See chap 15
There was only one person shouting "Neko-ken." That was Nodoka. She was letting Genma know what she was pissed off about this time.
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if i don't review every chapter.. its usually cuz i need to step
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in your honor.. or at least worshiping the keyboard you type on..
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Shampoo's head was spinning. Well, not literally, but figuratively. There was a lot to be absorbed since she had been sent home injured. Crazy bokken boy gone, Boyish chef girl gone and now trying to kill Pig-boy, Crazy flower girl temporarily left in a stupor, Mu Tsu not needing glasses, Mercenary girl behaving herself, Panda almost broken, Ranma's mother completely happy, Violent kitchen destroyer acting nicer, Tendo man doing push-ups in the yard with the body of a savagely beaten mugger draped over him for weight, Great-grandmother sporting much lumps results of Ranma's mother and escape attempts from person she not say, Too-too nice girl Kasumi training and hitting people, and Ranma now Grandmaster, beating Ancient pervert in one minute!
Of course, Ranma had left out the parts where he was now cured, that he and Akane were together, Mousse and Kasumi were together, and that Mousse was expected to teach at the dojo, since he now no longer had to do the bidding of the Amazons.
No need for her or Cologne to know any of that just yet.
Shampoo grumbled about how too much had happened while she was away as she patched the hole in the wall she had made upon her entry.
"I've been trying to get her to use doors ever since we arrived," Cologne muttered. "Maybe this will finally teach her to stop making holes in the walls."
"Maybe," said Ranma.
Outside the dojo…
A small black piglet dragged himself against the ground, slowly moving forward, groaning with the effort as his stubby forearms (forelegs) pulled him along. Behind him…
An okonomiyaki chef, dressed in boys' clothes, dragged herself forward, using her giant battle spatula as her primary means of propulsion (meaning, she's dragging herself with it), digging the weapon into the ground, and pulling her body along.
"Just you… wait… Ryoga… when I catch you…"
Looking severely battered, beaten, and bruised, a small old man slowly approached an apartment on the third floor of a residential building. He shifted a large bag on his back, which bulged oddly. Moving slowly, as if in great pain, which he was, he pulled a list from out of his robes. He checked it, then reached into the bag, and pulled out several items. Rechecking the list, ho nodded, then reached out to knock on the door. A few moments later, it opened, revealing a girl about 20, who looked down at the diminutive old man curiously.
Happosai almost reached for the smaller (MUCH smaller) note, but didn't. He'd read it off fifty times already, so he didn't need to get it any more. It was memorized.
"Ranma Saotome, Grandmaster of the Anything Goes style of martial arts, has ordered me, Happosai, to return to the things I have stolen over the past year I have been in Tokyo. I hope you forgive me. Or at least not beat me severely and toss me out the window after calling me nasty names."
Well, it was almost what Ranma had made him say. Happosai had added in that last part after the last few ladies had more physically expressed their displeasure with him. The largest bruises and lumps were from returning Akane's bras and panties this morning.
Those had really hurt.
Thank Kami he didn't ever take anything from Kasumi or Nabiki. Happosai didn't even want to think about what might have happened to him then.
The girl at the door snatched away her panties, and punted the former Anything Goes Grandmaster down the hall before slamming the door in a huff.
Happosai winced as he stood. That kick had caught him the chin, in exactly the same spot Akane had given him a particularly vicious uppercut.
He dreaded what would happen to him when he returned Shampoo's belongings…
It took everything Ryoga had to maintain forward movement. By this point, he was dragging himself along using his chin, as his stubby little pig legs had given out. A glance spared behind him revealed that Ukyo was still giving chase.
She inched along the ground like a caterpillar, dragging the battle spatula in one useless arm with her. She didn't say anything. The look of rage in her eyes was still there. It was enough.
Ryoga pulled himself along with his chin a little more.
Shampoo, it seemed, had gotten smarter. Or she was just learning through repetition. Ranma and Akane were both guessing it was the second one.
