Anime/Manga Fan Fiction >> Ranma ½
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By Tail Kinker
Nabiki glanced out the window, and sighed.
"Ranma. They’re back."
Ranma jumped up out of his seat and ran to the door.
"About time. It’s been damn near a
"Uh, Ranma..." Nabiki shook her head.
"It’s only Kasumi and Risa. Akane’s not
Ranma stopped, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
"You sure? Maybe she’s outside the wall,
Nabiki shook her head again. "No, Ranma." She
stepped back, and dropped into a chair. "You’d
best be ready to comfort your daughter. She doesn’t
look very happy."
Nabiki shuffled out of her bedroom, rubbing her head.
She was not a morning person, as anyone who lived at
the Tendo home could attest. She staggered in the general
direction of the kitchen, hoping that Kasumi had beaten her
to the coffee maker.
That way, I won’t have to make it myself, or
wait for it to brew.
A red-haired tornado roared past her, almost knocking
"Sorry about that!"
Nabiki shook her head, and looked down at the pigtailed
redhead in the Chinese clothing. "Well, watch where the
heck you’re going, Ranma!" She rubbed her
forehead. "You could kill someone like that."
"Umm..." The redhead grinned impishly.
"It’s Risa, Naki-chan. Papa isn’t here
Nabiki paused, and studied the girl more closely.
"What the hell?"
Tendo Risa’s hair was caught back in its usual
pigtail, but her bangs were not held back by pins or
barrettes, and hung free in her face. The style was an exact
copy of her father’s. Plus, she’d managed to
scratch up one of Ranma’s old red silk shirts, and
even wore a pair of his bracers. The only flaw in the
illusion was that her pants were form-fitting black spandex,
something that Ranma would never have worn, regardless of
Well, check that. Ranma had worn a Playboy bunny suit,
on at least two occasions that Nabiki could recall, to win a
Risa held out her arms and turned on the spot. "You
"Uh, yeah. Even when I first saw it, eighteen years
ago. Very cute." Nabiki shook her head in
"Thanks. Gotta go--Ryouga-sensei and Papa are gonna
be here any second."
And in a red and black flash, she was gone.
Nabiki shook her head. "It’s gonna be one of
those days. Where’s that coffee?"
* * * * *
The kata was one of Risa’s favourites, the
result of six hours’ study and collaboration between
her, her father, and her two teachers. The resulting
kata was part wu shuu, part kempo, part musabetsa
kakotou - and all hers. Not her father, nor her instructors
would use this kata, beyond helping her learn it
better. And no one else at all could possibly learn it.
Hibiki Ryouga stepped in through the main doors of the
dojo, and paused. His student - his first student,
and in an odd way, his final victory over his hated opponent
and best friend, Saotome Ranma.
Risa snapped and whirled her way through the kata. Her
form was not nearly as airborne as her father’s
school. This was his own influence. At the same time, she
lacked the punishing physical power needed in his form, as
well as the rigorous structure of his wife’s training.
And what she brought to the form was her own blazing speed,
superior even to her father’s.
The form was completed thirty seconds after he walked
through the door, and Risa shifted from the final ready
stance to a long, lazy stretch.
"Not bad, Risa."
Risa’s eyes snapped open - it was the first that
Ryouga had realized she’d been going through the form
with her eyes closed. "Good morning, sensei."
"You’re doing well." He sat down before
the iroha, and Risa did the same, facing him.
"I’d say that Soun and Genma just wasted all
"How so?" Risa’s face showed no concern;
"Well...You remember that your grandfathers
basically arranged...your existence, right?" Ryouga
looked rather nervous. "What they wanted was the
ultimate martial artist, and they were rather disappointed
when...when your parents had a girl."
Risa giggled. "It wasn’t like they could
pick, you know."
"Nonetheless...Genma and Soun were
disappointed." He smirked. "It’s nice to see
that you’ve exceeded all their hopes." He hopped
to his feet. "Let’s start with the sixth basic
"He’s not coming today. Said he had things to
She frowned at this, then hopped to her feet and assumed
a ready stance.
* * * * *
"I tell you, Kasumi, it was really freaky."
Nabiki stirred her coffee absentmindedly, as she had been
for the last five minutes. "If Kuno-chan had seen her,
he’d have lost what little of his mind he has
Kasumi set her tea cup down. "It should hardly be
surprising, Nabiki. After all, he is her father. Some amount
of family resemblance--"
"Yeah, I know, Kasumi. But it wasn’t just
family resemblance, okay? I mean, it was--" She sighed,
and tossed the spoon across the kitchen and into the sink.
"Look, in the first place, she musta gone a lot out of
her way to get that stuff. The shirt and the bracers.
