Shinji ½

Standard Disclaimer: Tell you what, if you are in anyway offended by this. Too bad even in Canada we have free speech and you’re SOL buddy. This side story is probably rated 16+

If you were in any way offended by the above disclaimer I apologize.

I also apologize for the apology you just read.

I’m really sorry for wasting your time like this.

It is recommended that you read this side story after chapter 13 since it will make more sense but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It actually has no effect on the story line.

Side Story 1

Love or Fate, The Harder Choice

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was softly pattering at the window, somewhere a shutter creaked open then was slammed shut by the wind.

/ Man this book is lame./

^You’re telling me. I just wish there was something else to do.^

Just then, to fill a predictable void of nothing happening and lack of a storyline, Misato walked in.

"I’m bored." She announced.

"So what can I do about it?" Shinji replied.

"Well we could go on a date." She offered nonchalantly.

Shinji choked.

"What the hell? You want me to take you on a date! You’re twice my age. For Christ’s sake you’re almost as old as my mother!"

Misato calmly sauntered up to the table where he was sitting. She smiled and giggled.

"Not you silly."

Then she threw the glass of water she was carrying at Shinji’s face.

"Come on Ranma, you’re just what I need tonight."

N..? He began before Misato grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him to the door.

He managed to wrestle free of her grasp and flip to his feet. Since he wasn’t wearing a bra his breasts gave a mild bounce.

"Slow down! What the hell are you doing?" he hissed at her.

"Well I’m bored so we are going to do something. Relax, try to think of it as a girls night out." She said back.

"But I’m a guy!" he said.

She turned to face him. Then started poking his chest with her finger. It sunk quite deeply into Ranma’s ample breast.

"Hmm 36 D breasts, wide hips, lack of certain equipment. Well I’m not sure if my mommy and daddy taught me the difference between boys and girls when I was young but I’d swear you were a girl right now." She said. "Now come on or we’re not going to be able to get in."

Ranma muttered something about a stupid senior officer who was going to get hers someday. Misato ignored him as she continued down the road.

They finally reached their destination, a night club about 10 blocks from their apartment.

"A night club?" Ranma asked.

"Sure why not? I’m bored, I want to drink and dance. Since there is a definite lack of handsome men in this city (Stupid Angels) you’re the next best thing."

"But I only look 17! They aren’t going to believe some cockeyed story about me drowning in a cursed spring then coming back to life 20 years later. That’s only something that happens in anime."

Misato reached into her purse and pulled out something. It was her Nerv Security clearance badge thingy.

"You see this. This says I can do almost anything I want. Now right now I want to go into that night club, dance and get drunk."

"But…" Ranma started to protest.

"That was an order."

"But…" He tried again.

She was getting peeved. She reached over and grabbed him by his pony tail.

"Why the hell does everybody think I make suggestions. Now let’s get in there and have fun or else I’ll have you court martial and executed. Got it."

Ranma feigned a mock salute and followed her.

When they got to the door they encountered ‘Grog’ he was the bouncer for the place. He got his nickname from the fact that he was built like a Neanderthal on steroids. He was an absolute mountain of muscle. Misato got by quite easily, however when Ranma tried to pass he quickly shot out his arm and slammed it into the opposite side of the doorframe effectively blocking off access to the club.

"Where’s do you’se think you’re going little missy?"

Ranma nonchalantly pointed to the inside of the club.

"I’m afraids you’se too young to go in here. Why don’t you’se go on home."

Ranma not one to argue turned and started to walk away. However ‘Grog’ made one fatal error. He decided to go for a cheap feel and patted Ranma on the ass as if sending her on her way.

A stopwatch appears at the bottom of the screen. The millisecond hand races by, one, two, three seconds. ‘Grog’ is now laying on the ground bleeding from many cuts. Ranma walks by and gives him a ‘Bruce Lee’ nose thumb as he walks into the club.

The inside of the club is dark with the exception of a brightly lit dance floor. He walked over to the bar instinctively knowing that Misato would be there. Sure enough there she was and she had already started on what was to be an impressive pile of shot glasses.

