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Ranma 1/2/Multi: Fanfic: Five Interesting People Ryoga Met
Title: Four Times Ryoga Got Epically Lost and One Time He Didn't Five Interesting People Ryoga Met
Fandoms: Ranma 1/2, Various
Characters: Ryoga Hibiki, Various
Rating: PG
Length: 750 words
Content notes: Ableism, cissexism.
Author's Note: Crossed with Scott Pilgrim, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Soul Eater, Excel Saga, and Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Summary: "Don't tell Akane," he says, "but I...think something has gone really, really wrong."
Ramona Flowers
It’s almost disgusting, how happy he is to hear Ranma’s voice: “Yo.”
“Don’t tell Akane,” he says, “but I...think something has gone really, really wrong.”
“Like, demons took over Nerima-wrong, or you got lost-wrong?”
“Don’t patronize me!”
“Will you just admit that...?” Ranma sighs. “Fine. What do you see?”
Why, that stupid-- ”People. Speaking English. And I think French.”
“Dude, they’re tourists. You’re just in Hong Kong again.”
“You don’t understand. A lot of them are white.”
There’s a pause. “What do you mean, ‘a lot’?”
“I mean, almost everyone! And they keep looking at me like they’ve never seen a Japanese person before!”
“Are you sure they just haven’t seen an idiot before?” Ranma asks.
Why, that goddamn stupid-- “Yes, you moron! Even the girl with blue hair on rollerblades who gave me this coffee is white! It says--” he sounds the words on the cup out carefully--”Tim Horton’s, if that helps.”
“Of course it doesn’t! I failed English!” says Ranma. “Oh, my God! Mr. Tendo will kill you for calling collect from a place full of white people! I’m gettin’ Akane!”
“No, don’t!” Ryoga says miserably, but it’s too late.
Team Avatar
On the one hand, he’s glad Cologne isn’t here. She told him not to come on thispanty raid field trip, because “the only thing worse than letting you wander around lost is letting you wander around lost in the past.” (Feh--stupid old bat.) On the other hand, the people here--including the ones he’s met while looking for Akane, the time machine, that old pervert, Ranma, anybody--speak mostly Chinese. Chinese that Mousse and Shampoo say is really old, “like Japanese in samurai times.”
The little girl with the green eyes--he thinks she’s blind, but can’t be sure--points to herself with both index fingers, slams her fist into her palm.
Ryoga thinks. “I don’t fight girls,” he says.
She throws a giant boulder at him anyway--pulls it to her hands somehow--so he shows them all what his index finger can do.
The guy in the ponytail applauds. The monk with the arrow on his head points at him, says something like: Rock-shishou? The little girl with the green eyes shouts something at the little monk: something unsavory, by the sound of it.
But although his heart belongs to Akane (of course it does, always), the best part is the girl with the braids’ laughter.
Crona
It’s always hard, asking strangers for directions. He does it anyway (a man must face his shame), but still, it’s hard. Especially when he isn’t sure which is worse: the laughter or the shock.
The laughter. The laughter is worse today.
He’s sure this person won’t laugh at him, even as he’s not sure if they’re a man or a woman. (Perhaps it doesn’t matter--after all, Ranma is both.) They’re hunched over, shuffle their feet as they walk.
“Excuse me,” he says, “do you know where the Tendo dojo is?”
The person’s eyes dart, settle finally. (Are they a boy? A girl? Damn!) “Is that in Death City?”
Ryoga...isn’t sure, but he pretends he is. “No. It’s in Tokyo.”
“T-Tokyo, Japan?”
“Of course, Japan!” He holds out his map, to prove it.
There is silence. “I...I know how to deal with this!” the person says, and then they laugh. Hard.
Agent Hyatt of ACROSS (also, Mars)
“Is this Furinkan High School?” he asks.
“No,” the woman says (she’s very pretty--no), ” but it does start with F.” She clears her throat, coughs into a handkerchief. He waits, unsure what to ask next. She (is very pretty) reminds him of Akari. Then she says: “Do you know how to make hydrogen bombs? Excel-senpai and I can’t get this formula right.”
(The Great) Overlord Laharl
“Hey, jerk! If I wanted to take you humans over, who do I kill?”
Sometimes when ghosts and demons come to the dojo, he’s the only one home. It’s one of the perks of living here, he supposes. “Me,” he says.
“I’d tell you to tell your friends how the great Overlord Laharl kicked your ass,” the little demon says (and it is little. And scrawny), “but you’ll be too busy being dead.”
