A Ranma 1/2 - Bust a Groove fusion fic
* All rights belong to whoever owns them.
* Please reign in your disbelief for one moment as things are
just going to get weird around here.
00:00 - Fly Girl's, Dancing Pigs?
Morning in Nerima seemed awfully peaceful today, the sun was high
and birds were flying in the air. It just screamed that some
thing was about to happen. Which it did, if the high wails of a
pop song playing too loudly on a boom box didn't give you enough
clues as it wafted from the Tendo dojo.
"Is she at it again?" Nabiki half mumbled, half groaned from her
bed as she rolled over to lie on her stomach and buried her head
underneath a pillow.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to sell that boom box to a
pawn shop." Nabiki grimaced as she tried to get to sleep.
It's going to be a bad day, she thought. The noise from the dojo
seemed to grow louder then as Nabiki mumbled her curse through
her pillow as she yanked her blanket over her head. Yes, it's
going to be a bad day.
"Ok P-chan, you still remember the moves I taught you yesterday
right?" Akane asked her pet pig, which squealed in delight. Akane
couldn't help but giggle. It looked so cute, with that yellow and
black polka dot ribbon she found and had tied around its neck.
She would have to thank daddy later for his present.
Akane was dressed in loose blue jeans; her oversized white shirt
hung loose below her tight waist as the sleeves covered her slim
hands entirely. The straps of her blue lace bra peeked from
underneath the loose-shoulder collar of her shirt as she adjusted
the straps on her sneakers for a snug fit. Her long black hair
was tied into two long ponytails, styled much like Sasami's, a
character she had seen in an anime and thought might look good on
her.
Done with the laces she skipped over to the corner to where the
boom box lay. Sorting through her large collection of Pop CD's
briefly, she placed one of favorites in. A hip-hop, techno kind
of tune began playing as she stood up and walked back to where P-
chan sat waiting.
"Are you ready P-chan?" Akane asked her pet as it squealed in
reply and delight.
"Alright! Let's start dancing!"
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing! / Dancing X3
By Kahlil Noriega
00:01 - The Heat is on! The dancing machine!
Soun's daughters sat in a row facing the koi pond, their faces a
mixture of curiosity, apprehension, to indifference as they
watched their father pace before them. His eyes dreamy and
slightly glazed; the object of his hallucinations was a post card
he held dearly in his hands as he mumbled something about joining
some schools or something...
"So what is this about daddy?" just like Nabiki, Akane thought,
straight to the point.
"A good friend of mine is due to arrive from China with his son.
It is our wish that the two schools of the 'Anything goes Dancing
School' be joined; if one of you were to marry his son and
continue the school then..."
"Father! I can't believe you!" Akane admonished.
"Oh my! Father how could you..." Kasumi replied a little shocked
as she covered her open mouth with her hand.
"So what's he like?" Nabiki asked suddenly that it distracted
Akane from totally clobbering her father right then and there
with some choice words, baka, being the lightest in her varied
arsenal.
"I don't know, I've never met the lad..."
"What! You mean you engaged us to some guy you don't even know?"
"Uh...yeah, that's exactly it..."
Akane just fumed, right then and there wanted to die as the
doorbell chose that time to ring.
"Oooh that must be him!" Nabiki chorused as she and her father
dashed for the door only to return a minute later in shock.
"What is it?" Akane intoned, Kasumi behind her followed by her
sister and her father a moment later.
From behind, the corner stepped out a huge black panda, followed
by a meek and silent red haired girl. Akane saw that she was cute
and all, perhaps beautiful those perfect blue eyes seemed to
shine in the morning light. She was dressed in a too tight red
jet shirt, hiding to no one of her gender as loose black pants
wrapped nicely around her slim waist and long legs. This was no
boy, thank god! Akane couldn't help but smile.
"Are...Are you..." Soun felt like he was going to have a heart
attack.
"I'm Ranma Saotome, sorry about this..." The girl meekly replied,
staring down at the floor avoiding their eyes.
