As the Donut is Round (Ranma/SM One Shot, Possible fukufic)
Yeah, I just came up with this idea all of a sudden. So, yeah. Leaving a part of it, gonna be posting the rest later after I fine tune them.
PS: Oh, and PLEASE don't ask me where I got the title from.
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As the Donut is Round
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The Juuban District was one of the more urban areas of Tokyo. Though this part of the city was still ridden with some problems, it was usually broken at least once a week, which made the place more lively on ‘off’ days, when there was no so called ‘baddie-of-the-week’ around. So many people were enjoying the afternoon, and went about their business.
Suffice to say, one currently female Ranma Saotome found it more peaceful than the Nerima District (where chaos and randomness reigned 24/7) sitting in a small local café, sipping at some hot chocolate she held in her left hand to drive away the cooling fall air, and occasionally nibbling on a donut she held in her right, with the table she was seated on containing a full plate warm, fresh-baked of donuts, which, to the shock of anyone that knew Ranma Saotome, was not being devoured at some ungodly speed by said currently red-headed, female teen.
In fact, anyone who did know Ranma would be confused, and a number of questions would pop into their heads; the more prominent ones being:
1. What was Ranma doing in a district which was quite far from Nerima?
2. Why was s/he not wet, given that s/he is currently female?
3. Why is Ranma sitting calmly in a café?
4. Why is s/he not eating those plateful of donuts like they were about to grow legs and run away?
5. Why hot chocolate?
6. How DID she pay for the donuts and hot chocolate?
If anyone asked Ranma those questions, her answer would be simple and as follows: Akane, Akane, Akane, Akane, because she liked hot chocolate more than coffee, and because she in fact do have some money hidden away in her subspace where she kept some of her more personal things. Besides the last two, there was a very good reason why Ranma would have answered as she did.
That morning started out like the usual mornings at the Tendo Dojo: Ranma and Genma’s morning spar, both falling or getting thrown into the Tendo pond, changing both into their cursed forms, girl for Ranma and panda for Genma, continuing the spar until Kasumi calls everyone for breakfast, going to breakfast after getting some hot water, Ranma and Genma having their morning speed-eating ‘spar’, finishing breakfast, getting ready for school, and finally leaving for school. The way to school was a bit odd, as the ladle-lady actually managed to completely miss Ranma, but utterly soak Akane, souring what was otherwise a good morning for Akane. Ranma thought it to be a sign, but shrugged it off as the duo approached the gate of the school, where the usual Hentai Horde was already charging. A few minutes of the usual beat down later, Kuno appears, accuses ‘the foul sorcerer Saotome for his wicked ways and for bewitching the fair Akane and his lovely red pig-tailed girl’ or something or other, then attacks. Even the way Ranma kicked Kuno away was as per usual. So was Akane screaming at Ranma to not butting into her fights, and the way Ranma’s mouth spoke of the usual insults, prompting Akane to explode, summon her Mallet-sama +30, swing at Ranma, and completely launce him to LEO. As per the usual of meeting Akane’s Angry Mallet (tm), Ranma was now flying in whatever direction he was launched in. Where he would land, Ranma didn’t know.
His question was answered, and it was a lake in a park somewhere in the middle of the Juuban District, though she does not know that yet, though the lake did take a bit of priority. So, swimming to the shore, as was the usual nature of his, now her curse, the female Ranma gave a few gawking morning joggers a nasty glare, before she wrung out her clothes then padded out and away from the park. She later discovered, after a bit of looking around, that she was in Juuban, and even with the money she secretly hid from Nabiki paying for the train ticket (she knows how to ride a train, though she usually prefers to hang onto the train) she wouldn’t be able to make it back to the school on time, as the trip was a few hours away, even if Ranma was using her fast, near inhuman, martial artist speed. So, to sum it all up, she was now effectively ditching classes. Ranma just sighed.
