Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Wo De Ai Ren ❯ A Piece of Love ( Chapter 5 )
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By: V. Zhao 
FInally, moving on.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
FInally, moving on.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Wo De Ai Ren
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A Ranma1/2 Fan Fic
by V. Zhao
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2... etc etc.
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Notes: I'm going on vacation in less than a week and won't be back for three weeks so the production will be slowed drastically. Okay. Let's just go on.
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Chapter 5: A Piece of Love
Your summer eyes dazzle too much
Drenched white shirt, I can't see your heart
You don't put on a smile? 'cause you who always bluff
Gazing absent-mindedly across the sea
While we are friends, the seasons pass away.
You are a Piece of Love, The last piece forgotten somewhere
At this rate it does not equal memories that do not begin
A Piece of Love, gentle words flood your heart
I can hear it; My lips want to play a new love song
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I woke up the next day and got an invitation to ANOTHER wedding. Apparently, everyone in Nerima was getting married except for me. This time it was Nabiki and Kuno. Well, guess who I ran into on the way to the wedding. Ryouga. It felt sort of weird, but after my little talk with Konatsu yesterday, I realized that Ryouga was as much as a rebound distraction to me as much as I was to him. So, I said hi. "Hi, Ryouga. Going to Nabiki's wedding?"
"Yeah. If only I could find the way..." He looked nervous. Probably still weird about me tying him up a few days ago.
"It's right over there. You can walk with me if you like." I pointed at a complex in the distance. "It's not really far."
"Oh, thanks." He fell in step next to me and walked along shuffling his feet. Well, wasn't that conversation going well. Silence. Yup, silence. I was about to say something about how nice his bandana looked that day when he surprised me by blurting out, "Hey, did you know that Akane's pregnant?"
"WHA?!? P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p..."
"Yeah, even if P-chan isn't able to sleep in the same bed anymore, I still got to sniff around. It was actually an accident... I was wandering around looking for the exit to the dojo when I got lost in this closet that was conveniently next to the bathroom..."
"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p..."
"And there was Akane with a pregnancy test. It's all her fault for talking to herself. How could I help not listening? She was saying it pretty loud, too." Ryouga frowned and contemplated the matter of him eavesdropping on Akane. "I was NOT eavesdropping," he argued to himself."
I had stopped walking/moving altogether. "P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pregnant? Is it Ranma's? Are you sure it's Ranma's?" I grabbed his collar and shook him violently. "WHAT IF IT'S NOT RANMA'S!?!? MAYBE IT'S YOURS!!!"
He looked at me with a slight tint of horror in his eyes. I let go laughing nervously and apologizing hastily. "Ha!" he snorted. "I wish it were mine. I'm pretty sure it's Ranma's. Who else's could it be? As far as I know, Ranma totally deflowered her." He brushed off the front of his shirt and straightened his collar.
And how did he know that? "And how do you know that?"
It was his turn to be awkward. "Ehehehe... Oh, just some collective info that she gave while I was P-chan."
"Well, you totally deflowered me..." I mumbled as we continued towards the wedding.
"What was that?"
"NOTHING!"
"Hey, Ukyou?"
"Yeah?"
"You're gettin' really weird. I mean, you were always weird. Kami knows everyone in this town is weird, but you've been gettin' weirder ever since Ranma and Akane got married." He reluctantly glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
Me? Weird? No way! I'm not the one who turns into a little black piglet. I'm not the one who eavesdrops on Akane in the bathroom. I'm not the one talking about deflowering people. I'm not the one who just took someone's collar and- oh wait. Yeah, that was me. "I guess so." I looked thoughtfully at the blue sky for a minute. "I don't know why. This is really strange. Maybe the whole wedding thing came as a shock to me. I AM being weirder than usual."
"Yeah, no kidding. Glad you agree." He nodded to himself and said sadly, "I never got over Akane myself. How about you? How you doing with the whole situation? Do you miss him?"
Truth be told, his question shocked me. Was I having a moment with Ryouga? A moment where both of us are sober and we are talking in our, well, his right mind? Yes, yes we were. I snorted this time. "There isn't much to miss. It's not like he was even with ME in the first place. It was always Akane. We all knew it. We just refused to admit it." I gave him a plaintive smile.
