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AN: Just a little something I wrote a while ago. Thought I'd clean it up a little and post it. Every one knows this has happened before. Right?
Ranma calmly stepped to the side as the bolt of lightning hit the wall behind his previous position with enough force to blast a chunk out.
"Really, you'd have thought that even you could figure out you can't touch me by now. I mean, how long have we been at this now?"
"About two hours Ranma. They just don't seem to get it, do they?"
"Sure don't Akane. I would'a thought it was pretty obvious. I doubt they could' a taken you one-on-one before I started your training. Now, they don't stand a chance." The pair stood in loose stance, side by side, relaxed. Their moves matched. Their clothing matched. Even the cocky grins they were wearing matched.
Their opponents, arranged in a semi-circle before them, were a truly sorry sight. Clothing ripped. Bodies covered in bruises and scrapes. Barely standing on their own. Exhaustion seemed to drag them down. The oldest held herself upright only by means of her equally ancient staff.
Ranma and Akane however, looked as though they had only just stepped outside. Not cut, not bruised, not dirty, not even slightly winded. In fact they were both sporting Ranma's trademark grin. Since Ranma had finally chosen they had been nearly inseparable. Once he had begun training her they could almost be mistaken for each other at times; both in skill and attitude. It was down right scary.
"Well if you're not going to try, we might as well go home. Come on Ranma, let's see what's for dinner." Both martial artists fell out of stance and prepared to jump over the exhausted opposition.
"No, you can't escape, justice!" panted one of the girls. "We, won't let, you!"
"You must be punished!" wheezed another.
"Jeez. Not that I'm not used to being attacked out of the blue, but could you at least tell me what you girls want? Or at least who you are?"
"..." A massive face fault resulted from the nine girls.
"I told you when we first found you, we're the sailor senshi! The fuku wearing soldiers of love and justice!" Ranma exchanged a glance with his fiancée before both collapsed to the ground, laughing like mad.
"Oh my god! I can't believe they posed!" gasped Akane between bursts of laughter. The senshi blinked as they realized that yes, they had indeed posed. Blushing like mad they attempted to regain some of their dignity.
"And who are you, foul demons?" demanded Moon as she pointed her wand at them in an attempt to look regal. It probably would have worked if it wasn't a heart on a stick.
"Demons! Ha! She's another Kuno!" This sent the two into another round of laughter as the senshi sweat dropped.
"Sorry meatball head, ain't no demons here. Just two seriously confused martial artists. Now if you don't mind we need to be heading home. Big sister should have dinner almost ready and will be wanting these veggies. Ja ne!" With that the two teens picked up the grocery bags they had dropped earlier and bounded of f over the roof tops.
"That does it!" growled Sailor Moon. "I am never coming to Nerima again!" Behind her the others nodded quickly.