Ranma/ Real Bout Fatal Fury (King of Fighters)
'Yet Another Ranma-as-an-Orochi-Decendant Fic'
Chapter 3
Tragic Asswhupping
Akane moaned, and flailed weakly, attempting to escape the endless barrage being rained down upon her by the red-headed demon with that laugh. That awful... awful laugh that pierced the soul, and infected it with its madness. No matter which way in the darkness she turned, the blows kept coming. There was no escape, all she could do was pray that she would be relieved, that something would save her, that-"
"AHHHH!" Akane shot up from laying down, causing the damp cloth against her forehead to fall onto her lap, "Wha... where am I?"
"Hey Sis, took a bit of a beating there, didn't you?" Nabiki said with a smirk.
"What do you mean... ouch!" Akane slumped back to laying down, suddenly feeling every painful bruise covering her body, "What happened to me? I had the most awful dream about some demon beating me to a pulp." Akane chuckled, "Heh, I guess the nightmare came from whatever did this to meEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!"
"Hey, ready for round two?" Ranma asked from where she had been sitting behind Akane, attempting to stare down her gi.
"Really, Ranma," Kasumi began, "Perhaps it would be best if you weren't in the room at the moment? Would you like something to eat? I know you much be hungry from traveling today."
"Hmm, sounds pretty good! I am pretty damn starved," Ranma-chan commented, "Ya got any hard liquer around here, by the way?"
"Um, I believe father has various sakes in his cabinet," Kasumi replied in an unsure tone, "Why do you ask?"
"Kinda thirsty too, let's go get me fixed up, while Nabs peels your sister from the ceiling."
Kasumi threw Akane a concerned glance, before her ever-present smile appeared on her face. She led Ranma-chan out of the room, just as Genma and Soun entered.
"Ah... Tendou, you can forgive the boy, right?" Genma asked in a slightly timid voice, "He's pretty nice, just a violent maniac."
"HE TRIED TO BEAT MY BABY-GIRL TO DEATH!" Soun wailed, "COME TO DADDY, AKANE! I'LL PROTECT YOU!"
"Daddy, you're not helping," Nabiki drolled, as she watched Akane cling even tighter to the ceiling and screwing her eyes shut even harder from her father's yelling.
"I shall have to discuss this with Ranma," Soun declared, as he marched out of the room, and down the stairs. He and Genma found Ranma raiding the Tendou Patriarch's liquer cabinette.
"RANNNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAA!!!!" Soun loomed over the pigtailed girl; his head growing twenty times larger, his eyes bulging and veiny, his tongue waving before Ranma's face.
The red-headed girl blinked, before pulling out a pin, and popping Soun's demon head. Soun blinked, realizing Ranma wasn't affected by his menace technique, and found the girl sighing, before reaching out to his left shoulder with her right hand. With calm and care, she meticulously dusted off the dander on Soun's gi, before clutching it thightly, and forcing him face first through the floor.
"Damn it! He's starting to get fucking annoying," Ranma growled, before returning to her task, "Here we go! Good collection you keep here, Tendou!" With that Ranma gathered several bottles into her harms,and headed for the tea room, where two glasses awaited her on the table.
Kasumi came in with a plate of leftovers for Ranma, and a kettle of hot water "Here you go, I'm sorry we don't have anything really prepared for you. What did you need the hot water for? You said you were making some special tea..."
Ranma motioned the girl to sit down, while taking the kettle from her, "Kettle ain't for tea." With that, she dumped it onto her head.
"Oh my, first, you were a girl, and now..."
"Yup, the old bastard's fault, this is..."
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"This the place?" Yamazaki enquired, staring at the pools with a distainful glare, "Don't look like much."
"Welcome dear customers," A pudgy man in a Maoist uniform greeted. Ranma punched him out, once he finished his greeting.
"Damn annoying ass voice that bastard had," Ranma grumbled, "We gonna do this, or what?"
Genma swallowed his fear, keeping in mind how much Ranma offered him for today's sparring lesson. They both leapt to the poles, facing each other.
Ranma maintained his balance easily, staring at Genma with a distainful glare, "Let's go."
