Chapter: Shit happens

moonlight drunkenness
a Ranma ½ fanfiction
from Sojachan

Shit Happens

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"DAMNED!"
With a panicked expression on her face, my usually calm sister raced towards the kitchen.
Loud swearing rang out and the unpleasant smell of burned fish oozed out towards me.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "What's going on Kasumi?", I called out to the wailing pile of misery as `It´ sat down next to me, cursing.
"The 4th Akane, the 4th ...", she tore her hair desperately "I doubt my abilities, I'm getting old ...!".
I patted her trembling hand reassuringly, "Nonsense, you're 20. That's not old - you're not old." With a stern look, I looked into her hazel eyes.
Kasumi sighed.
"You're right ... oh, I don't know what's wrong with me!"
Checking out I put my hand on her forehead: "You have a fever!"
"FEVER? But ... but I can't get sick now, tonight it isFixed and ... "
"What a party?"
Nabiki gave me a fleeting smile.
"I didn't know anything about that! WHAT is going on here?"

"Kasi-chan has a fever, she is nervous, her fish is burned, nothing more."
Nabiki nodded firmly. "And what kind of festival is that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't know anything about a party either, someone probably forgot to tell us again.
"It's Mr. Saotome's birthday, well ... actually only tomorrow. Father wanted to organize a surprise party for tonight and he said, I'll quote:" Nabiki is for sale "."
Kasumi finished her speech and fixed the said 'buyer' with a stern look.
"So everyone but me knew about it or what ?!" she growled slightly indignant.
I slowly shook my head.
"I didn't know anything either."
"You would have told Ranma and he would have told Saotome-san - says father!"
I noticed that my heart began to riot when she pronounced his name ...
"Ranma".

Last night we had been sitting together behind the Doujo.Last night he had stroked her hair with loving care.
Last night he had told me something that I had known for a long time.
Last night he got me to do something that I should have done much earlier.
The time that we now lived together had not passed us without a trace,
we got older.
We were still arguing - this was really inevitable - but every word
every stroke, every single look had become 'different'.
Now had a tender aftertaste.

I looked shyly at the floor.
"I'm not that kind of sneak either!"

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"So a birthday party ?!"
He frowned thoughtfully.
He was tense, you could almost say he was scared. Ranma gave me a worried look while his hand trembled slightly and clawed the sheets of the bed.
"Who's coming?"
That certain something was suddenly missing in his voice, it seemed cold,
In general, everything was different: the posture of his body, his irregular breathing - theseemptiness in his gaze.
It started to rain slowly and I fell on the bed next to him.
"Why are you scared?"
He was silent and stared embarrassed into my face, slowly he raised his voice:
"I'm not afraid, macho woman!"
"You are getting out of Ranma ..."
With an unmistakable gesture, he indicated the window.
"If you think I'm a coward ...PLEASE, here is the door!"
"Ranma, this is not a door!"
With a badly played angry expression, he glared at me while he slowly got up from his bed. "You have no idea ...", Now he was serious.
"How do you mean?"
His look was uncanny to me, it wasn't indifference that resonated in his voice, I was right in my assumption. He was afraid.
Ranma Saotome was scared, the great fighter, the egocentric macho, `my´ Ranma Saotome was scared.
Just what?

"You don't know what he's done. You don't know how many people I was supposedly promised for a bowl of rice - by the way, I'm not sure myself -.But one thing is clear to me: I've been lucky too often ... tell me who's coming! "
"I ... I don't know Ranma."
Slowly he began to laugh, laughing half-heartedly and coldly, as if the fact was
possibly every mortal enemy of his father turned up tonight at the Tendo Doujo a big funny laughing act. Ha ha Ranma, very funny.
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"Kasumiiiii!"
Of course she hadn't given up.
Armed with a wooden spoon and apron, she waged war against the enemy named Oven, whose burning mouth threatened again to burn the scales of a poor young fish.
She eyed the interior of the monster rigidly and triumphantly pulled out a deliciously suntanned child of the sea.
"It is done Akane!"
Her fawn-brown almond eyes shone towards me as she presented the prepared delicacies with a broad grin.
"I tamed the beast."
My eyes skeptically wandered in the direction of the stove from whose opening the heat was still pouring into the room."I'm happy for you Kasumi ... but what I actually wanted to ask ... WHO is coming to Genma's party?"
She looked at me thoughtfully, her china-like hands buried in her skirt pocket.
"So you know ... I think father took Saotome-san's address book and invited everyone to it ..."
"You are joking?"
Surely my sister shook her brown hair and turned back to the radishes, which were lonely and alone on the light brown cutting board and eke out the last few seconds of their existence.
She had said all of them. Well, whatever 'all' meant, this strange feeling in my stomach was probably just my imagination ...

