Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Deeply Blue Summer Skies ❯ Deeply Blue Summer Skies ( Chapter 1 )
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By: V. Zhao 
Whole story.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Whole story.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Deeply Blue Summer Skies
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A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by V. Zhao
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Disc laimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Kitty, etc.
None of it belongs to me.
Author's Notes: This is a short little fic I wrote about Shampoo. It
started out angsty and ended up WAFFY. I was having a slight emotional
breakdown at that moment.
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< br> "Call me. Call me, please," I had begged him mentally over and
over again as if I had kept repeating it in my head that somehow he'd
get the message. I knew it was impossible to have him know how I
felt, or how strongly I felt. My attraction to him had grown into a
deeper kind of worship where he was both my earth and sky. To live
without him would be an utter hell on earth.
It was also rediculous to think I could love anyone but him like
Mousse thought. Mousse was a fool. Sometimes, though, I liked to see
him grovel at my feet like I was a queen or a goddess. Purposely I
would lead him on to watch him devote his whole heart to me. I would
toss it around in my hands with pleasure. I love to possess. To me, he
was just another trophy, not a particularly shiny one, but a trophy
none the less. It's true. I had left a modest trail of broken hearts
back in China, but I myself have felt my affections been trampled on
brutally. None like Ranma. Never like Ranma had.
To think, I, the greatest Amazon warrior in my village, was
waitressing for a living. And I, the beautiful girl that every sane
man had wanted to marry, was pining over a different man, a man barely
worthy of this splendor. Somehow, I still wanted him on those nights
when the stars would sparkle in the rich blue of the summer sky. That
was the way love should be. Shooting through the deeply blue summer
skies with a billion stars greeting you. I don't know why I thought
Ranma would open up this magical world to me.
I had made up my mind. I would no longer go through the anguish
of waiting for him. Picking up the phone, I dialed quickly. Nabiki
picked up the phone. With my clipped Japanese I asked, "Hello?
Mercenary girl? Where Ranma?"
"Oh, Shampoo," Nabiki replied cooly. "He's not available right
now."
"Ranma out?" My heart skipped a beat. Was he coming to visit me?
"Well, not exactly. He and Akane accidentally got into some of
the passion spice you brought by last time. They're upstairs making
out." The middle tendo snorted.
I dropped the phone and put my hand on the table to stop myself
from collapsing. The passion spice? Why had she brought that wretched
concoction to the Tendo Dojo? Oh why, why? Now Ranma was in the arms
of that nasty, little, uncute, pervert girl. The sky started to fall.
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Mousse heard a clatter in Shampoo's room like something falling.
About a hour later, when there continuously had no signs of movement,
he decided to see what was up. He dared not to enter, but opened the
door a crack so he could see the sight inside. And what a sight it
was. Shampoo was lying on the ground, the side of her face pressed up
against the floor staring blankly at the wall before her. She was
deathly pale and murmuring something to herself under her breath.
"Shampoo!" He rushed over and held her up in her arms. She
glanced at him briefly and then looked away again. "Shampoo, what's
wrong?" he asked shaking her gently.
"My whole sky has fallen," she replied meekly in Mandarin. "The
whole sky..."
"What do you mean you're sky has fallen? What happened?" He
wrinkled his brow in concern. When he received no answer, he looked
around and speculated the room. Everything seemed to be orderly except
for the telephone receiver on the floor. "Who did you call?"
"I-I called Ranma." She started to sob. "And-and Nabiki s-said,"
her shoulders shook violently, "th-that h-he and Akane were doing all
sorts of improper things because of the passion spice." The last part
came in rush.
Secretly, Mousse felt triumphant. Finally, saotome was out of
his way and Shampoo was all his. He was ready to smirk with victory
when he saw the expression on his love's face. Instead, he helped her
off the floor and watched as she brushed off the front of her dress.
"It was my fault," she retorted suddenly. "It was my fault. I
WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THE PASSION SPICE! I AM THE ONE WHO BROUGHT MY
OWN DOOM!" Her eyes seeked him desperately.
"I'm sure it's not your fault, Shampoo. I mean, anything could
of se-"
"Mousse," she said huskily cutting him off. "Mousse... do you
remember that summer?"
"What summer?" He could feel an unpleasant warmth rush up to his
neck. She was getting closer and closer to him.
"That summer," she whispered into his ear. "Don't you remember?
When we were fourteen. Remember now?"
The heat creeped up to the very tip of his ears where her breath
and brushed against so softly. Reluctantly, he nodded a little. "Yes,
I remember. That night when I brought you up to the roof of my house."
"And do you remember what you said to me up there?" Her arms
where now entertwined around his neck and shoulders and in his hair.
Their faces where pressed so close together that he could smell the
faint scent of her lipstick and shampoo. "You must remember."
"Yes,yes. Of course. I told you that that was what love was
suppose to be like, shooting through the deeply blue summer skies with
a billion stars greeting you." After the final word slipped from his
tongue, she pressed her mouth passionately against his.
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I laid on my back ontop of the roof of the Nekohanten staring at
the summer sky. An autumnal breeze made me shiver as it shyly made
it's first appearance of the year. Fall was fast approaching as my
worship for Ranma was slowly fading. Next to me, Mousse slept soundly
as naked as I was. Quietly, I snuggled up in his arms and sighed.
I had known as soon as I had heard about Ranma and Akane that he
was not the one. He would never help me enter this world. There was
another who would take me there and beyond, the one who introduced me
to this amazing feeling called love. They had both been young and
fresh and naive to any real pains. All they knew was a kind of pure
love for each other.
He had confessed his love for her that night on the roof in
China and secretly vowed that he would marry her someday. The truth
was that Mousse had never lied. She had once loved him.
