The Hinata residence, located within the Kissho region of Inner Tokyo, 3:00 pm. January 9
Fuyuki Hinata, aged 12, was as usual sitting in his room deep in thought, slumped over on his desk, arms crossed in from of him, contemplating how he would strike his next big find for his steadily burgeoning occult club. Suddenly, his left ear bone vibrated as it picked up a faintly tell tale sound coming from the next room across the upstairs hallway. Natsumi Hinata, only one year his senior, was conversing with someone on the phone.
As hard as he pressed his ear against the wall, he couldn't quite make out what exactly his big sister was saying next door. So soon as the mobile phone clicked off as she hung up finished with her conversation, Fuyuki was even more curious as he gently removed himself from the wall.
Shortly afterward, the door knob turned itself, accompanied by a couple of taps on the door. "Come in." Fuyuki called out as Natsumi opened the door and sat right down next to him on the bed.
"Hmmm. How do I start this? I'm sure you're wondering why Momoka is so attracted to you. Well, don't you worry about a thing, Winter. I can get that wimpy nerdy body of yours nice and fighting fit with one simple phone call. Be right back." Natsumi conversed leaving him confused as hell as she rushed back into her own room to swiftly dial the Tendo residence.
\Hello, Tendo residence./ A voice belonging to one Kasumi Tendo resounded from the cellphone she used earlier. "Hi, this phone call is for Ranma Saotome, can I get him on the line? And no, I'm not one of the Fiancees either." Natsumi replied duly. Kasumi held on to the phone without hanging up.
"Ranma. There's a phone call for you." Kasumi called of Ranma "WHAT IN THE LIVING!? Oh fine, as long as it ain't one of them damn fiancees or rivals." Ranma bemoaned as he grudgingly picked up the phone on the other side of the line, with an all too familiar shadow noiselessly watching over him.
\Yo. You've reached Ranma Saotome, What do ya want?/ Ranma Saotome, aged 16 grumbled in annoyance over the phone line. "I was just wondering if you could teach my little bro, Fuyuki the ins and outs of anything goes martial arts." \Nope! Ain't doin' it OOWW!/ Ranma replied only to get a staggering whack to the head from his own father; Genma Saotome as the latter swiftly emerged from the shadows.
\You foolish boy! Have you forgotten the founding principle of anything goes martial arts!? Never turn down a challenge! Think of teaching this impressionable youth as just another challenge in anything goes martial arts!/ \ALRIGHT ALREADY! Sheesh! I'll do it, I'll do it! But don't expect me to agree with you 'cause I ain't gonna like it!/ Father and Son argued over the line.
\Please, excuse my son. He tends to be hesitant sometimes, but I'm all too happy to tell you that he would gladly take your impressionable little brother in as his very first student. By the way, I'm Ranma's father, Genma Saotome./ "REALLY!? AWESOME! Buh bye!" Natsumi squealed with preteen like excitement as she hung up to Fuyuki's curiosity, the latter stepping into her room and sitting by her side shortly thereafter.
"You're joking right, Summer? There's no way in hell I'd survive something like that." "Don't be silly, of course you'll survive. Here, then take this!" Natsumi chirped as she stuffed a peculiar pill (blue in color) in Fuyuki's mouth, and made him swallow it with a glass of water in startlingly quick succession.
For some reason, no immediate effects were to be felt at first, but that's because he has yet to meet Ranma, as a mysterious force had quietly urged him to carry out. "Well, what was that?" "You'll see." Brother and sister conversed as he went back into his own room, the rest of the day carrying on as it is for them.
"Jeez. Of all the shit to get roped into, this might as well be the worst." Ranma grumbled to himself back in the Tendo residence. "You never know, Ranma. He could turn out to be a nicer person than you think he is." One Akane Tendo reassured sitting next to him in his room.
"That ain't exactly the point, Akane. The point is that shit's been going downhill real fast 'round these parts, especially now after this fucked up engagement of ours got kicked into high gear." Ranma complained, lying down afterward. "I know that, Ranma, but sometimes, you just have to keep an open mind about this, at least for me." Akane pleaded.
"Eeh, guess you got a point there. That is 'till frickin' Kuno and company among others crashes the party again." Ranma bemoaned as Akane, having nothing more to say, quietly took her leave, allowing for Ranma to further contemplate what the next day has to offer.
For now, the gears driving the wheel of Ranma's newest, most unusual challenge yet have been slowly set in motion. Things will ultimately return to normal by nightfall as the inhabitants of both the Hinata and the Tendo households retire into bed for tonight.
Although, come tomorrow, normal won't quite be what it once was before, anytime soon.
Ranma X Sgt Frog: Insanity unleashed! De Arimasu!
By Alex Young
Ranma Saotome and Fuyuki Hinata; two people, one 4 years older than the other, have always carried on their daily lives without each other. Live and let live. One day, the rules of normalcy, exceedingly fickle as they often are, are turned upside down the moment they meet for the very first time. From Viper attacks, to untold killing techniques, the real insanity is set to begin the moment they meet as master and student.
