Ukyo Married

Thought I would like to start a new series and this idea came to me, it shall be rated M in case I decide to throw some lemons in later chapters. Btw, people keep asking why I choose to write more obscure characters. I like to analyze the more eccentric ones and try and guess why they are as they are. What happened in their lives to make them this way? Then suggest a way to correct this behaviour. I don’t like doing long chapters or lots of filler, I like to focus on the character development of the subjects and write lemons of course. Anyone can write Ranma and Akane. But who can give Kuno rational thought and correct his behaviour and give Nabiki a heart? Me!

Scorpiac (sp?)gave me this idea, thanks Hon (sorry not sure of your gender)

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A stranger strolled into Nerima; for what purpose we don’t know. He was sixteen years of age and had a powerful muscular body. He had long blonde hair that flowed to his hips and bangs that were brushed to the side, but kept flopping in front of one eye. Those eyes were the blue of the sky on a calm summer’s day. He was tall and his features were pretty enough to be termed angelic. His clothing was plain, as if meant for camouflage and the only part that did make him stick out, beside his obviously masculine beauty, was a long object concealed with a sheet that strapped to his back. He moved with grace that bespoke of someone with years of martial arts training. (AN for some reason I pictured this guy as looking like Gourry Gabriev from Slayers)

He examined the area as he walked through the town proper itself; it was nothing remarkable from what he could see. Just a normal small city with the different classes divided, restaurants and stores. He was lost in his examination of the place when a purpled haired girl on a bicycle seemed to fall out of the sky itself. By instinct, he knocked her over, and then realized his mistake. “I’m sorry Miss, are you hurt?” he said helping the teenager up.

She stared at him, as if stunned while he retrieved her delivery box and picked her bicycle up and leaned it against a pole. She still continued to stare at him while he quickly combed her body with his eyes looking for injuries, trying not to linger too long for fear that she would think he was checking her out. He was starting to wonder if she might be a bit simple when she said in a startled voice “You knock Shampoo off bicycle, no one can knock Shampoo off bicycle.” He cringed inwardly at her horrible Japanese

He started combing the ground for a bottle of shampoo that she might have dropped “I’m sorry did I cause you to drop your shampoo also? Please forgive me, if it’s broken, I will replace it” he said with a bow. He got confused when she started laughing.

“I Shampoo, Xian Pu in Mandarin, but Japanese can’t say name properly,” she explained.

“My apologies” he said. “Well I must go if you are alright, there’s somewhere I need to be” he said, turning to leave.

“You no understand, Shampoo’s Amazon and no can be defeated. If male defeat, he become her Airen or husband as you know word. You now Shampoo's Airen” she explained.

He froze and blushed at what she was saying, “Although you are very attractive and seem like a nice person. I’m already married, so you don’t have to worry,” he explained.

“Well, that good, you have challenge Ranma Airen for me if you not” she said, giving him a dimpled smile.

He looked confused “if you’re already married; then how could you marry me?” he asked and turned when he heard anguished sounding quacks. His eyes grew wide when he saw a duck waddling faster then any duck could towards them.

Shampoo quickly hopped on her bike “Is Mousse, Shampoo explain later. Welcome Nerima stranger” she said, taking the miraculously unspilled ramen from him and seemed to take off to the sky. The duck seemed to glare a challenge at our kindly stranger and then flew after her. The stranger could only stare after them stunned, when the duck flew alongside of Shampoo and showered her with rose petals, when he wasn’t blowing kisses at her. ‘Perhaps this place isn’t as dull as it seems?’ he thought as he continued his journey, musing where the duck managed to pull the rose petals from.

He had almost reached his destination, when he found a teenaged boy wearing loose black pants laced with brown garters that match his tunic style shirt and a patterned bandana. “Water” he gasped. Our kindly stranger fished out his flask and handed it to him. “Thank you,” he replied, as he greedily gulped down most of the contents. “Am I in Osaka?” he questioned the friendly looking stranger.

“No you’re in Nerima, Tokyo” he replied cautiously.

