Ranma/ Real Bout Fatal Fury (King of Fighters)
'Yet Another Ranma-as-an-Orochi-Decendant Fic'
"Akane?" Kasumi enquired in her attempt at her most soothing voice. She wasn't particularly feeling very soothing at the moment, but she had to make the attempt.
"What's your name?" Akane asked from behind the locked door. Kasumi blinked at the question.
"It's your sister, Kasumi. Are you okay?"
"You're not Ranma, right?"
Kasumi's face frowned, "No, Akane."
"How do I know you're not Ranma pretending to be Kasumi?"
Kasumi's frown deepened; she didn't need anymore shit today. With a groan and a sigh rolled into one, Kasumi pulled out her skeleton key.
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"Yes, I know he was in China, I want to know where was he last noted," Nodoka explained towards the speakerphone. She was currently in the middle of her routine workout, forcing her fist against a three foot steel wall which was imbedded into the concrete floor covered with a thin rug, as hard as she possibly could. Even with such incredible strain, her voice was calm and even.
"[Nanjing. His bank account was last accessed from there, that was two weeks ago.]"
"Damn, that means he could be anywhere by now," the redheaded woman growled, changing her position slightly so that her arm was more extended for her isometric exercise. "Did you check airport records?"
"[As well as railway, and questioned various bus stations, from Bejing to Hong Kong. Our search is still pending at this moment, Ma'am.]"
"And any word on Japan, Taiwan, or Korea?"
"[Nothing. though there wouldn't be any reason for him to be at any of those locations, we are keeping an eye on them, I would like to mention that China is our main priority, the Cantonese areas being most prominant in our searches.]"
Nodoka didn't like this. After she had been told that her son withdrew a large sum of money suddenly from the account she set up for him, she figured that Ranma was intentionally trying to stay out of sight. It wasn't like the times he would disappear for a month or so because he was in a remote location.
"Find him, you have three weeks."
The voice at the other end went dead quiet.
Nodoka nodded for King to disconnect the call, and went back to concentrating on her workout.
"Still trying to locate the whelp?"
Nodoka went rigid, before standing up right, and pulling her fist from the steel wall. A fistprint was left in its wake; adding to the several that were imbedded in the wall, "Husband."
Ryuji stepped into the small gym, and continued towards his wife with his usual arrogant swagger, completed with the right hand in his pocket, fondling the only thing he truly ever trusted, his knife.
Spite stepped in front of Ryuji with her arms folded, though the metal pyramids that donned her fists, a trademark of her own fighting style, could be seen peeking out.
"Let him by," Nodoka commanded, folding her own arms under her chest, "And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I thought you went on an assignment?"
Ryuji shrugged, "Kinda boring, so I killed the asshole quickly. And why wouldn't I want to visit my lovely wife?"
"Very well," Mrs. Yamazaki replied, not really buying his reply, "I prefer to know where the boy is. He could be useful."
"Feh, you love the little brat, admit it," Ryuji quipped. Nodoka turned away, not admitting to anything.
"We can spend time together later on. I'm busy at the moment."
"Yer flatt'r'n yourself," the assassin commented with a chuckle, "Just came to see how you were doing."
"And you're a horrendous liar." Nodoka put her hand against the wall, and leaned against it, "If you're that bored, why don't you devote some of that restless energy towards finding your son? You have a knack for finding those who don't want to be found."
"Eh, may as well, I kinda miss the little shit, myself." Ryuji stared down at Spite, and turned away to leave, "He's my boy, alright. All ya gotta do is wait for him to make some noise, and you'll know where he is in a heartbeat. It ain't worth wast'n resources to hunt him down." With that, he walked out.
Nodoka cursed herself; her husband was right. Ranma couldn't keep quiet if it meant his life. Eventually, he would cause trouble, something she would have to quell, lest it come back to her or her husband. Now she looked like a concerned mother; someone with a weakness that could be exploited. Someone who could be hurt, broken, ruined. She would have to curb that image quickly.