The Tendo residence, 11:00 am. The very next day
Ranma was out overlooking the sky standing in the porch, with seemingly nothing out of the ordinary going on outside. Then again, for all residents of Furinkan, or Nerima for that matter, normalcy (or at least as we have come to define it) is the exception, not so much the rule.
For Ranma, however, it was only that rather unusual calm before the storm, a fast approaching storm at that. A knock at the gates is enough for Ranma to stride on up to them, cautious of what might happen, seeing as so much chaos has rendered him on high alert. Ranma slowly opened one of the gate doors, slowly peeking outside wary of what's to come next.
It was Fuyuki, with his apparent lady friend Momoka and big sister Natsumi behind him. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie, fingerless gloves, a pair of jeans, and a golden Japanese style bandana wrapped around his head. The hoodie itself comes with a set of Japanese characters for "Fighter" emblazoned up front in gold lief, for show that is.
"So. I take it you're the kid yer big sis was talkin' 'bout, eh?" Ranma mused warily. "Uhhh, yeah. By the way, I-I'm Fuyuki Hinata." Fuyuki stammered nervously before Ranma, almost intimidated by the latter's brawny, battle-hardened figure. "In that case, my name's Ranma Saotome, seeing as we've only just met, why don't we get settled down?" Ranma proposed extending a calloused, well-worn hand of his. "Sure, why not." Fuyuki sighed taking the boy martial artist up on his offer, the later almost smiling thereafter. {So far so good. He don't seem to be too bratty.} Ranma mused as he sat at the table with Fuyuki and Natsumi.
Come lunch time... "HOLY CRAP! IS THAT A STRAY CAT OVER THERE!?" Natsumi screeched pointing to Ranma's left side. "W-W-What!? Where!?" Ranma panicked snapping his head between the left and the right, his acute ailurophobia in full swing! "Tehee! Just kidding!" "Seriously?" The two conversed, with Natsumi having slipped the red pill in Ranma's rice during the "prank" for his consumption.
Ranma, eyebrows furrowed, did eventually swallow the red pill, and he took his drink of water, but not before Genma wolfed down his meal and stole Ranma's as usual. "Hey! Get your fat ass back here, pops!" "Can't catch me since you're slower than molasses, boy!" Father and son argued, performing a complete lap literally around the neighborhood before returning home.
There, Fuyuki awaited them, hesitant even to begin throwing a punch. "Nyanana naa naaaaaaaa! You can't catch mee!" Genma teased at a considerable distance, but getting closer to the boy. "Ok, here I, go!" Fuyuki muttered nervously as he pulled back a tightly closed fist, as though cocked like a loaded gun, eyes now closed.
He stepped forward preparing to strike his first blow. As soon as Genma was close enough. {Now!} Fuyuki declared as he launched his fist with a slingshot for an arm. The fist connected with Genma's nose, propelling the back of his head into the nearest awning support pylon, striking it and immobilizing the Saotome patriarch.
Ranma strode on up to his father's side, somewhat amazed at how Fuyuki had managed to immobilize him given that he didn't throw all that hard a punch, and his eyes slowly opened up to see the results; he wasn't bowled over like the rest of them had expected, instead stopping Genma cold in his tracks. needless to say, the latter did not see that one coming.
Ranma took his rice back, and gobbled it all up as Fuyuki pulled back his fist from Genma's nose. So soon as fist and nose were no longer connected, Genma's body simply crumpled to his left into the snow-covered lawn. Genma shivered and convulsed painfully in the snow before Ranma and Fuyuki picked up the man and took him back home.
"Saotome! Are you alright, Saotome?" Soun muttered concerned for his fellow patriarch as Ranma and Fuyuki lay the latter on the table. "You really needn't worry so much, Father. I've seen Mr. Saotome survive far worse." Kasumi sighed tending to Genma's predicament.
"Wow! I'm officially impressed!" Ranma mused rubbing Fuyuki on the top of his head. "C'mon, Ranma. It wasn't even that hard a punch I threw." Fuyuki replied with utmost humility, and in a tad petulant tone.
"A'ight, kiddo. That was just your first taste of what I hafta go through day in and day out. Now I wanna teach you the ins and outs of anything goes martial arts." Ranma declared, his red master pill kicking in. "Okay. Now I'm stoked." Fuyuki chirped as he jumped high up in the air, his blue student pill having taken full effect.
Once both master and student are in close proximity, the respective pills take effect; the master is absolutely driven to teach, and the student is just as driven to learn. Such is how the master and student pills work once in close proximity, With Ranma and Fuyuki as master and student respectively, this situation won't be any different as the two enter the dojo.
