Tell It Like It Is
A FanFic based on Ranma ½
By Kris Thompson

This is a work of fiction based on Rumiko Takahashi's 'Ranma Nibun no Ichi' a.k.a. 
Ranma ½ and was created for the author's personal enjoyment.

::Black television screen.  We see a tall Japanese woman, and behind her, we see the 
Tendo home.  The woman, Sakura Sugiyori, a news reporter::

Reporter Sakura Sugiyori:  Yes, this is reporter Sakura Sugiyori here from Nermia News 
at 3, at the Tendo residence, where a disturbance has been reported.

::Behind Miss Sugiyori we can now see a large dust cloud and the occasional crashes 
coming from the cloud.  Suddenly, a small bald figure is punted out of the cloud.  The 
camera zooms up on the figure, showing it to be Happosai, with a bra in his clutches::

Akane's voice: *PERVERT!*

Sugiyori:  Let up go see what this- *Hey!*

::A figure steps in front of Miss Sugiyori, blocking her from the camera::

Figure: Hello!  This is Kenji Sushi, also from NN3.  I hate to say that Miss Sakura 
Sugiyori will no longer be with us, as she is taking a much needed vacation very shortly.

::Behind Sushi we can see two men dragging a very unhappy Miss Sugiyori to the back 
of a white medical truck labeled 'Nermia Mental Institution for Loonies'::

Sushi: Now, we are going to find out about the disturbance.

::Sushi walks over to Akane and Ranma, who are in a heated argument::

Sushi: Uh, excuse me.

Akane & Ranma: What?!

Sushi: Sheez, don't bite my head off!  I am reporter Kenji Sushi from Nermia News at 3 
and we were wondering what all the commotion was about.

Akane: It's all his fault!  He's a thoughtless egotistical pervert!

Ranma: At least I'm not an uncute tomboy who can't cook to save her life!

Sushi: Yes, alright and what's your name, miss?

Akane: Akane Tendo.

Sushi: Of the Tendo Training Hall?

Akane: Uh...yes.

Sushi: I hear business isn't so good.

Akane: Hey!  That's none of your business!

Sushi: Alright, alright!  And your name? (to Ranma)

Ranma: Ranma Saotome.

Sushi: Of the Saotome School of Anything-Goes Martial Arts?

Ranma: Yeah.  Aren't we getting off the subject?

Sushi: All in due time, dear boy.  Now, isn't it true that you, Mr. Saotome, turn into a 
redheaded female version of yourself whenever you're splashed with cold water?  
Some kind of Judo curse or something?

Ranma: (begins to sweat) Uh, it's 'Jusenkyo' and no.

Sushi: Hey that rhymes!   Anyway, back on track here.  Well, let's just see.

::Out of nowhere, Sushi pulls out a bucket labeled 'For Fire Only', filled with water, 
complete with a couple of ice cubes floating at the top.  Sushi heaves the bucket and 
it's contents over Ranma's head::

Sushi: If this isn't a Judo curse, then I don't know what is!

Ranma-chan: It's 'Jusenkyo' and whaddya do that for?!

Sushi: (points to the camera) To show our lovely viewers at home.

Ranma-chan: (shocked) That thing's on?

Sushi: Yes it is.  Anyway, here's a question for you Ranma: How many fiancées do you 
have?

Ranma-chan: What kinda question is that?

Akane: (knocks Ranma-chan over the head with a hot water kettle) Answer his 
question!

Ranma: (boy form now) Ouch!  What was that for?!

Sushi: Ranma, number of fiancées, please.

Ranma: Well, there's Shampoo and Ukyou, and then there's Akane, whose built like a 
brick, strong as an ox, and she is *so* uncute I can't even begin to tell you-

Akane: (hits Ranma over the head once more with the kettle) So don't!

Sushi: I have also heard talk that there was a forth fiancée, a Miss Kodachi Kuno?

Kodachi: (comes out of nowhere) Oh, Ranma Darling!

Ranma: Argh!  Kodachi!  Get 'er away!

Kodachi: But why, my love?

::As suddenly as Kodachi made her entrance, Shampoo and Ukyou Kounji make their 
own, armed and ready::

Ukyou: (swinging her battle spatula) Kodachi, you'd better leave my Ran-chan alone, 
you witch!

Shampoo:  Hiya!  Leave Shampoo arien to Shampoo!  He no love Crazy Girl or Spatula 
Girl!

Ukyou: (shocked, turns on Shampoo) What are you talking about, you hussy?  
Ran-chan is *my* fiancé.  He was promised to me *way* before you.

Kodachi: Excuse me, but you two cretins don't seem to comprehend the love Ranma 
Darling and myself share.

Shampoo: (thwacks Kodachi over the head with her bonbori) You hush now Crazy Girl.

Kodachi: Okay, Kodachi go bye-bye now. (Kodachi passes out)

Sushi: And Ranma, isn't it true that you also have several people who wish to take your 
life?

::Behind Ukyou and Shampoo, who are behind Akane, Ranma and Sushi, appear 
Ryouga Hibiki, Mousse, and Tatewaki Kuno::

Mousse: How dare you hurt my beautiful Shampoo, Saotome!

Ranma: (dodges hundreds of knives) What?!  I didn't do nuthin' to her!

Kuno: Evil vile sorcerer Saotome, what hast the done with the lovely pig-tailed 
goddess?  Ah, the lovely Akane Tendo, come to me-*ugh!*

Akane: (standing on Kuno's head) Can it, Kuno.

Ryouga: Ranma, how could you *do* such a thing to Akane?!

Akane: What?

Ranma: Yeah, whaddya talking about, bacon breath?

Akane: Stop being mean to Ryouga!

Ryouga: Shut up, you hentai!  Time to die!

::Ryouga whips out his umbrella and charges Ranma.  Sushi turns to Akane::

Sushi: So Akane, do you know Ryouga's little secret?

::Ranma and Ryouga stop in mid-battle::

Akane: No...

::Ryouga begins to sweat::

Sushi: Well, Mr. Ryouga Hibiki is your darling P-chan!

Akane: (shocked) R-Ryouga, this isn't true, is it?

Sushi: Yes it is, Miss Tendo.  Ryouga has a lovely Judo curse-

Ranma: It's 'Jusenkyo'!!!

Sushi: (continues) -and he turns into a little black piglet whenever he's splashed with 
cold water!

Akane: Ryouga!  You pervert! (whips out her trusty mallet and mallets poor Ryouga into 
low earth orbit)

Ranma: (smirking) See ya, P-chan!

Akane: (turns on her fiancé) You knew about this?!

Ranma: (begins to sweat) Uh... well... you see... um... it's like this-

Akane: Ranma, you JERK! (punts Ranma off into the distance.  Turns to Sushi and the 
camera person) What are you looking at?!

Sushi: (turns back to the camera) That's all!  I'm reporter Kenji Sushi from Nermia 
News at 3, signing off!

~End~

Author's Notes:

The reason for this little piece of fiction?  A plain excuse to act stupid that I couldn't pass 
up.  Well, I hop you liked it.

signing off!

~krissy

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