What is Weakness?
A Ranma ½ fanfiction by Selene Starblade.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The situations are some my own, some Takahashi-sama's. At least, so far.
Prologue: Honest Weakness
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Everyone knows how it went.
In fact, it is apparently the favorite plotline of the writer, Rumiko Takahashi herself.
The Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion / Hiryuu Shooten Ha.
In canon, and many other versions, the pressure-point map is recovered from Happosai, intact or in shreds, and used to cure Ranma.
In a select few histories, it is lost in some way. Most of these involve never finding the lost pieces, or Ranma not catching it when Happosai tosses it into the fire Kasumi has made.
This is neither of those.
In this universe, Happosai, acting on an impulse, does something that he is likely to regret many times over at a later date.
It is unneccesary to recap the whole storyline, particularly since the manga AND anime have both been English-translated through this point.
So, we'll start on a page, since the manga is more familiar to this particular writer.
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Akane and Ukyoo looked on in shock at the rather badly mashed Ranma who was lying in the Tendoo yard in front of them. Happosai had just proved that he was indeed willing to directly fight the now-weakened Saotome heir, although his claim of going all out was obviously not realized.
"Oh." Trailed off Akane, a mixture of surprise and unwillingness to show too much concern leaving her mostly motionless.
"RANMA-HONEY!" Shouted Ukyoo, partially astonished that Ranma was still moving after that.
Ranma, struggling to get up, groaned out a few words. "Won't. Give. Up.."
An idea struck him.
Immediately, he took a bucket of water from nowhere obvious and dumped it over himself, somehow also instantly changing into a Furinkan High girls' P.E. uniform, complete with tennis shoes and ankle-sox.
Happosai, predictably, took the bait. "Woo Hoo!"
Ranma half-grinned, half-grimaced at this. He fell for it. She thought, solidly gripping the handle of a large, wooden mallet. .again.
She would have only one good shot at this- the mini-pervert was close in. She braced her legs and..
Failed to move the mallet at all.
If you didn't see that coming, kindly find something else to read.
"WAHAHAHAHAH!" Laughed Happosai, fondling and groping like the leering little octopus he was. "Don't mind if I do!"
Ranma twitched in shock and rage. "Nyaaaaargh!! Why, you-"
She was cut off mid-punch by Happi's pipe-toss-trick, which flung her at the outer wall of the Tendo-ke.
"Give it up, Ranma!" Shouted Happosai.
With a heavy crashing sound, Ranma impacted the wall hard enough to leave a large, round crater.
Happosai snorted. "Hmp. The once-great Ranma." He took a puff at his little pipe. "Now all you have left is your girlish charms! You're too weak to even fend off my hot little hands, much less get this!"
The perverted martial artist brandished the chart as he hopped to the top of the wall. Something occurred to him, though.
Every time someone had said Ranma couldn't, Ranma had, by getting better, stronger, or faster. And Happosai REALLY didn't want any more interference in his panty-raids..
He had to make it so that Ranma really couldn't get the chart, no matter what. On the other hand, Ranma WAS nominally his student.
Going with his gut for once, Happosai did something he rarely managed.
He made a terrible mistake.
"So, since you have no way to get ahold of this, I may as well stop dangling it out of reach!"
So saying, the midgit master swiftly crumpled the pressure-point map up, and ate it.
"Enjoy your life, WEAKLING! Nyahahahahah!" Shouted Happosai, slipping into perverted laughter as he bounded off over the rooftops in the direction of the local bathhouse.
Ranma was thunderstruck. He. he really did it. there's. no way at all. arrh..
Akane looked on nervously at the bloomer-clad currently-girl, who was crouching with her head down, her bangs obscuring her face. Ranma couldn't be. naah. He was probably just mad, right?
"Don't sulk about it!" Exclaimed Akane, walking up to Ranma. "Cheer up!"
whack.
To Akane's total surprise, the 'pat' on the shoulder had launched Ranma facefirst into the ornamental stone lantern.
A breeze blew by as Akane, Ukyoo, and Kasumi all watched Ranma remain motionless, practically embracing the stone, hands in the classic 'surprise/pain' posture.
Eventually, Ranma stood up, and started to wobble away.
"Um." Began Akane, tentatively, before deciding that this was not the time for that. "You fool! Snap out of it!"
Ranma stopped, but didn't even turn to face the others.
"Stop it.." Ranma muttered, in an utterly depressed tone of voice. "I don't want any pity."
She stopped by the corner of the house, again without turning.
"I'm. going for a walk. Don't wait up."
