Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Dragons of Shame ❯ Chaptire 6 ( Chapter 6 )

AN: Aha, next chapter. Whee! So, how is life? How are you enjoying my story? I hope you are enjoying it to nearly an orgasmic state. Because I am. Hahaha. Well…I'm taking a bit of a different approach to it…different from what I had before….but I believe it will be ten times better than what it would have been. Soon I will begin the reconstruction of the previous chapters. And then I will be worshiped! HA!

 

Enjoy: chapter six “There's s new wind approaching”

 

 

The sun shone brightly through the open window, into the bedroom and directly onto the bed. Botan groaned sleepily and rolled over, turning her back on the sun only to be disappointed with the reflection of the mirrors on her closet. She sat up and looked at the clock. 12: 05 p.m.

 

She'd overslept on purpose. She was silently punishing her son, as immature as it may seem, she was just too angry with Ranma to speak to him at the moment. With a disgruntled sigh she got out of bed and walked to her bathroom, desiring nothing more than to brush her teeth, shower, dress and go out. She would have to wear a disguise, and would more than likely have to put up or ignore the whistles and calls of the horny human men, but it wasn't anything she hadn't dealt with before.

 

 

After she had showered and dressed, and put on her long dark brown wig and blue contacts, Botan grabbed her purse and went downstairs. She frowned slightly as she noticed her keys weren't in her purse, and realized she must have left them in the kitchen the previous night. As she passed the dining room, something caught her eye.

 

A bouquet of bush pink roses, and snow white baby's breath, it had been so long since anyone had given her flowers. Actually, the only person who had ever given her roses was…

 

With a shake of her head, she rid herself of the memory and began to read the card. Ranma's words touched her and she felt as if her heart would break. More than likely, he had wanted to give them to her in person, but she had not given him the chance last night. A sudden wave of guilt swept through her and she felt extremely foolish. She was acting like a child, no wonder Ranma treated her like one.

 

Deciding to make things right, she tore off her wig and set her purse down and walked into the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves. She was going to cook Ranma all of his favorite foods. When he came home, she would be the one asking for forgiveness.

 

 

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Ranma walked into the school that morning feeling utterly defeated, his mother had not been awake that morning. He had to grab a cheap pack of rice balls for breakfast from the convenience store on his way to school. But his stomach still growled with hunger, and he wouldn't be able to eat again until twelve thirty. He glanced at the clock above the teacher's desk: it was only 7:30. He growled and thumped his head on the desk several times until he was dizzy, both from hunger and a headache.

 

The Urameshi twins and Kazuma watched him idly. “What the hell is wrong with him?” asked Yuji confused, receiving just as confused shrugs from the other two.

 

“M-maybe we should go talk to him?” Kazuma said slowly, Yuji glowered at him.

 

“That would be smart, yeah. Because we SO want to be his friend, `Zuma. Maybe, when we become best friends forever, he'll braid our hair! Oh, oh and THEN, he can start dating your sister! Wouldn't that be lovely? Oh I can just picture, it holidays in Morocco, wouldn't that be delightful?” Yuji rolled his eyes and punched Kazuma in the arm when finished ranting “USE that gushy pink thing between your ears, Kazuma.”

 

Yuki sighed and looked away from them, and gazed at Ranma's back. Ranma was different, that was for sure, he was quiet and kind and handsome, and certainly had a mean side. But there was something else about him that was altogether…sad. As if he held all of this knowledge and all of these secrets but nobody to share them with. Now that Yuki thought about it, nobody had ever seen Ranma around town, or out with anyone.

 

Yuki didn't even think Ranma had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend if that's what his style was…a slight flush crept upon his face. What if Ranma really was gay…? Would he ever pick someone like…”Yuki?” Yuji's voice suddenly snapped Yuki out of his daydreams, the bell had just rung and everyone was filing to their seats before the teacher walked in. “What's with you?”

 

“Nothing.” Yuki said quickly, dismissing his brother's odd stare “Just sit down and finish copying my homework before the teacher comes in!”