On the top of the poles, Genma was confident he had the balance advantage. This battle would be more in his favor, unlike their bouts when Ranma kept them to the ground.
The master of the Saotome Anything Goes School leapt at Ranma, who watched him without seeming to care. Right when the older man's foot was about to connect, Ranma snagged it, spun Genma around over his head, and then threw him into the pool below them.
Ranma snorted, "That was half-ass, old man! Get out of there so we can do this again!" The water erupted at his command, but instead of a bald martial artist, Ranma found himself face-to-face with a panda. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?"
Taking advantage of the young Yamazaki's surprise, the panda launched at him, and swatted Ranma into another pool. A red mop of hair broke the surface first, before a very female face followed. The redhead stomped out of the spring, thoroughly pissed, and wanting a panda-skin rug. As soon as she got her footing, she realized her chest felt more strained than usual...
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"When I finally came out of it, I was standing on the other side of the valley, holding the old man by the scruff of his neck inside another pool. I think I got carried away."
"How terrible!" Kasumi exclaimed with a slight slur, "Oh my, what type of tea did you say this was? I've never tried this blend before..."
"Long Island iced tea, glad ya like it," Ranma replied, watching the blush slowly deepend on Kasumi's face with a lecherous grin. He then returned to his late meal, while occationally glancing at Kasumi to make sure she was still enjoying her 'tea.'
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"What do you mean, 'you still haven't located him'?" The red-headed woman asked in a steely-cold voice, while sitting in her dark, blood-red office. She had the phone held to her ear by one of the three women-bodyguards surrounding her. They weren't actually necessary, as Nodoka herself had participated in the King of Fighters tournament with her husband; facing off against some of the world's strongest fighters, but she kept them around mainly for appearances.
Each of them wore crimson dresses, slitted up to their thighs on each side, with matching red lenon glasses with gold frames. Around their necks they wore red chokers with gold studs around them, and stood dispassionately, awaiting orders from their sworn ward.
Nodoka's face showed no emotion, as she listened to the conversation, "That is a shame, then. I will contact you later... you will know when it's me, don't worry. Good bye. Yes, running as far away as possible would be a good idea." Nodoka nodded for her assistant and bodyguard to hang up the phone for her, as a thin, unseeming man stepped from the darkness.
"Have that man killed for losing track of my son," Nodoka comanded, leaning back in her chair. The dim light that was shining reflected off of her mirror lenon glasses, as she folded her arms under her chest.
"Do you think that is a bit harsh?" the man asked with a sceptical tone, "You know your husband doesn't agree with your killing off his employees without his permission."
Nodoka blinked, as her eyebrows raised in indecision, "Oh dear, you think I'm acting a bit hasty?"
The man snorted, "Perhaps a touch, madam."
"Very well then, do what you think would be best," Mrs. Yamazaki commanded, earning a nod from the man.
Once he had exited the office, Nodoka motioned the bodyguard on her right side over to her, "Emille..."
"Madam?" A woman with stone gray wavy hair, with a femenine, yet wiry frame made mainly for speed and agility, asked, stepping closer to her boss.
"Kill him, and then kill the gentleman I was just on the phone with for failing to locate my son," Nodoka commanded in a pleasant tone. Emille smirked, and nodded, before walking out to follow the man who just left.
"King, Spite, I'm finished for the night," With that, Nodoka stood up, and held her arms up. The blonde, short haired woman named king approached her, and put Nodoka's Gucci designer black trenchcoat, as the, tall, muscular, and shaved bald woman of African descent named Spite, pushed her chair in for her.
Nodoka considered how she 'suddenly' lost communication with her son during their trek in China. She wasn't 'concerned' persay for her son, but he was an important commodity she decided that was best to keep around. If his martial arts master brought harm to him in any way...
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One young man overlooked the city of Tokyo, having tracked down his nemesis without the difficulty a certain crime-boss's wife was having. The blonde boy's angry blue eyes searched the Tokyo skyline, before speaking.
"Ranma Yamazaki, I will soon have my revenge for what you did to me so many years ago..."
With that, Rock Howard walked to the elevator of the Tokyo Tower, ready to begin his search in earnest.