"That's amazingly deep and true. I don't know why I still hang on to her. Hey, Ukyou?" This time he looked directly at me with his sad brown eyes.
"Hm?"
"It feels good opening up to you. Maybe..."
"Yeah?" I prompted. What in the world was he getting at? I'm wasn't letting him sleep with me again!
"Maybe we can be friends." He looked at me hopefully.
"Friends?" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Sure! No problem. Hey, there's the place. Let's go in."
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I will be the last Tendo sister to get married won't I? I'm not as gullible as they think I am. I'm not as nice and pleasant either. Sure, I was okay with Ranma and Akane getting married; that was expected ever since a few years ago when he first showed up. But Nabiki? Oh come on! No one even expected her to get married at all. Actually, if I did expect her to get married, I would have thought she would have married someone like Kuno; stupid and rich. Yes, I, Kasumi Tendo, had called someone stupid, even if it was just in my head. I could see how Kuno could have fallen for her. She sure was a knockout. Most of us Tendo sisters were, just like our mother. Notice how I said MOST. Akane was no peach, but she'll live up to standards. Maybe her looks will mature in a few years.
So as I sit and watch Nabiki walk down an aisle on Oto-chan's arm in a long, flowy, white dress, my heart started to excrete a sour, acidic fluid into my bloodstream. These pangs struck me every ten seconds or so until I could take it no longer. Oh poor bitter Kasumi. Tofu will never make his move. Sigh. That's okay. I could make the move.
Yes, I, Kasumi Tendo, was taking a risk, being daring and cynical. Nabiki would be proud. Oh wait! She didn't have time to. She was too busy being married.
Now, my next problem was getting out of that place. It wouldn't be that hard since there were easily a hundred people there. Ah, the lifestyle of the rich, always tons of servants, lots and lots of servants, and guests, even more guests. I slipped out the door between two caterers and a waitress an was on my merry way to Tofu's clinic.
"Dr. Tofu?" I looked through the examination rooms. "Dr. Tofu, where are you?"
"Kasumi?" He walked out with holding bandages in his hands. "Kasumi." His glasses fogged up.
"Why didn't you come to the wedding?" I asked innocently as I strolled towards him.
"Oh. This g-guy... broken." He pointed at a patient in his examining room whose arm was bent in a strange way.
"I'm so disappointed that you didn't make it." I lowered my lashes for a dramatic effect. "I missed you," I whispered.
I think the whole room was starting to fog up. "R-really?"
"Oh, yes..." I was getting dangerously close to him. I could barely breathe, the room was so fogged up. The windows weren't even transparent anymore. "I've decided something, Dr. Tofu."
"Yeah?"
"I've decided that you should ask me out. What do you say, Tofu-toma?" I took off his glasses and rubbed the fog off of them. As I replaced them, I kissed him ever so softly on the lips. The fog became so thick that you could probably slice it with a knife.
"O-ok. Do you wanna... ramen?"
I was surprised at myself. I was sure that my estrogen level was off the roof. Hey, I got results at least. "Ramen? You mean the Nekohanten, I suppose. I'd love to go ramen with you."
"Fabulous!" His face lits up and he tossed the bandages behind him as he took my arm to leave.-
"Hey doctor!" The guy with the broken arm tried depsperately and unsuccessfully to get Tofu's attention.
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I got back to the Nekohanten as soon as the first part of Nabiki's wedding was over. Business was good these days and Cologne needed my help there not to mention Mousse's. I had just tied the straps to the apron around my waist when I saw Kasumi Tendo and that Dr. Tofu walk in. Walking over with my stenno pad, I asked impatiently, "What Shampoo get for you?"
"We'd- we'd like to feed the kitty cats some milk and..." The doctor rambled on for a while before the girl took over.
Kasumi smiled at me apologetically. "How about two bowls of your best chicken ramen?"