The slender, but well toned woman leaned from the wall; her muscles rippling slightly under caretaken silky skin. With her palm less than an inch from the steel wall, she twisted her right heel out on the ball of her foot, while dropping her weight, at the same time her palm seemed to just tap the wall. The whole motion was so subtle it was nearly unnoticeable even to the trained eye.
The now collapsed steel wall laid as the monument to the carefully and dilligently earned strength of Nodoka Yamazaki.
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"Yo," Ranma replied, after being introduced to the class. They looked back at him with unveiled fear, each student wondering how they managed to get such a deranged psychopath in their class.
Yamazaki looked over his new homeroom class, and frowned, "What the hell is the matter with all of you? I ain't gonna bite! ACHOO!!! Damn it! Some Bastard's tal'n about me..."
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"Ranma... Ranma... Ranma..."
Rock repeated the mantra that allowed him to build his rage, before unleashing his full fury, once again.
"RAGING STOOOOORRRRRRRMMMM!!!!!"
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The pigtailed young man looked up from his sneeze, and saw the whole class, teacher included, braced against the back of the wall, like caged rabbits with a large, hungry wolf standing at the only exit.
"This whole school's filled with wusses."
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Kasumi entered Akane's room, finding the girl pressing further into the corner of her room that was against her bed. Around her lay several weapons of protection.
The eldest Tendou daughter had to wince at the sight; Ranma had really done a number on her. "I called the school and told them you weren't feeling well. Ranma isn't here right now, either. Are you still feeling sore?"
Akane nodded, and rolled up the sleeve of her pajama on her right arm. Kasumi's eyes widened at the sight, before she quickly rushed over to her youngest sister. Upon closer inspection, Akane's body was one large bruise.
"Oh my," Kasumi gulped in shock, before attempting to add some levity to the situation, "At least he didn't hit you in the face."
"I hit her, and she just went psycho!" Akane almost wailed, "She's some kind of monster!"
"Oh, I don't think Ranma really meant to harm you," Kasumi replied, "I think he just got carried away." Kasumi had to seriously fight down the incredulous feeling that had spontaniously attempted to erupt from her. True, Ranma didn't really seem all that malicious, exept for when he was wailing down on Akane like a red-headed stepchild...
"Kasumi, how long is Ranma going to be here?" Akane asked with a timid tone. Kasumi cracked a nervous smile; she *really* didn't want to have to deal with this shit right now...
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Ranma sat at a cafeteria table by his lonesome, after scaring off all the previous occupants. School was just as fucking boring as he remembered it, but he had a reason for showing up, and he was gonna endure. He scanned around, noting an army of girls staring him down hungrily. Normally he would be doing something about it, like them, for example, but he was already in a world of shit because of his hormones.
Ranma growled to himself, while picking at the soggy looking cafeteria food, not noticing Nabiki coming up behind him. "something on your mind, Yamazaki?"
"Ain't your class supposed to have had lunch already?" Ranma enquired, giving the girl a sideways glance.
"I was excused for business," Nabiki replied, sitting down next to him. "What's on your mind?"
"How this food looks like shit..." Ranma commented.
Nabiki pulled out a bento, and offered it to Ranma. The pigtailed boy looked at the bento, then her, "I didn't see you grab anything for lunch today when we left your place."
"I'm always prepared," Nabiki replied, still holding the bento up. Ranma snorted, and started to take it. "Fourteen Hundred yen."
Yamazaki glared at her, before pulling out his wad of cash, and handing her one of the notes rolled into it, "Keep the change." With that, he snatched the bento from her, and unwrapped it.
Nabiki unfolded the crumpled note, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. "Ch-change?"
"I ain't got anything smaller right now," Ranma quipped between bites.
Nabiki checked the watermarks for legitimacy, making doubly sure she wasn't holding some sort of elaborate illusion in her hand. "Ah..." she began, drymouthed, "Th-thanks." Ranma only shrugged, as he continued eating.
"Ranma, since you'll probably be sticking around for a while, why don't I fill you in a little about Nerima after school? You're treat!"
"I guess," Ranma replied, not quite knowing what Nabiki meant by 'his treat'.
