Authors Note: I've decided to try writing a fic with snippets instead of the recursive reflection which is my usual mode. If anyone can tell me if they've seen a fic where Ranma takes the art in this particular direction, I'd be most obliged to take a look as reference. As far as I know, the way I'll be handling this concept here is unique.
Also BD is sexy, I love his stories, and I'm a fanboy!
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Love at First Bite
Chapter 1
by
ToastedPine
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Cook a man a meal, and heÆll eat for the moment; teach a man to cook, and he probably wonÆt need you anymore.
ôThen why donÆt you make some yourself, Ranma?ö asked a six-year-old Ukyo angrily at the ponytailed little boy who was eating an okonomyaki while seated on her back.
She had been defeated again and forced to eat dirt while the boy feasted on the fruit of her labor. Much to her chagrin, sheÆd become excruciatingly familiar with the small rocks and pebbles strewn about the yattai in the past week.
The whole thing had started innocently enough-- her father had introduced her to the overactive gremlin, saying the he had big plans for her future. Ukyo didnÆt exactly know why that future involved readying an okonomiyaki each day for her to defend against the boy who attempted to steal it, but being a good girl, she did what she was told.
It certainly had nothing to do with how her blood boiled in excited anticipation whenever lunch time approached, nor did she draw those funny faces on the okonomiyaki in sauce to see his face light up in joyà.
ôMake okonomiyaki? Me?ö Ranma had finished off his meal, and was licking his lips to clean them off.
ôBut I donÆt know how.ö
Ukyo frowned. ôIf you canÆt make okonomiyaki, then why donÆt you make something else?ö
ôBut all I know how to make is camp rice,ö Ranma answered. ôThatÆs not very good on its own.
Now that was just silly. What kind of family style didnÆt have any sort of main recipe. There were some practical problems too. Maybe if she helped him understand, he wouldnÆt take to thieving so much.
ôLook, Ranma. You should learn to cook more than camp rice. If you can cook for yourself, then you
donÆt have to starve all the time.ö
ôI donÆt have any money to buy stuff to make food though. If I did, then I wouldnÆt be hungry anyways.ö
ôNo, dummy. If you make extra food, then you can sell it like me and my father do. Then youÆll be able to afford all the food you want,ö Ukyo said, though she was exaggerating by a tiny marginùthe bottomless pits that were Genma and Ranma Saotome could strip even the fattest of margins down to the bone. She had to sell him on the idea first though. ôIÆll even give you some pointers.ö
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Ranma had his fill, the okonomiyaki his buddy Ucchan had made for him was filling, so he was a little less fixated on his hunger, incidentally effecting how much he was able to pay attention to his playmateÆs words.
Make his own food? It was certainly a novel thought. Usually, he and his pop would go to a restaurant, and then run real fast after. That sometimes caused his stomach to hurt. Plus thereÆs something to be said about having the luxury of digesting ones meals in relative inactivity.
HeÆd also never starve again. Being without food for even a day was pure torture, and was an experience heÆd gladly do without repeating.
He narrowed his eyes in thought. What about the art though? That was important too.
And then the thought struck-- wasnÆt the Anything Goes School of Indiscriminate grappling all about adaptation? Ucchan seemed to have some kind of martial arts built into her family style of cooking. If he could somehow meld cooking into his own style, then heÆd be feeding himself and practicing the Art at the same time. HeÆd learn all sorts of secret family cooking styles and be the best ever!
Grinning stupidly to himself, Ranma looked down at his good buddy and said, ôUcchan, you got yourself a deal!ö
That declaration marked the beginning of the end of the Saotome branch of the Musabetsu Kakuto Ryu. Genma didnÆt know yet, but his school was going to be subsumed, turned into the rich stock that would flavor his sonÆs Musabetsu Ryori-ryu.
The Anything Goes School of Indiscriminate Cooking was born.
Also BD is sexy, I love his stories, and I'm a fanboy!
123123
Love at First Bite
Chapter 1
by
ToastedPine
123123
Cook a man a meal, and heÆll eat for the moment; teach a man to cook, and he probably wonÆt need you anymore.
ôThen why donÆt you make some yourself, Ranma?ö asked a six-year-old Ukyo angrily at the ponytailed little boy who was eating an okonomyaki while seated on her back.
She had been defeated again and forced to eat dirt while the boy feasted on the fruit of her labor. Much to her chagrin, sheÆd become excruciatingly familiar with the small rocks and pebbles strewn about the yattai in the past week.
The whole thing had started innocently enough-- her father had introduced her to the overactive gremlin, saying the he had big plans for her future. Ukyo didnÆt exactly know why that future involved readying an okonomiyaki each day for her to defend against the boy who attempted to steal it, but being a good girl, she did what she was told.
It certainly had nothing to do with how her blood boiled in excited anticipation whenever lunch time approached, nor did she draw those funny faces on the okonomiyaki in sauce to see his face light up in joyà.
ôMake okonomiyaki? Me?ö Ranma had finished off his meal, and was licking his lips to clean them off.
ôBut I donÆt know how.ö
Ukyo frowned. ôIf you canÆt make okonomiyaki, then why donÆt you make something else?ö
ôBut all I know how to make is camp rice,ö Ranma answered. ôThatÆs not very good on its own.
Now that was just silly. What kind of family style didnÆt have any sort of main recipe. There were some practical problems too. Maybe if she helped him understand, he wouldnÆt take to thieving so much.
ôLook, Ranma. You should learn to cook more than camp rice. If you can cook for yourself, then you
donÆt have to starve all the time.ö
ôI donÆt have any money to buy stuff to make food though. If I did, then I wouldnÆt be hungry anyways.ö
ôNo, dummy. If you make extra food, then you can sell it like me and my father do. Then youÆll be able to afford all the food you want,ö Ukyo said, though she was exaggerating by a tiny marginùthe bottomless pits that were Genma and Ranma Saotome could strip even the fattest of margins down to the bone. She had to sell him on the idea first though. ôIÆll even give you some pointers.ö
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Ranma had his fill, the okonomiyaki his buddy Ucchan had made for him was filling, so he was a little less fixated on his hunger, incidentally effecting how much he was able to pay attention to his playmateÆs words.
Make his own food? It was certainly a novel thought. Usually, he and his pop would go to a restaurant, and then run real fast after. That sometimes caused his stomach to hurt. Plus thereÆs something to be said about having the luxury of digesting ones meals in relative inactivity.
HeÆd also never starve again. Being without food for even a day was pure torture, and was an experience heÆd gladly do without repeating.
He narrowed his eyes in thought. What about the art though? That was important too.
And then the thought struck-- wasnÆt the Anything Goes School of Indiscriminate grappling all about adaptation? Ucchan seemed to have some kind of martial arts built into her family style of cooking. If he could somehow meld cooking into his own style, then heÆd be feeding himself and practicing the Art at the same time. HeÆd learn all sorts of secret family cooking styles and be the best ever!
Grinning stupidly to himself, Ranma looked down at his good buddy and said, ôUcchan, you got yourself a deal!ö
That declaration marked the beginning of the end of the Saotome branch of the Musabetsu Kakuto Ryu. Genma didnÆt know yet, but his school was going to be subsumed, turned into the rich stock that would flavor his sonÆs Musabetsu Ryori-ryu.
The Anything Goes School of Indiscriminate Cooking was born.