"Oh my..."
"Just great, another chance down the drain..." Akane paid Nabiki
no mind; god knows how boy hungry she was as she stepped close to
the girl reached out her hand.
"Hi! I'm Akane, want to be friends?"
"Uh sure..." Ranko mumbled, a little unsure if a bit nervous.
"I won't bite..." Not yet anyway, Akane half joked to herself as
she remembered something dad said a while ago.
"You practice anything goes dance isn't that right?"
"Yes." Ranko replied proudly, her meekness in odds with her tone
as she looked up at Akane eyes with a faint smile tracing her
lips. She was proud to be practicing the Art.
"We have a dojo out back, why don't we have a little match?"
Akane invited, her excited ness showing through for the chance to
finally pit her dancing skills with another.
"Uh, sure, but let me get my stuff ready first." Ranko replied.
Gesturing to the pack she held in her hands. Her father was gone
she saw, must have gone to the kitchen she thought.
"Alright, I'll meet you in the dojo then." Akane replied,
practically skipping, half running to the dojo as she waved
goodbye behind her. Ranko watched her go as she waved her off.
"Ranko, if you would follow me please, I'll show you where you
could change." Kasumi said from beside her. Ranko turned around,
spotting Soun comatose on the floor.
"Is he going to be alright?" Ranko asked Kasumi as she herded her
to the bathroom. She could distinctly hear him mumbling, "the
schools, the schools, how can I join the schools..."
"Oh, he will be alright..." Kasumi replied as they both walked
down the hallway to the furo.
"Oh..."
Back at the Dojo, Akane is stretching, with P-chan sitting off to
the side of the room watching silently. Akane gave him a smile as
she got up and jumped a few times to get the blood flowing and
turned her head at the sound of the dojo door sliding open and
gasped slightly at the sight of Ranko's costume.
Ranko wore a nice tight traffic police's uniform. Unbuttoned blue
hip-hugging short shorts with a matching mid drift blouse. Her
sleeves were rolled back with the opening of her blouse tied
underneath her breasts exposing her tight and toned waist, police
cap, ankle high socks and sneakers completed the picture. In her
gloved hand, she held a foot long red light traffic baton, which
she swayed unconsciously beside her.
"Nice costume..." Akane replied breathlessly, if a bit nervously
with a touch of excitement to confuse her even more.
"Thanks, you look great too." Ranko replied a little shy.
"Thanks...uh...let's get started then..." Akane replied, her
nerves getting the better of her as she skipped over to the boom
box.
"Pop, Techno alright with you?" Akane called from sorting her
CD's
"Sure..." Ranko replied stepping in the center as Akane joined
her. A smile on her lips shared by Ranko as they both tried to
feel the rhythm as the music began to play. Feet tapping, hips
swaying, shoulders moving as the arms slowly worked their way as
their body slowly got into the groove as they started to dance...
Akane got into a rhythm quickly, swaying her hips with some fancy
footwork tossed in. It felt great to be dancing with someone,
especially one she thought she could impress with her moves. I'm
so good she thought that she gave Ranko a slight glance to see
that she wasn't leaving her too far behind. What she saw made her
stumble, but she recovered a beat later as she watched entranced,
as she continued to dance.
Ranko had unconsciously closed her eyes as she felt the music
take control as she slowly slid down, hips swaying to the beat in
a slow sensuous grind. Her hands slowly drifting upwards, swaying
the baton over her head, before she slowly grinded her way up
again as her hands slowly slid down, swaying the glowing red
baton provocatively between her thighs...
Akane swallowed hard at the amorous display of dancing,
distracting her that she lost her rhythm again, and tripped on
her own leg as she stumbled forward and fell in a heap. As she
lay there on the floor, nursing more than a bruised elbow, she
thought of only one thing, 'She's good, very good.' She admitted
it painfully as she tried to bite back the tears. The commotion
was enough though that it brought Ranko out of her trance as she
stopped what she was doing and quickly rushed to her side and
knelt down beside her.
