ON THE LAUNDRY PORCH
a Ranma = Fanfiction by Cbear (cleng@mnl.sequel.net)
All characters are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, etc. I write this just
for
fun. I'm just a broke college student, please don't sue me. :)
* * * *
ON THE LAUNDRY PORCH
Nabiki closed her ledger and lay her head on top of it with a heartfelt groan,
the sound blending with the friendly humming of her computer. Aside from her
trusty ledger, her desk was cluttered with other paraphernalia of her trade
...
her best friend the abacus, several promisory notes, and a hefty amount of
household and repair bills.
It helped a lot that Ranma and Akane were not quite fighting as much as they
used to ... well, maybe that was pushing it. They still argued loudly about
every
little thing, but lately Ranma was finally learning to think before shooting
his
mouth off, and Akane was finally learning to restrain herself from booting
Ranma
through the roof or the walls at the slightest provocation. Still, despite the
reduced amount of repair bills, this month's bills added up to a substantial
amount ... most of it coming from food expenses.
But of course, after hours of budgeting her earnings,' she finally had all of
that taken care of.
She also felt a headache coming on. Good thing Ranma and Akane were not
exceptionally loud tonight or the headache would have come while she was
still
doing her accounting.
The sound of whining voices coming from the direction of the laundry porch
suddenly caught her attention. Her head shot up, ignoring the insistent throb
inside it that was fast beginning to escalate into a blacksmiths' convention.
One reason why Nabiki was so good at making money was because she was never
let
a good opportunity pass by ... even when it was an opportunity she had to
orchestrate herself. And the reason that she always found good opportunities
to
take advantage of was because she never hesitated to investigate.
Come to think of it, she had not heard Ranma nor Akane for hours. Something
was
definitely up. Picking up her camera, she made her way to the laundry porch.
"Now, Father," she heard Kasumi's sweet voice saying, "I already told you ...
neither you nor Uncle Saotome can go up to the roof tonight."
Why in the world would her father and Uncle Saotome want to go up to the roof?
"Kasumi, my sweet angel, you do want Ranma and Akane to marry, don't you? I
don't trust them to do this on their own ... so Genma and I are going to make
sure
that something happens tonight."
Ah Ranma and Akane on the roof, eh? Even if she didn't manage to take any
pictures, it would probably be fun just to watch. She smiled. However, upon
coming closer, Nabiki's slight smile fade and she gaped at the sight before
her.
The sight of Uncle Saotome and her father whining about one thing or another
together was normal, but the sight of Kasumi smiling gently while brandishing
one of their father's katanas in front of the two of them was definitely not.
"Now, father, you know the reason why I don't want you to go up there is
because
I do want something to happen tonight." In a flash of silver, Kasumi swung the
katana at Uncle Saotome as he attempted to sneak through the door past her.
Nabiki was impressed when she saw a piece of his gi flutter to the floor.
"See,
Uncle Saotome, Auntie Nodoka has been giving me lessons," she said cheerfully,
smiling innocently at him. "Isn't that nice of her?"
Uncle Saotome gulped and stared down at his arm where the piece of his sleeve
had been cleaved off by Kasumi. "Uh ah I see. You are getting rather good at
it, my dear," he replied, smiling stiffly back at her. He grabbed Soun by the
collar. "Uh Tendo-san, why don't we just go down, have some sake, and play a
nice game of shogi tonight, ne?"
"But, but"
Nabiki watched in wonder as Uncle Saotome dragged her father past her,
muttering
under his breath. "If Nodoka has been giving Kasumi lessons using that katana,
I'm not going to get in her way," he said just as he walked past Nabiki. She
watched their receding backs in utter bemusement. She blinked once twice and
they were gone.
Maybe they were never really there. Maybe it was just her headache. Maybe she
was just seeing things. She could've sworn she saw Kasumi slice off a piece of
Uncle Saotome's gi. She counted to ten and turned her gaze back to the laundry
porch, only to find herself staring into her older sister's welcoming eyes.
"Hello, Nabiki," Kasumi said, glancing down at the camera she held in her
hand.
"Are you going to take pictures of the meteor shower tonight? Come, sit with
me. I plan to watch it, too."
Maybe it wasn't just her headache after all.
"Meteor shower?" Nabiki asked, following her sister onto the laundry porch
after
Kasumi had laid the katana on the table by the door. She sighed, realizing
that
it was unlikely that Kasumi would let her watch the activity on the roof. "So
that's what those two are waiting for up there," she mused ... then trailed
off.
"Oh, wow."
For the first time in years, she was looking a midnight-blue sky ablaze with
thousands of stars. Its beauty caused her chest to tighten in unbidden
emotion,
and suddenly, she forgot her headache as stared.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Nabiki?" Kasumi asked, sitting down on the laundry
porch and inviting her sister to do the same by patting the spot beside her.
