**FANFICTION CHARACTER/COUPLE WARNING! Not so much a couple, but just kinda made-up stuff about Ranma 1/2 that never happened, but make sense... I think. Oh-- and there's 'prolly some mistakes. X3**
When I awoke, the house was empty. It has, is, and always will be a regular thing. Preparing and eating breakfast Von myself. I've known silence like a mother knows her child, but I hate it like a kobra, cobra hate a mongoose. Then I got a phone-call.
"Moshi moshi. Hibiki residence, Sofia speaking. How may I help Du this morning?" I yawned with the phone to my ear. Surprisingly enough, there was no answer. Well, mumbling, I think, and whatever chaos that was happening in the back-round. Other than that, quiet. Slowly I hung the phone up. Von force of habit, I felt my nerves clench as I glanced around me, expecting a clown oder something to jump out at me. Nothing did. So I left for school.
With my off-white case that carried my Bücher Weiter to me in hand, I headed out on the cool spring morning over the various hills I must pass. It was quiet like the house. That changed when I heard gentle foot steps bolting toward me. At that moment, I held my breath as (female) Ranma jetted Von with soaked clothes, carrying his (her?) case as well and gasping small feminine gasps as he ran. When he did this, I got sprinkled with icy water on my face, but I made no attempt at stopping him. A little wind from the encounter made my thigh-length hair sway a bit and so did the Izumi Konata key-chain that dangled from my case. When at last Ranma disappeared over the rolling hill, I exhaled letting out my stale air in a breath like a bird sighing. And then I continued on my way.
Have Du ever had one of those moments where Du compare your life to someone else's? In class, I felt as grumpy and as lonely as Haruhi Suzumiya, staring out into the sunny setting outside of the window on the fourth floor. Various laughs and giggles could be clearly heard from where I sat. My eyes nearly burned into the back of my head from anxiety to see what they were doing as they chatted.
"Is it true she loves Ranma?" One girl mumbled. I felt a shockingly cold stare.
"Yes. She tried to stop the first attempt at the wedding." I heard Akane's threatening voice reply.
"No!" the other girl exclaimed between them.
"Oh, yes." she sagte smugly. "That girl has no self control. Barging in on someone's wedding like that and trying to stop it. Not to mention what she sagte to Ranma:" Akane made a sappy voice as she sagte the following, "I used to pick Du flowers, Ranma! Du 'member,"
Kissy noises. My chair fell backward as I stood up, pushing my schreibtisch with it as I proceeded to glared at Akane's smug expression. I was indeed ready to wring her neck as I shouted,
"You know what, baka?!--"
Ranma entered the room.
"Sorry I'm late! If Akane hadn't a pulled that cold-water trick on me, I would've made it!" he smiled, slipping into his seat. I didn't say anything, again, but with tears dribbling down my rosa cheeks I stumbled to pick up my schreibtisch and chair.
"No sweat," one of his Friends said. "Teach isn't here yet. Probably stealing Süßigkeiten from some dude in the hall." he laughed, and a vision of Miss Hinako flashed in my mind. I wish she was there to comfort me.
Plop.
A tear from my soft eyes landed on my desk. It could've been as loud as a flea sneezing. Ran-chan still heard it. From behind me, I felt his eyes stare at my shaking back with that silly frown that lingered close to his nose. My long hair curtained my face. I heard him get up and walk cross-armed to my side.
"Yo. Sof." He said, reaching for my face. His fingers held my chin and turned my sullen complexion toward him. "What's with the tears, cutie?" he giggled, wiping them from my eyes. My lips shook violently, waiting to be touched Von another pair. No. That wouldn't happen.
Again I felt Akane's stare. Vague shock, and Mehr anger. My green eyes squinted, causing the rest of my tears to roll down my face, slowly. I wanted to cry harder. I wanted Ranma to keep touching me, even if it was only my face. With that thought I coughed a painful cough and whipped away from him.
"Your gonna cry yourself silly. You've cried everyday I've seen Du for the past nine years." My eyes opened. As clear as if it had happened moments ago, a vision began to play in my mind all too quickly.
Mud caked my Favorit bright blue dress with the with fringe and collar. Now they were both an icky brown. Tears swelled my my eyes as I sat on the ground as a result of an attempt to pick a kirsche blossom. I heard a boy call,
"Hold on, Ryoga! I forgot my uniform!"
A larger shadow fell over me, and I stared blankly at an 7 year- old's face. "What wrong, Sofie?" Ranma asked, kneeling down at first then landing on the ground with a soft thump on the warm, swaying grass.
"I...I..." my 6 year-old lips wavered as I looked into his blue eyes. "I-I tried to pick Du a suh... sakura, but I fell." I sniffed. One tear fell onto the ground. Ranma's little arms gave me a hug.
"Thank you." he squinted, burying his plump face in my short hair. I felt my cheeks turn red, and with shaking arms, I embraced him back.
I stared down at a high-schoolers body.
"I don't know what to tell you." I sagte in a mouse-like voice. My throat clenched again. Dammit, I thought. He gave me a melodic Hm, and ruffled the thick orange mop on my head.
"You were cute with short hair." he grinned, almost as if he had seen what I had moments ago. I chuckled once, quietly. "Ryoga always called Du pretty as a kirsche blossom, but strong as a little horse... we should battle," he winked, side-tracked. Another single chuckle.