"Good choice. Shampoo get rigbt away." I hurried back towards the kitchen giving them one last look. Everytime that Tofu got around Kasumi, he got all incompetent. At least Mousse wasn't like THAT. He can bus the tables at least. "Mousse! Take out to table nine."
"Yes, my dear." I handed him the tray of noodles and sent him on his way. He looked back at me longingly.
"Hurry up, Mousse! Customer no like wait!"
The lunch hour was fast approaching and the prominent businessmen of Nerima spilled into the Nekohanten. "Aiya... Shampoo back hurts." I pulled the apron on tighter and bustled out with my stenno. Flitting to each table, I scrawled down order after order. One horny old toad pinched my rear which, well, provoked me to bang him on the head with the tray much like I used to do to Mousse.
"What's going on here? Are you harassing my wife?" He threaded his arm around my waist protectively.
The obnoxious man smirked. "What you gonna do about it, little man?"
"Who you calling little?" Mousse whipped out a long sword from his sleeve and pointed it at the man's nose. Instantly, he began sweating uncontrollably. "Would you like to fight me?"
"I-it's okay. I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again. Promise." The man scrambled to his feet and ran out of the restaurant.
The whole building was deathly silent as my husband slipped the sword back into his sleeve and continued to bus a table. For the rest of the meal, no one spoke once except for when I took orders. As soon as thye were done, the people filed out with the same fearful silence. You can say I was rather impressed by Mousse's display. This time his act of 'heroicy' actually worked for a change. Well, he did have the advantage that he had a huge sword and that the other guy wasn't a martial artist; he was a balding middle-aged man with a briefcase and a cell phone.
After closing time, I seeked out the man who was patiently wiping down the tables and putting up the chairs. My gaze softened as I watched him work diligently seeing that he was a good man. "Mousse..." His head snapped up at the sound of my voice. Sigh. That was his weakness. I was his weakness. "Thank you, Mousse."
"For what?" I could barely see the quizzical expression in his eyes behind his thick glasses.
"You think about it." I walked out the door on my way to Ucchan's. I had some matters to discuss with her.
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I was just about to shut off the last lights to Ucchan's when Shampoo came barging through the door. Expecting a fight, I picked up my spatula in defense. She surprised me however when she greeted me in a... civilized manner. "Good evening, Ukyou." She didn't even call me spatula-girl or anything like that.
"Hey, Shampoo. What brings you to Ucchan's? We're closed if you wanted okonomiyaki."
"No, Shampoo come see Ukyou. Shampoo and Ukyou talk." She made herself comfortable in one of my chairs and stared at me.
"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" I took a seat across from her.
"Want thank you for stop fight with pervert-girl at Shampoo wedding yesterday. Arigatou," said the Chinese girl in mer clipped Japanese.
I was taken aback be her display of gratitude. "Well, I didn't want Akane to get the best of us. Anyway, it's all for the same cause." I thought carefully before slowly pronouncing, "Gomen nasai for what I said about..."
"Ah, it okay. Shampoo say gomen also. For thing about pig-boy."
I winced. "Yeah, that's okay, too. It was true anyway. Funny thing is, he doesn't remember a thing. Apparently he was drunk off his ass. I tell ya, sugar, he even said he wanted to be friends this morning." I laughed bitterly.
Shampoo winked at me. "'While you are friends, the seasons pass away,'" she quoted. "Love comes from friends. Pig-b- ur, Ryouga not so bad. Make good airen for Ukyou. Keep eye on him so not get lost, that all. Give chance. Find love again after Ranma." Then she got up and left.
What Shampoo said stayed with me hours after I closed up and turned off the last light. In fact, those words stayed with me everyday. It was strange; Shampoo and I were becoming friends. Occasionally, when business was not so good, we would visit each other and talk about the past when we used to scheme and chase after Ranma. Sure her Japanese was bad, or horrible, but I understood her. However, it was not until Shampoo was round with child when Ryouga showed up again, looking for his friend.
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Not es: Yup, Shampoo's pregnant. I'm settin' this up here so I can have a sequel. You can see this thing going on: Nabiki, then Akane, then Shampoo. Also, if you're wondering, yes, those lyrics are from 'Piece of Love' by PICASSO from 'Nihao My Concubine.' Ah, I love that movie.