But, deciding to just capitalize on that fact, and that the Juuban School District was, in fact, having some kind of in-service day, giving all of the school an effectively very short school day, Ranma soon found herself in the café no more than an hour later, sipping hot chocolate, as well as eating a donut. She just relaxed, and just after doing something she would not normally admit to: she went shopping, or, as she would deny, went and bought some clothes and supplies. Oh, Ranma was not really like any usual person when she shops, because all she really did was buy some clothes and supplies.
Because, really now, Akane’s mallet is not as generous as to send Ranma into the middle of a city near Nerima. There was one time where Akane’s swing sent Ranma to Okinawa, in the middle of the wilderness, with only the clothes on, at the time, his back, and it took Ranma a better part of three days till he got back to Nerima, where he was, as usual, blamed on cheating on Akane, but that is not the point. That was a few months ago, and Ranma had learned better. Though not the district-away-from-Nerima she usually buys her camping gear in, Juuban was nonetheless a good place as any, if not slightly better. Though, for the casual reader, one might be asking: How did Ranma pay for the supplies? Answer? Neko Hanten (secret) part timer, as well as personal, but WELL hidden, bank account. Nabiki would not find a trace.
So it was times like these, Ranma decided, that she could just enjoy whatever she can before she has to go back to the hell hole known as Nerima, where her life was not hers. Here, people only gave her a casual once-over glance then went on their way (though some of the boys did give her a twice, thrice, or more-over, due to her looks), while in Nerima, everyone steered clear of her path, as her anyone even near her was caught in the madness that usually surrounded her. Here, she was just another face in the crowd, though her attire did draw a few glances, but nothing more. Here, she had choices, though small and not as important as they were, but it was the principle of the thing. Here, she was her own person, no matter how short for a time, but Ranma Saotome enjoyed this feeling IMMENSELY.
But, Ranma knew that such peace usually does not last forever.
And how right Ranma was.
Ranma’s sharp hearing caught a faint scream from the distance. Then she, as well as other people, heard a loud explosion, and easily spotted the smoke rising in the distance. She sighed and, as the people picked up the sound and saw the smoke, began walking hurriedly away from the source, she just sipped the rest of her hot chocolate, and finally ate the rest of donuts with her usual speed, before she stood up and ran to the source of the rising commotion.
Foregoing walking on the sidewalk, Ranma easily took to the roofs, and was jumping towards her destination, where, as she arrived, saw people screaming in panic and running away at some kind of monster. On the roofs, Ranma sized the threat. The first thing she noticed was that the youma, if the rumors she usually heard were proven true, looked slightly ridiculous. It seemed to be some sort of walking spray can, with some vaguely feminine parts that constituted for its arms, legs, and head. The head, in fact, sported some sort of spray can shaped vaguely like a hat. Ranma would have laughed at its appearance; if it weren’t for the fact that it held a madly struggling young girl in some uniform. The girl, by Ranma’s estimate, looked tall, and had brown air that was tied in a long ponytail.
She gritted her teeth, but her eyes suddenly caught a flash of movement from down the street before she could even have a chance to move herself.
There, coming ever closer was the sight of six girls, plus one pretty-looking boy running towards the youma as well as the girl caught in its grasp.
‘Great,’ Ranma thought as she watched the group come closer. The streets was partially empty now, no civilians, except for those that she already knew was there. She once again prepared to intercept the group, before her ki senses caught a faint trace of something. Frowning as her legs tensed for a jump, she was able to pinpoint the feeling coming from the group, and, to her surprise, from the trapped girl. She did not have a chance to elaborate upon this, as her legs uncoiled, and she jumped towards the youma at speeds that no normal human could catch.
***Scene Break***
Makoto Kino struggled against the youma that held her in it’s, if the joke could be permitted even in such a dire such as this, aerosol grasp. This was not how she wanted to end her day. She had started out her day as normal, went to school as normal. Though she was delighted that school actually ended very early, this effectively gave the students a day off. Enjoying her time as she went about the mall, and was on her way towards a café where she would meet her other friends. So, you would have to excuse her that she had not been planning on getting herself captured by another silly-looking youma, and having her energy slowly drained. She was about to reach for her transformation pen, when the youma knocked it away as it captured her. So, there she was, struggling hard against its grip.