Doesn’t seem like she could pull it off on a
"Maybe she’s been planning this for a while,
"You know our girl, Kasumi. She has nothing
but whims. Though when she does go after something,
it’s like watching a bulldog at work. Total
singlemindedness. You’ve been with her for the last
month. In China, yes, so she coulda gotten some of that
stuff there. Did you ever give her a chance to go
"No, we didn’t have the money for
"And you’d think after the trip, and the
disappointment, that she’d be moping about the house
today. Instead she’s a bundle of energy."
"She’s a teenager, and quite
"Resilient is one thing. She was depressed as hell
yesterday, and all cheerful and happy this morning."
Nabiki took a long pull from her coffee. "About the
family resemblance. Need I remind you that for Risa to have
that much of a family resemblance, Ranma would have to have
been her mother, not her father?"
Kasumi giggled--even at nearly forty, she could still
get away with it. "That would be an interesting thing
"No thanks. He’s unstable enough as it
is." Nabiki chuckled.
"Do remember, sister, that Ranma in his female form
strongly resembles Saotome-san."
Kasumi nodded. "It’s most likely that
Saotome-san looked a lot like Ranma, or Risa, as a young
"Still...you can barely tell she’s a
Tendo." Nabiki leaned back and sighed. "It’s
like...everything she has in her, came from her father. And
nothing from Akane."
Kasumi sighed. "Two years ago, you would have said
that that was a good thing."
"Hey, it’s not like I hate my baby sister. I
just don’t care for her recent actions,
"I know." Kasumi nodded. "I miss her
"Yeah. And so does Risa. She’s probably just
burying her feelings; they’ll bubble up again later.
And we’ll have to pick up the pieces. Maybe I can head
some of that off..." Nabiki sighed, and raised her
coffee cup to her lips again. And paused, and frowned.
"She called him Papa..."
* * * * *
Nabiki didn’t always have all the facts. It just
usually seemed that way.
The attic of the Tendo house was filled with treasures.
Though none dated back more than fifty years, they were many
and varied, and formed a living testament to the Tendo
family trait of being packrats. It was in the attic, several
months ago, that Risa had found the backpack, with the name
’Saotome Ranma’ stitched into the backing.
She’d wanted to take it with her on the trip, but
had decided against it. It might have been damaged, or lost.
And her father’s possessions were few, and fewer still
of those had found their way to her.
Within the pack, she’d found several interesting
things. Three small wooden figurines, several blocks of
wood, and a carving knife. Ten silk shirts of various
colours, some with no sleeves. The leather bracers. Five
pairs of identical black pants. Two pairs of black satin
slippers. A Chinese Maoist uniform, of all things. A small
More out of a sense of fun than anything else,
she’d thrown together the Ranma outfit, modeling
herself after one of the old photos of her father. The black
pants wouldn’t fit her, and she ignored the boxers,
giving them no more of a thought than a subvocalized
At the moment, she sat cross-legged on her bed, in the
room that had once been her mother’s. In her hand was
one of the wooden figurines.
A panda. I wonder why he carved a panda?
She carefully set the figurine on her dresser, then
picked up the carving knife and the block of pine.
* * * * *
Kasumi looked up from the dishes. "Oh, my."
She reached immediately for her first-aid kit.
Sure enough, Risa came trudging down the stairs, her
hand wrapped in a T-shirt. "Um, Aunt
"Come here, child." She uncapped a bottle of
peroxide and set to cleaning the small cut on Risa’s
palm. As she worked, she asked the girl, "What did you
do to yourself?"
"Well...I was trying to carve something."
"Oh?" She looked up. "You’ve never
carved anything before."
"I know." She sighed. "I found some of
Dad’s old wood-carving stuff, and I thought I might
give it a try. I didn’t expect to cut myself, though.
Dad’s old carving knife isn’t too
"I didn’t even know he carved." Kasumi
set an adhesive bandage over the cut. "And perhaps you
should take a little more care when trying it yourself. Make
sure your knife is very sharp. It makes it easier to
"Okay, Aunt Kasumi."
"Oh, and I phoned your grandmother a few minutes
ago. She said she wants to drop by for dinner. Would that be
okay with you?"
"Sure." Risa hopped to her feet.
"And wash that shirt, before you do anything else!
Nothing stains like blood."
* * * * *
Ten minutes later, the carving completely forgotten, she
was sprawled on the floor of the family room, feet kicked up
behind her, a book open on the floor before her.
Nabiki paused as she walked through the family room.
"Hey, kiddo. Whatcha reading?"