"Are you ok?" Ranko asked as she helped her up. A groan escaped
Akane's lips as she replied, "Yeah...I'm ok." Steadying herself
she remarked, "You're pretty good..."
"Um...thanks..." Ranko replied, letting her go as Akane continued
saying, "I'm just glad you're not a boy..."
"Oh...Why's that?" exciting Ranko's curiosity as Akane replied,
"I'd hate to lose to a boy..." Akane admitted matter of fact.
"I see..." Ranko answered, unable to hide much of her
disappointment, luckily Akane didn't seem to notice.
"Ranko, is something wrong?" Or so she thought.
"No, it's nothing..." Ranko excused before facing away. Faking
distraction as she played with the baton in her hands.
"Hmm, ok. Hey! Why don't you go freshen up, I'll take care of the
clean up over here..."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"All right, so I'll see you later..."
"I'll see you later then..." Akane replied and waved her away.
Ranko sighed as she headed for the bath and met Kasumi in the
hall.
"Ranko, I've prepared your bath for you. It's ready anytime you
are."
"Thank's Kasumi" Ranko replied and received a warm smile from
Kasumi as she left her to attend to other business around the
house. Ranko sighed again as she gathered her things and walked
in. Maybe a nice hot soak wouldn't be so bad.
"Akane, why don't you take a bath now." Kasumi called her sister
from the dojo doors.
"Thanks Kasumi, I'll be right there." Akane answered back as she
set aside her boom box and CDs in a corner and gathered her
bathing supplies from Kasumi and headed for the furo.
Kasumi watched her little sister go with a smile as she tidied up
what her sister left behind. Dancing like the prima ballerina
that she was...
"So what do I do now?" Ranma thought as he lounged in the furo,
feeling the heat seep in and relax his aching muscles. 'She isn't
half-bad a dancer, and she is cute...maybe this won't be as bad
as I thought it would be, but still...'
'Hmm...Ranko must be already in' Akane thought standing before
the inner door of the furo. 'I guess I'll go join her' stripping
down, she untied her hair, letting it roll and settle behind her
as she gathered her bathing supplies in one arm and covering her
modesty with a short towel in the other as she opened the inner
door to the furo and stepped in...
"I guess I better get out and-" the door opened then as silence
reigned for a moment as Akane and Ranma stood there staring. Each
admiring the nakedness of the other, before a shout of "Eek!
Pervert!" and a huge mallet suddenly appeared in Akane's hands as
she started giving Ranma the pounding of his life...
00:02 - "I'm the Natural playboy of town..."
From atop a nearby fence and supporting a healthy number of
bandages, Ranma muttered from above. "I still can't believe my
idiot father engaged me to you..."
"Believe me when I say that I'm not too thrilled with the idea
either." Akane shot back, this time dressed in her school uniform
with her hair down and flowing behind her. A frown on her face as
she tried to ignore the walking @#$%! on the fence.
What a change a simple hairstyle could do, Ranma thought. Yaow...
he had to admit, the view he had from walking behind her was
pretty nice...
"Just remember, when we get to school, we're strangers!"
"Fine by me..." Ranma shot back ignoring her muttered curse at
him as she picked up her pace. Ranma jumped down beside her as
she increased her pace to a full-blown run. Half muttering, half
cursing as her eyes took on an inner fire, her grip on her school
bag visibly shaking.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"I hate boys..."
"Huh?"
"I hate boys, I hate boys, I hate..." Akane chanted like a
mantra, Ranma could only watch and...worry? For this Tomboy?
Nah...it couldn't be.
Then he heard it, like a crashing wave, he heard it. A thousand
voices screaming "I LOVE YOU AKANE TENDO!" and he almost joined
them too...almost.
Akane shot pass him, screaming her mantra as she dove right into
the charging mass of...dancing boys? Go figure.
Akane danced her way through them flowing in and out of arms,
shifting from style to style like some Broadway production. She
looked great, he had to admit, but for the guys...well a tutu can
only get you so far...he'd seen it all.