"It's been such a long time since I've done this," Nabiki said gingerly,
kneeling beside Kasumi, not taking her eyes off the sky, fascinated.
"I know. Among the three of us, you loved them most of all, didn't you?"
Kasumi
said, smiling and looking up at the stars herself. "Funny, I haven't seen you
stargazing since oh well." She suddenly reached up, took off her hair ribbon,
shook her hair out, and held a brush towards Nabiki. "Could you please brush
out my hair? I miss having someone do that for me."
Nabiki stared at the brush suspiciously, then shook herself. "Okay, Oneechan,"
she said, moving behind Kasumi then gently brushing the long brown tresses in
slow strokes. They sat in companionable silence, letting the sounds of the
night
wash over them both.
* * * *
"Mommy?" little Nabiki had said in a sleepy voice.
"Sssshh," she had said smiling and holding a finger to her lips. "The stars
are
out tonight, Nabiki-chan. I thought you might like to watch them with me."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Nabiki had exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and raising her
arms
to be carried. Her mother had picked her up and carried her out to the laundry
porch.
"You're getting too big to be carried around like this, Nabiki-chan," her
mother
had chuckled softly. "Soon enough, you will be joining Kasumi and me in the
kitchen, learning how to cook for the family." She had put Nabiki down on the
floor and sat beside her.
"It's so beautiful," Nabiki had gasped. "Can I count them, Mommy?"
Her mother had laughed and hugged Nabiki to her. "I have a better idea ... why
don't we both wait for a falling star to come along and make a wish together?"
Just a few minutes later, a shooting star streaked through the sky.
"Look, a shooting star!" Nabiki had pointed. She shut her eyes tight and made
a
wish. When she opened them again, the shooting star was gone. "Know what I
wished for, Mommy?"
"What, Nabiki-chan?"
Nabiki had turned and hugged her mother very tight. "I wished that you would
stay with me, Kasumi, and Akane forever."
* * * *
"Do you still wish on falling stars?" Kasumi suddenly asked.
Nabiki gave a short, forced laugh pausing her brushing in mid-stroke. "We've
grown up, Oneechan," she said wryly. "Wishing is for little kids."
"You don't have to stop believing just because we've grown up. We all have to
believe in something, little sister," Kasumi said quietly.
Nabiki shifted uncomfortably. She never could handle conversations of this
sort
without squirming. "Sis, it's okay really. Don't worry about it. I mean, I
don't really have anything to wish for. I'm happy with my life and in a few
years I know that I'll have everything I want."
"Everything?"
"Well everything important, anyway," Nabiki quipped, trying hard to sound
more
convincing. She changed the subject. "It's a miracle Akane hasn't booted Ranma
off the roof yet ... they've been there for quite a while," she said,
continuing
to brush Kasumi's hair. "Why can't the two of them hurry up and get it over
with? They're both so stupid not to see something that's right before their
noses."
Kasumi suddenly turned and face Nabiki. She was smiling wisely. "We both know
that the two of them know much more about one another than they care to admit.
I'm not really worried about that. But what about you, sister?"
"What about me?" Nabiki asked flippantly, now feeling even more uncomfortable.
She picked up Kasumi's hair ribbon and twiddled it through her fingers in a
nervous gesture. She hated being asked to confront her feelings, but this was
Kasumi, and she couldn't just walk away from her older sister. "I'm this close
to college and making all of my dreams come true, the family's still afloat
financially, Ranma and Akane and the other finacees haven't demolished the
house
nor the dojo in weeks ... nothing could be better."
Kasumi just gazed at her steadily.
Nabiki tilted her chin and looked put-out, hoping it would finally make Kasumi
drop the subject. "Look, oneechan, I'm pretty, intelligent, independent, and
street-smart it's not my fault that people can't understand that," she
snapped
then pressed her lips firmly together. Here she was, trying so hard to hide
the
truth from her older sister, then putting out a sign in neon lights that she
was
lonely.
"Someday, you'll find people who'll love you just as you are, just like we
do ...
I'm sure of it," Kasumi replied touching Nabiki's hand comfortingly and
breaking
into one of her all's right with the world' smiles. "You just have to show
them
what you really are inside."
All of a sudden, Nabiki felt close to tears. "I don't need anyone else! I
don't
want to learn to depend on someone who'll just go away eventually," Nabiki
snapped, losing control ... something she rarely did. She stood up and
slammed
the ribbon down on the table. "I'd rather depend on myself than on anyone at
all."