Suddenly, her eyes caught movement and she craned her neck where she saw her friends running towards her. With a happy but determined look, she began her struggles anew.
Normally, if one saw their friends jumping into danger, they would be panicking and yelling at their friends to get away. Though, if her friends were in truth, yet in secret, the Sailor Senshi, as Makoto was one herself, they would be excused if there was a distinct lack of panic.
Then, all Makoto, her friends, and youma saw was a blur of red as it collided with the youma. The youma, surprised, squawked, and, by accident as well as the sudden pain in its arms, released Makoto from her grip. Said young woman just scrambled away from the monster as her friends came to a stop beside her to joining in gawking. The red blur ran circles around the youma, seemingly striking it at different directions, if the suddenly denting of the youma’s can-body was any indicator. Then it seemed to bounce into and off of the youma, then landed a few meters away. The blurred shape then slowly resolved itself into… Makoto, her friends, and the youma stared.
The former blur in question turned out to be a cute red-head wearing what looked to be typical kung fu regalia. The young woman seemed to be a bit short, though had a great chest, and was in an unusual martial arts stance that even neither Makoto nor Haruka recognized. The young woman had a confident smirk as she spoke, with a, Makoto noticed, slightly masculine manner. Probably was a tomboy or something.
“Heh, a good day like this is for people ta enjoy. Ya just ruined it.” Then the girl frowned at the youma, “So, for ruining the day for the people, I’m gonna haveta punish ya.” One of Makoto’s friends, a blonde named Usagi, who was also known as Sailor Moon, gasped at that. “So, now you just became my new punching bag.”
The moment was tense, the girl and the youma standing off, as if in one of those old Western shoot-outs. Strangely enough, the sun was high in the sky, and there was tumbleweed that rolled past the two, making those that were present sweat drop. The moment was further ruined as everyone nearly threatened to face-fault, when the girl in red suddenly cocked her head to one side, and absently added, “Or should that be my new kicking can?”
Rapidly shaking off the incredulity of that question, the youma just roared and charged at the once-again smirking redhead.
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So...yeah. Questions, comments, concerns.
PS: Oh, and PLEASE don't ask me where I got the title from.
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As the Donut is Round
()*()*()*()*()*()*()*()*()*()
The Juuban District was one of the more urban areas of Tokyo. Though this part of the city was still ridden with some problems, it was usually broken at least once a week, which made the place more lively on ‘off’ days, when there was no so called ‘baddie-of-the-week’ around. So many people were enjoying the afternoon, and went about their business.
Suffice to say, one currently female Ranma Saotome found it more peaceful than the Nerima District (where chaos and randomness reigned 24/7) sitting in a small local café, sipping at some hot chocolate she held in her left hand to drive away the cooling fall air, and occasionally nibbling on a donut she held in her right, with the table she was seated on containing a full plate warm, fresh-baked of donuts, which, to the shock of anyone that knew Ranma Saotome, was not being devoured at some ungodly speed by said currently red-headed, female teen.
In fact, anyone who did know Ranma would be confused, and a number of questions would pop into their heads; the more prominent ones being:
1. What was Ranma doing in a district which was quite far from Nerima?
2. Why was s/he not wet, given that s/he is currently female?
3. Why is Ranma sitting calmly in a café?
4. Why is s/he not eating those plateful of donuts like they were about to grow legs and run away?
5. Why hot chocolate?
6. How DID she pay for the donuts and hot chocolate?
If anyone asked Ranma those questions, her answer would be simple and as follows: Akane, Akane, Akane, Akane, because she liked hot chocolate more than coffee, and because she in fact do have some money hidden away in her subspace where she kept some of her more personal things. Besides the last two, there was a very good reason why Ranma would have answered as she did.
