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[Aug 8] [Ranma 1/2] No Middle Ground
Title: No Middle Ground
Day/Theme: August 8: The many colors of a bruise.
Series:Ranma 1/2
Character/Pairing: Akane
Rating: G
More Amazons had come to visit Shampoo and Cologne. Akane first noticed the flash of exotic hair from across the street and saw them heading toward the restaurant. She had stormed out her house after another fight and gone into town to walk off some of her temper. A glimpse of bright, multi-colored hair and clothing had caught her eye and she watched the strangers mill uncertainly for a moment at a crosswalk before they went scampering across.
The townspeople had gotten used to the wackiness that had descended on them with the Saotome family, and didn’t pay much attention, except for a few of the younger men. Luckily for them, the Amazons didn’t notice. There were three of the warriors, in beautifully patterned silks with their perfect hair, chatting in Chinese and toting strange weapons, looking perfectly at home in what should’ve been Akane’s home town.
Akane looked away with a grumble, focusing on her hand. She really would have to go see the doctor again. The bruise had spread from her knuckles to her wrist. It was nearly as many shades of black, blue, and purple as the Amazons’ hair had been. She sighed.
It wasn’t actually jealousy, she told herself. She had hated being pursued and attacked by every interested male every time she went out. It had been annoying to be gushed at for being the most prettiest, bestest best martial artist in town. She would have been glad to have someone else take over that role. She wouldn’t have minded being able to step out of spotlight. She just hadn’t expected to be outshone by so many people all at once.
And it hadn’t helped! Even being flung to the back burner hadn’t solved the other problems. She was still having to fight her way out of ridiculous situations. She was still lonely and insecure. She still wished she could be more like her older sister. She still missed her mother. She still wished she had someone she could trust. All the insanity that had come to Nerima hadn’t changed any of that. It had only added more.
Somewhere in the middle would’ve been nice, she thought, flexing her fingers a little and wincing. But there is no happy medium around here. She had considered leaving before. Just leaving. Wouldn’t it prove that she wasn’t needed or wanted if all this craziness went on without her?
But, a little voice reminded her. Every time you were taken away, you were followed, and rescued, and returned. Didn’t that mean something?
There was a shriek and small explosion from the restaurant. Akane looked up in time to see smoke rising above the buildings. Well, at least it wasn’t just her that these things happened to.
Day/Theme: August 8: The many colors of a bruise.
Series:Ranma 1/2
Character/Pairing: Akane
Rating: G
More Amazons had come to visit Shampoo and Cologne. Akane first noticed the flash of exotic hair from across the street and saw them heading toward the restaurant. She had stormed out her house after another fight and gone into town to walk off some of her temper. A glimpse of bright, multi-colored hair and clothing had caught her eye and she watched the strangers mill uncertainly for a moment at a crosswalk before they went scampering across.
The townspeople had gotten used to the wackiness that had descended on them with the Saotome family, and didn’t pay much attention, except for a few of the younger men. Luckily for them, the Amazons didn’t notice. There were three of the warriors, in beautifully patterned silks with their perfect hair, chatting in Chinese and toting strange weapons, looking perfectly at home in what should’ve been Akane’s home town.
Akane looked away with a grumble, focusing on her hand. She really would have to go see the doctor again. The bruise had spread from her knuckles to her wrist. It was nearly as many shades of black, blue, and purple as the Amazons’ hair had been. She sighed.
It wasn’t actually jealousy, she told herself. She had hated being pursued and attacked by every interested male every time she went out. It had been annoying to be gushed at for being the most prettiest, bestest best martial artist in town. She would have been glad to have someone else take over that role. She wouldn’t have minded being able to step out of spotlight. She just hadn’t expected to be outshone by so many people all at once.
And it hadn’t helped! Even being flung to the back burner hadn’t solved the other problems. She was still having to fight her way out of ridiculous situations. She was still lonely and insecure. She still wished she could be more like her older sister. She still missed her mother. She still wished she had someone she could trust. All the insanity that had come to Nerima hadn’t changed any of that. It had only added more.
Somewhere in the middle would’ve been nice, she thought, flexing her fingers a little and wincing. But there is no happy medium around here. She had considered leaving before. Just leaving. Wouldn’t it prove that she wasn’t needed or wanted if all this craziness went on without her?
But, a little voice reminded her. Every time you were taken away, you were followed, and rescued, and returned. Didn’t that mean something?
There was a shriek and small explosion from the restaurant. Akane looked up in time to see smoke rising above the buildings. Well, at least it wasn’t just her that these things happened to.