"Okay, kid. Do you know what anything goes martial arts is all about?" Ranma began with spoken work first. "If I had to hazard a guess, then it's a fighting style where pretty much anything goes." Fuyuki replied. "Whoa. Looks like ya hit the nail on the head this time, Fuyuki. Basically, anything goes martial arts is more or less self explanatory in the sense that anyone who knows any fighting style can get into it easily and effectively. In your case, it ain't much different, even as you don't know how to fight. Although it's a little trickier in your case." Ranma elucidated as any good teacher should.
"Now then, ya don't mind showing me a proper fighting stance will ya?" "Uhh, you mean like this?" Fuyuki replied getting into stance; one leg in front of the other, eyes front, head lowered, back hunched over, fists at the ready. "Hmm. So far so good. Now how about throwing a jab or two for me, eh?" Ranma requested. "Umm, sure, why not?" Fuyuki replied set to twist his body in the appropriate direction, and clock his fist in position in true Sino-Japanese Kempo fashion.
Eyes fully open this time, Fuyuki threw only his second jab, significantly faster and harder this time, against a wooden pole. Although the pole barely cracked, and his knuckles underwent several microscopic fractures, hardening them in the process. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it's just another part of training under Ranma.
"Huh. Never seen ya do so well. Let's say we dive straight into a best of 3 match up, eh?" Ranma proposed. "Yeah. Those 3 lessons weren't much of a challenge anyways. Seeing as I'm proving a more tactile learner." Fuyuki answered, more enthused this time as the two combatants got into position.
"Your move, kid." Ranma opened up in a rather taunting manner, and before long, the dojo burst to life with martial arts moves, more advanced than usual for a perceived rookie as Fuyuki. The moves themselves were powerful enough to send shock waves flooding the interior of the dojo, although each of the three rounds was so quick and so violent, that it left both fighters weary by the end.
Ranma won the first round, Fuyuki the second round, and Ranma again, winning out this time in clinching the third round, proving that Fuyuki has a very solid foundation with which to grow and develop upon, yet at the same time, he has a long way to go before he can ever stand a chance of surpassing Ranma overall.
"Well now! If I had an inkling, then I'd say you're not much worse than Akane in the fighting department. Still, you're really starting to impress me, given that was your first time fighting for real." Ranma appraised as a procession of heavy footfalls could be heard outside. "YOU DARE BELITTLE AKANE TENDO IN MY PRESENCE YET AGAIN!? I, TATEWAKI KUNO, BLUE THUNDER OF FURINKAN HIGH SCHOOL, SHALT SURELY HAVE MY VENGEANCE!" A young man brandishing a bokken growled as he cut the dojo's doors open, and set foot inside.
"Hupsie daisy." Fuyuki strained as he wrapped his arms around Kuno's waist, stepped around into the back, picked him up, and smashed his skull against one of the wooden steps, knocking him completely out cold.
"Well, shit. That was quick." Nabiki mused as she strode up to see Kuno's uncomfortable predicament, Fuyuki already up and about rubbing the bottom of his nose with his pointer finger.
"Huh? Guess that about wraps it up for today. Be sure to come back tomorrow where we'll break down how the fundamental moves can be melded into combination attacks, among other things." Ranma waved off as Fuyuki and company departed for the day, to return tomorrow as part of a week long free trial period.
Back to the Hinata residence, several hours later.
The young Hinata boy, having sampled his very first taste of what it's like to be in the world of anything goes martial arts, was nothing short of thrilled as he described the sequence of events that make up that very first session with Ranma in the dinner hour.
Their mother, Aki, although quite shocked at first, was rather elated at the news, passionately citing that this development in her son's life will be a surefire inspiration for a new shonen battle manga set for conception in the near future.
Come bedtime, though, a very strange, if not highly alien, spherical object later revealed to be a Kero ball, being stored in Fuyuki's room, had activated itself, its antenna homing into his direction. Such movement had opened up the drawer it was inside of, the same movement that lifted the Kero ball out over it and ever nearer to Fuyuki's sleeping form. An aura had begun seeping out of Fuyuki's body and into the Kero ball's antenna for storage.
It would appear as though the Kero ball had sensed that Fuyuki's aura was becoming a stronger, far more viable source of energy than it once was. Once the Kero ball was finished collecting all the battle aura that it needed, it teleported itself back to where its master presently resides; inside the confines of the Hinata family basement. An alien, distinctly frog-like in its physical appearance, is also slumbering the night away.
The Kero ball, as though under the influence of a higher power, had rolled itself into position, and stuck its antenna into the center of frog alien's slimy body. Not a moment too soon, whatever battle aura energy that was drained from Fuyuki before, was being transferred onto the frog alien, more specifically, a symbol situated on its belly referred to as a Keron star. Suddenly, the Keron star went from being rather flat in its generally star-like shape, to taking on a much more pyramid-like form.
The creature's fingers twitched, and then it groaned, now it croaked, all very slowly as it's body began to rise, standing erect, eerily glowing eyes fully opening, battle aura power emanating and coursing throughout its body cavity. "Keeeeeerokerokerokeroooooo!" The creature ominously resonated reverberating through the household well into the night sky; a dangerous portent of alien invasion style power plays to come.