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A Ranma1/2 Fan Fic
by V. Zhao
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2... etc etc.
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Notes: I'm going on vacation in less than a week and won't be back for three weeks so the production will be slowed drastically. Okay. Let's just go on.
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Chapter 5: A Piece of Love
Your summer eyes dazzle too much
Drenched white shirt, I can't see your heart
You don't put on a smile? 'cause you who always bluff
Gazing absent-mindedly across the sea
While we are friends, the seasons pass away.
You are a Piece of Love, The last piece forgotten somewhere
At this rate it does not equal memories that do not begin
A Piece of Love, gentle words flood your heart
I can hear it; My lips want to play a new love song
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I woke up the next day and got an invitation to ANOTHER wedding. Apparently, everyone in Nerima was getting married except for me. This time it was Nabiki and Kuno. Well, guess who I ran into on the way to the wedding. Ryouga. It felt sort of weird, but after my little talk with Konatsu yesterday, I realized that Ryouga was as much as a rebound distraction to me as much as I was to him. So, I said hi. "Hi, Ryouga. Going to Nabiki's wedding?"
"Yeah. If only I could find the way..." He looked nervous. Probably still weird about me tying him up a few days ago.
"It's right over there. You can walk with me if you like." I pointed at a complex in the distance. "It's not really far."
"Oh, thanks." He fell in step next to me and walked along shuffling his feet. Well, wasn't that conversation going well. Silence. Yup, silence. I was about to say something about how nice his bandana looked that day when he surprised me by blurting out, "Hey, did you know that Akane's pregnant?"
"WHA?!? P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p..."
"Yeah, even if P-chan isn't able to sleep in the same bed anymore, I still got to sniff around. It was actually an accident... I was wandering around looking for the exit to the dojo when I got lost in this closet that was conveniently next to the bathroom..."
"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p..."
"And there was Akane with a pregnancy test. It's all her fault for talking to herself. How could I help not listening? She was saying it pretty loud, too." Ryouga frowned and contemplated the matter of him eavesdropping on Akane. "I was NOT eavesdropping," he argued to himself."
I had stopped walking/moving altogether. "P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pregnant? Is it Ranma's? Are you sure it's Ranma's?" I grabbed his collar and shook him violently. "WHAT IF IT'S NOT RANMA'S!?!? MAYBE IT'S YOURS!!!"
He looked at me with a slight tint of horror in his eyes. I let go laughing nervously and apologizing hastily. "Ha!" he snorted. "I wish it were mine. I'm pretty sure it's Ranma's. Who else's could it be? As far as I know, Ranma totally deflowered her." He brushed off the front of his shirt and straightened his collar.
And how did he know that? "And how do you know that?"
It was his turn to be awkward. "Ehehehe... Oh, just some collective info that she gave while I was P-chan."
"Well, you totally deflowered me..." I mumbled as we continued towards the wedding.
"What was that?"
"NOTHING!"
"Hey, Ukyou?"
"Yeah?"
"You're gettin' really weird. I mean, you were always weird. Kami knows everyone in this town is weird, but you've been gettin' weirder ever since Ranma and Akane got married." He reluctantly glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
Me? Weird? No way! I'm not the one who turns into a little black piglet. I'm not the one who eavesdrops on Akane in the bathroom. I'm not the one talking about deflowering people. I'm not the one who just took someone's collar and- oh wait. Yeah, that was me. "I guess so." I looked thoughtfully at the blue sky for a minute. "I don't know why. This is really strange. Maybe the whole wedding thing came as a shock to me. I AM being weirder than usual."
"Yeah, no kidding. Glad you agree." He nodded to himself and said sadly, "I never got over Akane myself. How about you? How you doing with the whole situation? Do you miss him?"
Truth be told, his question shocked me. Was I having a moment with Ryouga? A moment where both of us are sober and we are talking in our, well, his right mind? Yes, yes we were. I snorted this time. "There isn't much to miss. It's not like he was even with ME in the first place. It was always Akane. We all knew it. We just refused to admit it." I gave him a plaintive smile.