That morning started out like the usual mornings at the Tendo Dojo: Ranma and Genma’s morning spar, both falling or getting thrown into the Tendo pond, changing both into their cursed forms, girl for Ranma and panda for Genma, continuing the spar until Kasumi calls everyone for breakfast, going to breakfast after getting some hot water, Ranma and Genma having their morning speed-eating ‘spar’, finishing breakfast, getting ready for school, and finally leaving for school. The way to school was a bit odd, as the ladle-lady actually managed to completely miss Ranma, but utterly soak Akane, souring what was otherwise a good morning for Akane. Ranma thought it to be a sign, but shrugged it off as the duo approached the gate of the school, where the usual Hentai Horde was already charging. A few minutes of the usual beat down later, Kuno appears, accuses ‘the foul sorcerer Saotome for his wicked ways and for bewitching the fair Akane and his lovely red pig-tailed girl’ or something or other, then attacks. Even the way Ranma kicked Kuno away was as per usual. So was Akane screaming at Ranma to not butting into her fights, and the way Ranma’s mouth spoke of the usual insults, prompting Akane to explode, summon her Mallet-sama +30, swing at Ranma, and completely launce him to LEO. As per the usual of meeting Akane’s Angry Mallet (tm), Ranma was now flying in whatever direction he was launched in. Where he would land, Ranma didn’t know.
His question was answered, and it was a lake in a park somewhere in the middle of the Juuban District, though she does not know that yet, though the lake did take a bit of priority. So, swimming to the shore, as was the usual nature of his, now her curse, the female Ranma gave a few gawking morning joggers a nasty glare, before she wrung out her clothes then padded out and away from the park. She later discovered, after a bit of looking around, that she was in Juuban, and even with the money she secretly hid from Nabiki paying for the train ticket (she knows how to ride a train, though she usually prefers to hang onto the train) she wouldn’t be able to make it back to the school on time, as the trip was a few hours away, even if Ranma was using her fast, near inhuman, martial artist speed. So, to sum it all up, she was now effectively ditching classes. Ranma just sighed.
But, deciding to just capitalize on that fact, and that the Juuban School District was, in fact, having some kind of in-service day, giving all of the school an effectively very short school day, Ranma soon found herself in the café no more than an hour later, sipping hot chocolate, as well as eating a donut. She just relaxed, and just after doing something she would not normally admit to: she went shopping, or, as she would deny, went and bought some clothes and supplies. Oh, Ranma was not really like any usual person when she shops, because all she really did was buy some clothes and supplies.
Because, really now, Akane’s mallet is not as generous as to send Ranma into the middle of a city near Nerima. There was one time where Akane’s swing sent Ranma to Okinawa, in the middle of the wilderness, with only the clothes on, at the time, his back, and it took Ranma a better part of three days till he got back to Nerima, where he was, as usual, blamed on cheating on Akane, but that is not the point. That was a few months ago, and Ranma had learned better. Though not the district-away-from-Nerima she usually buys her camping gear in, Juuban was nonetheless a good place as any, if not slightly better. Though, for the casual reader, one might be asking: How did Ranma pay for the supplies? Answer? Neko Hanten (secret) part timer, as well as personal, but WELL hidden, bank account. Nabiki would not find a trace.
So it was times like these, Ranma decided, that she could just enjoy whatever she can before she has to go back to the hell hole known as Nerima, where her life was not hers. Here, people only gave her a casual once-over glance then went on their way (though some of the boys did give her a twice, thrice, or more-over, due to her looks), while in Nerima, everyone steered clear of her path, as her anyone even near her was caught in the madness that usually surrounded her. Here, she was just another face in the crowd, though her attire did draw a few glances, but nothing more. Here, she had choices, though small and not as important as they were, but it was the principle of the thing. Here, she was her own person, no matter how short for a time, but Ranma Saotome enjoyed this feeling IMMENSELY.
But, Ranma knew that such peace usually does not last forever.
And how right Ranma was.
Ranma’s sharp hearing caught a faint scream from the distance. Then she, as well as other people, heard a loud explosion, and easily spotted the smoke rising in the distance. She sighed and, as the people picked up the sound and saw the smoke, began walking hurriedly away from the source, she just sipped the rest of her hot chocolate, and finally ate the rest of donuts with her usual speed, before she stood up and ran to the source of the rising commotion.
