A set of Ranma ½ spamfics
by Larry F
Disclaimer: Ranma ½ is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan,
Kitty, and Viz Video. I'm just playing with the characters and setting.
Impression One:
"…and I do too try to pay attention in class," said Ranma
Saotome as he was walking home from school. He was accompanied by his
fiancée, Akane Tendo. "Can I help it if old man Okamura has
a voice that would make a monk reciting mantras sound exciting?"
"Point," Akane said, "but you have to try harder. You'll
never get into a good college if you don't learn that stuff. It'll all
be on the entrance exams."
"Like I really care about college? Once I'm out of high school,
I'll probably go off on a dojo tour to learn more styles and make a name
for myself. I'm not so stupid that I don't know that you or Nabiki both
would be better at running the business side of the dojo. I just need
to concentrate on learning to be a good teacher."
"But that's the idea. Who's going to take you seriously these days
without a degree? Remember that disaster when you tried to reopen the
dojo back when we were broke?"
"Well, I'll think about it. But I still say that I can wait a while
before I worry about it. It'll take Nabiki years to get her business schooling
done, and the same for you to get into whatever you want to do. There's
no hurry."
The two teenagers reached home and passed through the gates to the walkway
leading up to the front door of the Tendo house.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go see if Kasumi has any snacks. I'm hungry,"
Ranma stated.
"Okay, I'll see you at dinner. I've got a ton of homework to do,
and I want to be done with it all tonight," Akane replied.
After kicking off his shoes in the entrance, he turned right, following
the hallway leading towards the kitchen. Akane began climbing the stairs
to the second floor.
As soon as he turned into the kitchen doorway, Ranma immediately noticed
that the table which held Kasumi's microwave oven was tilted at a precarious
angle. A brief look was all that was needed to see that one of the legs
that supported the appliance's weight was a few inches shorter than the
rest, having somehow been broken off in the past, judging by the weathering.
Ranma was a bit startled that he hadn't noticed that before, and paused
a moment before greeting Kasumi. She stood at the sink, drying a bowl
she'd just washed.
"Hey, Kasumi. What's with the table? How come I never seen that
it was broken like that?"
"Oh, welcome home, Ranma. The table? I usually have a book under
the leg to keep it level, but I had to return it earlier today."
"Return it…? What do you mean, return it?"
"I borrowed it from Doctor Tofu last week, and it was time to take
it back."
"…Uh… That's what you use those books you borrow from
Doctor Tofu for?!"
"Well, of course, silly. You didn't think I actually read
those dry, dusty old things, did you?"
Impression Two:
Ranma was bored.
Bored, bored, bored.
There was nothing on TV but soap operas and gossip shows, and none of
his friends or rivals were anywhere to be found. He had nothing to do
but homework, and he was darned if he was going to do that if
he could possibly avoid it.
While lying on his back next to the table in the Tendo's tearoom, he
swept his eyes across the room, looking for something, anything, that
might promise a little fun. As he did, he spied one of the books that
Kasumi regularly borrowed from Doctor Tofu.
Well, I got nothing better to do. If Kasumi thinks those things are
interesting, maybe it'd be fun to leaf through it. It might have good
pictures or something, he thought.
Putting action to his thoughts, he flipped to his feet and retrieved
the volume. Laying it on the dining table in the center of the room he
opened the cover to the title page…
…and felt his jaw drop. Then he fell over sideways onto the floor
and laughed until his stomach began to ache.
"Oh, my god," he gasped as he desperately tried to quell the
guffaws that were threatening to do him in. "A hardbound edition
of the 'Harlequin Romance Anthology, Volume Twenty'? Who'd have
ever pegged the doc for the trashy romance novel type?!"
Impression Three:
"…and we have to find out how to cure it, doc! Akane's life
depends on it!" Ranma gasped.
"So Cologne thinks that a pressure point controlling breathing was
hit by accident? That is serious," Doctor Tofu said with
a frown of concentration.
"Yeah. She has to think about breathing all the time, because she
can't do it unconsciously." Ranma pounded on the doorframe a few
times, trying to release a little of the stress he was feeling. "What
a stupid thing to happen! Slipping while trying to help me get out of
the pond and falling on a rock!"
"Well, I'm sure we can fix the problem. I know for a fact that one
of the books I have in the waiting room has information about the chi
pathways that control breathing. I left it on the shelf in there just
the other day."
"Thank God! I dunno what I would have done if you didn't know what
to do." Ranma's feeling of relief was palpable as the doctor walked
through the door leading to the front room of his clinic.