"That's amazingly deep and true. I don't know why I still hang on to her. Hey, Ukyou?" This time he looked directly at me with his sad brown eyes.
"Hm?"
"It feels good opening up to you. Maybe..."
"Yeah?" I prompted. What in the world was he getting at? I'm wasn't letting him sleep with me again!
"Maybe we can be friends." He looked at me hopefully.
"Friends?" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Sure! No problem. Hey, there's the place. Let's go in."
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I will be the last Tendo sister to get married won't I? I'm not as gullible as they think I am. I'm not as nice and pleasant either. Sure, I was okay with Ranma and Akane getting married; that was expected ever since a few years ago when he first showed up. But Nabiki? Oh come on! No one even expected her to get married at all. Actually, if I did expect her to get married, I would have thought she would have married someone like Kuno; stupid and rich. Yes, I, Kasumi Tendo, had called someone stupid, even if it was just in my head. I could see how Kuno could have fallen for her. She sure was a knockout. Most of us Tendo sisters were, just like our mother. Notice how I said MOST. Akane was no peach, but she'll live up to standards. Maybe her looks will mature in a few years.
So as I sit and watch Nabiki walk down an aisle on Oto-chan's arm in a long, flowy, white dress, my heart started to excrete a sour, acidic fluid into my bloodstream. These pangs struck me every ten seconds or so until I could take it no longer. Oh poor bitter Kasumi. Tofu will never make his move. Sigh. That's okay. I could make the move.
Yes, I, Kasumi Tendo, was taking a risk, being daring and cynical. Nabiki would be proud. Oh wait! She didn't have time to. She was too busy being married.
Now, my next problem was getting out of that place. It wouldn't be that hard since there were easily a hundred people there. Ah, the lifestyle of the rich, always tons of servants, lots and lots of servants, and guests, even more guests. I slipped out the door between two caterers and a waitress an was on my merry way to Tofu's clinic.
"Dr. Tofu?" I looked through the examination rooms. "Dr. Tofu, where are you?"
"Kasumi?" He walked out with holding bandages in his hands. "Kasumi." His glasses fogged up.
"Why didn't you come to the wedding?" I asked innocently as I strolled towards him.
"Oh. This g-guy... broken." He pointed at a patient in his examining room whose arm was bent in a strange way.
"I'm so disappointed that you didn't make it." I lowered my lashes for a dramatic effect. "I missed you," I whispered.
I think the whole room was starting to fog up. "R-really?"
"Oh, yes..." I was getting dangerously close to him. I could barely breathe, the room was so fogged up. The windows weren't even transparent anymore. "I've decided something, Dr. Tofu."
"Yeah?"
"I've decided that you should ask me out. What do you say, Tofu-toma?" I took off his glasses and rubbed the fog off of them. As I replaced them, I kissed him ever so softly on the lips. The fog became so thick that you could probably slice it with a knife.
"O-ok. Do you wanna... ramen?"
I was surprised at myself. I was sure that my estrogen level was off the roof. Hey, I got results at least. "Ramen? You mean the Nekohanten, I suppose. I'd love to go ramen with you."
"Fabulous!" His face lits up and he tossed the bandages behind him as he took my arm to leave.-
"Hey doctor!" The guy with the broken arm tried depsperately and unsuccessfully to get Tofu's attention.
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I got back to the Nekohanten as soon as the first part of Nabiki's wedding was over. Business was good these days and Cologne needed my help there not to mention Mousse's. I had just tied the straps to the apron around my waist when I saw Kasumi Tendo and that Dr. Tofu walk in. Walking over with my stenno pad, I asked impatiently, "What Shampoo get for you?"
"We'd- we'd like to feed the kitty cats some milk and..." The doctor rambled on for a while before the girl took over.
Kasumi smiled at me apologetically. "How about two bowls of your best chicken ramen?"
"Good choice. Shampoo get rigbt away." I hurried back towards the kitchen giving them one last look. Everytime that Tofu got around Kasumi, he got all incompetent. At least Mousse wasn't like THAT. He can bus the tables at least. "Mousse! Take out to table nine."
