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Ranko 1/2	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, I feel like I'm being unfair to Shampoo. I don't hate her, really I don't. I just needed a way to get Mousse from obsessing over her.

“Mom wants to meet you,” Ranko stood outside of the Nekohanten dressed formally in a black spaghetti strapped dress that stopped mid-thigh, black high heels – which took hours of practice to walk in – and a black head scarf wrapped over her head and worn like a head band.

Mousse looked her over, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you sure someone didn't die in your family?”

“Very funny Mousse...” she fidgeted with the hem of the dress, thinking it to be too short. “Kodachi picked it out.”

“Figures...” he shook his head and shuddered at the memory of the creepy girl. “Since when are you friends with Kodachi?”

“She helped me out with Kuno and in turn I promised to give her some info on Ranma... she's actually not as bad as everyone thinks.”

Mousse seemed to contemplate this for a moment. He never really sat down to talk to Kodachi, just heard horror stories from some of the Nekohanten's student customers from St. Hebereke's School for Girls. “Well, I suppose I should get dressed then... is the theme funeral chic?”

“Mousse... you're not a comedian, so don't try to be one,” she warned with an evil stare. “Just wear something nice.”

“Okay... but you're not waiting out here at night. Who knows what crazies are out there right now.”

“Other than the crazies in that restaurant?” she smiled.

“Compared to them, we're normal.”

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“How dare that woman engage my DAUGHTER to someone I don't even know,” Nodoka paced the floors of the Tendo's family room. “I mean... Mousse... who is he?”

“Please... Nodoka... sit down,” Genma gently pulled the back of her kimono, urging her to sit next to him. “First off, you don't have a daughter...”

“Well she might as well be my daughter considering she came from Ranma,” Nodoka glared at him. “Don't take this from me... you know I've always wanted a daughter.”

Genma sighed, “Fine... and as for Mousse. He is a vile, disgusting, half-duck who is trying to defeat our son,” his voice seemed to rise a few decibels, showing his disdain for the boy. “Though, now that he's marrying Ranko, he won't be trying to defeat Ranma,” he said in a hurried manor. “I suppose he's alright.”

“Well,” Nodoka gripped her katana, “We'll see about him marrying our Ranko-chan!”

Genma sighed yet again, rolling his eyes at her antics. “Of course,” he said mechanically. “We must protect the virtues of our Ranko-chan.”

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Ranko entered the now closed Nekohanten and smiled to see Mu Mu-chan juggling three plastic balls. She chuckled at the little duck, “He's pretty good at that.”

“Ranko...”

“Um...” Ranko turned around at the sound of the voice. She knew it was Shampoo, but it was so dark near the back of the restaurant, that she couldn't make out her figure.

“Turn on light...” she ordered.

Ranko did as she was asked, flipping the light switch up and turning the lights on. “Shampoo?”

Shampoo sat in one of the booths in the back of the restaurant, petting the cat she had named Xian Xian. “Sit...”

“O... kay?” she sat down across from her, “Look Shampoo, I'm sorry.”

“Why you sorry?” she asked; an indifferent look on her face.

“Well, you won't be able to go through with the Kiss of Death now... I know how important it was for you to uphold that law.”

Shampoo's glare intensified, “You no need to rub in.”

“I'm sorry,” she shook her head, slightly angry with the way that she brought that up again. “I mean that... I feel sort of guilty for the way Cologne and I used Amazon laws to keep you from doing your duty.”

Shampoo sighed and leaned in closer, putting Xian Xian on the floor. “Want know truth?”

Ranko nodded.

“Shampoo can call off Kiss of Death since she one who give it in first place... but it sign of weakness. If Shampoo become leader, she must be strong!”

“But you are strong,” Ranko started, “I think you're the strongest woman I know.”

Shampoo shook her head sadly, “No... in Amazon culture, weakness no also physical, but mental. If I let outsider go because Shampoo take pity on her, then Shampoo deemed weak no matter how strong Shampoo is physically,” Shampoo paused and seemed to consider something else before adding, “Beside, you not Ranma... you look like Ranma girl side... but you different. You no defeat Shampoo, Ranma defeat Shampoo... and since Ranma male, Shampoo only give Kiss of Marriage.”