'Yet Another Ranma-as-an-Orochi-Decendant Fic'
"Akane?" Kasumi enquired in her attempt at her most soothing voice. She wasn't particularly feeling very soothing at the moment, but she had to make the attempt.
"What's your name?" Akane asked from behind the locked door. Kasumi blinked at the question.
"It's your sister, Kasumi. Are you okay?"
"You're not Ranma, right?"
Kasumi's face frowned, "No, Akane."
"How do I know you're not Ranma pretending to be Kasumi?"
Kasumi's frown deepened; she didn't need anymore shit today. With a groan and a sigh rolled into one, Kasumi pulled out her skeleton key.
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"Yes, I know he was in China, I want to know where was he last noted," Nodoka explained towards the speakerphone. She was currently in the middle of her routine workout, forcing her fist against a three foot steel wall which was imbedded into the concrete floor covered with a thin rug, as hard as she possibly could. Even with such incredible strain, her voice was calm and even.
"[Nanjing. His bank account was last accessed from there, that was two weeks ago.]"
"Damn, that means he could be anywhere by now," the redheaded woman growled, changing her position slightly so that her arm was more extended for her isometric exercise. "Did you check airport records?"
"[As well as railway, and questioned various bus stations, from Bejing to Hong Kong. Our search is still pending at this moment, Ma'am.]"
"And any word on Japan, Taiwan, or Korea?"
"[Nothing. though there wouldn't be any reason for him to be at any of those locations, we are keeping an eye on them, I would like to mention that China is our main priority, the Cantonese areas being most prominant in our searches.]"
Nodoka didn't like this. After she had been told that her son withdrew a large sum of money suddenly from the account she set up for him, she figured that Ranma was intentionally trying to stay out of sight. It wasn't like the times he would disappear for a month or so because he was in a remote location.
"Find him, you have three weeks."
The voice at the other end went dead quiet.
Nodoka nodded for King to disconnect the call, and went back to concentrating on her workout.
"Still trying to locate the whelp?"
Nodoka went rigid, before standing up right, and pulling her fist from the steel wall. A fistprint was left in its wake; adding to the several that were imbedded in the wall, "Husband."
Ryuji stepped into the small gym, and continued towards his wife with his usual arrogant swagger, completed with the right hand in his pocket, fondling the only thing he truly ever trusted, his knife.
Spite stepped in front of Ryuji with her arms folded, though the metal pyramids that donned her fists, a trademark of her own fighting style, could be seen peeking out.
"Let him by," Nodoka commanded, folding her own arms under her chest, "And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I thought you went on an assignment?"
Ryuji shrugged, "Kinda boring, so I killed the asshole quickly. And why wouldn't I want to visit my lovely wife?"
"Very well," Mrs. Yamazaki replied, not really buying his reply, "I prefer to know where the boy is. He could be useful."
"Feh, you love the little brat, admit it," Ryuji quipped. Nodoka turned away, not admitting to anything.
"We can spend time together later on. I'm busy at the moment."
"Yer flatt'r'n yourself," the assassin commented with a chuckle, "Just came to see how you were doing."
"And you're a horrendous liar." Nodoka put her hand against the wall, and leaned against it, "If you're that bored, why don't you devote some of that restless energy towards finding your son? You have a knack for finding those who don't want to be found."
"Eh, may as well, I kinda miss the little shit, myself." Ryuji stared down at Spite, and turned away to leave, "He's my boy, alright. All ya gotta do is wait for him to make some noise, and you'll know where he is in a heartbeat. It ain't worth wast'n resources to hunt him down." With that, he walked out.
Nodoka cursed herself; her husband was right. Ranma couldn't keep quiet if it meant his life. Eventually, he would cause trouble, something she would have to quell, lest it come back to her or her husband. Now she looked like a concerned mother; someone with a weakness that could be exploited. Someone who could be hurt, broken, ruined. She would have to curb that image quickly.