Risa mumbled into the pages. "Book on healing
Nabiki craned her neck to look, but the page was written
in Korean. She shook her head in disbelief. Akane
hadn’t been the greatest scholar in the history of
Nerima, and Ranma was mostly clueless. Why was it that their
daughter was so bright? Risa could read six languages, and
speak four. She seemed to have a natural ability to judge
angles, distances and velocities. She had memorized the
appearance, names and properties of almost every plant
common to Japan, and was now apparently learning those of
Korea. Almost anything she set her mind to learning, she
learned. And while she wasn’t yet equal to her father
in the martial arts, she would be soon. And soon thereafter,
"Listen, Risa. I kinda wanted a chance to talk to
Risa looked up. "Sure." She pushed herself
back into a seated position, crossing her legs before
Nabiki chuckled at Risa’s unintentional display of
flexibility as she sat down across from the girl. "Must
be nice to be young." Risa looked startled, and opened
her mouth to apologize, but Nabiki waved it away.
"Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m not exactly
a dinosaur yet.
"First off: You know your mother wanted to be an
Risa blinked. "No. Nobody ever told me about
"Surprise, surprise. She was good, Risa. She could
really bring feeling to a role. You’ve got some of
that gift yourself."
"Yep. Now myself, I wanted to go into business. I
like handling money. And your Aunt Kasumi wanted to go into
"I held you guys back." Risa looked shocked.
"If it wasn’t for me, you could have gone on to
do whatever you wanted."
"What makes you think we didn’t?" Nabiki
grinned. "I had a fair amount of money set aside, but I
knew I couldn’t make it last forever. So I played in
mutual funds, made a bid on some stocks...We’re not
exactly rolling in dough, but the investments I made will
keep us fed and comfortable for the rest of our lives. As
for Kasumi...well, I think all she really wanted to do was
to take care of people. She’s incredibly intelligent.
I know she doesn’t show it very often."
Risa giggled. "That’s how you know."
"Perhaps. But she’s learned an awful lot
since you came to live with us. Including in medicine."
She leaned forwards. "Kasumi would really like to see
you become a doctor.
"I..." Risa paused. "I kinda thought I
might wanna do that." She picked up the book. "I
borrowed this from Shampoo, a couple of days ago." She
dropped the book.
"I had an idea you might. Heck, your mom dropped a
single tear, and it was forgive-and-forget, let’s do
anything to make her feel better."
Nabiki waved a hand. "Hey, I don’t really
blame you, okay? I don’t hate your mother.
Really." She sighed, and her gaze wandered to the
window, to the west. "Why do I keep having to tell
Risa shrugged. "To keep reminding
"Yeah, maybe." She looked back at the girl.
"What’s with the clothes?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. I felt like trying them
"Kasumi tells me you cut yourself trying to carve.
You’ve never picked up a carving knife before in your
"I found it upstairs, in the attic."
"Risa..." Nabiki closed her eyes; how to put
this? "Why are you trying to be so much like
"I--" Risa paused. "I don’t
know." She picked up the book, and stood up.
"Grandma always told me that I should try to be like
"I don’t think this is what she meant."
Nabiki grinned. "She’ll be here in a while...you
can ask her then."
* * * * *
Ranma’s skill in the kitchen was remarkable, for
someone who insisted on acting as manly as possible. And he
had only improved since the last time she’d seen him
in this kitchen.
Upon hearing that his mother would be present for
dinner, he’d demanded to be allowed to help. Kasumi,
of course, was only happy to let him. And so he’d torn
into the meal, moving about six times faster than Kasumi,
working on five different dishes. And preparing so much that
one would think he was making five different meals.
Well, it made sense. Both Ranma and Risa were heavy
eaters, and Nodoka, for all that her manners were better,
could tuck away an awful lot as well.
Nabiki watched the barely controlled chaos in the
kitchen, biting her lip. She wanted to offer her help, for
so many reasons, but knew fully well that she was not
anything like the equal of either of these two.
"Hey, guys. Can I help?"
Kasumi glanced up from the rice. "Why, certainly,
Risa. What would you like to do?"
Nabiki bit her lip to keep from laughing. Like her
mother, Risa couldn’t cook worth a damn. Unlike her
mother, however, she was showing slow but steady
improvement, and a willingness to listen to direction.
Risa craned her neck, to spy on whatever it was Ranma
was currently mixing up in a bowl. "Dad’s gonna
need some pork filling for those buns, right? I can make
some up from the leftover meat in the fridge."
Kasumi’s smile became a touch strained.
"Perhaps you could chop the meat. Make sure it’s
quite small. I’ll work on the rest of the
"Okay!" Risa grabbed the largest butcher knife
off the block, only to have Kasumi take it away from her and
hand her a smaller blade. Nabiki snickered.
* * * * *
"Thank you again for having me." Nodoka bowed
as she stepped backward out of the house. She turned and
began to walk down the road, smiling slightly at the events
of the evening.
"Grandma? Can I talk with you a minute?"
She turned back, to see Risa running towards her.
"Of course." She smiled. "I always have time
for my favourite granddaughter."
"I know, it’s an old joke." She sighed.
