Lock Down
By Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ and I never will.
Hello! And welcome to lock down a story to keep people occupied!!!!! It's a story that is meant to be FUN! So any flame sent will be thought of as jokes and there for will be laughed at hysterically! Or else it will be either ignored or burned! ^_^ So sit back, relax and ENJOY! If you don't like it, don't read it!
Enough said!
On with the story!
Chapter 1
Here's Akane?
"A simple sentence contains one subject and predicate."
A middle aged woman with stern blue eyes and blond hair tightly woven into a bun stood at the front of her class and began to walk down the rows of seats filled with high school students. She wore a blue business suit with black heals. She wore a small gold cross on a delicate cold chain on her neck. Classes hid her stern eyes as light flashed over them obscuring the vision of her students from seeing them. She looked at one student in particular.
"Mr. Saotome." She sighed; she began to walk toward the back of the class where a young man was sitting staring out the window completely oblivious to what was happening around him.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she looked at the rest of the class in a foul mood, "Both the subject and the predicate can be compound." Finally as she reached the young mans desk she took the notebook she had been reading in, closed it, and promptly slammed the book on Mr. Saotome's desk.
His head snapped toward the sudden noise, his startling blue eyes were startled and it took all his will power not to jump up and attack the teacher in front of him.
Said teacher leaned over his desk slightly asking kindly, "Can you perhaps tell us all what compound means Ranma Saotome?"
Ranma stared at the teacher and began moving his mouth as though he was about to say something only to decide against it and just dropped his head as though a terrible opponent had defeated him. He muttered silently a no and didn't look the teacher in the eye. The teacher humph'ed and looked down at him in pity.
"Saotome, I would think a person with your responsibilities would be more adept to pay attention in class if not child services would be forced to put you in the care of a foster family." Ranma's head shot up angrily, " There fore it would be in your best interests to stay focused!" the teacher nodded mentally as she saw the look of determination blossom on his face.
She turned toward the rest of the class, "Now," she continued on with her lesson, "Compound means having two or more parts of the same kind; therefore, in a sentence like say; "Lizards and snakes are two of the same animals in a desert", the words Lizards and snakes are the compound part."
Ranma stayed attentive for that small lecture but his thoughts were once again interrupted as dreams began to form in his mind. His day dreams mostly consisted of what life would have been like if his parents had not been killed six years ago. Mainly it would be a happy life, one without pain, without pity, and most certainly without Social Services. The only reason he didn't live with a foster family was because he had a lot of money stowed away by his mother and he made a deal with Social Services. He worked every day and got good grades allowing him to live in the manor his mother had left for him.
*Swish*
The sound of the classroom door sliding open interrupted his and every one else's thoughts in the classroom as one of the schools councilors stood in the doorway coaxing the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen into the classroom. She was a bit short with a heart shaped face and the deepest brown eyes he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her skin was not pale but at the same time it wasn't tan either. She moved with the grace of a martial artist, her aura exuding power. The light from the windows caught her eyes for a second and a flash of gold hit them. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. The girl's hair was a midnight blue and it was long, layered to frame her face.
"Ah," The teacher stated, "So this is the transfer student?"
The councilor nodded, "Yes," She looked down at a clipboard she was carrying, "Her name is Tendo, Akane. I hope this is no inconvenience?"
The teacher smiled warmly, (Ranma snorted inwardly causing the girl to look at him in amusement), "Of course not." She turned her disturbingly warm smile toward Akane, "Miss. Tendo, You may take your seat next to Saotome, Ranma. Mister Saotome, please raise your hand."
Ranma raised his hand and Akane walked toward him sitting in the empty seat next to him, "Hi." She said shyly.
Ranma smiled, "My names Ranma."
Akane smiled and fidgeted a bit before holding her hand out determined, "um, would you like to be friends?"
Ranma's eyes shined hopefully and he took her hand before stuttering, "S- sure."