Ranko sighed in relief. It looked like Shampoo was beginning to see on her own that the Kiss of Death was not needed. Finally she wouldn't have to sleep with her eyes open. Sure, she was now under the protection of the engagement with Mousse, but that didn't stop Shampoo from poisoning her and risking all ties with the Chinese Amazons being severed.

“So... no more trying to kill me?”

Shampoo sadly shook her head, “No... Shampoo weak failure.”

“You're not weak and you're not a failure Shampoo... I think the failure would be going through with it, knowing that the person isn't deserving of the Kiss of Death.”

“Maybe... but if Shampoo no uphold law, Shampoo no can be leader. Amazon leader must have strong mind, strong body, and strong soul,” she looked down at Mu Mu-chan and Xian Xian playing. They seemed to get along better than hers and Mousse's cursed forms. “Shampoo must be leader since Joketsuzoku Amazon expect it. It run in family.”

“It doesn't matter what they think... it sounds corny, but all that matters is what you think and want,” she paused. “You must have some dream outside of your village.”

“Well... I want have chain of Nekohanten restaurant all over Japan!” Shampoo's eyes seemed to light up as she thought of her dream. “Also not get married by waiting for strong man to defeat Shampoo... might be old maid by then.”

“See... there you go!” Ranko smiled brightly, “And I'm sure you'll be the strongest and most successful and restaurant owner ever!”

“I... I glad I no kill you!”

“I'm glad you didn't kill me either!”

At that point, Mousse decided to make himself known. He was still buttoning the clasp on the side of his navy blue and white Chinese robe over slightly baggy gray pants. “Okay Ranko I'm--” he looked at both girls sitting innocently in the booth, however all he could think of was that Shampoo was still trying to kill her despite Ranko's engagement to him. “Is everything... okay?”

“Yes Mousse... you no have to worry,” Shampoo stood up and walked toward Xian Xian, picking her up. “Oh and Ranko... if you defeat me now like you, I have to give Kiss of Death,” she smiled before heading up the stairs to her room.

“That's a complete turn around from yesterday,” Mousse finished fastening the clasps on his robe and opened the door for Ranko.

“Why thank you kind sir!”

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“Hmph.... where is that girl?” she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nearing 9:00pm – the time that Nodoka asked Ranko to bring Mousse.

“Mom... sorry... he took forever getting dressed.”

“I do not...”

“Do too... I had a very nice LONG conversation with Shampoo before you even came down.”

“Shampoo... but isn't she trying to kill you?” Genma asked, butting into their conversation.

“Well, she was, but we've come to an understanding... I think.”

“Then this engagement is no longer needed, I presume?” Nodoka stated calmly, while sitting on her knees and her sheathed Katana laid on her lap. “Since I believe it was to free Ranko from this... Kiss of Death?”

“Well... the Kiss of Marriage is pretty much permanent. That and she accepted the Kiss in front of two Amazon witnesses. She's pretty much stuck with me,” Mousse chuckled nervously.

“Very well then,” she unsheathed the katana, “Let the interview commence.”

“The interview?”

“Yes... you didn't think we'd let you marry our daughter without asking a few questions first,” said Genma.

Ranko was surprised. In the four weeks on Earth, she had never heard Genma refer to her as anything other than 'girl' or 'clone' – the latter pissed her off, which Genma seemed to get a kick out of – while Nodokoalways thought of her as a daughter and expressed such feelings.

“Genma?”

“What?”

Ranko looked up at him with watery eyes and the background seemed to shift from the Tendo's family room to a solid pink backdrop with opalescent bubbles placed randomly all over the place. “You called me daughter!”

Genma looked at Ranma with indifferent eyes, though his nonchalant attitude toward Ranko's... moment was beginning to wear thin due to the tears in her eyes. He could never deal with crying girls, especially if they were adorably cute like Ranko was.

“I'm so happy... dad!” she sniffed and let the dramatic tears roll down her face freely.

Genma rolled his eyes, “Don't get used to it clone.”

