached for the phone. He had to call her. There was no
other way of relief from the horrible tightness between his legs. The
other end of the line rang three times before a husky voice spoke.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Caramel Christine? It's me. I need a real quick one.
When can you drop by?" His voice was filled with urgency.
The silence was punctured by the picture of her curving lips.
She always welcomed his calls. After all, he was a big spender. A
real big spender. "Oh course, sugar. I'll stop by your apartment as
soon as possible." The line clicked as she hung up promptly.
Kuno pulled on his handsome leather jacket and jangled the keys
in his pocket. The only reason he preferred Caramel Christine over
the more expensive and skillful girls such as the notorious Banana
Splitter and the Golden Apple was because she was also an actress.
She was a fantastic actress and never reluctant to play her part. He
only had to name a fantasy lover and she would be her, the splitting
image of her. Tonight he would ask her to don a purple wig and a
Mandarin style minidress.
The lights were on in his spacious apartment when he got there.
On the living room sofa, a beautiful young girl with willowy long
limbs and wispy auburn hair laid stretched out in the nude. "Hello,
my big spender," she drawled as she lazily turned over to face him.
"Who would you like me to be tonight?"
Her question was ignored for he was already digging through
boxes of costumes and makeup. With a swift motion, he threw a purple
wig and a pink Chinese dress at her. She caught in her hand with the
same ease and looked at him skeptically. "Shampoo again? Kuno,
darling, don't you think that you would like to try something new?"
"No." His voice was firm and unyielding, but the girl pressed
on.
"But, honey, this role really isn't doing anything for me.
Maybe we should try something new an- OH!"
His hand fell stiffly against her cheek. She fell to the ground
and glared at him hissing venomiously. "You can't do that..."
"I can do anything I want, whore." He grabbed her wrists and
wrenched her back on the couch. She screamed until he hit her again,
silencing the trembling girl. With his left hand, he firmly gripped
both wrists as his right hand busily opened her legs. Struggling, she
kicked him squarely in the jaw. He rose up off the ground he was
kneeling on and lifted a an arm up into the air. Fire poured out of
his eyes while the poor prostitute whimpered in fear.
"No, no, please, no..." she cried helplessly as he hit her over
and over again until she could no longer feel her own body. Then his
hand reached back down and parted her thighs. As he entered her, all
her senses came back. She weeped bitterly as he took advantage of her
repeatedly. Why? Why did it have to be this way?
Meanwhile, Kuno grinned at he watched the little wretch cry
silently. He thrust harder and harder into her until she gave out a
small cry. She was no Shampoo. How dare she anger him when she is not
even worthy of this privilege. He decided and muttered under his
breath, "Shampoo will be mine..."
---------------------------------------------------------
A man named Tofu sat on the roof of his modest home under the
sparkling stars. On screen, he was a doctor who attracted to the
matronly figure, Kasumi. Off screen, he was a devout husband to his
gentle wife, Sayuri. He met her when he was in acting school about
four years ago. Actually, it was his mother who set him up with a
sweet local girl from his hometown which was so small, it barely
existed on the map. At that moment in his life, he had not been
thinking about love and who he married didn't matter to him, so he
nonchalantly complied.
As it turns out, Sayuri was an old fashioned sort of girl who
was just so obedient to her superior spouse that he couldn't help
growing fond of her. She was softspoken and subordinate, so much that
he sometimes thought that she was more of a servant or maid. And
sometimes the guilt would be so strong on him when he thought of the
way she obeyed him like he was god and how he had no feeling of love
for her whatsoever. So he made an agreement with himself that he
would be the perfect husband for her and treat her the way a
wonderful wife like her should be treated.
But now he was older and longed for someone to love. He had
tried to love his wife, really he had, but he would feel more
romantically inclined towards women he worked with or even women on
the streets than his own wife. That just added another layer of guilt
to the already ample pile.
He knew that if he found the one he loved, then he would be
very happy. He also knew that Sayuri would be a lot happier if she
found the one she loved. The truth be told, he just could not respect
such a girl as this. She seem not to have her own mind at all.
The stars were so beautiful that night. He often went up there
to think. Each one of them sparkled down at him cheerfully, almost
mocking him in a way. They were all so free, and he, he was chained
by guilt.
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En d of Part 2