God, it‘s worse than Ranma. “Why don’t you shut up and fight?”
“Have a death wish, do you?” it asks. “You’d better--you’re ugly. And stupid. And I bet nobody likes you. Also, you’re a pig.”
Keep talking, little demon, Ryoga thinks, gathering his chi.
Fandoms: Ranma 1/2, Various
Characters: Ryoga Hibiki, Various
Rating: PG
Length: 750 words
Content notes: Ableism, cissexism.
Author's Note: Crossed with Scott Pilgrim, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Soul Eater, Excel Saga, and Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
Summary: "Don't tell Akane," he says, "but I...think something has gone really, really wrong."
Ramona Flowers
It’s almost disgusting, how happy he is to hear Ranma’s voice: “Yo.”
“Don’t tell Akane,” he says, “but I...think something has gone really, really wrong.”
“Like, demons took over Nerima-wrong, or you got lost-wrong?”
“Don’t patronize me!”
“Will you just admit that...?” Ranma sighs. “Fine. What do you see?”
Why, that stupid-- ”People. Speaking English. And I think French.”
“Dude, they’re tourists. You’re just in Hong Kong again.”
“You don’t understand. A lot of them are white.”
There’s a pause. “What do you mean, ‘a lot’?”
“I mean, almost everyone! And they keep looking at me like they’ve never seen a Japanese person before!”
“Are you sure they just haven’t seen an idiot before?” Ranma asks.
Why, that goddamn stupid-- “Yes, you moron! Even the girl with blue hair on rollerblades who gave me this coffee is white! It says--” he sounds the words on the cup out carefully--”Tim Horton’s, if that helps.”
“Of course it doesn’t! I failed English!” says Ranma. “Oh, my God! Mr. Tendo will kill you for calling collect from a place full of white people! I’m gettin’ Akane!”
“No, don’t!” Ryoga says miserably, but it’s too late.
Team Avatar
On the one hand, he’s glad Cologne isn’t here. She told him not to come on this
The little girl with the green eyes--he thinks she’s blind, but can’t be sure--points to herself with both index fingers, slams her fist into her palm.
Ryoga thinks. “I don’t fight girls,” he says.
She throws a giant boulder at him anyway--pulls it to her hands somehow--so he shows them all what his index finger can do.
The guy in the ponytail applauds. The monk with the arrow on his head points at him, says something like: Rock-shishou? The little girl with the green eyes shouts something at the little monk: something unsavory, by the sound of it.
But although his heart belongs to Akane (of course it does, always), the best part is the girl with the braids’ laughter.
Crona
It’s always hard, asking strangers for directions. He does it anyway (a man must face his shame), but still, it’s hard. Especially when he isn’t sure which is worse: the laughter or the shock.
The laughter. The laughter is worse today.
He’s sure this person won’t laugh at him, even as he’s not sure if they’re a man or a woman. (Perhaps it doesn’t matter--after all, Ranma is both.) They’re hunched over, shuffle their feet as they walk.
“Excuse me,” he says, “do you know where the Tendo dojo is?”
The person’s eyes dart, settle finally. (Are they a boy? A girl? Damn!) “Is that in Death City?”
Ryoga...isn’t sure, but he pretends he is. “No. It’s in Tokyo.”
“T-Tokyo, Japan?”
“Of course, Japan!” He holds out his map, to prove it.
There is silence. “I...I know how to deal with this!” the person says, and then they laugh. Hard.
Agent Hyatt of ACROSS (also, Mars)
“Is this Furinkan High School?” he asks.
“No,” the woman says (she’s very pretty--no), ” but it does start with F.” She clears her throat, coughs into a handkerchief. He waits, unsure what to ask next. She (is very pretty) reminds him of Akari. Then she says: “Do you know how to make hydrogen bombs? Excel-senpai and I can’t get this formula right.”
(The Great) Overlord Laharl
“Hey, jerk! If I wanted to take you humans over, who do I kill?”
Sometimes when ghosts and demons come to the dojo, he’s the only one home. It’s one of the perks of living here, he supposes. “Me,” he says.
“I’d tell you to tell your friends how the great Overlord Laharl kicked your ass,” the little demon says (and it is little. And scrawny), “but you’ll be too busy being dead.”
God, it‘s worse than Ranma. “Why don’t you shut up and fight?”
“Have a death wish, do you?” it asks. “You’d better--you’re ugly. And stupid. And I bet nobody likes you. Also, you’re a pig.”
Keep talking, little demon, Ryoga thinks, gathering his chi.
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