With each new partner she danced with, another one left discarded
and unconscious with a few well-placed blows. The 'Anything goes
School' was, after all, known for its adaptive style and
finesse...
As Akane stood triumphant over her aggressors, she felt an
incoming projectile and caught it briefly in her hands. Glancing
at the rose she held in her hands, she gave a strangled sigh.
'Why now?'
"Those fools have neither the style nor the rhythm to out dance
you my tigress." Kuno replied stepping out from the cover of a
tree.
"I don't have the time for you now Kuno. I'm late!" Akane spat as
she watched the white leisure-suited kendoist, with his trademark
70's disco hairstyle pose dramatically in front of her. Damn that
was a freaky attack Ranma thought as he joined Akane.
"Damn, I just don't see why those guys are going gaga over you."
"Butt out Ranma!" Akane spat as she readied herself for her usual
bout with Kuno. Kuno ignored her though as his eyes glowed with
rage at Ranma.
"Who are you and why do you act so formal around my goddess!"
Kuno spat vehemently, levering his bokken at Ranma.
"Well I'm-"
"Wait! Isn't it customary that the upper classman introduce
himself first? Very well, then, know that I am the rising young
star of the disco world. Women flock at the sound of my voice..."
At this several women swooned and giggled "The Natural Playboy of
Furinkan High! Tatewaki Kuno, age 17."
"My card..." Kuno said, pitching it to Ranma, who deftly caught
it in his hand as he gave the picture a slight glance and was
instantly paralyzed.
It could have been the paralysis powder laced on the picture
itself that caused his current state; or it could have been the
semi-nude picture of Kuno winking at him and biting a rose at the
same time with his signature at the bottom that did him in. He
thought the former...
"Hmph, the natural playboy has no need to hear the names of
peasants."
"Why...you...sneaky..." Ranma gritted through the paralysis as
Kuno strove over to Akane.
"At a later time my lady..." Kuno said as he bowed and left, a
noticeable swing in his hips as Ranma could hear him singing to
himself "I'm the natural playboy in town..." Ranma could only
grimace.
Akane watched him go, a bit confused as she remembered something
and saw Ranma in his paralyzed state on the floor.
"You're pathetic..."
"I'm...going...to pay...him...back...for...this..." Ranma said as
he felt Akane yank hold of his pigtail as she dragged him inside.
"Sure you will..." And she believed him.
~ End 00 and 01
Author's note:
Well, if you failed to recognize who the dancers are or don't
know them, here's a list of the dancers/coming-dancers and their
dance styles as it relates to this story.
* Note: I got the dance styles from a game guide:
Heat = Ranma (M)(Of course :)
Dance Style: East Coast Break Dancing
Kelly (BaM2 costume) = Ranko / Ranma (F)
Dance Style: Bump-and-Grind / Club / Lap Dancing?
Shorty = Akane
Columbo = P-chan (real pig)
Dance Style: Candy Hip-Hop Street Dancing
Frida/Pinky = Kodachi
Dance Style: California Hip-Hop with a touch of 70's Motown
Kitty N. = Shampoo
McLoad = Shampoo (c) (Might not add the curse)
Dance Style: Vogue Club and Broadway / Bump and Grind
Comet = Ukyou
Dance Style: Roller Blade Dancing and Club
Strike = Ryouga
Hustle Kong = Ryouga (c)
Dance Style: House / Gangster Style Groove / Classic 70's Disco
Gas-O = Mousse
Burger Dog = Mousse (c) (Duck Boy)
Dance Style: Techno and Break Dancing / Detroit Modern
Hiro-kun = Kuno
Dance Style: Classic 70's Disco
Tsutomu = Happosai
Dance Style: Child Dancing?
Hamm = Genma
Pandar = Genma (c) (Obvious :)
Dance Style: Detroit Modern / Traditional Japanese Dance
Bi-O = Soun (Flaming Death's head)
Dance Style: Zombie/Robot Dance
* All rights belong to whoever owns them.