Just as the good doctor was picking up the rare volume that contained
the information he sought, there came a sweet voice from outside the clinic.
"Hello? Ranma? Did you find the doctor?"
The sound of that voice caused Tofu's glasses to immediately fog over.
"K-K-Kasumi?!"
Ranma, peeking around the door from what he hoped was a safe position,
watched the pages of the book being reduced to their component fibers.
A flurry of minute paper shreds flew through the air and out the open
front door of the clinic.
"…well, damn…." was all he could think to say.
Impression Four:
A Ranma ½ spamfic
by Joe Fenton
Foreword: Reading Larry F's spamfics inspired me to do one of my own
on the same subject. Idea is his… I'm just adding my own idea to
the mix. :)
Kasumi glanced over from the cutting board as Ranma grabbed a carrot.
"Ranma! I'm glad you're here. Can you do me a favor and return this
book to Tofu-sensei?"
Ranma finished the carrot, then took the book she proffered. "Sure
thing, Kasumi." He glanced at the cover and grimaced. Sure looked
like the insides of something dead to him.
"You know, Kasumi, you ought to go to college or something instead
of just borrowing Tofu-sensei's books."
Kasumi gave him a blank look.
Ranma waved his hands. "I'm not trying to be insulting. It's just
that you should be doing something more than just cooking dinner and cleaning
up after all of us."
Kasumi smiled in what Ranma could swear was a patronizing manner.
"Ranma, look at the book."
Ranma glanced at the cover. "Forensic Studies of Ancient Preservation
Techniques."
"Look again."
Ranma sighed and looked again, then grabbed the book in both hands and
stared in amazement.
"BY DOCTOR KASUMI TENDO?!"
Kasumi nodded. "I graduated medical school at twelve." She
stirred a few vegetables into the soup. "Poor Ono-san could never
reconcile himself to calling a thirteen-year-old girl 'sensei'. It's why
he gets all flustered around me." She covered the pot. "I'm
just taking a sabbatical at the moment, but I return to my teaching position
at Todai in a couple more months."
Ranma was totally flabbergasted. "Then… then… why are
you always borrowing his books? Uh… Your books?"
Kasumi giggled slightly. "I'm not borrowing them, silly! He keeps
asking me questions about certain passages, so I make additional notes
that I send back with the books."
Ranma stood staring with his mouth hanging open.
Nabiki came up beside him and noticed the blank look.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
She glanced over at her sister. "I think you broke him. Good thing
you're a doctor."
Impression Five:
"Going out, Ranma? Will you be passing by Doctor Tofu's clinic?"
"Yeah. Was there somethin' you wanted, Kasumi?"
"Yes. Please take this back to him. If it's not too much trouble,
I'd also like to borrow the next book in this series," she said as
she handed Ranma a heavy brown tome.
"Sure, no problem." Ranma accepted the book and went to put
his shoes on.
Ranma walked into Doctor Tofu's acupuncture clinic and called out for
the proprietor. "Hey, doc? You here? Here's your book back. Can I
get the next one?"
The doctor came out of a back room and took a look at the title. "Oh,
sorry, Ranma. To tell you the truth, that isn't my book. I borrowed it
from Cologne. If you'll take it back to her, I'm sure she'll let you have
the next volume."
Cologne came out of the kitchen of the Nekohanten when she heard the
chime of the door opening. To her amazement, it was the last person she
expected to see there voluntarily. "Hello, son-in-law. I'm surprised
to see you here on your day off. Did you come to ask Shampoo out?"
Ranma blanched. "Er… Nah, nothin' like that. I just brought
back the book you loaned to Doc Tofu, and want t' know if I can borrow
the next one for Kasumi."
Cologne glanced at the title of the book. "Oh, that isn't my book.
I got that from Happi last week. Sorry, but you've made the trip out here
for nothing. You'll have to see him and find out who he stole it from
to see if there are any more."
Oh great. Now I gotta go all the way back home. Talk about runnin'
around in circles!
Happousai wet the tip of his index finger, and then touched it quickly
to the bottom of the iron. Perfect. Not too hot, not too cold.
He began to press a delicate bit of lacy lingerie.
"Hey, you in there, old geezer?"
Happousai frowned at the flippant tone of the boy's voice. "Show
some respect for your betters, boy."
Ranma slid open the door to the master bedroom of the Tendo home, and
stared at the piles of stolen ladies' undergarments that surrounded the
ancient pervert. "Gah. That is wrong on so many levels, y' know"
Happousai glared at the impertinent youth. "Don't knock it if you
haven't tried it, whelp. Now, if you've nothing else to say, the door's
behind you."