^ Well you can guess where this is going can’t you? ^

/ We shall see. She’s already two up on me. /

^ Just try to remember not to change back tonight. No on second thought don’t change back till you’re stone cold sober and have absolutely no trace of a hangover. ^

/ Will do chief. /

Ranma sauntered up to the bar and sat down beside Misato.

"Bartender 3 cherry blossoms please."

The bartender looked at Ranma funny but made her the drinks she had ordered. Word had spread quickly that this kid had trashed the bouncer.

Ranma looked at Misato then at his drinks. He grabbed all 3 and pounded them back. Misato ordered 4 tiger lilies and did the same.

After they had both had 6 drinks each Misato decided that it was time to dance. She grabbed Ranma’s hand and pulled him out to the dance floor, all the while Ranma protesting that he can’t dance.

Once on the floor Misato started moving to the music. Ranma not wanting to be outdone started copying her moves exactly. After a while he realized that all the dancers on the floor had their own style of dancing. It was a simple matter of moving to the music any way you wanted. Always the showoff Ranma decided to steal the show. He jumped into the middle of the dance floor. He flared off a little chi all around his body. This caused a very noticeable glow to surround his body. He then proceeded to dance like crazy to the music. Since he didn’t know how to dance he decided to put together a choreography of various martial arts moves.

Then it hit him. 6 cherry blossoms. Controlling chi is hard enough when one is sober, however when one becomes drunk control is almost impossible as Ranma and most of the patrons found out as Ranma lost control. About 12 loosely formed low powered chi beams shot straight upwards and through the roof causing only minor damage. The patrons who had been watching him were too plastered to really notice and the DJ just thought it was a cool effect as he took another drag on his cigarette, which gave off some strangely green smoke.

Still maintaining some semblance of recognition Ranma hobbled back over to the bar to help Misato build that pyramid of shot glasses they were working on.

On through the night Ranma and Misato went. After they had finished their fourth layer of the pyramid, the manager told them that they were closing soon and that they’d have to go home.

Ranma with his martial arts training was able to keep his balance better than Misato, just barely though, so it was determined that he was going to carry her home on his back. The manager and the rest of the staff watched as the young red head stumbled out of the bar with that older woman on her back. They were glad that both of them were gone.

"Now will someone call the hospital and see how Harry is doing? Jeff? Jeff? Damn it Jeff how many times do I have to tell you no smoking the silly stick unless you’re going to share some with me!" The manager ranted.

"Oh wow man. Look at the colors." Jeff mused as he passed his hand back and forth infront of his face.

When they got home Ranma was admittedly tired. His female body wasn’t nearly as strong as his male one. He got into the apartment somehow. After almost tripping on Pen Pen and smashing into the walls a few times he and Misato finally made it to her room. He turned around and flopped her down on the bed then flopped down beside her.

His head turned and looked at her. Even though his body was female his mind was definitely male. He reached over and…

When he woke up the next morning Shinji was sleeping naked next to an also naked Misato in his own male body with Azuka giving him the worst evil stare he’d ever received. On top of that he was pitching the biggest tent he’d ever pitched.

^ I’m going to get you for this Ranma. ^ he thought as he pulled the blanket over his head.

Authors notes:

You really don’t need to read this sidestory, it’s just something I whipped up in a couple of hours to satisfy a couple of unnamed people who were pestering me to write something. :-P. Anyway I’ll get chapter 14 out as soon as possible. I still have to pull a job out of my ass so I don’t get thrown out of my new apartment and so that I don’t starve. On top of that I’ve got to take Calculus 3 A sometime in May. It’s going to be an interesting time finding time to write. But on the plus side (at least for the story side) is that my place only get’s 4 channels (on rabbit ears) and I’m too broke to get cable and the internet sucks on a 33.6.

Anyway the new page where everything is located is http://members.xoom.com/nealharris

My e-mail address is nealharris@hotmail.com

Send all comments, suggestions, flame mail, death threats, and suppenos there.

Cherry Blossom (My own version)

½ ounce cherry brandy

½ ounce Irish cream

Tiger Lilly (My own version)

1/3 ounce orange liqueur

1/3 ounce white Crème de Caco

1/3 ounce Irish Cream

Garnish with a bit of nutmeg

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