 

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It was nearly ten o'clock, the class had gone outside for gym and the guys were playing baseball. The boys, along with all the other classes, were divided into two teams. Yuji and Kazuma were put on the “B” team, while Yuki and Ranma were on the “A” team. However, Ranma had complained of not feeling well and was sitting out in the dugout, much to the rest of the team's disappointment. Ranma was the star player, both pitching and batting, of the school.

 

Yuki took the chance to learn more about Ranma without the interference of Yuji or Kazuma, by faking a slight injury and being sent to the dugout. He plopped down on the long, blue bench a foot between him and Ranma, who had his eyes closed. Yuki cleared his throat in attempt to get Ranma's attention, but to no avail. Instead he spoke, “So…”

 

Ranma still didn't open his eyes, but Yuki continued “…Do you think `A' team will get slaughtered without you, Ranma?” Still no answer, Yuki sighed and scooted a bit closer, and with only a few inches between them, Yuki's heart was racing a bit. “Uhm, Ranma…?” He gave Ranma a tentative pat on the shoulder, he flinched violently and fell off the bench.

 

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ranma bellowed angrily, Yuki gasped and turned red.

 

“I am SO sorry, Ranma!” He said worriedly, helping the other boy up. “I didn't think you would—“

 

“I don't remember giving you the fucking permission to touch me!” Ranma snarled, jerking his hand out of Yuki's helping grasp “Don't you ever do that again, got it?” Yuki furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, face still apple red. Ranma glared at him and sat back down, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

Yuki sat down again, sure to keep a foot away again, he kept glancing at Ranma. The looks didn't go unnoticed “WHAT?!” Ranma snapped, Yuki nearly jumped a foot in the air.

 

“Sorry…” he mumbled “I just…I was just wondering if you were okay…”

 

Ranma gave him a questioning stare “I'm in the dugout and not playing, right?” Yuki nodded “Then why would you ask such a stupid question?”

 

“Well, because…”

 

“Let me guess your brother manipulated you into checking if I was ill so you could get me while I was dow—“

 

“—I thought we could be friends.” Ranma gave a small gasp and stared at Yuki, who had turned an even brighter shade of red. “I'm not like my brother, we're twins but we're total opposites…I have no interest in being the `toughest' guy in school.”

 

Ranma could only stare in shock, something like this had never ever happened before. Nobody had ever asked him if they could be friends, everyone always acted as if they were friends. But Ranma had never considered anyone a friend, they were…unnecessary. “I…” he stuttered “I, uh, I don't know…I don't really—“

 

“Well, I don't expect you to become my friend all of a sudden.” Yuki informed, his crimson color was fading “I just thought maybe we could hang out or something-”

 

“Where…did this come from, suddenly?” Ranma cut in “you've never really spoken to me before. You're brother is the one who always did, mainly talking smack, but still…” Yuki gave a small laugh and ran a hand through his black hair.

 

“Yeah.” He said awkwardly “But I guess that's why I'm starting today. I noticed that you hardly ever talk to anyone, I mean, girls talk to you but you hardly ever talk back…and I also noticed you weren't feeling well today, and I don't mean just physically—“

 

“I'm not a nut case.” Ranma said placidly, staring straight at him, Yuki chuckled again and shook his head.

 

“No, I mean like you have something on your mind, but you don't have anyone to talk to about it.”

 

“Oh.” Ranma replied, sitting back against the wall again and closing his eyes “Yeah, I guess you're right.” A comfortable silence passed, during which Yuki took the opportunity to gaze at Ranma as he had done in class so many times before. But sitting behind the mysterious, red eyed boy Yuki Urameshi had only gotten to know his back.

 

“I guess…” Ranma said after a moment, opening his eyes and pushing back his hair “We can…go hang out or something. But…I don't want this getting out. I mean, I normally stay out of eyesight from everyone around town. I don't need that `get off my turf' bull crap. That's not my scene.” Yuki laughed.

 

“Yeah,” he said “I understand. My brother gets that way sometimes.”

 

“He especially can't know.” Ranma informed a bit menacingly “If we're friends, then we share stuff…or whatever, right?” Yuki nodded “Well, then, as friends you can't tell him anything I tell you. Agreed?”