"MISTER SAOTOME!" The teacher yelled angrily, "IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO PAY ATTENTION IN THIS CLASS ONE MORE TIME.. I"LL CALL SOCIAL SURVICES! YOU KNOW I WILL!!!!!!"
Some of the kids in class snickered and Ranma sighed, "Yes Mrs. Komachi."
Mrs. Komachi nodded but Ranma couldn't even spare so much as a glance at Akane for the rest of the period.
*&^&*
The lunch bell rang and students hurried from their classrooms as though all hell were after them. Ranma waited for Akane and helped her find the way the cafeteria. Soon though Akane was swept away by eager students (mainly girls) who wished to meet the new girl. Akane was overwhelmed and she looked at Ranma helplessly as they swept her away from him. Ranma just stood there and watched before going into the kitchen to work on a small part of his agreement with the school to allow him to go there.
"Ah! Ranma, child you're a bit later then usual." An old woman with a fish net on her head looked at Ranma as he grabbed the many utensils he'd need to cook.
His smile was lopsided as he grabbed a greasy apron and hair tie, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. There's a new girl in my class and I thought it'd be 'kinda nice to show her to the lunch room."
The old woman grinned as though she found something incredibly amusing, "Ah, so that was all huh?" her grin became mischievous, "you taken a liking to this girl? Huh? Huh?" she nudged him with her elbow for emphasis.
"Awe, back off Babba! I don't even know her for Kami's (is that right?) sake!" He yelled defensively.
Babba sighed, "If you're mother were here to hear you speak to you're elders in such dishonor!"
She would have gone on with the guilt trip if some one hadn't shouted, "Oi! Kitchen boy! Where in fucks name our food?"
Ranma's jaw clenched, "Stupid pig." Ranma muttered clenching his fists, "If I could I'd knock that stupid smirk of Hibiki's face."
Babba began to sweat, "Now, now Ranma.Remember what Mr. Hibachi said..you don't want to be forced into a orphanage do you? Go and do something stupid and they'll take all a 'ya privileges away."
Ranma relaxed, barely, "Yeah." He muttered getting to work, "You're right as always babba."
Ranma walked off toward the oven and stove muttering something about "Fuck" not being a living being therefore not really having a name so one couldn't honestly say "in the name of Fuck."
Babba chuckled slightly at hearing his intelligent remarks as she too headed off to her duties.
Akane looked around the hallways behind the cafeteria. She breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting away from the horde of screaming, perfume intoxicating, teenaged girls at this strange school. She would have been flattered that so many wanted to get to know her but after them came the horde of hormone crazed, perverted, teen aged MEN. After that she'd had enough and had decided to get her food and leave. If she'd learned anything from the traumatic experience then it would be to avoid the cafeteria, AT ALL COSTS.
She sighed as she stealthily slipped into the food line, (back inside the room of hell) and grabbed a trey. She stood next to a mildly attractive young man who had bushy, wild, black hair held in check with a yellow and black bandanna. He had fierce green eyes and a rough look to him that suggested travel. He noticed her stare and smiled at her kindly as he held his hand out.
"Hey, I don't think I've met you before," His smile was contagious causing Akane to smile kindly back, "My names Hibbiki, Ryoga, but you can just call me by my first name."
Akane nodded politely, "Ryoga. My names Tendo, Akane. Just call me Akane though."
Ryoga smiled, "Akane."
Suddenly he looked irritated, he turned toward the empty serving area, "Where the hell are the serving ladies? Not to mention the kitchen boy.."
Akane was surprised by the sound of venom dripping from the name "Kitchen boy" coming from such a seemingly nice boy.
"Oi! Kitchen boy, where in Fucks names our food?!" Ryoga yelled mockingly.
Akane stared at him startled and slightly disgusted, she looked into the kitchen as an old woman walked out giving her a quick glance of icy, storm- blue eyes glaring at Ryoga defiantly.
She thought as she watched the door close.