She was actually keeping her distance from Ranma.
Then again, so was everyone else, for pretty much the same reason. Except for Akane, but only because she thought that if she got that close to him, she'd probably want to hold his hand or something.
"Hey," Akane said suddenly. "Is anyone keeping count of the push-up's Daddy's doing?"
Startled blinks were directed at her.
"Don't look at me, I'm doing the budget."
"Oh, my, Konatsu and I are finishing preparing dinner."
"Kasumi had me setting the table."
"I'm sorry, my dear, I was keeping Genma in line."
"Ah, I was watching my great-granddaughter."
"Shampoo not care."
Akane stared at the room around her. "Yeah. That would mean no one, right? Daddy! Dinner's almost ready, you can stop now!"
Sweat poured off of Soun like a waterfall. "Thank… you… daughter… but… I… think… I… will… take… a… quick… bath…"
"You stink," the entire room said at once.
"Th-thanks…" Soun wheezed in reply as he staggered up the stairs. A beaming Kasumi and a cheerful Konatsu started setting out the dinner, before sitting down at the table.
"Oh, should we wait for Father?" asked Kasumi.
"Ah, he'll be fine, you're food's good even if it's frozen," Ranma said. It drew an irate look from Akane, before she decided that Ranma was not trying to insult her.
Again, Genma ate slowly.
Again, it was not because he was showing table manners.
Again, it was because it hurt too much to move.
"Damn woman, she should just let me do what I want, and keep her nose out of it. I know what's best for this family. When it comes to the raising of martial artists, men know better than women," he mumbled to himself.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Three loud, resounding cracks later, and he wisely kept his opinions to himself, seeing as how he was knocked unconscious. The hilt of Nodoka's sword, the large end of Cologne's staff, and Shampoo's elbow occupied the space where his head had been.
He hadn't said it quietly enough, apparently.
Not having heard his father's comment, Ranma decided he probably didn't want to know what his pops had done this time to merit another beating.
All three women sporting twitching eyes, and veins stuck out on their heads.
Tempting fate, and gathering his courage, Ranma asked, "So… what was that for?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Just something he needed, son."
Ooookayyyy… I'm not going to ask another question there… WHAT THE!
Something was rubbing up against his leg.
A glance downward from under the blindfold revealed… Akane's foot.
Ranma glared at the girl from across the table. It went unnoticed, as the blindfold probably was getting in the way.
Ranma swallowed hard and tried to keep his hands steady as the foot went higher.
"Oh, my! I'm so sorry, Ranma-kun!"
Ranma sighed as she set Kasumi's water glass back up on the table from her lap.
"It's alright, Kasumi. I'm used to it. I was starting to worry; I haven't been acting like a water magnet like usual. I guess that clears that up." And a nice bit of cold water was actually good for me, this time!
He completely missed the wicked grin that ran across Akane's face before her foot returned with a vengeance.
Ranma suppressed the squeak that threatened to escape as Akane's foot ran right up her leg and started rubbing into her thigh.
"Konatsu-chan, I've noticed that you don't seem to be around much, but I know you're inside the house. Where do you go?
Akane'd toes threatened to move inward, and Ranma suppressed the blush that was trying to invade her face. A glance at Akane's face revealed that she was eating normally, acting like nothing at all was happening.
"Oh, no, please, just Kasumi."
Akane slowly opened her eyes and winked at Ranma, before closing them and continuing eating her rice.
You… you… Ranma sputtered in her mind. "Konatsu… creeps along the… walls and ceiling…" she said through clenched teeth. Ignore her… and her damn foot…
"Really?" Kasumi asked, sounding like it was something admirable. "How very interesting. Is it true?"
"That's very intriguing," said Nodoka.
Konatsu blushed. "Y-yes. Master Ranma is correct. I am I ninja, so I…" Anything else Konatsu said in the way of explanation was lost to Ranma when Akane's toes zipped along her thighs before settling right in between them.