 

“Agreed.” Yuki smiled again and was about to speak again when gym class was dismissed and they were sent back to class. Since Ranma and Yuki didn't participate, they didn't need to change and went ahead of everyone else back to class. On the way, however, Ranma slowed his pace and began to slump against the wall.

 

“Ranma!” Yuki exclaimed in surprise, rushing next to him he held up the other boy before he could fall “What's wrong?” Ranma snorted and shrugged him away.

 

“Nothing…I'm just hungry and tired.” He informed, straightening back up and gaining balance “Didn't sleep well last night and I haven't really eaten since yesterday morning.” Yuki gave him a concerned stare and said nothing until they were in the classroom again, where he pulled out a fat, round meat bun from his lunch.

 

“Here, you can eat this until lunch time.” Ranma gave him an odd look “Ha, ha. It isn't poisoned or anything. My mother made it for me…I don't think she would poison her own child.” Ranma took the meat bun and smirked.

 

“I don't know, these days mothers can be pretty psycho. You never know.” Yuki laughed and shook his head, Ranma took a huge bite of the given meat bun after thanking his new-found friend. Due to lack of proper food for the past day and a half, it was the most delicious thing in the world. He could taste the flour and the moist meat, it was still warm.

 

Yuki couldn't help but laugh before he sat back down as the rest of the students filed into class. The day seemed to pass by quicker and before either one of the boys knew it, lunch had come and they were up on the roof together eating, talking about different things. Laughing at the stories Yuki told about his brother and father, it was the first time Yuki had heard Ranma laugh, or even smile. It was a warm and gentle smile, although Yuki didn't know it, the smile belonged to his mother.

 

It was a smile that very few people had ever seen, even Yusuke and Koenma and almost all the other Spirit Detectives had seen it. “What about you, Ranma?” Yuki asked after one particular funny story where Yuji had fallen down off the trampoline and into a huge pile of wet mud.

 

“What's that?” Ranma asked, taking a swig of his drink.

 

“Do you have any funny stories of family members doing funny stuff?” Ranma chuckled a little and looked out the roof gate at the people below.

 

“Nah,” he said after a moment “It's just been me and my mom since I can remember. We never really did anything funny like that…although one time my master had been training me and some other guys when he farted and accidentally dropped a load in his pants.” They burst into laughter and after a moment, when they had settled down again, Yuki realized he had just been told something nobody else knew.

 

“You had a master?” He asked.

 

“Yeah, my martial arts master.” Ranma replied “I've been training since I was…four or five. I don't remember now, it's been a long time.” Yuki nodded slowly.

 

“So, you have other friends from your martial arts class?”

 

Ranma shook his head “No, after a year of training twenty people he chose only six of us to continue the training. We aren't really `friends,' we're just teammates.”

 

“Teammates for what?” Yuki asked, but Ranma dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

 

“Not important.” The bell suddenly rang and he started walking to the door “But let's go back to class.” And as they walked back to class Yuki couldn't help but feel much closer to Ranma than anyone else at the entire school.

 

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At the end of the day Ranma had slipped Yuki his cell phone number and was on his way to the flower shop to return his filled out application. Although he did feel a pang of guilt for the fake name, “Ranma Wu K'ung” but it was for his mother's protection. Even if she was mad at him, oh. The thought kind of stung him a bit and left him feeling numb for a long time. He was still numb when he walked into the flower shop where Kurama was standing alone, flipping through a book behind the cash register.

 

“Hello, welcome—oh!” Kurama smiled brightly as Ranma walked in with a smile “How are you?”

 

“I'm good, thanks. How are you?” Ranma replied, eyeing Kurama's long hair, it was sort of fluffy.

 

“Swell, thank you, we were pretty busy today, actually.” Kurama was still smiling “How did the flowers work out?”

 

“Oh,” Ranma started, he had almost forgotten “They worked great thank you so much. They were awesome.”

 

“Good!” Kurama stowed away his book behind the desk as Ranma handed him the application. Kurama glanced over it for a few moments and then stowed it away “So! When can you start?”

 

Ranma's eyebrows went up in surprise “Uhm, what? You're just going to hire me? Just like that?'

 

Kurama nodded “Just like that. So, when can you start?”