* Please reign in your disbelief for one moment as things are
just going to get weird around here.
00:00 - Fly Girl's, Dancing Pigs?
Morning in Nerima seemed awfully peaceful today, the sun was high
and birds were flying in the air. It just screamed that some
thing was about to happen. Which it did, if the high wails of a
pop song playing too loudly on a boom box didn't give you enough
clues as it wafted from the Tendo dojo.
"Is she at it again?" Nabiki half mumbled, half groaned from her
bed as she rolled over to lie on her stomach and buried her head
underneath a pillow.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to sell that boom box to a
pawn shop." Nabiki grimaced as she tried to get to sleep.
It's going to be a bad day, she thought. The noise from the dojo
seemed to grow louder then as Nabiki mumbled her curse through
her pillow as she yanked her blanket over her head. Yes, it's
going to be a bad day.
"Ok P-chan, you still remember the moves I taught you yesterday
right?" Akane asked her pet pig, which squealed in delight. Akane
couldn't help but giggle. It looked so cute, with that yellow and
black polka dot ribbon she found and had tied around its neck.
She would have to thank daddy later for his present.
Akane was dressed in loose blue jeans; her oversized white shirt
hung loose below her tight waist as the sleeves covered her slim
hands entirely. The straps of her blue lace bra peeked from
underneath the loose-shoulder collar of her shirt as she adjusted
the straps on her sneakers for a snug fit. Her long black hair
was tied into two long ponytails, styled much like Sasami's, a
character she had seen in an anime and thought might look good on
her.
Done with the laces she skipped over to the corner to where the
boom box lay. Sorting through her large collection of Pop CD's
briefly, she placed one of favorites in. A hip-hop, techno kind
of tune began playing as she stood up and walked back to where P-
chan sat waiting.
"Are you ready P-chan?" Akane asked her pet as it squealed in
reply and delight.
"Alright! Let's start dancing!"
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing! / Dancing X3
By Kahlil Noriega
00:01 - The Heat is on! The dancing machine!
Soun's daughters sat in a row facing the koi pond, their faces a
mixture of curiosity, apprehension, to indifference as they
watched their father pace before them. His eyes dreamy and
slightly glazed; the object of his hallucinations was a post card
he held dearly in his hands as he mumbled something about joining
some schools or something...
"So what is this about daddy?" just like Nabiki, Akane thought,
straight to the point.
"A good friend of mine is due to arrive from China with his son.
It is our wish that the two schools of the 'Anything goes Dancing
School' be joined; if one of you were to marry his son and
continue the school then..."
"Father! I can't believe you!" Akane admonished.
"Oh my! Father how could you..." Kasumi replied a little shocked
as she covered her open mouth with her hand.
"So what's he like?" Nabiki asked suddenly that it distracted
Akane from totally clobbering her father right then and there
with some choice words, baka, being the lightest in her varied
arsenal.
"I don't know, I've never met the lad..."
"What! You mean you engaged us to some guy you don't even know?"
"Uh...yeah, that's exactly it..."
Akane just fumed, right then and there wanted to die as the
doorbell chose that time to ring.
"Oooh that must be him!" Nabiki chorused as she and her father
dashed for the door only to return a minute later in shock.
"What is it?" Akane intoned, Kasumi behind her followed by her
sister and her father a moment later.
From behind, the corner stepped out a huge black panda, followed
by a meek and silent red haired girl. Akane saw that she was cute
and all, perhaps beautiful those perfect blue eyes seemed to
shine in the morning light. She was dressed in a too tight red
jet shirt, hiding to no one of her gender as loose black pants
wrapped nicely around her slim waist and long legs. This was no
boy, thank god! Akane couldn't help but smile.
"Are...Are you..." Soun felt like he was going to have a heart
attack.
"I'm Ranma Saotome, sorry about this..." The girl meekly replied,
staring down at the floor avoiding their eyes.
"Oh my..."