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End. WAFFY or what?
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A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by V. Zhao
---------------------------------------------------------
Disc laimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Kitty, etc.
None of it belongs to me.
Author's Notes: This is a short little fic I wrote about Shampoo. It
started out angsty and ended up WAFFY. I was having a slight emotional
breakdown at that moment.
---------------------------------------------------------
< br> "Call me. Call me, please," I had begged him mentally over and
over again as if I had kept repeating it in my head that somehow he'd
get the message. I knew it was impossible to have him know how I
felt, or how strongly I felt. My attraction to him had grown into a
deeper kind of worship where he was both my earth and sky. To live
without him would be an utter hell on earth.
It was also rediculous to think I could love anyone but him like
Mousse thought. Mousse was a fool. Sometimes, though, I liked to see
him grovel at my feet like I was a queen or a goddess. Purposely I
would lead him on to watch him devote his whole heart to me. I would
toss it around in my hands with pleasure. I love to possess. To me, he
was just another trophy, not a particularly shiny one, but a trophy
none the less. It's true. I had left a modest trail of broken hearts
back in China, but I myself have felt my affections been trampled on
brutally. None like Ranma. Never like Ranma had.
To think, I, the greatest Amazon warrior in my village, was
waitressing for a living. And I, the beautiful girl that every sane
man had wanted to marry, was pining over a different man, a man barely
worthy of this splendor. Somehow, I still wanted him on those nights
when the stars would sparkle in the rich blue of the summer sky. That
was the way love should be. Shooting through the deeply blue summer
skies with a billion stars greeting you. I don't know why I thought
Ranma would open up this magical world to me.
I had made up my mind. I would no longer go through the anguish
of waiting for him. Picking up the phone, I dialed quickly. Nabiki
picked up the phone. With my clipped Japanese I asked, "Hello?
Mercenary girl? Where Ranma?"
"Oh, Shampoo," Nabiki replied cooly. "He's not available right
now."
"Ranma out?" My heart skipped a beat. Was he coming to visit me?
"Well, not exactly. He and Akane accidentally got into some of
the passion spice you brought by last time. They're upstairs making
out." The middle tendo snorted.
I dropped the phone and put my hand on the table to stop myself
from collapsing. The passion spice? Why had she brought that wretched
concoction to the Tendo Dojo? Oh why, why? Now Ranma was in the arms
of that nasty, little, uncute, pervert girl. The sky started to fall.
---------------------------------------------------------
Mousse heard a clatter in Shampoo's room like something falling.
About a hour later, when there continuously had no signs of movement,
he decided to see what was up. He dared not to enter, but opened the
door a crack so he could see the sight inside. And what a sight it
was. Shampoo was lying on the ground, the side of her face pressed up
against the floor staring blankly at the wall before her. She was
deathly pale and murmuring something to herself under her breath.
"Shampoo!" He rushed over and held her up in her arms. She
glanced at him briefly and then looked away again. "Shampoo, what's
wrong?" he asked shaking her gently.
"My whole sky has fallen," she replied meekly in Mandarin. "The
whole sky..."
"What do you mean you're sky has fallen? What happened?" He
wrinkled his brow in concern. When he received no answer, he looked
around and speculated the room. Everything seemed to be orderly except
for the telephone receiver on the floor. "Who did you call?"
"I-I called Ranma." She started to sob. "And-and Nabiki s-said,"
her shoulders shook violently, "th-that h-he and Akane were doing all
sorts of improper things because of the passion spice." The last part
came in rush.
Secretly, Mousse felt triumphant. Finally, saotome was out of
his way and Shampoo was all his. He was ready to smirk with victory
when he saw the expression on his love's face. Instead, he helped her
off the floor and watched as she brushed off the front of her dress.
"It was my fault," she retorted suddenly. "It was my fault. I
WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THE PASSION SPICE! I AM THE ONE WHO BROUGHT MY
OWN DOOM!" Her eyes seeked him desperately.
"I'm sure it's not your fault, Shampoo. I mean, anything could
of se-"
"Mousse," she said huskily cutting him off. "Mousse... do you
remember that summer?"
"What summer?" He could feel an unpleasant warmth rush up to his
neck. She was getting closer and closer to him.
"That summer," she whispered into his ear. "Don't you remember?
When we were fourteen. Remember now?"
The heat creeped up to the very tip of his ears where her breath
and brushed against so softly. Reluctantly, he nodded a little. "Yes,
I remember. That night when I brought you up to the roof of my house."
"And do you remember what you said to me up there?" Her arms
where now entertwined around his neck and shoulders and in his hair.
Their faces where pressed so close together that he could smell the
faint scent of her lipstick and shampoo. "You must remember."
"Yes,yes. Of course. I told you that that was what love was
suppose to be like, shooting through the deeply blue summer skies with
a billion stars greeting you." After the final word slipped from his
tongue, she pressed her mouth passionately against his.
---------------------------------------------------------
I laid on my back ontop of the roof of the Nekohanten staring at
the summer sky. An autumnal breeze made me shiver as it shyly made
it's first appearance of the year. Fall was fast approaching as my
worship for Ranma was slowly fading. Next to me, Mousse slept soundly
as naked as I was. Quietly, I snuggled up in his arms and sighed.
I had known as soon as I had heard about Ranma and Akane that he
was not the one. He would never help me enter this world. There was
another who would take me there and beyond, the one who introduced me
to this amazing feeling called love. They had both been young and
fresh and naive to any real pains. All they knew was a kind of pure
love for each other.
He had confessed his love for her that night on the roof in
China and secretly vowed that he would marry her someday. The truth
was that Mousse had never lied. She had once loved him.
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End. WAFFY or what?