On Her Own, Part 2
Ranko's stomach decided that the time for thought was past, it was time to eat.
As she walked, she looked for the edible fruits and berries the amazons had
shown her during her stay with them. In an hour of hiking at a slightly slower
pace, she had almost enough for a meal, and would use a ration of the food she
was carrying to complete it. Stopping for a few minutes, she dropped her pack,
removed a little dried food from it, and enjoyed the fruits of the past hour's
labors.
As the sun began to dip, Ranko again began to look for some edible fruit along
the trail. Before it got too dark, she selected and prepared a campsite. She ate
her evening meal, and snuggled into her sleeping bag. Ranko was so tired from
this day's exertions that she was asleep before the sun had set.
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Weeks passed as Ranko made her way down the road. Though the weather had often
threatened rain, or worse, things remained clear. Temperatures, however, grew
steadily colder. Soon winter would come. Ranko was able to subsist on an
occasional fish she would pull from a creek and fruit she collected along the
roadside. Ten years on the road had taught her to be an able forager, though
theft was his father's preferred way of filing their stomachs. A real meal
became a tantalizing fantasy that drove her on.
Finally, Ranko's luck ran out and rain poured down. Though she had a small tent
in her pack, she decided to try to find some shelter to ride out the storm.
After walking another kilometer, she made out through the downpour a broken-down
outbuilding. Slogging through the mud a short distance from the road, she was
dry at last inside the shelter.
Ranko smiled a little as she considered her good luck, this time. In the future,
she would put on her coat at the first sign of inclement weather. Hypothermia
was not a word found in either of her vocabularies, but a danger she understood
from experience. Her clothes were soaked, so she quickly took off the dripping
shirt, socks and skirt. After using one of her soiled shirts to dry herself off,
she dressed in a fresh outfit.
As darkness approached, the storm seemed even more violent, so the girl decided
that, for a night at least; this ruined building would be home. Structures like
this had often served to provide a night's shelter the last decade. She looked
around the hut for a dry place to lay out her bedroll when a light caught her
eye. She swallowed as the light moved toward her shelter, silently preparing for
combat... just in case.
"Hello?" A shaky voice asked in Mandarin.
Ranko remained quiet, wanting to see her opponent before the other person saw
her. As the light came closer, an elderly man came into view, illuminated by the
oil lamp he carried. He LOOKED safe, so Ranko hazarded a cautious response.
"Hello?" She did not relax her guard, however.
The man advanced slowly into the building. From the sound of her voice, there
was a young woman inside who had obviously sought shelter from the storm. Her
Mandarin was highly accented; indicating it wasn't her first language... Why was
she here? Why was she alone so far, it seemed, from home? As the girl came into
focus, his breath caught for a moment. She reminded him of his own daughter. She
was about that age when... The man could not keep back tears.
Ranko looked at the old man, noticing he was crying. "What's wrong,
Grandfather?" She asked. He had passed by many people such as this in the past
decade; their suffering beneath both his notice and contempt. But were they
beneath hers?
The man composed himself, using the arm of his worn gray shirt to wipe away his
tears. "It was nothing, miss. My wife and I would love for you to spend the
night. We rarely have guests." The wrinkles of a grin joined the multitude on
his weather-beaten face. "I'm sure you would like to spend a night indoors.
Perhaps you would like to share our evening meal?"
The prospect of a night spent in warmth and comfort was one thing, but the
possibility of a hot meal overrode any misgivings the girl had. She stood, and
bowed to her host. "I'd love to spend a night with you!" She quickly re-packed
her possessions and followed the man to his home.
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It was a simple shack... a room for living and an adjacent one for sleeping. But
it was cozy, and WARM. Warmth like this was something Ranko hadn't felt since
Joketsuzoku. It seemed to flow into her as she scrunched up her legs and hugged
them close to keep all the heat inside her small body. She looked around the
cabin, her gaze falling at last on the man's wife. The elderly woman stooped
over a pot boiling on a cast-iron wood stove, her labors filling the home with
the aromas of real food. To a certain redheaded guest, it was the most wonderful
thing she had smelled in a long time. It was mostly the scent of cooking rice,
with a little fragrance of ginger and fish. It wasn't long before her stomach
announced its desire to partake of dinner with an angry growl.
Ranko's face reddened. "Sorry, I guess I'm pretty hungry." She said with an
embarrassed grin.
The woman turned to face her guest, smiling at the sight of the pretty girl
enjoying the warmth. "Well, young one, if you help me with the cooking, you can
eat that much faster."
Ranko thought for a moment. Cooking in a kitchen was what girls do. Over a
campfire was different, but here... With a determined look she stood up and
walked over to the woman. "How can I help you, Grandmother?" She paused for a
moment, then continued. "By the way, my name's Ranko!"
The woman turned, "Well, Ranko, perhaps you can..."
Dinner was ready just a few minutes later. After dishing up three servings of
the rice and fish mixture, Ranko was ready to dig in. As the redhead moved to
pick up her chopsticks, the girl caught the reproachful stare of her hostess.
She set down her utensils and folded her hands. There were no free-for-alls
here, and guys ate first.
Grandfather sampled some food with his chopsticks, then a bit more. "Excellent,"
he said at last.
With a nod from Grandmother, Ranko dug in with gusto. Food... It was amazing
what a difference a hot meal made to her disposition. Just an hour ago, she was
cold and miserable; now she was warm and happy. She looked into the older
woman's eyes; noticing happiness mixed with a touch of sadness. "The food was
great! Thanks." Ranko finally said with satisfaction and gratitude.
