Almost

A spamfic by socchan

Ranma had it pegged. It had taken weeks of monotonous record-taking and careful observation, but he had it down pat. There was no way it could fail.

Ranma leaned in closer to watch. There was the signal! And now, he had only to wait for the right moment…

He glanced around; no one was watching. That was good. This was the first time he would be able to try this technique, and he didn't like the idea of messing up in front of dozens of strangers. Strangers that would instantly recognize him because he was Ranma, aquatransexual martial artist, cold water magnet, and fiancée of Akane Tendo.

'Concentrate!' he told himself, trying to regain his focus on the task at hand. He'd needed a speed technique, but something slower than the Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken; if he went too fast, he might damage his prize. Ranma licked his lips, and his hand shot out…

…snatching an eggplant from the supermarket display case. He snatched it back equally fast, breathing a sigh of relief. The technique had succeeded. He turned back and grinned at Kasumi. "Hey!" he called out, waving his prize above his head, "I got the eggplant!"

Kasumi smiled at him. "That's good Ranma, but I need one more before we can go."

Ranma lowered his hand and nodded. "Okay, Kasumi, I'll get another one." He turned back to the display and reached out to get another eggplant, happiness clouding his judgement.

Hssssssssssssssssssssssss

Ranma-chan scowled at the sprinkler system that had turned on right when she put her hand out, and withdrew her wet hand and eggplant. Life just wasn't fair!

End

An idea that popped out of no where, but one I'm more than willing to blame on my biology teacher. It occurred to me that Ranma might have the same trouble most of us do with grocery store vegi fresheners.

I don't own Ranma ½, though I am honored that you think me skilled enough to confuse me with the real mastermind, Rumiko Takahashi.

As always, say what you actually think, and don't sugarcoat it! Thanks!

-socchan