"Just great, another chance down the drain..." Akane paid Nabiki
no mind; god knows how boy hungry she was as she stepped close to
the girl reached out her hand.
"Hi! I'm Akane, want to be friends?"
"Uh sure..." Ranko mumbled, a little unsure if a bit nervous.
"I won't bite..." Not yet anyway, Akane half joked to herself as
she remembered something dad said a while ago.
"You practice anything goes dance isn't that right?"
"Yes." Ranko replied proudly, her meekness in odds with her tone
as she looked up at Akane eyes with a faint smile tracing her
lips. She was proud to be practicing the Art.
"We have a dojo out back, why don't we have a little match?"
Akane invited, her excited ness showing through for the chance to
finally pit her dancing skills with another.
"Uh, sure, but let me get my stuff ready first." Ranko replied.
Gesturing to the pack she held in her hands. Her father was gone
she saw, must have gone to the kitchen she thought.
"Alright, I'll meet you in the dojo then." Akane replied,
practically skipping, half running to the dojo as she waved
goodbye behind her. Ranko watched her go as she waved her off.
"Ranko, if you would follow me please, I'll show you where you
could change." Kasumi said from beside her. Ranko turned around,
spotting Soun comatose on the floor.
"Is he going to be alright?" Ranko asked Kasumi as she herded her
to the bathroom. She could distinctly hear him mumbling, "the
schools, the schools, how can I join the schools..."
"Oh, he will be alright..." Kasumi replied as they both walked
down the hallway to the furo.
"Oh..."
Back at the Dojo, Akane is stretching, with P-chan sitting off to
the side of the room watching silently. Akane gave him a smile as
she got up and jumped a few times to get the blood flowing and
turned her head at the sound of the dojo door sliding open and
gasped slightly at the sight of Ranko's costume.
Ranko wore a nice tight traffic police's uniform. Unbuttoned blue
hip-hugging short shorts with a matching mid drift blouse. Her
sleeves were rolled back with the opening of her blouse tied
underneath her breasts exposing her tight and toned waist, police
cap, ankle high socks and sneakers completed the picture. In her
gloved hand, she held a foot long red light traffic baton, which
she swayed unconsciously beside her.
"Nice costume..." Akane replied breathlessly, if a bit nervously
with a touch of excitement to confuse her even more.
"Thanks, you look great too." Ranko replied a little shy.
"Thanks...uh...let's get started then..." Akane replied, her
nerves getting the better of her as she skipped over to the boom
box.
"Pop, Techno alright with you?" Akane called from sorting her
CD's
"Sure..." Ranko replied stepping in the center as Akane joined
her. A smile on her lips shared by Ranko as they both tried to
feel the rhythm as the music began to play. Feet tapping, hips
swaying, shoulders moving as the arms slowly worked their way as
their body slowly got into the groove as they started to dance...
Akane got into a rhythm quickly, swaying her hips with some fancy
footwork tossed in. It felt great to be dancing with someone,
especially one she thought she could impress with her moves. I'm
so good she thought that she gave Ranko a slight glance to see
that she wasn't leaving her too far behind. What she saw made her
stumble, but she recovered a beat later as she watched entranced,
as she continued to dance.
Ranko had unconsciously closed her eyes as she felt the music
take control as she slowly slid down, hips swaying to the beat in
a slow sensuous grind. Her hands slowly drifting upwards, swaying
the baton over her head, before she slowly grinded her way up
again as her hands slowly slid down, swaying the glowing red
baton provocatively between her thighs...
Akane swallowed hard at the amorous display of dancing,
distracting her that she lost her rhythm again, and tripped on
her own leg as she stumbled forward and fell in a heap. As she
lay there on the floor, nursing more than a bruised elbow, she
thought of only one thing, 'She's good, very good.' She admitted
it painfully as she tried to bite back the tears. The commotion
was enough though that it brought Ranko out of her trance as she
stopped what she was doing and quickly rushed to her side and
knelt down beside her.