Every inch of willpower Ranma had was dedicated to showing that nothing, absolutely nothing at all was wrong with her.
Of course, she wasn't eating.
It could have been seconds, minutes, or even an hour later, but a voice managed to infiltrate Ranma's sensation flooded mind.
"Ranma Saotome, are you feeling well?"
Old… ghoul… Ranma thought disconnectedly. Other thoughts came, but they were pretty much all centered around Akane and her left foot.
"Fine. Just thinking."
"Oh? About what?"
Had Ranma possessed the ability to look around, he would have been grateful that only Cologne and Shampoo were paying this conversation any attention at all. And Shampoo's attention was partially diverted to observing Mousse, whose behavior was strangely different from the norm. Shampoo was curious to know why. She just wanted to know what was keeping Mousse's attention off of her. If she could find out what it was, then maybe she could get all of his attention on it… and keep him away from her.
Ranma opened his mouth to answer, and Akane chose that exact moment to press her toes inward. Ranma's mouth closed with an audible snap, and she sunk her head into the table.
"It's just… been a weird few days… even for me. I'm just… trying to deal with it all." She paused, trying to use what she could of her brain to think of something else to say. "How's… the search for… the cure going?"
Cologne eyeballed Ranma from the end of the table. After a moment's thought, she realized that it was a bit much for even Ranma. It was understandable that it would cause undue stress on the poor boy. Girl. Whatever. "Poorly, I'm afraid. There was never any research into a cure when it was initially made, and none since. I had originally thought to counter each ingredient one at a time, but after looking over the amounts of each that you had ingested, I came to the conclusion that the removal of one ingredient would only change the potion from what it is now into something new and unknown, with effects that could not be predicted. I'm looking into other methods as we speak, including magical, despite experiences you've had with magic in the past."
Utter truth. He'd better be grateful.
"Thanks. Let me know… if any progress is made, k?" Ranma clamped down on the shudder that was trying to run through her. Behind her rice bowl, Akane smirked.
Ranma started grinding her head into the table. It drew the attention of the others, but Cologne headed them off with a quick, "It's been a stressful few days, I think we should just let him be for now. And please, no touching him to comfort him!"
Akane just pressed harder, after nodding in agreement. No one else but her heard Ranma whisper, "I'm gonna… kill you for this… later… tomboy."
Akane reached for another bowl of rice, and used the new angle to press into more sensitive areas of Ranma's lower anatomy.
Nodoka raised an eyebrow as her son, er, daughter, continued grinding her head into the table, but a glance at Akane and the strange way she bent her leg in Ranma's direction as she went for another bowl simply made her grin.
"Ranma," she said, slipping more food in front of her. "I know it's been a strange few days, but don't let that effect your appetite. You're not to leave the table until all the food in front of you is finished. Akane, will you stay here and make sure he eats all of it?"
Not catching on to the fact the Nodoka had caught on, Akane simply nodded, grinning behind her fresh rice bowl.
Ranma began to bang her head against the table.
Ranma had been summarily ignored up until she had managed to break off the corner of the dinner table, and even then was still given a good amount of distance. Akane hadn't stopped up until the corner of the table Ranma had been gripping had broken off in her hand, so everyone else was under the impression the martial artist was in a bad mood.
Even those who knew Ranma was cured decided to leave him alone.
Ranma decided that if it hadn't felt so damn good, he'd beat Akane senseless, girl or not.
Revenge would be his anyway.
Ranma tilted his head to the side, listening to the sounds coming from the yard.
Ryoga had shown up as Ranma attempted to eat, with Akane doing her best to see that he did no such thing. A weak-sounding bwee was all it took to set Akane flying in a rage, every inch of her temper flung loose at "the pervert."
It was amusing as hell to hear her calling someone else that for a change.
Still, there was something he, er, she, needed to talk to Akane about.
"Hey, can we meet in the dojo in about five minutes, after I change back?"
Breathing heavy from her pig-bashing, Akane looked up with a slightly confused expression. "Sure, Ranma."