'Yet Another Ranma-as-an-Orochi-Decendant Fic'
Chapter 3
Tragic Asswhupping
Akane moaned, and flailed weakly, attempting to escape the endless barrage being rained down upon her by the red-headed demon with that laugh. That awful... awful laugh that pierced the soul, and infected it with its madness. No matter which way in the darkness she turned, the blows kept coming. There was no escape, all she could do was pray that she would be relieved, that something would save her, that-"
"AHHHH!" Akane shot up from laying down, causing the damp cloth against her forehead to fall onto her lap, "Wha... where am I?"
"Hey Sis, took a bit of a beating there, didn't you?" Nabiki said with a smirk.
"What do you mean... ouch!" Akane slumped back to laying down, suddenly feeling every painful bruise covering her body, "What happened to me? I had the most awful dream about some demon beating me to a pulp." Akane chuckled, "Heh, I guess the nightmare came from whatever did this to meEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!"
"Hey, ready for round two?" Ranma asked from where she had been sitting behind Akane, attempting to stare down her gi.
"Really, Ranma," Kasumi began, "Perhaps it would be best if you weren't in the room at the moment? Would you like something to eat? I know you much be hungry from traveling today."
"Hmm, sounds pretty good! I am pretty damn starved," Ranma-chan commented, "Ya got any hard liquer around here, by the way?"
"Um, I believe father has various sakes in his cabinet," Kasumi replied in an unsure tone, "Why do you ask?"
"Kinda thirsty too, let's go get me fixed up, while Nabs peels your sister from the ceiling."
Kasumi threw Akane a concerned glance, before her ever-present smile appeared on her face. She led Ranma-chan out of the room, just as Genma and Soun entered.
"Ah... Tendou, you can forgive the boy, right?" Genma asked in a slightly timid voice, "He's pretty nice, just a violent maniac."
"HE TRIED TO BEAT MY BABY-GIRL TO DEATH!" Soun wailed, "COME TO DADDY, AKANE! I'LL PROTECT YOU!"
"Daddy, you're not helping," Nabiki drolled, as she watched Akane cling even tighter to the ceiling and screwing her eyes shut even harder from her father's yelling.
"I shall have to discuss this with Ranma," Soun declared, as he marched out of the room, and down the stairs. He and Genma found Ranma raiding the Tendou Patriarch's liquer cabinette.
"RANNNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAA!!!!" Soun loomed over the pigtailed girl; his head growing twenty times larger, his eyes bulging and veiny, his tongue waving before Ranma's face.
The red-headed girl blinked, before pulling out a pin, and popping Soun's demon head. Soun blinked, realizing Ranma wasn't affected by his menace technique, and found the girl sighing, before reaching out to his left shoulder with her right hand. With calm and care, she meticulously dusted off the dander on Soun's gi, before clutching it thightly, and forcing him face first through the floor.
"Damn it! He's starting to get fucking annoying," Ranma growled, before returning to her task, "Here we go! Good collection you keep here, Tendou!" With that Ranma gathered several bottles into her harms,and headed for the tea room, where two glasses awaited her on the table.
Kasumi came in with a plate of leftovers for Ranma, and a kettle of hot water "Here you go, I'm sorry we don't have anything really prepared for you. What did you need the hot water for? You said you were making some special tea..."
Ranma motioned the girl to sit down, while taking the kettle from her, "Kettle ain't for tea." With that, she dumped it onto her head.
"Oh my, first, you were a girl, and now..."
"Yup, the old bastard's fault, this is..."
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"This the place?" Yamazaki enquired, staring at the pools with a distainful glare, "Don't look like much."
"Welcome dear customers," A pudgy man in a Maoist uniform greeted. Ranma punched him out, once he finished his greeting.
"Damn annoying ass voice that bastard had," Ranma grumbled, "We gonna do this, or what?"
Genma swallowed his fear, keeping in mind how much Ranma offered him for today's sparring lesson. They both leapt to the poles, facing each other.
Ranma maintained his balance easily, staring at Genma with a distainful glare, "Let's go."