"Are you ok?" Ranko asked as she helped her up. A groan escaped
Akane's lips as she replied, "Yeah...I'm ok." Steadying herself
she remarked, "You're pretty good..."
"Um...thanks..." Ranko replied, letting her go as Akane continued
saying, "I'm just glad you're not a boy..."
"Oh...Why's that?" exciting Ranko's curiosity as Akane replied,
"I'd hate to lose to a boy..." Akane admitted matter of fact.
"I see..." Ranko answered, unable to hide much of her
disappointment, luckily Akane didn't seem to notice.
"Ranko, is something wrong?" Or so she thought.
"No, it's nothing..." Ranko excused before facing away. Faking
distraction as she played with the baton in her hands.
"Hmm, ok. Hey! Why don't you go freshen up, I'll take care of the
clean up over here..."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"All right, so I'll see you later..."
"I'll see you later then..." Akane replied and waved her away.
Ranko sighed as she headed for the bath and met Kasumi in the
hall.
"Ranko, I've prepared your bath for you. It's ready anytime you
are."
"Thank's Kasumi" Ranko replied and received a warm smile from
Kasumi as she left her to attend to other business around the
house. Ranko sighed again as she gathered her things and walked
in. Maybe a nice hot soak wouldn't be so bad.
"Akane, why don't you take a bath now." Kasumi called her sister
from the dojo doors.
"Thanks Kasumi, I'll be right there." Akane answered back as she
set aside her boom box and CDs in a corner and gathered her
bathing supplies from Kasumi and headed for the furo.
Kasumi watched her little sister go with a smile as she tidied up
what her sister left behind. Dancing like the prima ballerina
that she was...
"So what do I do now?" Ranma thought as he lounged in the furo,
feeling the heat seep in and relax his aching muscles. 'She isn't
half-bad a dancer, and she is cute...maybe this won't be as bad
as I thought it would be, but still...'
'Hmm...Ranko must be already in' Akane thought standing before
the inner door of the furo. 'I guess I'll go join her' stripping
down, she untied her hair, letting it roll and settle behind her
as she gathered her bathing supplies in one arm and covering her
modesty with a short towel in the other as she opened the inner
door to the furo and stepped in...
"I guess I better get out and-" the door opened then as silence
reigned for a moment as Akane and Ranma stood there staring. Each
admiring the nakedness of the other, before a shout of "Eek!
Pervert!" and a huge mallet suddenly appeared in Akane's hands as
she started giving Ranma the pounding of his life...
00:02 - "I'm the Natural playboy of town..."
From atop a nearby fence and supporting a healthy number of
bandages, Ranma muttered from above. "I still can't believe my
idiot father engaged me to you..."
"Believe me when I say that I'm not too thrilled with the idea
either." Akane shot back, this time dressed in her school uniform
with her hair down and flowing behind her. A frown on her face as
she tried to ignore the walking @#$%! on the fence.
What a change a simple hairstyle could do, Ranma thought. Yaow...
he had to admit, the view he had from walking behind her was
pretty nice...
"Just remember, when we get to school, we're strangers!"
"Fine by me..." Ranma shot back ignoring her muttered curse at
him as she picked up her pace. Ranma jumped down beside her as
she increased her pace to a full-blown run. Half muttering, half
cursing as her eyes took on an inner fire, her grip on her school
bag visibly shaking.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"I hate boys..."
"Huh?"
"I hate boys, I hate boys, I hate..." Akane chanted like a
mantra, Ranma could only watch and...worry? For this Tomboy?
Nah...it couldn't be.
Then he heard it, like a crashing wave, he heard it. A thousand
voices screaming "I LOVE YOU AKANE TENDO!" and he almost joined
them too...almost.
Akane shot pass him, screaming her mantra as she dove right into
the charging mass of...dancing boys? Go figure.
Akane danced her way through them flowing in and out of arms,
shifting from style to style like some Broadway production. She
looked great, he had to admit, but for the guys...well a tutu can
only get you so far...he'd seen it all.