"So much for controlling your temper."
Akane glared at Ranma, before sounding a little put out. "Sorry, I just…"
"Never mind, I was just kidding," Ranma said, which brought a smile back to Akane's face.
"So, what's up?"
Ranma sighed. Sometimes, there was just no easy way to say things. Stupid Pops and his stupid way of raising me. "Give… give me a second, it's not easy to, you know, for me to say things, especially the way that my Pop brought me up… uh, and-"
"Ranma." Akane's firm tone snapped him out of his almost-stupor as she gripped him by his shoulders. "I told you, from now on, I decide what is and is not the way you behave. Not him, just me. You're mine, Saotome, get used to it."
A weak smile formed on Ranma's face. "Thanks, Akane," he whispered.
"A-anytime, Ranma." Akane blushed lightly. Damn it, anytime he thanks me or compliments me… "So, um, just say it. It's the easiest way, you know."
"Could you stop touching me so much? I don't like it," Ranma blurted. Whoops, that came out wrong, he thought as Akane let go and took a stunned step backwards.
"R-Ranma? I… I thought…" Akane's voice was more than a small indication that she was near tears.
"Nononono! That wasn't how I meant to say it; I didn't mean it like that!" Ranma corrected, waving his arms around in front of him in a warding gesture.
"Then how did you mean it!" Akane snapped.
"Quit yellin' at me!" Ranma roared back. "I thought you were gonna let me explain that kinda thing!"
Silence fell as they both stopped after that.
"Sorry, Akane, I didn't mean to yell at ya," Ranma said, looking guilty.
"No. I mean, I did promise and all, I kinda… forgot."
Akane swallowed nervously. "So… what did you mean by that?"
"Well…" Ranma mumbled. The yelling and sudden tension had thrown his desire to say something Akane might not like right out the window.
"Come on, Ranma," Akane said, sounding annoyed. "Whatever it is, I'll listen until you're finished, alright?"
Ranma sighed, dropping onto the floor and crossing his legs. Akane sat down in front of him, and moved to hold his hand, but then remembered what he had said about touching him.
"It's... Everyone's always touching me," Ranma started, his expression looking like a cross between being embarrassed and annoyed (which he was). "Shampoo, Kodachi, and even Ukyo. They do it whenever they want, 'cause they know I'm not gonna push 'em off, since the only ways to do that would be to hurt 'em or…"
"Ranma, even I could get out of Shampoo's dumb glomps," Akane interrupted. She winced when Ranma glared at her. "Sorry."
Ranma pulled Akane to her feet, and told her to wait. A minute later, Ranma raced back into the dojo as a girl, with a steaming kettle in one hand. Dropping the kettle and not even breaking stride, she latched onto Akane in an Amazon Glomp, (in the Amazon Village, it was otherwise known as The Grip of the Desperate Octopus).
"Hey, stop that!" Akane said, sounding embarrassed.
"Alright, make me let go without doing it the way you figured out," Ranma said.
Akane rolled her eyes theatrically, but obliged, squirming and trying to break Ranma's grip on her body. Ranma just grinned and rubbed her head against Akane's shoulder.
"Airen soft in chest," she said in falsetto.
"Gakk!" Akane replied intelligently. She turned bright red, resisting the urge to pummel her fiancée and telling herself that they had done a lot more than hug not too long ago. A few minutes passed, with Akane trying to break free, and Ranma laughing at her.
"I give up, can I do it my way now?" Akane said, trying not to sound impatient.
"Sure," Ranma said, sounding amused. Two seconds later, Akane pushed Ranma off of her, looking triumphant.
"See! Easy." Akane's voice was smug. Ranma just cleared her throat, somehow managing to sound sarcastic without even saying anything.
"Ya wanna take another look and see why I never did that?" Ranma asked, sounding sure of herself. Akane glanced down to notice her hands firmly attached to the upper and well developed half of Ranma's chest, and promptly yanked her hands back as if burned.