"It was my pleasure." The old woman replied. She looked at Ranko for a moment.
"Now, will you tell me how a sweet girl like you ended up by herself so far from
home?"
In an instant, Ranko's smile vaporized. "Well, my story is gonna sound
strange..." She thought for a moment... "My father took me to the Joketsuzoku
area to train. We got separated in a battle and I was captured by the Musk..."
This elderly couple didn't need to deal with the whole truth, just most of it...
By the time the girl had finished her story, she and her hosts could not keep
tears from their eyes. Silence presided over the scene for several minutes.
Grandfather finally broke the silence. "Ranko, soon the weather will turn, and
the snow will fall." He cast a hopeful look his wife's direction, quickly
answered by a nod and a small smile. Bolstered by unspoken concurrence, he
continued. "We are elderly and have little, but we would love to share our home
with you for the winter."
The girl looked thoughtful for a moment. She knew the winter would be harsh at
this elevation... A warm cabin would be a wonderful place to spend the frigid
months, and the prospect of real hot food every day brought a smile to her face.
Her smile dimmed a little as she continued thinking... One thing she had learned
from the Amazons was the value, and pleasure, of repaying those that helped her
in kind, with her own hard work. "I'd like to stay, but only if I can pull my
own weight. Is there anything I can help you folks with?"
The elderly couple smiled at each other, the man turning to Ranko. "There are a
lot of things I've been meaning to do around here... a young pair of hands would
be welcome. Maybe you can show me just how strong you are, Ranko..."
Ranko couldn't keep a silly, proud, grin off her face any longer. "I'd love to!
Guess I'll stay for a while."
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Snow covered the countryside hiding both the ground and, it seemed all sound
beneath a silent white blanket. A sharp crack colored the scene for a moment,
followed by many more in rapid succession. The source of the noise was a small
girl almost hidden beneath a jacket clearly intended for a larger person. She
provided a splash of color amongst the gray and white, primarily deep browns and
blacks, topped off by a fiery red mane flowing unbound down her back. As she
chopped the last of the logs, silence again nearly blanketed the scene as the
girl loaded the wood onto a sled to haul back to the cabin. Though she had been
working all day long, the teenager stepped lightly as she pulled the mass of
timber back to her temporary home.
Having stacked the last of the firewood by the hut, Ranko returned to the warmth
indoors. "I'm home!" She whispered in Japanese, then repeated louder in
Mandarin.
Grandmother turned to the girl, who had already removed her coat and gloves,
revealing a simple gray wool dress beneath it. Ranko had protested the garment
at first, but grown to appreciate it as the weather turned colder. The woman
smiled at the girl who had added such joy and comfort to their lives.
Ranko looked down at the gray dress she wore. It was the first garment she had
ever sewn, if only to take it in a bit and raise the hem, under Grandmother's
expert guidance. Guy's didn't wear dresses OR sew them. Her bright blue eyes
shimmered for a moment, but only a single tear escaped the shining pool to flow
down her face. She had two roads to travel in her journey home. At the end of
one road were Japan and her parents.
But there was another road... She had already taken a few, halting steps down
that dark and frightening path. The first footfall was at Jusenkyo, but it was
the Musk who forced her feet upon it. At Joketsuzoku, she had willingly taken a
few steps... to save her life. Now, she had taken a few more here. At the end of
that road was a woman where a man had been.
What would her father think?
She hoped she could keep the flame of what he HAD been alive during her journey.
But what had he... she been? The accomplice of a thief perhaps?
An arrogant, swaggering martial artist that looked with contempt upon half of
humanity?
The Amazons and her own experience had proven much of what her father had taught
about women false. What would she find at the end of the road?
She knew she would still be a martial artist, being a girl hadn't changed that.
She kept in shape by exercising and practicing her kata every day. But what ELSE
would she be? When she was a guy, a martial artist was all he was or wanted to
be, but what about her?
What if HER curse was unlocked, and she became a man again? She masked a
shudder, wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her dress, and went to help
Grandmother with dinner.
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Ranko pounded that last of the nails with satisfaction. Finally, she had
repaired the last fence... her work here was complete. Looking up from the
plank, she noticed pockets of mud amidst the snow. Spring was upon the land and
she had a road, muddy but emerging from winter's mantle, to walk.
Turning toward the cabin, she noticed two people looking at her with pride, joy,
and sadness. They knew their daughter of a winter would soon be gone, but only
from their presence.
The girl looked at the rustic gray dress that she made hers with her own hands,
carefully folding it so she could carry it down the road. Her pack now had
several days' supply of dried fish and fruits, so she wouldn't go hungry for at
least a few hours' travel. As she fastened the last buckle, she looked up at her
hosts, noticing tears in their eyes; soon the two people blurred a bit, as the
girl's own tears flowed freely. She shouldered the pack and walked over to the
woman and embraced her, only to find herself swallowed up in a returned hug. The
man joined in and the three just stood there for a few moments, not wanting to
let go for a while.
Finally, the redheaded guest reluctantly shrugged off the warmth of the shared
embrace. Her two hosts went to the door, which Grandfather opened.
Ranko followed her hosts to the door, offering them a sad smile. "Goodbye,
Grandmother and Grandfather... Thanks for everything."
The woman bowed, "Thank you Ranko, for giving me a daughter again, if only for
the winter."
Grandfather then spoke. "And thank you for all your hard work on our home. Good
luck, little one."
Ranko grinned, a bit more happiness showing up on her face to drive out the
sweet sorrow. "Thanks, but it was really no problem! Bye, you two!" With that,
she turned and slogged down the muddy road... The smile on her face lasted for
days.
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