With each new partner she danced with, another one left discarded
and unconscious with a few well-placed blows. The 'Anything goes
School' was, after all, known for its adaptive style and
finesse...
As Akane stood triumphant over her aggressors, she felt an
incoming projectile and caught it briefly in her hands. Glancing
at the rose she held in her hands, she gave a strangled sigh.
'Why now?'
"Those fools have neither the style nor the rhythm to out dance
you my tigress." Kuno replied stepping out from the cover of a
tree.
"I don't have the time for you now Kuno. I'm late!" Akane spat as
she watched the white leisure-suited kendoist, with his trademark
70's disco hairstyle pose dramatically in front of her. Damn that
was a freaky attack Ranma thought as he joined Akane.
"Damn, I just don't see why those guys are going gaga over you."
"Butt out Ranma!" Akane spat as she readied herself for her usual
bout with Kuno. Kuno ignored her though as his eyes glowed with
rage at Ranma.
"Who are you and why do you act so formal around my goddess!"
Kuno spat vehemently, levering his bokken at Ranma.
"Well I'm-"
"Wait! Isn't it customary that the upper classman introduce
himself first? Very well, then, know that I am the rising young
star of the disco world. Women flock at the sound of my voice..."
At this several women swooned and giggled "The Natural Playboy of
Furinkan High! Tatewaki Kuno, age 17."
"My card..." Kuno said, pitching it to Ranma, who deftly caught
it in his hand as he gave the picture a slight glance and was
instantly paralyzed.
It could have been the paralysis powder laced on the picture
itself that caused his current state; or it could have been the
semi-nude picture of Kuno winking at him and biting a rose at the
same time with his signature at the bottom that did him in. He
thought the former...
"Hmph, the natural playboy has no need to hear the names of
peasants."
"Why...you...sneaky..." Ranma gritted through the paralysis as
Kuno strove over to Akane.
"At a later time my lady..." Kuno said as he bowed and left, a
noticeable swing in his hips as Ranma could hear him singing to
himself "I'm the natural playboy in town..." Ranma could only
grimace.
Akane watched him go, a bit confused as she remembered something
and saw Ranma in his paralyzed state on the floor.
"You're pathetic..."
"I'm...going...to pay...him...back...for...this..." Ranma said as
he felt Akane yank hold of his pigtail as she dragged him inside.
"Sure you will..." And she believed him.
~ End 00 and 01
Author's note:
Well, if you failed to recognize who the dancers are or don't
know them, here's a list of the dancers/coming-dancers and their
dance styles as it relates to this story.
* Note: I got the dance styles from a game guide:
Heat = Ranma (M)(Of course :)
Dance Style: East Coast Break Dancing
Kelly (BaM2 costume) = Ranko / Ranma (F)
Dance Style: Bump-and-Grind / Club / Lap Dancing?
Shorty = Akane
Columbo = P-chan (real pig)
Dance Style: Candy Hip-Hop Street Dancing
Frida/Pinky = Kodachi
Dance Style: California Hip-Hop with a touch of 70's Motown
Kitty N. = Shampoo
McLoad = Shampoo (c) (Might not add the curse)
Dance Style: Vogue Club and Broadway / Bump and Grind
Comet = Ukyou
Dance Style: Roller Blade Dancing and Club
Strike = Ryouga
Hustle Kong = Ryouga (c)
Dance Style: House / Gangster Style Groove / Classic 70's Disco
Gas-O = Mousse
Burger Dog = Mousse (c) (Duck Boy)
Dance Style: Techno and Break Dancing / Detroit Modern
Hiro-kun = Kuno
Dance Style: Classic 70's Disco
Tsutomu = Happosai
Dance Style: Child Dancing?
Hamm = Genma
Pandar = Genma (c) (Obvious :)
Dance Style: Detroit Modern / Traditional Japanese Dance
Bi-O = Soun (Flaming Death's head)
Dance Style: Zombie/Robot Dance