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Boys and Girls

A Rena-Chan Effort

Hiiii! I got sick of being all deep and meaningful, (people never appreciate those sorta thoughts cos they always think it's crap unless the thoughts are similar to theirs! Sniff sniff) so I'm gonna write something meaningless!!

Now that been said, Rena says you can criticize all you like, and those comments are welcome because it is really useful material for the insults department. But, don't expect me to change: I don't like Akane so there! (Manga Akane was okay but... that's cos Takahashi-Sama is a goddess and has enough talent to make a sexless tomboy cute!)

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Don't own Ranma1/2 and never will. I ain't got any money so don't bother suing me ^_^

Boys and Girls

A Ranma self-insert Fanfic

Prologue

Hate mail hate mail hate mail.

Sighing, a girl of fifteen or so with Asian features hit the select all, delete button. She was depressed.

"Damn it! Just because I hate Akane, don't mean everyone has to give me crap about it all the time!" Screaming, she started doing what her friends called her "Angry Dance".

People have happy dances, victory dances, but not many had angry dances. It was simple, as anything involving coordination usually did not sit well with this girl, consisting of shifting one's body weight from one foot to the other, while waving one's arms around to keep balance.

#Smack#

Or not. Falling face first into the floor, the lack of sleep and dehydration finally caught up with her and she lost consciousness, the last thing she thought was "Damn those hate mails."

Smiling, some random God hit the red button. The "lets-put-some-poor-otaku-into-an-anime-universe-just-to-make-their-lives-m iserable" button. Just to add to this one's particular humiliation, he (it?) pressed the button right next to the red one. In the factory of dreams/nightmares/self inserts, a small capsule, around the size of a shoebox, was shot down to Earth, or at least, we think it's Earth.

Groaning, the girl woke up. She was surrounded by a weird, colour-changing mist. Just as she was about to say something, a mysterious figure approached her.

"Ah, crap! Please don't tell me this is some stupid self insert thingie where the author lands in some anime universe and gets screwed over real bad!" under her breath she added, "knew I shouldn't have ate that cake."

"That is right little girl."

#Whap!#

"Don't call me that!!!"

Regaining his balance, the figure continued,

"You have been selected to go into the Ranma universe and observe the main cast. Consider this your punishment for writing such horrible Akane-bashing fics." The mysterious figure sniffed a little, took out some weird looking tablets and scoffed one down.

"You're one of those rare Akane-loving Deities?" Groaning, the girl punched the deity in the face.

"Ow! Could you stop that? Us minor gods have feelings too you know."

Blinking, the girl stopped,

"Sorry, um, could you tell me what I'm meant to do now? Like, shouldn't I go train or something? I mean, Nerima's a nuthouse, there are crazy martial artists there! I can't die in another dimension!"

"Oh, don't worry about that, we like to just drop you off in whatever destination and watch you people try figuring it out yourselves. Real entertaining it is."

"Then how come I'm talking to you? Shouldn't I wake up either in someone's head or some park or somethin'? I do get my own body right?" glaring at the deity, the girl suddenly thought of something,

"I am not going to be some stupid female Ranma voice thingie!"

"Um..." not use to mortals, especially mortals who seemed to be able to break the rules of their little games and are able to bash him up, he decided to wrap this little conversation up quickly.

"Well, good luck on your trip and I'm betting on you to defeat Akane so keep on working!"

The girl found herself starting to fade away,

"Wait! Do I at least get a sizable bank account?"

Now, for the few that actually encountered this stage in any self-insert fic, most usually asked for martial arts skills, magical powers, and identities.

"Heh, not bad." Thought the deity.

"Ah, why not?" he chuckled. As the form of the girl slowly disappeared, the death threats were taken with her. Settling down with some popcorn, the deity waited for the show to begin.

Oops, best not to forget the anti-depressants. Grabbing them off a nearby, floating conveniently shelf, the deity sat back down to watch the show.

End Prologue

So what didja think?

Rena-Chan