"Well," she grumbled, "that explains that."
Ranma just smirked.
Fighting both her temper and the embarrassment, Akane tried to pick up where Ranma left off. "So… what's that about you not wanting to be touched?"
Ranma's face fell as she turned the kettle over her head. Akane winced at how fast that question had dropped the lighter mood. She distantly remembered something about Ranma's thing about being touched from his memories, but it wasn't strong enough to see clearly.
"Well, it's just that everyone's always touching me, you know? I mean, before I came here, the only time I touched someone else was when I was fighting them, and then Ukyo was always putting an arm around me, or Shampoo was latching onto me like she was Satan's Leech or something. Kodachi…" Ranma shuddered. "I don't even wanna go there. Kuno was always trying too, grabbing me from behind, and that bastard Sanzenin…"
"Anyway…" Akane cut in, trying to derail that train of thought. Once you got Ranma thinking about Mikado Sanzenin, it was almost impossible to keep him from hunting down the pervert and stomping him into the ground wherever Ranma found him.
"Everyone… everyone doesn't care that I don't like being touched. I want to scream every time someone puts a hand on me when I don't want them too. It's like they don't care what I think about it. I mean, how would you like it if Kuno, Mousse, and your friend Sayuri were always grabbing at you?"
"Yeah, that's how I feel. No one seems to care that if I don't want to be touched, then they shouldn't touch me. But they do anyway! And sometimes…"
Akane stopped herself from reaching for her fiancée, wanting to stop him, but she didn't know if right now was a good time to touch him.
"…sometimes I just want to reach over and smack them. And I mean hard enough to rattle their teeth around, and then tell them how they like it when I do shit like that all the time."
Unable to help herself, Akane reached forward, and gently took his head in her hands. When Ranma didn't flinch of pull back, Akane pulled him against her, burying her head in Ranma's chest.
"Want me to let go?" she asked quietly.
"No." Ranma voice sounded a little unsure, but Akane took his words as true anyway. "But if I don't feel like being touched…"
"I won't. I know how you feel. Why do you think I fought the Hentai Horde every damn morning?"
"You know," Ranma said, his grin returning. "I think I'm starting to rub off on you. You curse a lot more than you used to."
"It's your damn thoughts. They might be gone, but they cursed a lot. You're vulgar, you pervert."
"Who are you calling a pervert, Miss I-Want-To-Be-On-Top-In-The-Tub?"
"SHUT IT!" Akane shrieked.
"So, son-in-law, I see you're cured."
Akane and Ranma whirled towards the voice at the dojo entrance.
OMAKE - OMAKE - OMAKE - OMAKE - OMAKE - OMAKE
Creatures of the purest evil.
Ranma hated them.
Why the fuck did they keep showing up in the Tendo house?
"THE SEALS, TENDO, THE SEALS!" screamed Genma Saotome. Soun was trying to slap sealing wards on a large box; Kasumi stood in a corner praying, while Nabiki stood watch, pointing out pieces of the creature for Ranma to crush when they cut themselves off of the main body and tried to run away. Genma was trying to slam the lid back onto the box, putting his not-insurmountable weight on top of it. Akane was out in the dojo, exercising. No one could be spared to go and get her assistance.
"THAT'S ALL OF THEM!" Nabiki screamed over the roaring of… it.
Ranma jumped into the air, landing with all the force he could muster on the lid, slapping seals around the edges. The malevolent force inside wailed horrible, shoving back at the restraints.
Kasumi appeared out of nowhere with a cross. "THE BLOOD OF CHRIST COMPELS THEE! THE BLOOD OF CHRIST COMPELS THEE!"
With a gurgle, the thing stopped pushing as the sealing wards finally contained it. Everyone slumped to the floor in exhaustion.
"Kami, the ki on that one…" grumbled Ranma. "You could feel it like a lead weight on you."
"I'd rather face the Master than this," muttered Soun, who was far too exhausted to cry.