Ranko froze, then glared at him and the background returned to normal in a slow, glass mirror shattering kind of way, “Meanie.”

Mousse – who had been looking on at the scene rather amused – glanced at Nodoka. “Does this... happen often?”

“Hm, sometimes,” Nodoka seemed to shrug it off though. “Now first question.”

“Are you still in love with Shampoo?” Genma asked while reading off from the list Nodoka had prepared.

Mousse gulped, thinking that the answer he had was not going to please such a traditional lady like Nodoka. “I... I'm not going to lie. There are still some feelings there, but I really wanted to save Ranko from the Kiss of Death. She's...” he looked at Ranko who was giving Genma the stink eye, “She's a friend... and I think that, in time, I'll be able to love her.”

“Hmm... acceptable. I know that these things come with an arranged marriage. Now number two.”

“How do you plan on providing for Ranko and your future children?”

Mousse blushed at the thought of siring Ranko's children. “Well, I will still have my job at the Nekohanten...”

“But you don't get paid for your work,” stated Genma.

“Seriously?” Nodoka asked. “That's messed up.”

“I will get paid... eventually. But I am planning on opening my own dojo teaching the Shen Style of Hidden Weapons Martial Arts.”

“Shen?” Ranko asked.

“That's my last name... Shen Mu Tsu.”

“Shen Mousse?” Nodoka said, making sure to remember it. If he was going to be her future son-in-law she'd have to memorize his whole name.

“Sure...” Mousse sighed. That's why he, Shampoo and Cologne modified their names. The Japanese never seemed to say them right. He was about to correct her, but figured it wouldn't leave a very good first impression on his mother-in-law.

“Another acceptable answer... though you must look into the Nekohanten thing. You must get paid once you have a family... how are you going to open your dojo without money?”

“No more questions,” Genma interrupted his wife. “Now that we know he will open a dojo, he has my full support to marry Ranko!” He looked up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, “Think of it. The 'Shen-Saotome school of Hidden Weapons and Anything Goes Martial Arts. Our name will be tied to a master of dark magic and the Tendo style.”

“A master?” Mousse was shocked. He had never been called a master of anything. But he figured that since he was pretty much the only person he knew to have practiced the Hidden Weapons style, he was – therefore – a master. Also, to have gotten a complement from someone whom he thought hated him, was pretty awesome as well. “Why thank you Mr. Saotome.”

“Please... call me Uncle... it would be a pleasure to have such an upstanding fellow join our family,” Genma raised a closed fist in the air and a stream of tears started falling down his face.

“Wouldn't I be calling him dad?” Mousse asked Nodoka who just shrugged. She never knew what was going on in her husband's tiny mind.

Genma pulled Nodoka to his chest, squeezing her to him, “You have OUR permission to marry our daughter!” he then pushed Nodoka away none to lightly and looked over at Ranko. He expected her to be happy that he had called her 'daughter' again, but she was simply seated on her knees, looking down at her short dress no doubt trying to magically elongate the hem.

“What's this? No pink? No bubbles? Where are you tears girl?!”

Ranko turned to face him and rolled her eyes, “Is this the real deal this time?”

“Yes, my girl, it is!” Genma dramatically sniffed and walked slowly to her with his arms outstretched for a hug. Ranko did the same thing, instantly turning on the waterworks. The pink background and bubbles returned once they hugged.

“D-dad!” she sobbed.

“My daughter!”

Nodoka waved the list of questions in the air, “But I spent the entire morning on these questions!”

“Not now,” Genma scolded his wife. “We're having a moment!”

Nodoka sighed. Why did she marry such a dramatic loon anyway?

“Um... pretty pointless really. Wedding preparations are being made in China as we speak,” Mousse spoke quite softly, hoping that his mother-in-law wouldn't take it the wrong way, “Mom.”

“Well...” she sheathed the katana, “I suppose I will let you live just a little longer... son.”

Ah, I just love writing Ranma ½ fics. I can be as absurd as I want and still have it make sense.

Also, it seems that Shampoo hadn't been trying to kill Ranko for that long, but really it's implied that she was trying since Chapter 2... just to clarify.

See, told ya I didn't hate Shampoo.
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