Ranma/ King of Fighters (Real Bout Fatal Fury)
Yet Another 'Ranma-as-an-orochi-descendant' Fic
"Sorry if I kept you waiting!" Nabiki chirped, way to chipper than she was before.

Both Ranma and Kasumi gave her a raised eyebrow, as she sat down, and snuggled herself against Yamazaki, "Did you miss me?"

"What the hell is your problem?" both Ranma and Kasumi demanded in unison.

Nabiki flinched at the stereo enquiry, before she quickly put back on her brightest, cutest smile, "I'm just happy to see you again, Ranma-kun. I didn't realize how much you actually brighten my day."

"Nabiki, is something the matter?" Kasumi enquired. She knew her sister was a bit boy-crazy, but she never went through this length for things.

"What do you mean, *older* sis?" Nabiki obviously meant to emphesize a certain point, and if Kasumi saw it, she refused to acknowledge it.

"You were shouting obscenities, in the middle of a mall no less, less than five minutes ago," Kasumi pointed out in a terse tone.

Nabiki chuckled nervously, before quickly changing the subject, "Boy, it's hot out today, you know?"

Kasumi looked to the flashing billboard of the food court, the one reading 'Twenty-Two degrees Celcius'. "No, I don't know," Kasumi replied. From the slight attitude her voice carried, apparently she had noticed the snipe Nabiki had made at her, after all.

Nabiki stuck her tongue out at Kasumi, before latching onto Ranma's arm tightly, "You understand, right Ranma-kun?" With that, she unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, and began to fan herself, taking slightly deeper breaths as if exasperated by the heat.

Kasumi managed to strain muscles she had hardly used in years, and frowned... deeper. "I think it's time we left," Kasumi stated with a great deal of authority, standing from her seat.

"You can go if you like," Nabiki stated in a taunting voice, as she laid her head against Yamazaki's shoulder. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed the young man wasn't at all amused with the display. She was acting WAAAAYYYYY too much like Ukyo, but at least Nabiki was a girl.

"I believe you have a few chores you need to finish around the house, Nabiki," Kasumi stated, firmly.

The middle Tendou sister opened her mouth to counter, before realizing that Kasumi was in charge of assigning chores to everyone in the household. With an irritated sigh, Nabiki lifted herself from Ranma, "Alright, I guess we did enough shopping for now." She patted Ranma's thigh, as she stood up, "We can talk more later, Ranma-kun."

Nabiki stood up, and sauntered away, making sure to add a little more sway in her hips.

"What the fuck's gotten into her?" Ranma quipped with his usual sneer.

Kasumi was about to snap back with 'more like she wants something in her, the bitch,' before she blinked, and turned a puzzled stare towards Ranma. She knew guys could be dense, but...
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"...are as interesting as you," Nabiki gushed, as she leaned against Ranma on the way.

Kasumi rolled her eyes, and walked ahead of them so she wouldn't have to listen to her sister's shameless fawning over her own fiance. Well, it wasn't like she actually WANTED him as her fiance, he entraped her, and used her honor against her. Yeah, that's what happened, the bastard...

"...like full feeling of a whole bananna down my throat. It's very satisfy-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!!" Kasumi turned and screamed, before wincing;what an ackward sensation, frowning...

"You're gonna send the old maid into seasures if you don't let up," Ranma commented, pulling his arm from Nabiki's grasp, "You know how old folks are almost always diabetic..."

Nabiki giggled, before making another grab at Ranma's arm, "Ranma, anyone tell you you have a great sense of humor?"

"For the last time, I AM NOT OLD!" Kasumi shouted, losing her calm center about four blocks back. She sincerely wished they hadn't opted to have their shopping sent ahead to their house. The tall heels that Nabiki had gotten would come very handy for poking Ranma's eyes out.

"Oh my..." Kasumi exclaimed quietly to herself, "Where did that thought come from?"

Both Ranma and Nabiki blinked, before Nabiki turned back to Ranma, "Anyways, as I was saying earlier, I really don't drink often, because my alcohol tolerance is practically nil. Besides which, the birth control I buy takes too much of my spending money."

Kasumi felt the disgust in her almost become overwhelming. Instead of suffering nausia, she spun on her heel, and began to stalk down the street, just before the wall on the side of her exploded, "ACK!!!"

The sound brought got both Ranma and Nabiki's attention, and they both watched with some surprise, as a figure stepped through the dust and debris.