 

“Oh, uh, tomorrow after school, if you—“

 

“Great!” Kurama stepped around and began to show Ranma all that was supposed to be done. Feed the plants, water them, go to the back, and do the same. “And I will show you how to use the cash register tomorrow, first hand, it's easier that way.”

 

“Right.” Ranma nodded and smiled a bit “So, I guess, the uniform—“

 

“Oh, yes…” Kurama pursed his lips “Well, just wear a white shirt, black pants and I will give you an apron. But that's it.”

 

“Okay, then.” Ranma was in a slight state of shock, it was moving a bit too fast for him. He made his first real friend and now he had a job. What a freaky day. And when he went home, he was hugged by his tearful mother who apologized a hundred times, and had him sit down and eat to his heart's content. She kissed him and thanked him for the flowers before he went upstairs to shower and then go to bed.

 

He was standing under the faucet with his back facing it, letting the hot water cascade down his toned back. Allowing it to run over the now healed over scars from countless fights and battles he had fought years before. But they weren't on his mind, what was on his mind was Yuki. He had been so nice to him today.

 

It was weird. Not a bad weird, it was a pleasant weird. Ranma chuckled a little bit and began to wash himself, still thinking about his new friend. As he washed his abdomen he wondered if Yuki was well-built like him. He knew Yuki did martial arts, he had heard the Urameshi twins complain about it in class.

 

Suddenly his phone rang and Ranma nearly jumped a foot in the air, he reached out of the shower blindly, searching for his phone which had skidded out of his thrown clothes and almost near the door. He got out of the shower, naked and slippery and answered it before the very last ring. ”H-hello?”

 

“Ranma?” came the voice on the other end “It's Yuki.”

 

“Oh, hey!” Ranma replied, attempting to sit on the sink but slipping because he was still wet “What's up?”

 

“Nothing, I got a chance to get away from Yuji so I thought I would call…I didn't call at a bad time, did I?” Ranma glanced at the still running shower and seriously contemplated calling him back.

 

“No, it's alright. I'm not busy.” He lied

 

“Oh, okay, well…” Yuki started “I was wondering if maybe we could do something after school tomorrow…Yuji is spending the weekend at Kazuma's house, since it's the weekend.”

 

Ranma sighed “Aw, man, I can't I have work.”

 

“Oh, that's cool. Where do you work?”

 

“Oh its just a small place near my house,” Ranma didn't want to go into details too soon “Why don't we just go during school?” Yuki almost gasped on the other end.

 

“You mean skip school?” Ranma chuckled a bit at his answer and told him yes “But won't we get into trouble?”

 

Yes, they would have gotten into trouble, Ranma had been any normal student. However, because of Ranma's high status, he had easy access in and out of the school at any time with no questions asked. He could simply say his mother needed him for a small emergency and leave for the rest for the rest of the day to spend at the arcade or wherever he felt like going. He could also have another student “escort” him and the other student wouldn't have to worry about anything either. These were just a few of the small perks that came with being “perfection”

 

When Ranma informed Yuki of this he was still a bit hesitant, but soon remembered that it had been a while since he'd had a day off at school. And Yuki was certain that his parents would understand if he said he was helping out another student. There would not be any problem with that. And so it was agreed, the two would stay for an hour before Ranma decided he wasn't feeling well and asked to go home, and Yuki, being a good student, would offer to walk him home.

 

After they hung up, Ranma finished his shower in the now cold water and then went to bed. He stared up at the ceiling, only slightly tired, and thought about his day. It had been a very odd day, very odd indeed. And he was sure the next day would be even more odd, for there was a new wind approaching. And it was coming fast.

 

 

 

 

AN: Yes, a bit of a long chapter, but I think it works out lovely, don't you? Yes,I am definitely taking a new approach to it. A very new approach, indeed. Hahaha. SO! For the agenda of the next chapter: I have decided that I HATE Ranma's emo hair style, therefore I am giving him a hair cut.. Yep. Mainly, he will be cutting those hideous bangs. They were cute in 9th grade before Emo took over, but now—they are ickie. Yay! Rejoice, rejoice, hallelujah blah blah blah…

 

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