Kasumi looked up at her, her kind brown eyes full of sadness. "People don't
always go away, Nabiki-chan. In fact, they never do, if you don't let them."
A heavy silence that hung between the two sisters. Nabiki fidgeted, wondering
what had come over her while Kasumi continued to gaze up at her with eyes
filled
with understanding and love.
"Oneechan I'm sorry," Nabiki finally said guiltily, looking at the floor, but
not at Kasumi. "I didn't mean to"
"I know," Kasumi said softly. "It's alright." She smiled up serenely at her
younger sister, her expression cheerful again. "Oh my I just remembered that
I
have to wake up early tomorrow morning. I guess I won't be staying up to watch
the meteor shower after all." She stood up abruptly, tipped Nabiki's chin to
face her, and gave her a hug. Nabiki returned it, suddenly craving physical
affection ... something oddly out of character but certainly not strange
considering how emotional she had felt since she first came out onto the
porch.
Kasumi released her, slowly walked away, then paused in front of the door to
her
room. "I take it you are staying? There's some hot water in the kitchen for
tea, in case you want some. Ranma and Akane might want some when they get back
down, too."
"Oneechan ... are you actually going to leave me here unguarded?" Nabiki
quipped,
pushing back her emotion and trying to sound like her old self again. "Aren't
you afraid I'll go up on the roof and take pictures of Ranma and Akane to sell
to Kuno?"
Kasumi smiled, this time one of her wise smiles. "I don't think so," she said.
"You know why I know?"
Nabiki bit her lip. She really didn't want to hear this, did she? But, as
usual,
her natural curiosity won out. "Why?"
"Because you have a good heart," Kasumi said with conviction. "Good night,
Nabiki."
* * * *
"Mommy, the stars are out tonight, I was looking up at them on the laundry
porch
before I came here to visit you," little Nabiki had said, peering over her
mother's hospital bed worriedly. There were tubes stuck into her all over the
place, and she was almost as white as the sheet.
"Did you make a wish, Nabiki-chan?" her mother asked, her voice hoarse and
weak.
"I wished that you would get well and come home to take care of us," Nabiki
had
replied, suddenly afraid. "Are you coming home soon, Mommy? Akane's been
crying
for you, and it's no fun star gazing without you."
"You know I love you, don't you, Nabiki-chan?"
"Yes, and I love you, too, Mommy."
"Every time you look at the stars, remember that, okay?" she had said, her
voice
growing fainter. She had weakly raised a hand and tapped Nabiki over her
heart.
"Keep me here and I will always be with you."
Later that night that Mother had died. And that was the last time Nabiki had
looked at the stars at all.
* * * *
Nabiki placed the tray of tea on the table, then took a cup and filled it. She
sat back down on the laundry porch and gazed at the starlit sky thoughtfully.
She should have been feeling awful for hurting Kasumi's feelings, but instead
she felt ... peace. And something else.
Nabiki could almost feel her mother there beside her. She had never felt this
before, never since her mother had died. It was as if she had simply
disappeared
for Nabiki. But tonight, Nabiki felt her mother's presence for the first
time.
Maybe it was because in all these years, this was the first time Nabiki had
let
herself remember.
She shook her head. What was with her tonight? "If I don't watch myself, I'll
probably end up talking to myself," she muttered, then began to laugh at what
she just did. She grinned to herself and thought should cut her losses and
turn
in while she was still slightly sane.
Just as she stood up, the meteor shower began and the sight rooted her to the
spot.
It rained silver against a backdrop of midnight blue ... hundreds and
hundreds of
them. Nabiki was stunned by the wonder of it. Mommy, you would have loved to
see
this, she thought, as the last few meteors streaked through the sky and
dwindled
away into nothingness.
But there was no nothingness where Nabiki stood, instead the gentle brush of
the
evening breeze upon her face, carrying with it her mother's loving voice
*It is beautiful and I love it. But not as much as I love you, Nabiki-chan.*
*I love you, too, Mom. I'll always remember.*
Even in the chill breeze, a warmth suffused Nabiki as she realized that after
all these years, tonight the stars had given her back her mother. Smiling
gently, she took one last wistful look at the stars, closed her eyes to make a
wish, and headed back inside the darkened house, placing the half-filled
teacup
on top of the table.
FIN
Author's Notes:
Did you notice anything familiar about the setting? You guessed it ... this is
what happens down below inside the house during my last fic, "STARLIGHT." I
hope
some of the events in this story help explain the ending of that fic.
I also know it's OOC for Nabiki to be emotional, but I, like my Kasumi,
believe
that she does have a heart under all that deviousness and she deserves a
chance.
If I don't stop here, I'll go on and on and on, so I'll stop. Hope you enjoyed
it!
Smile and have a nice day!
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