Posted: 26 May 2006, 12:46Пересадка характера.
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Итак: Токио-3
Бесхребетный паренек направляется в новый для него город, вызванный своим отцом (отказывавшимся с ним встречаться последние 9 лет) по неизвестной причине. В поезде, по дороге, он встречается еще с одним человеком, инструктором боевых искусств, направляющемуся к новому месту работы.
И этот человек решает, что пареньку срочно нужна пересадка характера, чтоб излечить его от слизняковой бесхребетности...
Взрослый, (но не особо повзрослевший) Ранма, взрослая (якобы) Мисато и Синдзи, попавший промежду двух огней в одном доме на троих...
Фик законченый!
Пока - смешно...
[quote]After picking up a few essentials, they headed off for Misato’s apartment. Upon arrival at the front door the apartment, Misato stopped and turned to her new roomies. “You’ll have to excuse the mess, but welcome to your new home.”
She opened the door to reveal the inside of the apartment.
Shinji shuffled his feet. “I really don’t want to intrude.”
Misato bend over to Shinji’s eye level. “This is your home now. You’re not intruding.”
Shinji stepped across the threshold and smiled. “Home.”
Ranma poked his head in. “Hmmm…Empty beer cans…Empty liquor bottles…and trash everywhere…Shinji, you sure you don’t want to live in the woods?”
Misato pushed him into the apartment. “You ARE going to live here, and LIKE it. Shinji, would you put up the groceries?”
Shinji walked over and opened the fridge. “Ice?” Opened the next slide. “Snacks.” He pulled out the last slide. “And fifty gallons of beer?!”
Ranma looked at the contents. “It’s not too late to leave.”
Misato elbowed him out of the way. “Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll cook dinner.”
“You bought all instant crap, how can that be cooking?”
Misato scowled at him and turned to go to her room. “I’m going to change first.”
“Oh, don’t change yourself for my sake!” Ranma teased her. He was pleased at the growl that he got in response.
“What’s in the other fridge?” Shinji asked.
“Never mind. He’s probably still sleeping.”
“What?” Ranma and Shinji asked.
After an instant meal (and a few beers for Misato), Ranma decided to start training Shinji. “Okay, Shinji, if you’re going to live with me, you’re going to be a martial artist.”
Misato crossed her arms. “Hey! I’m living with you! Am I going to be a martial artist?”
“Why do you need to be? You don’t do anything useful.”
“DON’T DO ANYTHING USEFUL!!!” She jumped to her feet.
Ranma ignored her. “Okay, Shinji, let’s start out with a few stances.” Ranma started with a few basic stances for long and short-range combat.
“Big deal.” Misato, now dressed in a t-shirt with the sleeves pulled up and short shorts, got up and repeated the stances. “I can do that!”
Ranma had an annoyed look on his face. “Okay. How about this one?” He took up a stance with one leg in the air in front of him and held it.
Misato tried it, and fell. She growled and got back up and tried it again. After a shaky start, she fell over again.
Ranma laughed. “Come on! You’ve got to learn how to move those big hips of yours!”
Misato got up in his face. “My hips are not big!”
“Really. So what are those? Love handles?”
“GAAAHHH! You egotistical, pig-headed…”
“Stuck up, big hipped, brainless…”
The two trailed off as Shinji shook his head. He realized that the lesson was over. Shinji retired to his room for the night, falling asleep quickly from emotional exhaustion.
The next morning Shinji awoke to a pleasant sound, absolute silence. He smiled at the marvelous sound of silence. He stretched and walked into the living room, expecting to see the place in an even worse wreck from the two ‘adults’ fighting. He was shocked to see the place was as he left it, except for a new addition to the floor. On the floor was a pair of pants followed by shorts, two shirts, a bra, panties and a pair of boxers, all leading to Misato’s closed door.[/quote]
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Итак: Токио-3
Бесхребетный паренек направляется в новый для него город, вызванный своим отцом (отказывавшимся с ним встречаться последние 9 лет) по неизвестной причине. В поезде, по дороге, он встречается еще с одним человеком, инструктором боевых искусств, направляющемуся к новому месту работы.
И этот человек решает, что пареньку срочно нужна пересадка характера, чтоб излечить его от слизняковой бесхребетности...
Взрослый, (но не особо повзрослевший) Ранма, взрослая (якобы) Мисато и Синдзи, попавший промежду двух огней в одном доме на троих...
Фик законченый!
Пока - смешно...
[quote]After picking up a few essentials, they headed off for Misato’s apartment. Upon arrival at the front door the apartment, Misato stopped and turned to her new roomies. “You’ll have to excuse the mess, but welcome to your new home.”
She opened the door to reveal the inside of the apartment.
Shinji shuffled his feet. “I really don’t want to intrude.”
Misato bend over to Shinji’s eye level. “This is your home now. You’re not intruding.”
Shinji stepped across the threshold and smiled. “Home.”
Ranma poked his head in. “Hmmm…Empty beer cans…Empty liquor bottles…and trash everywhere…Shinji, you sure you don’t want to live in the woods?”
Misato pushed him into the apartment. “You ARE going to live here, and LIKE it. Shinji, would you put up the groceries?”
Shinji walked over and opened the fridge. “Ice?” Opened the next slide. “Snacks.” He pulled out the last slide. “And fifty gallons of beer?!”
Ranma looked at the contents. “It’s not too late to leave.”
Misato elbowed him out of the way. “Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll cook dinner.”
“You bought all instant crap, how can that be cooking?”
Misato scowled at him and turned to go to her room. “I’m going to change first.”
“Oh, don’t change yourself for my sake!” Ranma teased her. He was pleased at the growl that he got in response.
“What’s in the other fridge?” Shinji asked.
“Never mind. He’s probably still sleeping.”
“What?” Ranma and Shinji asked.
After an instant meal (and a few beers for Misato), Ranma decided to start training Shinji. “Okay, Shinji, if you’re going to live with me, you’re going to be a martial artist.”
Misato crossed her arms. “Hey! I’m living with you! Am I going to be a martial artist?”
“Why do you need to be? You don’t do anything useful.”
“DON’T DO ANYTHING USEFUL!!!” She jumped to her feet.
Ranma ignored her. “Okay, Shinji, let’s start out with a few stances.” Ranma started with a few basic stances for long and short-range combat.
“Big deal.” Misato, now dressed in a t-shirt with the sleeves pulled up and short shorts, got up and repeated the stances. “I can do that!”
Ranma had an annoyed look on his face. “Okay. How about this one?” He took up a stance with one leg in the air in front of him and held it.
Misato tried it, and fell. She growled and got back up and tried it again. After a shaky start, she fell over again.
Ranma laughed. “Come on! You’ve got to learn how to move those big hips of yours!”
Misato got up in his face. “My hips are not big!”
“Really. So what are those? Love handles?”
“GAAAHHH! You egotistical, pig-headed…”
“Stuck up, big hipped, brainless…”
The two trailed off as Shinji shook his head. He realized that the lesson was over. Shinji retired to his room for the night, falling asleep quickly from emotional exhaustion.
The next morning Shinji awoke to a pleasant sound, absolute silence. He smiled at the marvelous sound of silence. He stretched and walked into the living room, expecting to see the place in an even worse wreck from the two ‘adults’ fighting. He was shocked to see the place was as he left it, except for a new addition to the floor. On the floor was a pair of pants followed by shorts, two shirts, a bra, panties and a pair of boxers, all leading to Misato’s closed door.[/quote]
Ранма узнает все что можно и все что нельзя...Нобось потом еще и Адама стырит 
Не-а.