"Yeah."
I sat down as Hinako entered, sucking a lollipop.
When I awoke, the house was empty. It has, is, and always will be a regular thing. Preparing and eating breakfast Von myself. I've known silence like a mother knows her child, but I hate it like a kobra, cobra hate a mongoose. Then I got a phone-call.
"Moshi moshi. Hibiki residence, Sofia speaking. How may I help Du this morning?" I yawned with the phone to my ear. Surprisingly enough, there was no answer. Well, mumbling, I think, and whatever chaos that was happening in the back-round. Other than that, quiet. Slowly I hung the phone up. Von force of habit, I felt my nerves clench as I glanced around me, expecting a clown oder something to jump out at me. Nothing did. So I left for school.
With my off-white case that carried my Bücher Weiter to me in hand, I headed out on the cool spring morning over the various hills I must pass. It was quiet like the house. That changed when I heard gentle foot steps bolting toward me. At that moment, I held my breath as (female) Ranma jetted Von with soaked clothes, carrying his (her?) case as well and gasping small feminine gasps as he ran. When he did this, I got sprinkled with icy water on my face, but I made no attempt at stopping him. A little wind from the encounter made my thigh-length hair sway a bit and so did the Izumi Konata key-chain that dangled from my case. When at last Ranma disappeared over the rolling hill, I exhaled letting out my stale air in a breath like a bird sighing. And then I continued on my way.
Have Du ever had one of those moments where Du compare your life to someone else's? In class, I felt as grumpy and as lonely as Haruhi Suzumiya, staring out into the sunny setting outside of the window on the fourth floor. Various laughs and giggles could be clearly heard from where I sat. My eyes nearly burned into the back of my head from anxiety to see what they were doing as they chatted.
"Is it true she loves Ranma?" One girl mumbled. I felt a shockingly cold stare.
"Yes. She tried to stop the first attempt at the wedding." I heard Akane's threatening voice reply.
"No!" the other girl exclaimed between them.
"Oh, yes." she sagte smugly. "That girl has no self control. Barging in on someone's wedding like that and trying to stop it. Not to mention what she sagte to Ranma:" Akane made a sappy voice as she sagte the following, "I used to pick Du flowers, Ranma! Du 'member,"
Kissy noises. My chair fell backward as I stood up, pushing my schreibtisch with it as I proceeded to glared at Akane's smug expression. I was indeed ready to wring her neck as I shouted,
"You know what, baka?!--"
Ranma entered the room.
"Sorry I'm late! If Akane hadn't a pulled that cold-water trick on me, I would've made it!" he smiled, slipping into his seat. I didn't say anything, again, but with tears dribbling down my rosa cheeks I stumbled to pick up my schreibtisch and chair.
"No sweat," one of his Friends said. "Teach isn't here yet. Probably stealing Süßigkeiten from some dude in the hall." he laughed, and a vision of Miss Hinako flashed in my mind. I wish she was there to comfort me.
Plop.
A tear from my soft eyes landed on my desk. It could've been as loud as a flea sneezing. Ran-chan still heard it. From behind me, I felt his eyes stare at my shaking back with that silly frown that lingered close to his nose. My long hair curtained my face. I heard him get up and walk cross-armed to my side.
"Yo. Sof." He said, reaching for my face. His fingers held my chin and turned my sullen complexion toward him. "What's with the tears, cutie?" he giggled, wiping them from my eyes. My lips shook violently, waiting to be touched Von another pair. No. That wouldn't happen.
Again I felt Akane's stare. Vague shock, and Mehr anger. My green eyes squinted, causing the rest of my tears to roll down my face, slowly. I wanted to cry harder. I wanted Ranma to keep touching me, even if it was only my face. With that thought I coughed a painful cough and whipped away from him.
"Your gonna cry yourself silly. You've cried everyday I've seen Du for the past nine years." My eyes opened. As clear as if it had happened moments ago, a vision began to play in my mind all too quickly.
Mud caked my Favorit bright blue dress with the with fringe and collar. Now they were both an icky brown. Tears swelled my my eyes as I sat on the ground as a result of an attempt to pick a kirsche blossom. I heard a boy call,
"Hold on, Ryoga! I forgot my uniform!"
A larger shadow fell over me, and I stared blankly at an 7 year- old's face. "What wrong, Sofie?" Ranma asked, kneeling down at first then landing on the ground with a soft thump on the warm, swaying grass.
"I...I..." my 6 year-old lips wavered as I looked into his blue eyes. "I-I tried to pick Du a suh... sakura, but I fell." I sniffed. One tear fell onto the ground. Ranma's little arms gave me a hug.
"Thank you." he squinted, burying his plump face in my short hair. I felt my cheeks turn red, and with shaking arms, I embraced him back.
I stared down at a high-schoolers body.
"I don't know what to tell you." I sagte in a mouse-like voice. My throat clenched again. Dammit, I thought. He gave me a melodic Hm, and ruffled the thick orange mop on my head.
"You were cute with short hair." he grinned, almost as if he had seen what I had moments ago. I chuckled once, quietly. "Ryoga always called Du pretty as a kirsche blossom, but strong as a little horse... we should battle," he winked, side-tracked. Another single chuckle.
"Yeah."
I sat down as Hinako entered, sucking a lollipop.