Anime/Manga Fan Fiction >> Ranma ½
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By Dewin Duvae
It rained in Nerima. Well that was natural, to say that
it rained in Nerima would be like saying that there's a
fog/smog in London. This time though it REALLY
rained. Not the kind of rain that's fast enough to
surprise a person and just enough to get him wet. This
was the kind of rain that went on for 90 days and 90
nights and would have covered the whole earth if it
could. Of course, Nerima being the way it is, the
drainage system could have survived something ten
times worse and may just have to before this story is
On nights like this all good little martial artists stayed
at home and had a hot cup of sake. Unless they were
too young, if so they watched television and shivered
while looking out through the window. Nights like
this were made for cudling up on the couch in front
of the TV. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky
enough to be able to do this. Somewhere in Nerima, a
little black pig is ploughing his way through the rain.
He's lost and hungry and most of all, he's alone.
P-chan nibbled on the end of the yellow and black
bandanna that was tied around his neck and shivered.
Soaked from the cold rain, he couldn't even feel the
water chilling his feet anymore, they where like
clumps of rock and just as hard to move. He stood
still, feeling the water driping from his snout. A
feeling of sadness krept over him as he watched the
rain hit the asphalt. P-chan felt his head
getting hotter but stoically continued walking beside the
red, brickwall anyway. At some point he should get
inside, he figured. He turned as it did and walked
straight as it did, keeping an eye on it at all times just
to make sure that he didn't lose it or get lost himself.
He sneezed loudly and leaned against the wall to rest.
Breathing out, he looked from side to side of the
street anxiously hoping for something he would
recognise. Like the high redbrick wall around the
Tendo home, the small fence around his own or that
bellyflooping 3 in yellow that means hamburgers. All
he could see was a long street with ordinary houses on
every side. Looking like any other housed street he
had ever walked through.
With his head hangin low, he walked on in the rain.
The wall turned left and so did he. After running
through a gauntlet of leaves and branches it turned left again.
He followed it over a pile of grass that fairly reeked
of fermented bananas. And then on to a more sweet
The wall never seemed to end and he was sure there
was some sort of magic at play. For every time there
was clear sight, he looked around franticaly, trying to
see if he recognised where he was. He never did
though, not that it was very surprising, he wouldn't
have recognised his parents if he had seen them.
Mainly because he hadn't seen very much of them at
all. Directly after his birth, his mother had gotten lost,
despite the fact that she had been deemed to weak to
move, let alone walk. He had been taken care of by
the the nurses at his ward and when he was old
enough. He had been sent to the Hibiki home with a
note from the nurses wich would have explained
everything, if there had been anyone there to read it.
The pig sighed and turned around the corner only to
meet a fence. He perked up sligthly as he realised that
he had seen this fence before. When he had run from
Ranma that first time, to avoid having his curse
discovered. He had run straight at the fence and he had
been so blinded by the fear and the rain that he had
kept on running until the ground beneath him had
given way and he had stopped on the other side.
P-chan gently squeezed through the
hole, wich seemed to have shrunk slightly since his
last visit, and he happily continued walking beside the red wall.
That the fence was here meant that her was close
to the Tendo home, where Akane and Ranma lived.
Ever since the day the nurses had left him, he had
been alone. The dogs had occasionaly dragged him
home and one of the nurses had come to check on
him, once in a while. Though that rarelly meant that
he was there to meet them. The only ones who had
really noticed him as something more than another
person on the street were Ranma and Akane. To
Ranma he was a rival and an enemy and to Akane he
was a pet and a friend, though he sometimes wished
otherwise he dearly hoped that none of it changed.
Because if it did, he might lose any bond to them at
As he pushed through another hole between two
bushes, lightning began playing up in the clouds,
creating shadows that came and disappeared at odd
intervals. A sudden low burst of lightning lit the area
around the pig. "Great!" he thought. "As if it wasn't
enough with the rain. Now Kuno's gearing up for
something dramatic." He bukied a very deep sigh and
passed the Tendo gates for the fifth time that night.
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