Foregoing walking on the sidewalk, Ranma easily took to the roofs, and was jumping towards her destination, where, as she arrived, saw people screaming in panic and running away at some kind of monster. On the roofs, Ranma sized the threat. The first thing she noticed was that the youma, if the rumors she usually heard were proven true, looked slightly ridiculous. It seemed to be some sort of walking spray can, with some vaguely feminine parts that constituted for its arms, legs, and head. The head, in fact, sported some sort of spray can shaped vaguely like a hat. Ranma would have laughed at its appearance; if it weren’t for the fact that it held a madly struggling young girl in some uniform. The girl, by Ranma’s estimate, looked tall, and had brown air that was tied in a long ponytail.
She gritted her teeth, but her eyes suddenly caught a flash of movement from down the street before she could even have a chance to move herself.
There, coming ever closer was the sight of six girls, plus one pretty-looking boy running towards the youma as well as the girl caught in its grasp.
‘Great,’ Ranma thought as she watched the group come closer. The streets was partially empty now, no civilians, except for those that she already knew was there. She once again prepared to intercept the group, before her ki senses caught a faint trace of something. Frowning as her legs tensed for a jump, she was able to pinpoint the feeling coming from the group, and, to her surprise, from the trapped girl. She did not have a chance to elaborate upon this, as her legs uncoiled, and she jumped towards the youma at speeds that no normal human could catch.
***Scene Break***
Makoto Kino struggled against the youma that held her in it’s, if the joke could be permitted even in such a dire such as this, aerosol grasp. This was not how she wanted to end her day. She had started out her day as normal, went to school as normal. Though she was delighted that school actually ended very early, this effectively gave the students a day off. Enjoying her time as she went about the mall, and was on her way towards a café where she would meet her other friends. So, you would have to excuse her that she had not been planning on getting herself captured by another silly-looking youma, and having her energy slowly drained. She was about to reach for her transformation pen, when the youma knocked it away as it captured her. So, there she was, struggling hard against its grip.
Suddenly, her eyes caught movement and she craned her neck where she saw her friends running towards her. With a happy but determined look, she began her struggles anew.
Normally, if one saw their friends jumping into danger, they would be panicking and yelling at their friends to get away. Though, if her friends were in truth, yet in secret, the Sailor Senshi, as Makoto was one herself, they would be excused if there was a distinct lack of panic.
Then, all Makoto, her friends, and youma saw was a blur of red as it collided with the youma. The youma, surprised, squawked, and, by accident as well as the sudden pain in its arms, released Makoto from her grip. Said young woman just scrambled away from the monster as her friends came to a stop beside her to joining in gawking. The red blur ran circles around the youma, seemingly striking it at different directions, if the suddenly denting of the youma’s can-body was any indicator. Then it seemed to bounce into and off of the youma, then landed a few meters away. The blurred shape then slowly resolved itself into… Makoto, her friends, and the youma stared.
The former blur in question turned out to be a cute red-head wearing what looked to be typical kung fu regalia. The young woman seemed to be a bit short, though had a great chest, and was in an unusual martial arts stance that even neither Makoto nor Haruka recognized. The young woman had a confident smirk as she spoke, with a, Makoto noticed, slightly masculine manner. Probably was a tomboy or something.
“Heh, a good day like this is for people ta enjoy. Ya just ruined it.” Then the girl frowned at the youma, “So, for ruining the day for the people, I’m gonna haveta punish ya.” One of Makoto’s friends, a blonde named Usagi, who was also known as Sailor Moon, gasped at that. “So, now you just became my new punching bag.”
The moment was tense, the girl and the youma standing off, as if in one of those old Western shoot-outs. Strangely enough, the sun was high in the sky, and there was tumbleweed that rolled past the two, making those that were present sweat drop. The moment was further ruined as everyone nearly threatened to face-fault, when the girl in red suddenly cocked her head to one side, and absently added, “Or should that be my new kicking can?”
Rapidly shaking off the incredulity of that question, the youma just roared and charged at the once-again smirking redhead.
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So...yeah. Questions, comments, concerns.