The other three just stared.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. The situations are some my own, some Takahashi-sama's. At least, so far.
Prologue: Honest Weakness
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Everyone knows how it went.
In fact, it is apparently the favorite plotline of the writer, Rumiko Takahashi herself.
The Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion / Hiryuu Shooten Ha.
In canon, and many other versions, the pressure-point map is recovered from Happosai, intact or in shreds, and used to cure Ranma.
In a select few histories, it is lost in some way. Most of these involve never finding the lost pieces, or Ranma not catching it when Happosai tosses it into the fire Kasumi has made.
This is neither of those.
In this universe, Happosai, acting on an impulse, does something that he is likely to regret many times over at a later date.
It is unneccesary to recap the whole storyline, particularly since the manga AND anime have both been English-translated through this point.
So, we'll start on a page, since the manga is more familiar to this particular writer.
******
Akane and Ukyoo looked on in shock at the rather badly mashed Ranma who was lying in the Tendoo yard in front of them. Happosai had just proved that he was indeed willing to directly fight the now-weakened Saotome heir, although his claim of going all out was obviously not realized.
"Oh." Trailed off Akane, a mixture of surprise and unwillingness to show too much concern leaving her mostly motionless.
"RANMA-HONEY!" Shouted Ukyoo, partially astonished that Ranma was still moving after that.
Ranma, struggling to get up, groaned out a few words. "Won't. Give. Up.."
An idea struck him.
Immediately, he took a bucket of water from nowhere obvious and dumped it over himself, somehow also instantly changing into a Furinkan High girls' P.E. uniform, complete with tennis shoes and ankle-sox.
Happosai, predictably, took the bait. "Woo Hoo!"
Ranma half-grinned, half-grimaced at this. He fell for it. She thought, solidly gripping the handle of a large, wooden mallet. .again.
She would have only one good shot at this- the mini-pervert was close in. She braced her legs and..
Failed to move the mallet at all.
If you didn't see that coming, kindly find something else to read.
"WAHAHAHAHAH!" Laughed Happosai, fondling and groping like the leering little octopus he was. "Don't mind if I do!"
Ranma twitched in shock and rage. "Nyaaaaargh!! Why, you-"
She was cut off mid-punch by Happi's pipe-toss-trick, which flung her at the outer wall of the Tendo-ke.
"Give it up, Ranma!" Shouted Happosai.
With a heavy crashing sound, Ranma impacted the wall hard enough to leave a large, round crater.
Happosai snorted. "Hmp. The once-great Ranma." He took a puff at his little pipe. "Now all you have left is your girlish charms! You're too weak to even fend off my hot little hands, much less get this!"
The perverted martial artist brandished the chart as he hopped to the top of the wall. Something occurred to him, though.
Every time someone had said Ranma couldn't, Ranma had, by getting better, stronger, or faster. And Happosai REALLY didn't want any more interference in his panty-raids..
He had to make it so that Ranma really couldn't get the chart, no matter what. On the other hand, Ranma WAS nominally his student.
Going with his gut for once, Happosai did something he rarely managed.
He made a terrible mistake.
"So, since you have no way to get ahold of this, I may as well stop dangling it out of reach!"
So saying, the midgit master swiftly crumpled the pressure-point map up, and ate it.
"Enjoy your life, WEAKLING! Nyahahahahah!" Shouted Happosai, slipping into perverted laughter as he bounded off over the rooftops in the direction of the local bathhouse.
Ranma was thunderstruck. He. he really did it. there's. no way at all. arrh..
Akane looked on nervously at the bloomer-clad currently-girl, who was crouching with her head down, her bangs obscuring her face. Ranma couldn't be. naah. He was probably just mad, right?
"Don't sulk about it!" Exclaimed Akane, walking up to Ranma. "Cheer up!"
whack.
To Akane's total surprise, the 'pat' on the shoulder had launched Ranma facefirst into the ornamental stone lantern.
A breeze blew by as Akane, Ukyoo, and Kasumi all watched Ranma remain motionless, practically embracing the stone, hands in the classic 'surprise/pain' posture.
Eventually, Ranma stood up, and started to wobble away.
"Um." Began Akane, tentatively, before deciding that this was not the time for that. "You fool! Snap out of it!"
Ranma stopped, but didn't even turn to face the others.
"Stop it.." Ranma muttered, in an utterly depressed tone of voice. "I don't want any pity."
She stopped by the corner of the house, again without turning.
"I'm. going for a walk. Don't wait up."
The other three just stared.