She quickly set her trey down and ran out of the "room of hell" and into the kitchen, "Ranma!"
Ranma turned around from the grill startled and he nearly dropped the pan he was cooking in, "A-akane?!"
Well she had run in with good intentions but the minute she got to the kitchen and stood in front of her newfound friend, she had absolutely no idea what to do. So she stood there for a while before her inner voice (or her sisters voice to be more precise), decided on what she should do in awkward situations such as this.
She smiled that dazzling smile of hers, "I just wondered if you guy's needed help back here."
Babba looked at the two teens and grinned secretly, Ryoga fumed, "Of course child!" Babba smiled.
Ryoga glared daggers at Ranma as Akane happily grabbed an extra apron and ran toward Babba for instructions. Ranma noticed the green battle aura appear around Ryoga and he mentally winced.
He thought bitterly as he turned back to his work.
The rest of the week was uneventful and many people came up to Akane to ask why she decided to help in the kitchen with the looser Saotome. She always answered the same thing, "Ranma's my friend." Of course every time she answered that way she'd get a "You're kidding right?" or "That freak?" She often glared at the people who used the latter phrase. For some reason, no one could understand why a cute, nice girl like her could ever co-exist with a weirdo like him, several men in particular didn't seem to get it. The three men, who were known as the Elite Three watched each day in silent rage. They were known as the "Popular Three", the "Triple Hunks", and the "Rising Stars of Furinken High". Their names, as we know it are: Ryoga Hibiki, Tatewaki Kuno, and last but not least Pantyhose Taoru.
The three masters of the school glared at the retreating form of Ranma Saotome. The three put their heads together to formulate a plan. As they walked down the halls any student in their way quickly moved for fear of the glints in the Triple Hunk's eyes.
Ok, that's all for this chapter... On to the next! Please no flames. Constructive criticism welcome. Any Flamer found will be assassinated by my dear friend Ebon Wings... Ja Ne -Abby Kitty
By Abby Kitty
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ and I never will.
Hello! And welcome to lock down a story to keep people occupied!!!!! It's a story that is meant to be FUN! So any flame sent will be thought of as jokes and there for will be laughed at hysterically! Or else it will be either ignored or burned! ^_^ So sit back, relax and ENJOY! If you don't like it, don't read it!
Enough said!
On with the story!
Chapter 1
Here's Akane?
"A simple sentence contains one subject and predicate."
A middle aged woman with stern blue eyes and blond hair tightly woven into a bun stood at the front of her class and began to walk down the rows of seats filled with high school students. She wore a blue business suit with black heals. She wore a small gold cross on a delicate cold chain on her neck. Classes hid her stern eyes as light flashed over them obscuring the vision of her students from seeing them. She looked at one student in particular.
"Mr. Saotome." She sighed; she began to walk toward the back of the class where a young man was sitting staring out the window completely oblivious to what was happening around him.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she looked at the rest of the class in a foul mood, "Both the subject and the predicate can be compound." Finally as she reached the young mans desk she took the notebook she had been reading in, closed it, and promptly slammed the book on Mr. Saotome's desk.
His head snapped toward the sudden noise, his startling blue eyes were startled and it took all his will power not to jump up and attack the teacher in front of him.
Said teacher leaned over his desk slightly asking kindly, "Can you perhaps tell us all what compound means Ranma Saotome?"
Ranma stared at the teacher and began moving his mouth as though he was about to say something only to decide against it and just dropped his head as though a terrible opponent had defeated him. He muttered silently a no and didn't look the teacher in the eye. The teacher humph'ed and looked down at him in pity.
"Saotome, I would think a person with your responsibilities would be more adept to pay attention in class if not child services would be forced to put you in the care of a foster family." Ranma's head shot up angrily, " There fore it would be in your best interests to stay focused!" the teacher nodded mentally as she saw the look of determination blossom on his face.
