Akane's Westernization 1/2: A Call From Home

Unending BE - episode 981821

This part sets up fot the option, rather than going straight to it.

Afsaneh, the djinn girl, was no stranger to having a bad master. Even when she thought she had a good master, they would over time succumb to the forces of greed and excess. Afsaneh often wondered how much of their corruption was her fault. In Krysti’s case, she need not wonder; she knew. Her previous master had wished the girl once known as Akane, into a “prim bitchy hottie” just before she managed to take the lamp.

If the djinn could have her own wishes, she would certainly undo this.

The djinn tried to convince Krysti that she was not truly in love with her new self, vanity was merely a consequence of the previous wishes. At times Krysti showed nostalgia for her home in Japan, but this was always a false promise.

For instance, at one point she began speaking about how wonderful a cook her sister was an how she missed her meals. Then she said “Maybe later I’ll wish her over here and make her my maid or something.” She then spoke about making Kasumi french, a french maid, and went on to complain about there not being enough meat in Japanese food.

At the moment, Krysti was being pampered in a nail salon. The procedure she was undergoing had already taken two hours. She could just wish for the perfect manicure, but she seemed to enjoy yelling at the ladies who were at her knees working.

“Hey Afsaneh.”

“Yes my master.”

“I was just thinking, it’s inconvenient to carry a 3000 year old oil lamp everywhere.”

Afsaneh was actually closer to 5000, though she didn’t look a day over eighteen. She did not presume to correct her master, and actually liked being mistaken for younger. It was the closest Akane / Krysti ever came to a compliment.

“Well you don’t have to take my lamp everywhere. You could wish yourself a safe home, and leave me there. Actually I’m becoming rather partial to this human invention called video games. My last master had me play a game with him whereby we fired modern weapons upon the undead.”

“Lame. Actually I was thinking that I could wish your lamp into something smaller and easier to carry, like a ring. Is that possible.”

“It is, but please don’t. I have so little living space as it is.”

“Genie, I wish your lamp were instead a beautiful ring made just for my finger.”

“Yes Master.” I hope I don’t get stuck in there for another 200 years., She looked upon her master who was scolding a pedicurist. Or maybe I hope I do.

The lamp snaked around Krysti’s finger, reshaping itself into a ring. The jewel upon it was huge, Afsaneh made it that way less to impress Krysti and more so she’d at least have room to keep her recently started comic collection.

One pedicurist made the sign of a cross when she saw this, but otherwise they continued working; mostly out of fear of being bewitched. In a cloud of smoke, Afsaneh returned to her ring. It took her a little bit longer than usual to squeeze in.

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me.

Krysti picked up her transformed cell phone. Afsaneh, had changed it into the latest model but not altered her number.

“Hello.”
“Speak English!!!”
“Oh, hey Nabs. How’re you.”
“Ranma chased me how far.”
“Yes I’m you’re sister.”
“Oh, that was just my slave Afsaneh.”
“She carried me off to a wonderful kingdom and transformed me into a princess, or something like that.”
“I’ll come home I want to.”
“Shut-up.”
“I don’t care. You’re such a pain.”

Click

Far away, in a place called not sure where, Ranma stood in line to use the villages only pay-phone. As he waited, he snacked on bananas, while the monkey on his shoulder groomed his hair.

Finally his turn came. He called, knowing full well how upset Nabiki would be to accept the collect charges.

“Hello.”
“She’s where?”
“She’s what?”
“You tracked the GPS on her phone.”
“Kuno’s taking the whole family on a chartered jet.”
“Them too. Why are they coming?”
“Can you pick me up.”
“Oh come on”
“Please.”
“No I can’t swim back to Japan. Besides, I’m coming for her too.”
“Wait don’t hang up.”

Ranma checked the time. She only allowed him a minute.

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Tue Jan 14 16:17:51 2014

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