The slender, but well toned woman leaned from the wall; her muscles rippling slightly under caretaken silky skin. With her palm less than an inch from the steel wall, she twisted her right heel out on the ball of her foot, while dropping her weight, at the same time her palm seemed to just tap the wall. The whole motion was so subtle it was nearly unnoticeable even to the trained eye.
The now collapsed steel wall laid as the monument to the carefully and dilligently earned strength of Nodoka Yamazaki.
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"Yo," Ranma replied, after being introduced to the class. They looked back at him with unveiled fear, each student wondering how they managed to get such a deranged psychopath in their class.
Yamazaki looked over his new homeroom class, and frowned, "What the hell is the matter with all of you? I ain't gonna bite! ACHOO!!! Damn it! Some Bastard's tal'n about me..."
____________________
"Ranma... Ranma... Ranma..."
Rock repeated the mantra that allowed him to build his rage, before unleashing his full fury, once again.
"RAGING STOOOOORRRRRRRMMMM!!!!!"
____________________
The pigtailed young man looked up from his sneeze, and saw the whole class, teacher included, braced against the back of the wall, like caged rabbits with a large, hungry wolf standing at the only exit.
"This whole school's filled with wusses."
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Kasumi entered Akane's room, finding the girl pressing further into the corner of her room that was against her bed. Around her lay several weapons of protection.
The eldest Tendou daughter had to wince at the sight; Ranma had really done a number on her. "I called the school and told them you weren't feeling well. Ranma isn't here right now, either. Are you still feeling sore?"
Akane nodded, and rolled up the sleeve of her pajama on her right arm. Kasumi's eyes widened at the sight, before she quickly rushed over to her youngest sister. Upon closer inspection, Akane's body was one large bruise.
"Oh my," Kasumi gulped in shock, before attempting to add some levity to the situation, "At least he didn't hit you in the face."
"I hit her, and she just went psycho!" Akane almost wailed, "She's some kind of monster!"
"Oh, I don't think Ranma really meant to harm you," Kasumi replied, "I think he just got carried away." Kasumi had to seriously fight down the incredulous feeling that had spontaniously attempted to erupt from her. True, Ranma didn't really seem all that malicious, exept for when he was wailing down on Akane like a red-headed stepchild...
"Kasumi, how long is Ranma going to be here?" Akane asked with a timid tone. Kasumi cracked a nervous smile; she *really* didn't want to have to deal with this shit right now...
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Ranma sat at a cafeteria table by his lonesome, after scaring off all the previous occupants. School was just as fucking boring as he remembered it, but he had a reason for showing up, and he was gonna endure. He scanned around, noting an army of girls staring him down hungrily. Normally he would be doing something about it, like them, for example, but he was already in a world of shit because of his hormones.
Ranma growled to himself, while picking at the soggy looking cafeteria food, not noticing Nabiki coming up behind him. "something on your mind, Yamazaki?"
"Ain't your class supposed to have had lunch already?" Ranma enquired, giving the girl a sideways glance.
"I was excused for business," Nabiki replied, sitting down next to him. "What's on your mind?"
"How this food looks like shit..." Ranma commented.
Nabiki pulled out a bento, and offered it to Ranma. The pigtailed boy looked at the bento, then her, "I didn't see you grab anything for lunch today when we left your place."
"I'm always prepared," Nabiki replied, still holding the bento up. Ranma snorted, and started to take it. "Fourteen Hundred yen."
Yamazaki glared at her, before pulling out his wad of cash, and handing her one of the notes rolled into it, "Keep the change." With that, he snatched the bento from her, and unwrapped it.
Nabiki unfolded the crumpled note, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. "Ch-change?"
"I ain't got anything smaller right now," Ranma quipped between bites.
Nabiki checked the watermarks for legitimacy, making doubly sure she wasn't holding some sort of elaborate illusion in her hand. "Ah..." she began, drymouthed, "Th-thanks." Ranma only shrugged, as he continued eating.
"Ranma, since you'll probably be sticking around for a while, why don't I fill you in a little about Nerima after school? You're treat!"
"I guess," Ranma replied, not quite knowing what Nabiki meant by 'his treat'.