“Damn it, Ranma this is your fault” the boy raged, shaking his fist at the sky. The stranger could only wonder why people kept saying the name Ranma.

“Um, I am trying to locate an Okonomiyaki Chef by the name of Ukyou Kuonji. I understand that she has a restaurant around here. Am I heading in the right direction?” he questioned the boy.

“Yes, you can find it by…..” Ryoga said, him giving long, complicated directions.

Our stranger wandered around for hours, mystified that it was so far away, when he ended up right back at the same place he had begun. On a hunch, he turned the corner and found the restaurant right away. ‘Man the people here are weird’ he thought as he entered the door.

He ordered a deluxe okonomiyaki from what appeared to be a transvestite, making his day a little more peculiar then it already was. He tasted it when it was brought to him ‘not bad, but could stand some improvements’ he thought critically and then turned to examine the chef herself. First he watched her movements as she made okonomiyaki with deadly precision while her patrons applauded. ‘Her technique is kind of sloppy, so she would need retraining’ he thought just as critically. Then he examined her person. He was relieved to see that she was very attractive with a slim womanly figure and long dark hair and equally as dark eyes. He noticed her breast bindings when she leaned over because this caused her top to part slightly. He wondered what they were for. He pictured them alone in their bedroom at the end of the day, how he would walk up behind her and remove the white ribbon from her hair while feathering kisses on her slender neck. Then slip her top off slowly while she leaned back against him. He would gently remove the bandages from her chest and then slowly massage her poor, abused….He blushed at how hentai his thoughts were becoming. He just continue to watch her, she seemed to be flirting with one dark haired male in particular. This seemed to annoy his equally dark haired female companion, until she called him “dummy” and left with her nose in the air. This caused the male to stare after her with a confused look on his face.

Ranma had noticed the blonde male watching him for over an hour and wondered what his game was. 'Not another challenger’ he thought with exasperation, he wondered what he had done to piss this one off as he didn’t recognize him. He returned the blonde’s gaze with a glare of challenge.

When the brunette boy glared a challenge at him, the stranger decided to leave, thinking that he might be Ukyo’s boyfriend. He decided to talk to her in private another day; the situation was awkward enough without having to reveal it in front of someone she was romantically involved with. He nodded politely at the glaring boy and left some money on the table to cover his bill and a generous tip for the sexually ambiguous waiter or waitress and retreated out the door.

Ranma followed the handsome stranger until they reached a vacant lot. He crossed his arms and said, “Well, have you come to challenge me?”

The stranger turned around. “I think that you are mistaken, friend. I haven’t come to challenge anyone,” he said cautiously.

“Well I'm challenging you then” Ranma said and charged forward with a battle cry. He was brought short when the stranger threw a series of projectiles at him, pinning his clothing to a tree. Ranma looked at them questioningly ‘spatulas?’ he thought, and then looked nervous when the stranger burnished a huge Ukyo-style spatula at his throat.

“As I said, there has been some mistake; I wasn’t challenging you” the stranger said calmly.

“Then why were you staring at me?” asked the still pinned Ranma.

The stranger pulled the spatulas from the tree, freeing him. “I wasn’t aware that I was staring, I didn’t mean to be so rude. I had things on my mind” he explained with a blush, remembering exactly what had been on his mind. “I was staring at your girlfriend,” he explained.

“You mean my fiancée?” asked Ranma. Our stranger groaned, wondering if the situation could be any worse. His eyes flew open in alarm when Ranma added “which one?”

“How many do you have?” he cried.

Now it was Ranma’s turn to blush “it’s complicated” he explained. “Now was it Akane or Ukyo?”

“Ukyo” he admitted.

“Ukyo is my friend and I really don’t like strangers staring at her. What business do you have with her?” Ranma demanded.

“I thought you said she was your fiancée?” asked the stranger.

“Again, it’s complicated. Now please answer my question” Ranma requested.

“Okay, but in view of your relationship, I doubt you will like my answer. Ukyo’s my wife,” he explained.