She turned toward the rest of the class, "Now," she continued on with her lesson, "Compound means having two or more parts of the same kind; therefore, in a sentence like say; "Lizards and snakes are two of the same animals in a desert", the words Lizards and snakes are the compound part."
Ranma stayed attentive for that small lecture but his thoughts were once again interrupted as dreams began to form in his mind. His day dreams mostly consisted of what life would have been like if his parents had not been killed six years ago. Mainly it would be a happy life, one without pain, without pity, and most certainly without Social Services. The only reason he didn't live with a foster family was because he had a lot of money stowed away by his mother and he made a deal with Social Services. He worked every day and got good grades allowing him to live in the manor his mother had left for him.
*Swish*
The sound of the classroom door sliding open interrupted his and every one else's thoughts in the classroom as one of the schools councilors stood in the doorway coaxing the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen into the classroom. She was a bit short with a heart shaped face and the deepest brown eyes he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her skin was not pale but at the same time it wasn't tan either. She moved with the grace of a martial artist, her aura exuding power. The light from the windows caught her eyes for a second and a flash of gold hit them. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. The girl's hair was a midnight blue and it was long, layered to frame her face.
"Ah," The teacher stated, "So this is the transfer student?"
The councilor nodded, "Yes," She looked down at a clipboard she was carrying, "Her name is Tendo, Akane. I hope this is no inconvenience?"
The teacher smiled warmly, (Ranma snorted inwardly causing the girl to look at him in amusement), "Of course not." She turned her disturbingly warm smile toward Akane, "Miss. Tendo, You may take your seat next to Saotome, Ranma. Mister Saotome, please raise your hand."
Ranma raised his hand and Akane walked toward him sitting in the empty seat next to him, "Hi." She said shyly.
Ranma smiled, "My names Ranma."
Akane smiled and fidgeted a bit before holding her hand out determined, "um, would you like to be friends?"
Ranma's eyes shined hopefully and he took her hand before stuttering, "S- sure."
"MISTER SAOTOME!" The teacher yelled angrily, "IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO PAY ATTENTION IN THIS CLASS ONE MORE TIME.. I"LL CALL SOCIAL SURVICES! YOU KNOW I WILL!!!!!!"
Some of the kids in class snickered and Ranma sighed, "Yes Mrs. Komachi."
Mrs. Komachi nodded but Ranma couldn't even spare so much as a glance at Akane for the rest of the period.
*&^&*
The lunch bell rang and students hurried from their classrooms as though all hell were after them. Ranma waited for Akane and helped her find the way the cafeteria. Soon though Akane was swept away by eager students (mainly girls) who wished to meet the new girl. Akane was overwhelmed and she looked at Ranma helplessly as they swept her away from him. Ranma just stood there and watched before going into the kitchen to work on a small part of his agreement with the school to allow him to go there.
"Ah! Ranma, child you're a bit later then usual." An old woman with a fish net on her head looked at Ranma as he grabbed the many utensils he'd need to cook.
His smile was lopsided as he grabbed a greasy apron and hair tie, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. There's a new girl in my class and I thought it'd be 'kinda nice to show her to the lunch room."
The old woman grinned as though she found something incredibly amusing, "Ah, so that was all huh?" her grin became mischievous, "you taken a liking to this girl? Huh? Huh?" she nudged him with her elbow for emphasis.
"Awe, back off Babba! I don't even know her for Kami's (is that right?) sake!" He yelled defensively.
Babba sighed, "If you're mother were here to hear you speak to you're elders in such dishonor!"
She would have gone on with the guilt trip if some one hadn't shouted, "Oi! Kitchen boy! Where in fucks name our food?"
Ranma's jaw clenched, "Stupid pig." Ranma muttered clenching his fists, "If I could I'd knock that stupid smirk of Hibiki's face."
Babba began to sweat, "Now, now Ranma.Remember what Mr. Hibachi said..you don't want to be forced into a orphanage do you? Go and do something stupid and they'll take all a 'ya privileges away."
