Being the noob here, I didn't really know what to write about until I came up with a sudden inspiration for a series of oneshots of people hitting other. I don't know anything about aikido, so pardon me if I have some factual errors in this. This first chapter is some Derek/Angie fluff, I know how you guys love this stuff.

Oh yeah, Atlus owns Trauma Center and its characters, (for now…) and Global Film Enterprises owns 3 Ninjas.

Aikido

Every two weeks or so, Angie Thompson went to her local dojo to practice aikido, a hobby she pursued since she was a child. It all started when she was nine. Her mother had rented a DVD for her.

"My favorite character was Tum Tum!" said the little blond girl to her mother.

"Oh really?" said her mother as she pressed the "eject" button on the DVD machine and put the disk back into its 3 Ninjas box.

"Do you really think I can be a ninja when I grow up?"

"Maybe, but for now you need to 'ninja' your way to bed. It's 8:30 now, and you have to go to school tomorrow."

"Can I learn to be a ninja, Mom?"

"Time for bed, Angie."

All that week, Angie pestered her mother to take "ninja" lessons. Figuring it was only a phase she was going through, she signed her up for aikido class. She didn't count on her daughter's fighting spirit though, nor did she count on the fact that her daughter, like her gone husband, was quite precocious. She quickly learned the various grapples and strikes, much to her mother's surprise. She hadn't expected Angie to become so tomboyish.

One night, Angie's mother was awakened by what sounded like a scuffle in her daughter's room. Quickly getting out of bed, she quietly walked to Angie's bedroom, and surreptitiously opened the door a small crack. Angie had arranged her teddy bears into a pile, and her mother watched as Angie took a large teddy, grappling it by the arms, then turning around and throwing it over herself, using her hips as a center of gravity. Koshinage would become her signature move in the years to come.

As she grew up, she still continued to train, but she kept it a secret from her friends. Even though she had a full scholarship throughout college, she earned money by becoming an aikido instructor at a nearby aikido school for kids. At least it was better that working at McDonalds.

On this particular day, Angie was bringing her boyfriend, Derek Stiles, along to watch. Derek liked to accompany Angie to the dojo, partly because he wanted to spend more time with her, partly because nothing good was on TV, and partly because there was something inherently cute about watching a slim blond woman tossing around buff martial arts practitioners.

After they were done for the day at Caduceus, Derek drove Angie to the dojo, a five minute ride. The dojo was white and clean as a hospital, save for the floor, which was largely covered by a blue mat. Angie changed into her aikidogi in the changing room, and then met with the owner of the dojo, an elderly Japanese man by the name of Matsumoto.

"Ah, Thompson-san. Back again?"

"Yes, Matsumoto-sensei."

"Good! Let's practice!"

Derek watched as the elderly man and Angie practiced. It seemed they had practiced what to do before hand, because they smoothly transitioned from one grapple to the next. Much of the time, Angie practiced on the offensive side, but sometimes they would switch and Matsumoto-sensei would be the one on the offensive. He marveled at how much strength and vigor was in the man; he had to be in his 60s, but he was as agile as if he was as old as Derek himself. Finally, they stopped and then bowed to each other. Then Matsumoto called over a bulky man. "Jeremy, you complained about not having anyone to practice with. Come practice with Thompson-san."

Derek wondered why Matsumoto had a slight tone of anger in his voice, and why he didn't append any honorifics to Jeremy's last name. He felt like asking Mr. Matsumoto as he sat down next to him, but the man knew what he was thinking.

"Your girlfriend is a wonderful instructor when it comes to humility," he whispered into Derek's ear.

Jeremy lumbered over, then without warning he made a punch at Angie. Luckily for her, she dodged it and grabbed his arm. The man was visibly annoyed and aggressively attacked Angie. It almost seemed like he wanted to beat her down.

Derek wanted to get up and intervene, but then he saw the fire of wrath in Angie's eyes, and he knew she was all right. When Angie got mad, God help whoever she raged against. With surprising strength, Angie grabbed Jeremy, then pivoted, bending at the waist and tossing him over her head. Two hundred pounds of muscle slammed onto the floor with a resounding boom. Angie paused for a second to catch her breath, then went to the changing room to change back into her normal outfit.

"He was being a big jerk, wasn't he?" asked Derek as they stepped out into the night.

"It's just one of those testosterone-flooded macho men who think they can beat anybody. I just love their reactions when they find themselves beaten by a girl."

"Thankfully my girlfriend is a ninja," laughed Derek as Angie smiled, remembering when she pestered her mother into giving her aikido lessons. All of a sudden, they heard a roar of anger. It was Jeremy, charging towards them, ready to beat the two of them up and avenge his shattered pride. Derek tackled Angie out of the way, and Jeremy, seeing that his targets had moved away, tried to put on the brakes. Either he was too slow in slowing down, or his motor functions had been affected by the fall as well as his pride, because he slammed headfirst into a pillar, head and metal connecting in a loud clang. He reeled, then collapsed, knocked out cold.

Derek had tackled Angie over against a wall, his body shielding hers in a protective embrace. He looked over his shoulder to see Jeremy sprawled on the ground, a big fat red bump on his forehead.

"Serves him right," said Derek, bending down to examine the unconscious man.

"Damn. As if his head wasn't already swollen."

Random, no? Ah, well. You get what you pay for (or didn't pay for). Please review.