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While I was inspecting the inside of my desk, there was a knock on my door and my sister, 14 months older, stepped in without any permission.
"Akane phone ... Hayagami I think!"
Regardless of loss, she threw the phone in my direction and slammed the door of my room.
After turning the device a little back and forth, I got the pitiful calls from my friend.
"Yoko-chan?"
"Akane? Aaah, well your sister was a bit harsh on the phone ..."
"Sorry ..." Yes, politeness has never been Nabiki's strong point.
[i]"What is it?"
"Oh, you know Yoruhima-kun had to cancel at short notice - you know: we wanted to go to the cinema -
And I'm sitting here on two cards and thinking if you might want to go to the cinema and afterwards
Shopping tour ... don't disappoint me, I don't want to take Ane-chan with me ... "
I suspected the contents of my wallet, thought briefly and:
"Okay, let's say at two-thirty, with me? And sorry that it didn't work out with Yoruhima ..."It was true, Yoko had clearly sounded sad, she had been on the date for a long time pleased.
"Sure, thanks. See you then ..." tuuut tuuut tuuut

My attention has now been drawn to my closet
and the obligatory question was once again:What am I wearing?...

¯ * ¯ * ¯ * ¯ * ¯When the doorbell rang at half past two on the dot, I looked like a scarecrow, including the crows that circled around me bringing death - metaphorically speaking, of course.
I now really had irrefutable proof that black mini skirts and four inch heels with a low cut top looked terrible on me.
"God macho woman do you want to scare the neighbors?"
Was the first thing my ears picked up when I left my room.
But unfortunately the only thing I managed was a 'small' push with the hammer ...
After all, my fiancé was now stuck to the floor ...

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Yoko was calm when we left the theater, strangely calm.
She stared, depressed, at the gray asphalt covered with chewing gum and cigarettes.
She chewed on her perfectly manicured fingernails while her hand was buried in the dark red puma bag and was desperately searching for her cigarette box.
The object of desire in the trembling hands she pulled out said hand again and breathed deeply."What's up Yoko?"
A soft click and a reddish flame lit the cigarette.
Yoko didn't move.
"Yoko, you tell me what is going on right now!"
"Did you see who was sitting in front of us?"
"..."
Of course I recognized Yoruhima, just like the red-haired girl who was kissing him wildly, but I wasn't the only one.
"What a wanker ..."
The smoke stalk broke in two in Yoko's lips and fell to the floor.
"I do not want to any more…"
Yoko turned his back on me and left, just leaving me standing there without a word of goodbye.
Slowly it dawned and I also made my way home, excited about what to expect.

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Music boomed loudly towards me as I carefully opened the door.
A slightly drunk Happosai jumped up to greet me warmly.
"Akane my angel, come into my arms."
It was clear that he would never achieve his goal.I smiled as Happosai slumped to the ground under the force of Ranma's fist.
"Tadaima ..."

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Okay, it's not really long now, GOMEN ...
And my writing style * aaaaarg * (that was much better in the prologue ... I'm getting worse and worse * drop *) ...
Well, thank you very much to all comic writers, feel cuddled.
I'm sorry that you had to wait so long for this part, but the next one it will probably take again, I have so little time, but it will continue, I promise and the next one will be longer again - and hopefully better -
I think it would be good if you weren't put off and read on ...