A Ranma ½ All-Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku Spamfic
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Disclaimers and Acknowledgments at the end.
This spamfic is dedicated to Douglas MacDougall... just because. ^_^
"Excuse meee for interrup-tiiing!"
Everyone in the house sat up or disengaged themselves from what they had been doing, and looked at one another.
Kasumi glided out of the kitchen, headed for the door. "My, how... enthusiastic." The sound of the front door opening was clearly audible to the people in the tearoom.
"Anou... ... ... Can I help you?"
Everyone blinked. It wasn't like Kasumi to flub or hesitate in her greetings.
"Hi! My name is Natsume Atsuko, but call me Nuku Nuku!"
Several people big-sweated at the cutesy name.
"Ah... Certainly, Nuku Nuku-san." There was a short pause and a rustle of clothing; Kasumi was probably bowing. "My name is Tendou Kasumi. I am pleased to meet you."
"I am pleased to meet you, too, Kasumi-san!"
"Yes, dear, I can very much see that." The smile was obvious in her voice. "Now, what can I help you with?"
"I am looking for... for..." Everyone strained and leaned towards the door, hearing the crinkle of paper. "Oh! I am looking for Saotome Ranma-san! I am his fiancée! Papa-san, err..." *Crinkle, crinkle.* "Papa-san bailed Genma-san out of jail. Engaged son to daughter if both have... Did that come out right? Is Ranma-san here? I like horsies!"
Akane glowered at Ranma, who cringed. Genma-panda was already packing to leave when he was forced to stop by virtue of his son's foot planted firmly in his face; Genma was then allowed to take a nap.
"Well, yes, he is," Kasumi said, "but you see, Ranma already has fiancées already has a fiancée."
"Really? Oh..." The sound of disappointment was clear in Nuku Nuku's voice.
"Just, ah, what exactly are you?"
Everyone perked up, including Genma, who was still holding up a sign that said 'ZZZZ!'.
"I am a real, live, walking, talking, breathing PERSON now!"
"Ah, ahem... I'm sure, but you don't appear to be, ah..."
"Well, I was a cat, first..."
Ranma turned white and started shaking.
"Then Papa-san put me inside an android body, and then I was a girl... sort of."
Much scratching of heads ensued.
"Then a pretty lady came out of the mirror one day and said, 'Nuku Nuku, you get a wish!' Well, she didn't say Nuku Nuku. She was very formal and called me Natsume Atsuko-san! Anyway, I could not decide whether to be a cat again or a girl, but the pretty lady said I could be both!"
"I... see. That certainly explains things."
"Is Ranma-san here? Can I at least say hello? I love horsies!"
Ranma was waving his hands at the door, mouthing 'NO! NO!'.
"I... suppose it would be okay."
Footsteps sounded in the hall, and Kasumi appeared in the hallway entrance to the tearoom and stepped aside. Everyone gasped. A person of intermediate height, Nuku Nuku sported a glorious mane of pink hair. Two tufted cat ears rose out of the mass, and twitched this way and that. The ears, as well as the visible parts of her body not covered with a sundress, were covered in a downy tan fur, and the sundress was stretched around the chest and loose in the waist. Tabby stripes rose up the back of her neck and partially down her arms, and one could logically assume that the stripes descended down her back, as well, especially since a similarly marked tail flicked in and out of view from behind Nuku Nuku. Her orange eyes had slitted irises, and they twinkled merrily.
Nuku Nuku looked around the room and instinctively zeroed in on Ranma, who was shaking and cowering. "Ranma-san?" She gazed at the terrified young man. "I don't know why, but... Ranma-san reminds me of a cat!"
"ACK!!!" To his credit, Ranma made a valiant attempt to flee the premises, but in one bound, Nuku Nuku had the trembling martial artist pinned to the floor. Akane was still too stunned at seeing a live catgirl to object to the proceedings.
"Definitely cat! Wheee!" She bent down and whispered in his ear. Ranma's eyes rolled up into his head, and he yowled.
"HA! Ranma-san IS a cat! Can't catch Nuku NU-kuuu!" Nuku Nuku bounded into the backyard, neko-Ranma hot on her tabby-striped tail. He caught her, and they tussled around, Nuku Nuku giggling.
"Nuku Nuku PUNCH!"
Ranma went flying, only to run back and tackle her again.
"WHEEE!!! I think I love Ranma-san very much!"
Akane finally put her face in her hands. "Ba-a-ka."
Akane lay in bed, handfuls of bed sheet in her fists.
"ARGH!!!" Akane got out of bed, opened her window, and tossed out a barbell, but it was too dark below to make out anything. "Take THAT!"
"OW!" Nuku Nuku yelled. "Something hit me! AH! YOOOWWWWLLL!!!"
"Oooo, honestly! What I put up with..." Akane climbed back into bed.
"OH, RANMA-SAAAAAN!! ROOOOOWRRR! KITTENS!!!"
Akane's eyes snapped back open. She had once mentioned something about cats howling under her window, and Sayuri said that they did that because... because... And Nuku Nuku just said 'kittens' and... and... Akane sat up in bed, horror etched on her face. "AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Did Ranma-san hear something?"
"Ranma-san shouldn't smoke."
Much thanks to T.H. Tiger and Vince Seifert for the prereading.
Ranma ½ is the property of Takahashi Rumiko, Shonen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Fuji, and Kitty TV (Japan), and Viz Communications, Inc. (North America).
All-Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku (Banno Bunka Nekomusume) characters and situations are copyright 1992 Movic/King Records/Yuzo Takada/Futaba Sha. (Thanks to Vince Seifert for the BBN disclaimer.)
This work of fanfiction is for free entertainment purposes only no compensation has been or will be received for its composition.