"Martial artists must put they're lives on the line, but this is above and beyond," groaned Genma. It had taken them two hours to reseal the… the it since the box had accidentally been opened by Kasumi that morning.
"Hey, guys, what's wrong with you?" Akane asked, appearing from her workout.
A general groan was all she got as a response.
Akane just frowned as she stared at the thin wooden shell that stood between the world and untapped evil. "Why is the picnic basket I made covered in seals!" she demanded.
Well, I suppose this one took a long time to put out there, but that is because I couldn't stand having other stories in my head screaming to get out, and raced out the first two chapters of my next fanfic, called The Real Breaking Point. After I finished those two chapters (one of which I sent off to my editor. Everyone say "Hello" to SilverBullet),Iwent ahead and changed that first chapter on him, and then merged those two chapters into one 9,000 word chapter, meaning I'm going to have to send it off to him again... Sorry 'bout this.
I know, I know, I'm making excuses, I'm dragging my feet, etc, etc...
On second thought, let me take that back,cause AnimeCrazyGal probably would...
For those of you who don't want to, what you're about to read is myself answering a couple of reviews. Said reviews are flames (well, one is constructive criticism, barely). You do not have to listen to them, you can just move on if you wish.
Dear Reviewer Raen:
As sad as you say my story is, allow me to counter-argue your review:
Your post stated:
It's sad when a writer with potential cannot create good work beacuse (A/N, this is spelled BECAUSE) he has some kind of hate for a character. The old cliche of everyone suddenly hates Ryoga and Ryoga is a despicable asshole is overdone. Its (IT'S) OOC and takes away from a story when you bash a character.
(The "old cliché, as you put it, is an accurate response to such a discovery of Ryoga/
chan, I think.)
You know when does Ryoga get to be fed up?
(When is Ryoga fed up, you ask? When isn't Ryoga fed up! He's in a perpetual state of being Angry At Ranma, rivaled only by his state of Being Lost. His typical greeting is "Prepare to die!")
Everyone uses him for their own gain. Akane uses him to make Ranma jealous. Ukyou (Spelling debatable. Matter of opinion, really.) uses him to get Ranma. Shampoo and Cologne do the same.
(Ukyo does use him to get Ranma. Ryoga does not care about this, because he doesn't want Ukyo, he wants Akane, and getting Ranma and Ukyo together clears the path (or so he thinks). Same with Cologne and Shampoo.)
He's doomed to wander for enternity (ETERNITY) and to top it off he's cursed to become a cute litlle (LITTLE) piggy when hit with cold water, that might be a small problem for someone who can get lost going to the bathroom.
(So? Ranma is forever cursed to be terrified of a very common house pet. I feel sorry for them both for that. As for the bathroom, since Ryoga's perpetually in a state of lost, this typically means he's out in the wild. No problem there. Cats are everywhere, even in the wild. Ranma will have a much harder time avoiding them.)
But in the end their (THERE) is Ranma. Who mocks him and when he gets a chance toys with the guys (GUY'S) heart and laments on how hard done he is.
(Of course Ranma mocks him. Ryoga's using Ranma's honor to sleep in Akane's bed. I think a little taunting vs. Akane's bed is one fuck of a deal. Besides that, even if he mocks Ryoga, he still honors his word and tries his best to keep Akane from witnessing Ryoga change. He wants her to figure it out.)
A good authour (AUTHOR) puts himself in the characters (CHARACTER'S) place and your (YOU'RE) not doing that.
(Of course I am. I'm just primarily doing Akane and Ranma, mostly Ranma. The title of the story is "Ranma ½" not "Ryoga ½.")
Your (YOU'RE) riding (WRITING) out how you see Ranma should act and your (YOU'RE) forgetting other characters. Try to imagine the other side. What is going through Ryoga's mind? By the way, in Ranma the manga no character was created to be a bastard, all had their reasons and deep down all were good people.
