Disclaimer:
I don`t own any of these characters; they all belong to the distinguished Ms.
Rumiko Takahashi. Any characters that I do make up for this story, while
they would technically be mine, I`m not going to use again, so I don`t care
anyway. The concept of Martial Arts Foosball is half-borrowed from a
live-action version of the table-top game that I didn`t make up, but
connecting that to a R1/2-style martial arts match is all my idea. So there.
This story is hosted on fanfiction.net and http://www.calnative.com/jeff/ranma_index.html
If you want to host this story in your archive, please e-mail me at atreyu_hibiki@hotmail.com first, so I can update these pages with your archive.
Comments and criticism are accepted, as long as you follow two rules: Something constructive must be included, and no foul language. I don't use it, I don't like hearing it, and I especially do not want to be reading it. MSTings are incredibly welcome, in fact, they are requested. Once again, though, let me know if you are going to do it, so I can let people know where they can read it.
Enjoy!
-AH.
Ranma 1/2
Challenge of Martial Arts Foosball
by Atreyu Hibiki
Part 1: An Offer Made
Chirring
Chirring
thupthupthupthupthup...
For once, all was quiet at the Tendo Dojo, except for the padding of feet
as a relatively young girl with short dark hair made her way to the door.
She heard the noises of her family waking up behind her as she scooped up
the letters from the floor.
*Hm. One for Kasumi, Nabiki, Kasumi... Ah! Here we go, "To Akane
Tendo."*
She was still sorting through the mail as she turned the corner and walked
into the living room. "Mail's here," she announced to the assembled room.
"Hey, Akane, anything come for me?" asked a boy with dark hair and a
ponytail, who appears about the same age as the girl.
"Well, there's a note 'To My Radiant Pig-tailed Goddess'...
"Great, just what I need... another love note from Kuno. Anything else?"
"To the residents of the Tendo Dojo," she read, and then flipped the card
over. "You are hereby formally invited to view a match of Martial Arts
Foosball at Dugong Fields this Saturday at 3:00 PM"
"Well, I, for one, think it would be a fine idea. It would be good for us to
get out of the house for an afternoon." said a man seated at the table. He
had long black hair and a short, stern moustache.
"But, Dad, what exactly is 'Martial Arts Foosball'?" Akane asked.
"Well," said the other man at the table, who had big glasses and a scarf
wrapped over the top of his head, "it's sort of like Soccer. It's not like most
martial arts, with one person on each side, it uses teams. Each member of
each team has to keep one hand on a rod that attaches them to at least one
of their teammates while moving a ball towards their opponents' goal.
Everything else goes. The team with the most goals made by the time three
players go down, wins. An extra two goals are given to the team with more
players still concious."
Ranma spoke up. "Pop, that was a mouthful."
"But, Mr. Saotome, if it's a team, then how can you truly call it martial arts?"
Soun Tendo, Akane's father, answered that one for his friend. "Martial Arts
are sometimes as much about teamwork and leadership ability as they are
about your own body and mind. This conversation has decided it for me.
Seeing this match will do us all a great deal of good."
--------------------------------------
Students were milling about at Furinkan High that Friday, as school had just
finished for the day. Ranma and Akane were no exception. As Ranma
chatted away with a pair of friends from school, a familiar voice rang out
from the sky.
"Ranma Saotome, prepare to die!"
A boy of about Ranma's height came hurtling out of a tree. The boy made a
vicious downward attack with a huge bamboo umbrella, which Ranma lazily
dodged with a difficult, but easy for him, backflip over the other boy's head,
and turned to face him with a small "scuf" noise. The boy got up from the
crouching position that his attack had left him in, his giant backpack not
weighing him down in the least. Other than the pack and umbrella, the boy
was wearing a set of clothes suitable for a lengthy trip, primarily black and
yellow, and he had an unmistakable yellow bandanna tied around his head.
"Hey, Ryoga! You found the place for once! Where were you trying to go?"
"Ranma, you... No one makes fun of Ryoga Hibiki and lives!"
Having said this, Ryoga made another lunge at Ranma, which Ranma deftly
dodged.
"So, Ryoga, you going to the big Foosball match on Satuday?"
"Foosball...?" Ryoga paused his attack in order to ask the question, which
was something of a mistake, as it allowed Ranma to smush a foot into
Ryoga's chest. Ryoga didn't seem to mind so much, though; he was too
curious about what Ranma was talking about.
"Yeah, it's some kind of martial arts group battle. I thought you might be
interested in going - provided, of course that you don't get lost on the way."
"Is... Is Akane going?"
At this point, the girl decided that she'd watched silently long enough, and
spoke up.
"Yes, I am, and you're certainly welcome to go with us, if you want. Just
meet us at the dojo tomorrow morning. We'll get you there."