"Yes, my dear." I handed him the tray of noodles and sent him on his way. He looked back at me longingly.
"Hurry up, Mousse! Customer no like wait!"
The lunch hour was fast approaching and the prominent businessmen of Nerima spilled into the Nekohanten. "Aiya... Shampoo back hurts." I pulled the apron on tighter and bustled out with my stenno. Flitting to each table, I scrawled down order after order. One horny old toad pinched my rear which, well, provoked me to bang him on the head with the tray much like I used to do to Mousse.
"What's going on here? Are you harassing my wife?" He threaded his arm around my waist protectively.
The obnoxious man smirked. "What you gonna do about it, little man?"
"Who you calling little?" Mousse whipped out a long sword from his sleeve and pointed it at the man's nose. Instantly, he began sweating uncontrollably. "Would you like to fight me?"
"I-it's okay. I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again. Promise." The man scrambled to his feet and ran out of the restaurant.
The whole building was deathly silent as my husband slipped the sword back into his sleeve and continued to bus a table. For the rest of the meal, no one spoke once except for when I took orders. As soon as thye were done, the people filed out with the same fearful silence. You can say I was rather impressed by Mousse's display. This time his act of 'heroicy' actually worked for a change. Well, he did have the advantage that he had a huge sword and that the other guy wasn't a martial artist; he was a balding middle-aged man with a briefcase and a cell phone.
After closing time, I seeked out the man who was patiently wiping down the tables and putting up the chairs. My gaze softened as I watched him work diligently seeing that he was a good man. "Mousse..." His head snapped up at the sound of my voice. Sigh. That was his weakness. I was his weakness. "Thank you, Mousse."
"For what?" I could barely see the quizzical expression in his eyes behind his thick glasses.
"You think about it." I walked out the door on my way to Ucchan's. I had some matters to discuss with her.
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I was just about to shut off the last lights to Ucchan's when Shampoo came barging through the door. Expecting a fight, I picked up my spatula in defense. She surprised me however when she greeted me in a... civilized manner. "Good evening, Ukyou." She didn't even call me spatula-girl or anything like that.
"Hey, Shampoo. What brings you to Ucchan's? We're closed if you wanted okonomiyaki."
"No, Shampoo come see Ukyou. Shampoo and Ukyou talk." She made herself comfortable in one of my chairs and stared at me.
"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" I took a seat across from her.
"Want thank you for stop fight with pervert-girl at Shampoo wedding yesterday. Arigatou," said the Chinese girl in mer clipped Japanese.
I was taken aback be her display of gratitude. "Well, I didn't want Akane to get the best of us. Anyway, it's all for the same cause." I thought carefully before slowly pronouncing, "Gomen nasai for what I said about..."
"Ah, it okay. Shampoo say gomen also. For thing about pig-boy."
I winced. "Yeah, that's okay, too. It was true anyway. Funny thing is, he doesn't remember a thing. Apparently he was drunk off his ass. I tell ya, sugar, he even said he wanted to be friends this morning." I laughed bitterly.
Shampoo winked at me. "'While you are friends, the seasons pass away,'" she quoted. "Love comes from friends. Pig-b- ur, Ryouga not so bad. Make good airen for Ukyou. Keep eye on him so not get lost, that all. Give chance. Find love again after Ranma." Then she got up and left.
What Shampoo said stayed with me hours after I closed up and turned off the last light. In fact, those words stayed with me everyday. It was strange; Shampoo and I were becoming friends. Occasionally, when business was not so good, we would visit each other and talk about the past when we used to scheme and chase after Ranma. Sure her Japanese was bad, or horrible, but I understood her. However, it was not until Shampoo was round with child when Ryouga showed up again, looking for his friend.
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Not es: Yup, Shampoo's pregnant. I'm settin' this up here so I can have a sequel. You can see this thing going on: Nabiki, then Akane, then Shampoo. Also, if you're wondering, yes, those lyrics are from 'Piece of Love' by PICASSO from 'Nihao My Concubine.' Ah, I love that movie.