On the top of the poles, Genma was confident he had the balance advantage. This battle would be more in his favor, unlike their bouts when Ranma kept them to the ground.
The master of the Saotome Anything Goes School leapt at Ranma, who watched him without seeming to care. Right when the older man's foot was about to connect, Ranma snagged it, spun Genma around over his head, and then threw him into the pool below them.
Ranma snorted, "That was half-ass, old man! Get out of there so we can do this again!" The water erupted at his command, but instead of a bald martial artist, Ranma found himself face-to-face with a panda. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?"
Taking advantage of the young Yamazaki's surprise, the panda launched at him, and swatted Ranma into another pool. A red mop of hair broke the surface first, before a very female face followed. The redhead stomped out of the spring, thoroughly pissed, and wanting a panda-skin rug. As soon as she got her footing, she realized her chest felt more strained than usual...
~~~~~~~~~~
"When I finally came out of it, I was standing on the other side of the valley, holding the old man by the scruff of his neck inside another pool. I think I got carried away."
"How terrible!" Kasumi exclaimed with a slight slur, "Oh my, what type of tea did you say this was? I've never tried this blend before..."
"Long Island iced tea, glad ya like it," Ranma replied, watching the blush slowly deepend on Kasumi's face with a lecherous grin. He then returned to his late meal, while occationally glancing at Kasumi to make sure she was still enjoying her 'tea.'
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"What do you mean, 'you still haven't located him'?" The red-headed woman asked in a steely-cold voice, while sitting in her dark, blood-red office. She had the phone held to her ear by one of the three women-bodyguards surrounding her. They weren't actually necessary, as Nodoka herself had participated in the King of Fighters tournament with her husband; facing off against some of the world's strongest fighters, but she kept them around mainly for appearances.
Each of them wore crimson dresses, slitted up to their thighs on each side, with matching red lenon glasses with gold frames. Around their necks they wore red chokers with gold studs around them, and stood dispassionately, awaiting orders from their sworn ward.
Nodoka's face showed no emotion, as she listened to the conversation, "That is a shame, then. I will contact you later... you will know when it's me, don't worry. Good bye. Yes, running as far away as possible would be a good idea." Nodoka nodded for her assistant and bodyguard to hang up the phone for her, as a thin, unseeming man stepped from the darkness.
"Have that man killed for losing track of my son," Nodoka comanded, leaning back in her chair. The dim light that was shining reflected off of her mirror lenon glasses, as she folded her arms under her chest.
"Do you think that is a bit harsh?" the man asked with a sceptical tone, "You know your husband doesn't agree with your killing off his employees without his permission."
Nodoka blinked, as her eyebrows raised in indecision, "Oh dear, you think I'm acting a bit hasty?"
The man snorted, "Perhaps a touch, madam."
"Very well then, do what you think would be best," Mrs. Yamazaki commanded, earning a nod from the man.
Once he had exited the office, Nodoka motioned the bodyguard on her right side over to her, "Emille..."
"Madam?" A woman with stone gray wavy hair, with a femenine, yet wiry frame made mainly for speed and agility, asked, stepping closer to her boss.
"Kill him, and then kill the gentleman I was just on the phone with for failing to locate my son," Nodoka commanded in a pleasant tone. Emille smirked, and nodded, before walking out to follow the man who just left.
"King, Spite, I'm finished for the night," With that, Nodoka stood up, and held her arms up. The blonde, short haired woman named king approached her, and put Nodoka's Gucci designer black trenchcoat, as the, tall, muscular, and shaved bald woman of African descent named Spite, pushed her chair in for her.
Nodoka considered how she 'suddenly' lost communication with her son during their trek in China. She wasn't 'concerned' persay for her son, but he was an important commodity she decided that was best to keep around. If his martial arts master brought harm to him in any way...
_____________________
One young man overlooked the city of Tokyo, having tracked down his nemesis without the difficulty a certain crime-boss's wife was having. The blonde boy's angry blue eyes searched the Tokyo skyline, before speaking.
"Ranma Yamazaki, I will soon have my revenge for what you did to me so many years ago..."
With that, Rock Howard walked to the elevator of the Tokyo Tower, ready to begin his search in earnest.