Ranma relaxed, barely, "Yeah." He muttered getting to work, "You're right as always babba."
Ranma walked off toward the oven and stove muttering something about "Fuck" not being a living being therefore not really having a name so one couldn't honestly say "in the name of Fuck."
Babba chuckled slightly at hearing his intelligent remarks as she too headed off to her duties.
Akane looked around the hallways behind the cafeteria. She breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting away from the horde of screaming, perfume intoxicating, teenaged girls at this strange school. She would have been flattered that so many wanted to get to know her but after them came the horde of hormone crazed, perverted, teen aged MEN. After that she'd had enough and had decided to get her food and leave. If she'd learned anything from the traumatic experience then it would be to avoid the cafeteria, AT ALL COSTS.
She sighed as she stealthily slipped into the food line, (back inside the room of hell) and grabbed a trey. She stood next to a mildly attractive young man who had bushy, wild, black hair held in check with a yellow and black bandanna. He had fierce green eyes and a rough look to him that suggested travel. He noticed her stare and smiled at her kindly as he held his hand out.
"Hey, I don't think I've met you before," His smile was contagious causing Akane to smile kindly back, "My names Hibbiki, Ryoga, but you can just call me by my first name."
Akane nodded politely, "Ryoga. My names Tendo, Akane. Just call me Akane though."
Ryoga smiled, "Akane."
Suddenly he looked irritated, he turned toward the empty serving area, "Where the hell are the serving ladies? Not to mention the kitchen boy.."
Akane was surprised by the sound of venom dripping from the name "Kitchen boy" coming from such a seemingly nice boy.
"Oi! Kitchen boy, where in Fucks names our food?!" Ryoga yelled mockingly.
Akane stared at him startled and slightly disgusted, she looked into the kitchen as an old woman walked out giving her a quick glance of icy, storm- blue eyes glaring at Ryoga defiantly.
She thought as she watched the door close.
She quickly set her trey down and ran out of the "room of hell" and into the kitchen, "Ranma!"
Ranma turned around from the grill startled and he nearly dropped the pan he was cooking in, "A-akane?!"
Well she had run in with good intentions but the minute she got to the kitchen and stood in front of her newfound friend, she had absolutely no idea what to do. So she stood there for a while before her inner voice (or her sisters voice to be more precise), decided on what she should do in awkward situations such as this.
She smiled that dazzling smile of hers, "I just wondered if you guy's needed help back here."
Babba looked at the two teens and grinned secretly, Ryoga fumed, "Of course child!" Babba smiled.
Ryoga glared daggers at Ranma as Akane happily grabbed an extra apron and ran toward Babba for instructions. Ranma noticed the green battle aura appear around Ryoga and he mentally winced.
He thought bitterly as he turned back to his work.
The rest of the week was uneventful and many people came up to Akane to ask why she decided to help in the kitchen with the looser Saotome. She always answered the same thing, "Ranma's my friend." Of course every time she answered that way she'd get a "You're kidding right?" or "That freak?" She often glared at the people who used the latter phrase. For some reason, no one could understand why a cute, nice girl like her could ever co-exist with a weirdo like him, several men in particular didn't seem to get it. The three men, who were known as the Elite Three watched each day in silent rage. They were known as the "Popular Three", the "Triple Hunks", and the "Rising Stars of Furinken High". Their names, as we know it are: Ryoga Hibiki, Tatewaki Kuno, and last but not least Pantyhose Taoru.
The three masters of the school glared at the retreating form of Ranma Saotome. The three put their heads together to formulate a plan. As they walked down the halls any student in their way quickly moved for fear of the glints in the Triple Hunk's eyes.
Ok, that's all for this chapter... On to the next! Please no flames. Constructive criticism welcome. Any Flamer found will be assassinated by my dear friend Ebon Wings... Ja Ne -Abby Kitty