(If no person in the manga was created to be a bastard, then Happosai should be erased. Kuno (all of them) should be erased. Ranma's father should be erased. These aren't exactly world-class people. Taro? Saffron? I don't care how they ended up, their way of doing things is not nice. Hey, wait, are you saying all of these people are kind-hearted souls who love each other? Are you nuts? Your last name is Kuno, isn't it?)
Personally if Ryoga is such a bastard why not have left Ranma as a woman forever. Ha, the irony. This man amongst man forever being a woman.
(As for Ryoga being honorable, using the locked curse is not much of an example. If you would please pick up your manga and re-read it, you will find that Ryoga was not helping Ranma in order to make sure Ranma could change back. He was, in fact, only after the curse-locking ladle, under the mistaken assumption that he could use it to freeze himself in guy-form. (incidentally, Mousse was along for the same reason) As it was, when Ranma discovered this by finding them after they locked themselves in pig and duck form, he allowed them to tag along anyway for the cure. Personally, I'm of the frame of mind that he could have just left them to rot in animal form, as it would solve several problems, such as Ryoga the Rival, and Mousse the Eternally Spiteful.)
This reveiw (REVIEW) comes from the endless stories of mutalated (MUTILATED)
chans and Ranma eaisly (EASILY) crushing Ryoga
(Let us think. Akane's typical reaction to the slightest act of perversion (real or imagined) is (SURVEY SAYS!):
She lashes out violently at perversion at every chance, whether it's there or not. Since
chan typically does the following:
A). Sleeps in her bed
B.) Snuggles into her chest
C.) Is in her room when she changes (whether or not he watches, since Akane is prone to leaping to conclusions faster than Principal Kuno can say "haircut.")
D.) Listens to her confessions and thoughts, since she always tells her precious pet.
I think discovering that a real person, not just a pet, is there, a violent and/or angry reaction on Akane's part is not unimaginable. It is, sadly to say, par for the course. Even Kasumi calls her sister violent, in volume one.)
and becoming the hero as the evil Ryoga is banished from interferring (INTERFERING) with Akane and Ranma. Your story is the straw that topped it. So I ask of you if you hate a character please write them out.
(As you ask, I can't simply "write them out." If I wrote out those kinds of people, it wouldn't be much of a story, now would it?)
You hurt the story by this meaningless and moronic bashing.
(If you didn't like the story, why did you read so much of it? Something tells me that there is a chance that this man's behavior is similar to Ryoga's, and doesn't like to see opposing opinions.)
And now for another reviewer, Nomen.
Well, it's true that I have a tendency to fix people's problems, it's what I do. You said that, if I'm going to beat Ryoga (to a bloody pulp, which is what I did) then I should give a good reason for doing so, not just because I wanted to. So, here's the reason, straight from the story.
Ranma, Ryoga, rivals, no likey each other.
Ryoga attack Ranma, not good. Bad way get on Ranma good side.
Ranma potion make fight until dead. Punch hit kick many many.
Seriously, that's the reason. Ranma doesn't like Ryoga for what he does using his pig-form, and, while under the potion, Ryoga attacked him. The potion made him fight, and really fight, not the usual way, but with intent to kill. Soun and Nodoka later beating him are simply karma (and an irritated father and an honor-loving mother) coming back to haunt him.
I tore into Raen more than Nomen (which means "name") because Nomen was trying to be constructive, unlike Raen. I was just defending my story, though I agree that I do tend to write more speech than I do descriptive text (a few times, it's on purpose, such as after the Happosai fight).
For my last note, I would like to think that anyone who writes heavy flames such as these would do the rest of us a favor, and leave your f-cking name. It's hypocritical to leave a large flame and heavy criticism of someone's work, saying how much you hate it, and what's wrong with it, and etc, etc, and then say, "By the way, I'm not leaving you a link back to my stuff, I'm going to post anonymously, because heaven forbid you should have anything to say if you read my work (this is meant for YOU, Raen. Nomen (though anonymous) was trying to help.)