Ladle of Happiness
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Category:
+M to R › Ranma �
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,843
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ranma ½ or its characters; Rumiko Takahashi does and I make no money from writing this story.
Ladle of Happiness
I got this story idea in mind and couldn’t resist writing it.
I don’t own Ranma, it owns me
Sid
If know it’s wicked of me to give into such urges, but I assure you that it’s harmless. I love living in Nerima, its so exciting with all the martial artists living here, there’s always something going on! And then water cursed people moved in......
A woman my age has little to do; I own the small house that I live in alone since my husband passed on and our children moved away. I don’t relish the thought of becoming one of those old ladies who wait every morning for the library to open or else hangs around the senior citizen center all day long. I still have a life and that is keeping a clean house and people watching. It was quite by accident the first time it happened, I like to water the road in front of my house to cut down on dust, Nerima is so dusty. I spotted an attractive couple on their way to school; the male wore a red Chinese outfit and the girl a local high school uniform. They must have been hurrying because I couldn’t catch myself in time when I flung my ladle of water and doused the male. I was about to apologize when much to my surprise, the male became a short buxom, female! I thought that I must be seeing things, so the next day I waited for them beside my bucket and did it deliberately this time. Sure enough it happened again! I found myself compelled to try to catch him/her off guard just to witness this transformation.
Then the others came, the loud yellow wearing boy who becomes a pig, the blind Chinese guy who becomes a duck, the middle-aged bald man who becomes a panda and finally the Chinese girl with purple hair who becomes a cat. The girl I have a hard time catching; she’s always too quick on her bike, but the others are frequently distracted by teenaged angst; those I nail all the time. As for the bald man, he seems too stupid to avoid my ladle. They glare at me and I look blankly back, my face a picture of elderly innocence. They probably think that I do it accidently; not true I know all their schedules.
I assure you that it’s just a prank as I lay in wait beside the bucket I keep perpetually full with my ladle in hand. I know that each of them can resume their true forms with the application of hot water and that they all have loved ones or friends who will do this for them close by. I’m just a bored old lady who means no harm.
Excuse me I must go. What luck, the Chinese guy and bandana guy are walking together; two with one stroke.
I don’t own Ranma, it owns me
Sid
If know it’s wicked of me to give into such urges, but I assure you that it’s harmless. I love living in Nerima, its so exciting with all the martial artists living here, there’s always something going on! And then water cursed people moved in......
A woman my age has little to do; I own the small house that I live in alone since my husband passed on and our children moved away. I don’t relish the thought of becoming one of those old ladies who wait every morning for the library to open or else hangs around the senior citizen center all day long. I still have a life and that is keeping a clean house and people watching. It was quite by accident the first time it happened, I like to water the road in front of my house to cut down on dust, Nerima is so dusty. I spotted an attractive couple on their way to school; the male wore a red Chinese outfit and the girl a local high school uniform. They must have been hurrying because I couldn’t catch myself in time when I flung my ladle of water and doused the male. I was about to apologize when much to my surprise, the male became a short buxom, female! I thought that I must be seeing things, so the next day I waited for them beside my bucket and did it deliberately this time. Sure enough it happened again! I found myself compelled to try to catch him/her off guard just to witness this transformation.
Then the others came, the loud yellow wearing boy who becomes a pig, the blind Chinese guy who becomes a duck, the middle-aged bald man who becomes a panda and finally the Chinese girl with purple hair who becomes a cat. The girl I have a hard time catching; she’s always too quick on her bike, but the others are frequently distracted by teenaged angst; those I nail all the time. As for the bald man, he seems too stupid to avoid my ladle. They glare at me and I look blankly back, my face a picture of elderly innocence. They probably think that I do it accidently; not true I know all their schedules.
I assure you that it’s just a prank as I lay in wait beside the bucket I keep perpetually full with my ladle in hand. I know that each of them can resume their true forms with the application of hot water and that they all have loved ones or friends who will do this for them close by. I’m just a bored old lady who means no harm.
Excuse me I must go. What luck, the Chinese guy and bandana guy are walking together; two with one stroke.