Reflection on one's Center

By Jemmos

Disclaimer.

I don't own anything to do with Ranma ½ or any other series, novel, fan fiction, ect ect. I'm just borrowing them for a while for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 2: Adventures in Kuno Land.

The ground quaked, the sky burnt, electric blue lightning crackled in the darkening sky!

"Eeeek! It's the end of the world!" Various women cried and sobbed. Running franticly this way and that, but most dashing to him, the sole pillar of support, and the epitome of masculinity.

"Fear not, tender maidens of furinken!" He cried with his majestic, yet thunders voice. "I, Tatawaki Kuno age 17, the blue thunder! shall protect you! And then, you may repay me with thou love and un-dieing affection."

"But Lord Kuno!" The raven haired goddess of streanght to his left broke in, but only herself to be cut off.

"This dastardly deed upon this hallowed ground shall not go unpunished," the very model of samurai spirit explained. "The wrath of thee heaven is swift and sure, and not even the despicable sorcerer Saotome shall interfere with your conquest anymore!"

The broken form of Ranma lay bleeding on the ground; slashes from a katana are evident upon his brutalized body. Ranma Saotome had been defeated. But again, he struggled to rise.

"But Lord Kuno!" The raven haired goddess interjected again, this time with out interruption. "The foul sorcerer draws breath yet again! Please you must help me escape from him, strike him down again, then take me in your arms and we shall retire to your estate!"

The sky began to weep with sorrow as the broken warrior continually tired to regain his composure. But as will all weeping, water is always involved.

"Verily, if that is your wish young goddess, I shall take you into my arms and in our burning passion, we shall find – PIG TAILD GIRL, how I've longed for your pressence! Come! We shall explore the limitless boundary's of your – foot?"

KA-POWIE!

With the change, Ranma had once again found the strength to fight on, at least to silence his foes infernal jabbering. With a right snap kick to the jaw, Kuno was put down to the earth, temporally silenced.

"Ranma you JERK!" Said raven haired goddess no longer, "I had him just where I wanted him, come here so I can smack you around like the little hit bitch you are!"

"Huh?" Ranma questioned.

"Verily, come to me pig tailed girl and we shall make sweet love with the raven goddess!"

"Yes come with us Ranma, be our bitch in so many more ways." Raven goddess explained, "You know you want to, you always do what we say, come hither scarlet wench!"

SMACK! "Shut UP!" Ranma all but screamed.

"You hit me?" She exclaimed in shock, pulling herself from the interior of the wall. "You Hit Me!" She exclaimed again in anger. "YOU HIT ME YOU STUPID PERVERTED BAKA HENTAI! HOW DARE YOU!" She screamed in outrageous fury! "DIE!"

"Whoa…!" Ranma woke with a shudder, now that was a seriously messed up dream. Nearly dripping in his cold sweat, Ranma got up and shakily stole out of the room he shared with his father and crept into the dojo.

"Now what the hell was that?" Ranma wondered aloud. As he shakenlly attempted to break out of his dream induces stupor. I can't believe I actually hit her, even if it was a dream he thought. Still, what would happen if I did bring myself to actually hit her back? Can I even hit her? I don't know. As it is, she currently thinks of me as her punching bag when she sick of hitting bricks, regardless. I gota do something about it. Maby if I just take away her mallet? Maby she'll get the hint that I don't want to be hit. If that doesn't work, I may even have to become more serious. But, I gota do it, one way or another.

As Ranma continued to sit there pondering his dream, he attempts to meditate, to cleanse his soul and spirit. Time passes. His brow furrowed in concentration, a light sheen of perspiration coating his body, Ranma tries again an again to find his center, to find his inner piece. Finally after, nearly an hour of effort, Ranma finds his peace. Not in enlightenment, not in spiritual awareness, but in sleep. Ranma has long since passed out in his attempt of meditation in the middle of the dojo. 4am is, after all, not the best time for such things.