I don`t own any of these characters; they all belong to the distinguished Ms.
Rumiko Takahashi. Any characters that I do make up for this story, while
they would technically be mine, I`m not going to use again, so I don`t care
anyway. The concept of Martial Arts Foosball is half-borrowed from a
live-action version of the table-top game that I didn`t make up, but
connecting that to a R1/2-style martial arts match is all my idea. So there.
This story is hosted on fanfiction.net and http://www.calnative.com/jeff/ranma_index.html
If you want to host this story in your archive, please e-mail me at atreyu_hibiki@hotmail.com first, so I can update these pages with your archive.
Comments and criticism are accepted, as long as you follow two rules: Something constructive must be included, and no foul language. I don't use it, I don't like hearing it, and I especially do not want to be reading it. MSTings are incredibly welcome, in fact, they are requested. Once again, though, let me know if you are going to do it, so I can let people know where they can read it.
Enjoy!
-AH.
Ranma 1/2
Challenge of Martial Arts Foosball
by Atreyu Hibiki
Part 1: An Offer Made
Chirring
Chirring
thupthupthupthupthup...
For once, all was quiet at the Tendo Dojo, except for the padding of feet
as a relatively young girl with short dark hair made her way to the door.
She heard the noises of her family waking up behind her as she scooped up
the letters from the floor.
*Hm. One for Kasumi, Nabiki, Kasumi... Ah! Here we go, "To Akane
Tendo."*
She was still sorting through the mail as she turned the corner and walked
into the living room. "Mail's here," she announced to the assembled room.
"Hey, Akane, anything come for me?" asked a boy with dark hair and a
ponytail, who appears about the same age as the girl.
"Well, there's a note 'To My Radiant Pig-tailed Goddess'...
"Great, just what I need... another love note from Kuno. Anything else?"
"To the residents of the Tendo Dojo," she read, and then flipped the card
over. "You are hereby formally invited to view a match of Martial Arts
Foosball at Dugong Fields this Saturday at 3:00 PM"
"Well, I, for one, think it would be a fine idea. It would be good for us to
get out of the house for an afternoon." said a man seated at the table. He
had long black hair and a short, stern moustache.
"But, Dad, what exactly is 'Martial Arts Foosball'?" Akane asked.
"Well," said the other man at the table, who had big glasses and a scarf
wrapped over the top of his head, "it's sort of like Soccer. It's not like most
martial arts, with one person on each side, it uses teams. Each member of
each team has to keep one hand on a rod that attaches them to at least one
of their teammates while moving a ball towards their opponents' goal.
Everything else goes. The team with the most goals made by the time three
players go down, wins. An extra two goals are given to the team with more
players still concious."
Ranma spoke up. "Pop, that was a mouthful."
"But, Mr. Saotome, if it's a team, then how can you truly call it martial arts?"
Soun Tendo, Akane's father, answered that one for his friend. "Martial Arts
are sometimes as much about teamwork and leadership ability as they are
about your own body and mind. This conversation has decided it for me.
Seeing this match will do us all a great deal of good."
--------------------------------------
Students were milling about at Furinkan High that Friday, as school had just
finished for the day. Ranma and Akane were no exception. As Ranma
chatted away with a pair of friends from school, a familiar voice rang out
from the sky.
"Ranma Saotome, prepare to die!"
A boy of about Ranma's height came hurtling out of a tree. The boy made a
vicious downward attack with a huge bamboo umbrella, which Ranma lazily
dodged with a difficult, but easy for him, backflip over the other boy's head,
and turned to face him with a small "scuf" noise. The boy got up from the
crouching position that his attack had left him in, his giant backpack not
weighing him down in the least. Other than the pack and umbrella, the boy
was wearing a set of clothes suitable for a lengthy trip, primarily black and
yellow, and he had an unmistakable yellow bandanna tied around his head.
"Hey, Ryoga! You found the place for once! Where were you trying to go?"
"Ranma, you... No one makes fun of Ryoga Hibiki and lives!"
Having said this, Ryoga made another lunge at Ranma, which Ranma deftly
dodged.
"So, Ryoga, you going to the big Foosball match on Satuday?"
"Foosball...?" Ryoga paused his attack in order to ask the question, which
was something of a mistake, as it allowed Ranma to smush a foot into
Ryoga's chest. Ryoga didn't seem to mind so much, though; he was too
curious about what Ranma was talking about.
"Yeah, it's some kind of martial arts group battle. I thought you might be
interested in going - provided, of course that you don't get lost on the way."
"Is... Is Akane going?"
At this point, the girl decided that she'd watched silently long enough, and
spoke up.
"Yes, I am, and you're certainly welcome to go with us, if you want. Just
meet us at the dojo tomorrow morning. We'll get you there."