"Ranma."

At the femenine voice, Nabiki's expression darkened for an instant, before an overly sacharine sweet smile replaced it. "Ranma-kun, who is she?" Nabiki cheerfully enquired, pointing to the lavender-haired girl, holding a walking stick in her left hand, and a bonbori in her right.

"Where girl-Ranma?" the newcomer asked, pointing her weapon at the black-haired young man.

"Eh, I'll go get her for you," Ranma replied, before turning to Nabiki, "Stay here a sec..."

The young Yamazaki walked around the corner they had just come from, and after a few moments, the sounds of someone shouting at a trespasser, the sound of knuckles meeting flesh, and the sound of a splash of water followed, in that order.

Within a few minutes, a familiar short red-headed girl, dressed as the now missing young man was, came from around the corner. "Hey Shampoo, long time no see..."

The girl named Shampoo whimpered slightly, as if she was about to commit to a task she VERY much didn't want to have to go through, "You, I kill."

Both Kasumi and Nabiki noted that her proclimation seemed to lack resolve.

"Great to see you an' all, Shampoo," Ranma replied, putting one hand in her pocket, while the other one dangled against her side. At the stance, Shampoo wimpered again. "But, you sure you wanna do this now? Ya look like you haven't healed from the last time, fully."

Defiantly, but lacking enthuesiasm, Shampoo went into stance and made her demand, "DIE RANMA... please?"

Ranma-chan reached up and grabbed her shoulder with her opposing free hand; the motion caused Shampoo to flinch, before she recovered herself and realised the redhead wasn't making a move, yet. "You know the rules. Ye're gonna have to kill me, first." Ranma stated easily, as she rotated her neck to work out imagined kinks.

Shampoo's shoulders trembled, as she felt like crying; if her great-grandmother saw her now...

With a battlecry that sounded like a mix of drummed up fury, and despair, Shampoo charged at the seemingly impassive redhead.

Kasumi and Nabiki baulked, and felt close to vomiting, as they had never seen such brutality in their lives...
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Kasumi and Nabiki failed to announce their arrival, as they entered their home, feeling a little green around the gills. They made a beeline for the tearoom, and Nabiki sat down, across from her father at the tea table, while her older sister went into the kitchen to prepare to tea to settle their composures. Ranma followed shortly, carrying an unconcious girl on her shoulders.

"hey, Mr. Tendou, we're back," Ranma-chan announced, as the Tendou Patriarch stared at her with a neutral, but dumbfounded expression. "Mind if I use your phone book?"

Soun nodded, and pointed to under the Television stand, Ranma shifted the comatose girl on her shoulders slightly to bend down and retrieve the phone book. The redhead then sat down at the table, taking care to lay the lavender haired girl down gently, before flipping through the book, and pulling out her cell phone.

"What, what are you doing?" Nabiki asked through her queasiness.

"Look'n for a hotel to put her up in that speaks Mandarin Chinese," Ranma replied casually, "And a taxi company to get her there that does too."

"I... really think you should get her to a doctor, first," Kasumi replied, bringing in a tea set. Soun noticed how unsettled his eldest daughter looked.

His attention was drawn back to Ranma, as she spoke again, "Na, she doesn't need it..."

Soun turned his head back towards his eldest daughter, as she quickly raised her voice, "Doesn't need it? YOU PUT HER HEAD THROUGH A CONCRETE WALL!!!"

Soun turned back to Ranma. "So?" the redhead replied, "Never permenantly damaged her before."

"And if you're going to put her down a manhole," Nabiki commented above a mumble, as she wasn't feeling too well, "You could at least REMOVE the manhole cover, first."

"Hey, I wasn't TRYING to put her down a manhole!" Ranma retorted, as she finished dialing, and put the phone to her ear, "Yeah, anyone there speak Mandarin?"

"THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TRING to DO?!?" Kasumi almost screeched, infuriated by the casualness Ranma was displaying.

The cursed young man in question covered the mouthpiece of her free hand, "I just saw something metal on the ground, and I figured it wouldn't give when I was stomping on Shampoo here. Oh, you do? Good! I'm sending someone down you way, put her up in the best accomodations you can. Nothing's too good for a rival of mine! I'm the one paying, you nosy bastard!"

Soun looked between his distraught daughters, and his cursed house guest. After several glances both ways, he calmly picked up the newspaper he had already finished reading, and decided to forget completely the conversation he had just heard.