"So serious at times. What’s on your
"I wanted to know..." She bit her lip.
"Aunt Kasumi says that Dad tried to visit me all the
time, when he wasn’t allowed to. Twice a
"Yes, that’s true."
"Why didn’t he try harder?" She threw up
her hands. "I mean, it’s not like Aunt Kasumi or
Aunt Nabiki could really stop him, right?"
"Well, I suppose that’s true. Though I think
you underestimate your aunts. Especially Nabiki; she could
always make your father do whatever she wanted."
"But I mean...I don’t know." She sighed.
"I always figured he could do anything he wanted to. I
mean, once he set his mind to it, there was nothing he
couldn’t do. So the only reason he couldn’t see
me is if he didn’t want to."
"Risa..." Nodoka sighed. "There was a
very good reason why he couldn’t see you."
"What was it?"
"I asked him not to."
"...What?" Risa’s face was a mask of
shock. "You’re kidding, right?"
"But...But you told him to...?" She shook her
head. "Why would you do that? Why would you keep my dad
away from me?"
Nodoka sighed. "I’ve not looked forward to
this conversation...You see, Risa, the courts were very
unhappy about the situation between your mother and your
father. And though I feel the problem mostly stemmed from
your mother, Ranma was not entirely to blame. He had his
faults, not the least of which was a bad tendency to tease
"You thought he was unfit."
"I thought he was much too young to be a father. He
agrees with this, by the way. But as to not seeing you...I
knew that if he caused any trouble, the courts would be
pulled in again, possibly the police. Your father could have
ended up in jail, and you sent off to Hokkaido or
Risa thought about this. "So by keeping him out of
trouble, you kept me with my aunts, instead of with some
strangers, somewhere far away."
"I’m glad you understand."
"I don’t think I do." Risa shook her
head, tears flowing from her eyes. "Couldn’t he
have done something? I mean, he could have written, he could
"I agree, he could have written. Though I’m
not sure that that would have been a good thing, either. But
your father’s not good at such things; he has a very
hard time telling anyone how he really feels, you know
"Yeah." Risa smiled through the tears.
"Seen that often enough."
"Remember, I know what he went through. I can read
him better than most; I’m his mother. And I went
through it as well; his father took him from me when he was
six, and I didn’t see him again until he was
"I know...It just feels like he let me down, you
"I know. Try to forgive him. He’s doing the
best he can now, and that’s a lot better than he
could’ve done when you were four."
* * * * *
"Did Nabiki tell you what she’s been up to
Ranma blew the steam off of his tea before answering.
"She said that she was actin’ weird, that’s
"She found a pack of your clothes and such in the
attic. She came downstairs dressed up like you. She picked
up a knife and some wood--"
"I’d forgotten all about that." Ranma
grinned. "I used to do some woodcarving...helped while
away time on the road."
"Well, she found that, and tried carving. Cut
herself a bit, nothing major."
"That’s kind of odd..."
"I don’t think so." Kasumi set down her
tea. "After this trip, to see Akane...well, she was
rather crushed. She’s been in a bit of a funk all the
way back from China. And I think this is some type of
lashing-out at her mother."
"Most likely. Now, I’m not a psychiatrist,
but I’d say she’s going to get over that.
She’ll probably lash out at you in some way. Try not
to take it too hard."
Risa moped into the room; Kasumi needed only one glance.
"Why, Risa! You’ve been crying!"
"A bit, yeah." She nodded. "I’m
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..." She sat down at the table, and
picked up a cup of tea. She grinned; Kasumi had already
prepared it the way she liked it, lots of milk and
"Listen, Risa...I found something for you
today." Ranma reached under the table and pulled out a
small box. "I had to look hard for it, I tell ya, but I
think you’ll like it."
"What is it?" Risa took the box.
"It’s a videocassette." Ranma grinned.
"Nabiki was sure she’d lost it, but we found it
in a box in the attic."
"What’s on it?"
"Well, your aunt Nabiki made a movie once, for a
course she was taking. Your mom was one of the stars.
Thought you’d like to see it."
"...Yeah. I think I would." Risa opened the
box, glanced down at the cassette. "Aunt Nabiki told me
that Mom wanted to be an actress."
"That she did. I ruined her first big chance, sad
to say, but she did really well in this one. So did Nabiki;
she got top marks."
Risa looked up. "Why did you...?"
Ranma shrugged. "You’ve seen lots of me over
the last few years, but you’ve only had a week with
your mother. This tape has all the out-takes in it, too; you
can have a good laugh over it."
"Are you in it too?"
"Yeah...so laugh hard."
"Okay...thanks, Papa. This means a lot to me."
She smiled impishly. "By the way, we only have a DVD
player here...I don’t even know what sort of machine
will play this tape. You find one of them too?"
"Ah..." Ranma scratched the back of his
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