"You think I want to be here in the first place? I just need to
find the next book after this one for Kasumi."
"Then you're wasting my time. I don't have any of those books."
"Well, why'd Cologne say she got it from you?"
"That depends on what you mean by 'got'. She took it out of my bag
when I was resting after a bunch of naughty ladies beat me up. Such bad
girls. All I did was liberate some lovelies from captivity on a clothesline
at the university dorms."
"What was it doing in your bag, then?"
"It might have somehow ended up in there when I passed through Jimbocho.
My memory is a bit hazy because so much has happened since then. I'm not
sure, but I may have gotten it from a lovely young woman I met on Yasukuni
Dori. You'll have no problem recognizing her. She's about a 'C' cup, and
all of the bookshops have pictures of her."
They all have pictures? Huh. Wonder if she's an actress or singer?
As Ranma slowly walked up the hallway towards the front door of the house,
he realized glumly that what he thought would be an easy errand was turning
out to be anything but.
Hours later, an exhausted Ranma arrived back at the Tendo home, metaphorical
tail dragging. Man, oh man, Ranma thought to himself. That
was one crazy broad. And the way she was doin' that crazy dance around
the bookstores on Yasukuni Dori! If Doc Tofu liked to dress in drag, I
bet he'd act like that.
He examined the damage to his clothing. That had to be the weirdest
martial arts technique I ever saw. Man, I hate paper cuts.
Trudging to the kitchen, where he could hear the sounds of pots on the
boil, he prepared to face Kasumi and own up to his failure to carry out
his errand. "Kasumi…?"
"Welcome home, Ranma. How has your day been?"
"Kasumi, I'm sorry, but nobody seemed to know whose book this is,
so I couldn't return it or get the other one."
Kasumi gasped, and then turned around to face the tired teenager. "Oh
dear. I'm the one who should be apologizing, Ranma. That book belongs
to me." She picked up a black-covered book from the kitchen counter.
"This is the book that I meant to return. I only noticed
that I'd given you the wrong book after you left."
I'm a man, mustn't cry. I'm a man, mustn't cry. I'm a man, mustn't
cry….
Author's notes: These spamfics started as a reaction to the fanon stereotype,
"Kasumi must be a genius because she borrows books from Doctor Tofu."
It's a fallacy that I fell into myself a long time ago when I was still
working on Ranma's Angels, but it lives on and I've seen it in
dozens and dozens of fan fiction stories lately. With that in mind, I
felt inspired to present an alternative look at the idea, and since Ranma
½ is first and foremost a comedy, I think I'm making a valid point.
The first two stories are variations on one basic idea: What if the
reasons Kasumi borrowed the books had nothing to do with wanting to be
a doctor or nurse?
Impression One: she never wanted to actually read them at all.
She just couldn't afford a new table. Oh, the beginning of this was "slice
of life" stuff. No, it's not part of the story, really. Just a little
stab at all those stories that portray Ranma and Akane as constantly fighting,
which is another fanon stereotype.
Impression Two: the good doctor has a little secret; he's the
best source of b-grade romance novels in the neighborhood because he buys
them by the boatload. Joe Fenton's comment was "He gets them
strictly for the patients in the waiting room. ;)" Yeah, ri-i-ight.
^_^
If these two fail slightly in execution… What can I say? I wrote
them in something like fifteen minutes. ^_^
Impression Three: this one goes off in a new direction, and
if I write any more of these, they'll probably do the same. The theme
is vignettes based around Tofu's book collection.
Impression Four: Soon after I wrote the first three, Joe was
tickled enough to write one of his own. Drat if the guy didn't do one
that might just be better than mine all put together! Aargh! Posted by
permission, of course.
Impression Five: The travels of the book — The book was
in Happousai's bag all right, but that was because he stole it from Kasumi
thinking it might have secret pressure point information. Knowing Happi's
light-fingered tendencies, Cologne took it from him when she found him,
after the girls from the dormitory got done with him. Tofu borrowed it
from Cologne, and then Kasumi found it at his clinic, thought she'd loaned
it to him, and took it back home with her along with the book she went
to borrow. Happousai's mistake was because he remembered that the woman
in Jimbocho and books somehow went together. After the beating he got
from the irate college girls, his short-term memory got jumbled —
Not that it mattered much. He never really remembers where he steals things
from anyway. This isn't really a mystery fusion. The clues to the unnamed
girl are so heavy-handed that most of you shouldn't have any trouble catching
on to who she is. ^_^
Ja mata,
Larry F
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