Whooo, suffering a massive migrane headache when I wrote this, so forgive the lack of waxing poetry crap...
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Ranma/ Tekken
'A Warring Concience'
The fight was kept mostly on the ground, as Ranma would clearly have the advantage in the air. Genma grunted with exertion, but didn't allow it to show on his expression. Ranma herself held a smile symbolizing her enjoyment of the spar, as she had not been able to do this often with her father anymore.
"You're slowing down, old man!" Ranma chided, darting back from her father's hook kick. Genma didn't respond, choosing to keep his concentrated and stoic expression up fully, and launching on the offensive again. Ranma-chan pouted somewhat, as her father did not attempt to trade off banter, but chuckled slightly, when she spun away from his thrusting fist.
All members of the household, other than Kasumi and Soun, witness the fight with mixed emotions. They could all tell that it was something Ranma enjoyed, but it just seemed so wrong to see her in even a mock conflict.
Lin Lin and Ran Ran were thankful for Ranma's intervention, as the angel's father saught to pick up where they had left off the previous day, meaning their unindearing pain. Wether by Ranma's design or by chance, the were in gratitude to Ranma.
Ranma almost danced around her father's extremely fast attacks, which were getting increasingly faster as time went on. Genma's own expression was starting to darken, as he put more and more into it. Ranma herself seemed obvlivious to the change in her father's behavior.
"Should it be going this far?" Nabiki asked in a nervous tone.
"Is okay," Ran Ran placated, "Ranma and Sifu too, too great martial artists!" The expression on her face, when she turned to watch the fight, did not match her confidence.
Ranma smirked, as she slightly hopped over her father, who had committed to a lunge forward. She then flapped her wings once, to gain a second more of air-time, as her father attempted a foot sweep to where she would have landed. Making one of her few attempts at retaliation, Ranma dropped into her own foot sweep, catching Genma off-guard, and sending him to the ground. With an almost feral growl, Genma turned and lashed out a kick to Ranma's ribs from his prone position.
The angel deftly caught the kick, still smiling, "I think that's enough, good spar." She pretended not to notice the look of utter horror on her father's face. Ranma turned to her audience, "Let's go see if Kasumi's almost done with breakfast, I'm starving!"
With slow, concerned nods, everyone else left the dojo, followed by Ranma. Genma pulled himself into sitting, still with wide-eyed expression. He had come so close that time. Even if Ranma did easily guard against it...
Genma meditated to once again get his emotions back under the stern control he had erected since first experiencing Ranma's angelic presence.
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"I will see you two when you get back from school," Ranma stated, returning the hugs Nabiki and Akane saught from her. The angel backed away from the girls, motioning them to go about their way. Once they were beyond the front gates, Ranma sighed to herself, and decided it was time for a talk with her father.
She found him in front of the shougi board with his friend and training partner, and from the rather one-sided battle in Soun's favor, her father's mind wasn't completely on it.
"Fath-... Pop, mind if we talk a minute?" Ranma asked from a distance. Both martial artists looked up; both wearing startled expressions. Genma's eyes roamed the room, before coming to rest on is friend's. Soun misunderstood the plea.
"I have a few errands to run, take as long as you like." Soun quickly got up, and walked briskly for the front door. Lin Lin and Ran Ran walked from the kitchen from where they were assisting Kasumi to find out what was going on.
Genma fidgeted, as Ranma sat across from him, "I'm sorry."
Genma's eyes narrowed, "You're always apologizing, boy. Quit beating around the bush."
"You've been fighting me, and I never even noticed it," Ranma made sure not to meet her father's eyes, knowing the effects would be counter-productive to what she was trying to discover.
"Boy," Genma stated in his gruffest tone, "Every day since you've gotten that damn curse, it's been an uphill battle for anyone who gets near you. The only thing we can do now until we cure you, is to grin and bear it the best we can."
"But hiding your feelings isn't a good way to do it," Ranma's voice was almost pleading, "Even I can figure out that eventually, it's going to drive you crazy!"
"Ranma, I've been practicing the art for over thirty-five years," Genma replied solumnly, "I'll tell you right now, that it's only a matter of dicipline."
"The same dicipline that I saw falter during sparring today?" Ranma asked in a quiet, but understanding tone, "Eventually, you may even become a greater danger than my other half."
"Don't..." Genma blinked, before settling down, "Don't attempt to psycho-analyze me, boy. If you only knew the damn pressure I'm under from you. It's FAR more than your damn aura! Don't you get it?" Ranma slowly shook her head, making sure to keep her umpulse to stare her father down at bay, "The day before yesterday, when I had to fight you in your other form, I know damn well that one fight, one of use will not survive!"
Ranma's eyes snapped forward on their own accord, "Wha...?"
"If you can even fathom having to deal with the consideration of sanctioning your own child, like have had to TWICE now, we would not be having this discussion."
"How about you go out, take Soun and go have a few drinks and unwind," Ranma suggested, "I can't say I understand what you're going through, but I do know that you need to relax once in a while."
Genma gruffed, but then considered the idea. He turned to Ran Ran and Lin Lin, "You two, I can trust that we will not have a repeat of before?"
Ranma answered for them, "They'll be finding their own respite. I'll just be sitting in the guest room meditating. I have some of my own... issues I need to internally resolve." Ranma folded her hands in front of her, and looked down on the shougi table.
"Not an option," Genma counted in a commanding tone, "They will be by your side, as it is their duty."
"They do have their own lives, father."
"Is okay, Ranma, we honored to guard you!" Ran Ran interjected.
"Lin Lin no want to roam around smelly neighborhood," Lin Lin added.
Ranma sighed, "I understand. I don't think I will be in any danger in the guest room. But, if you like, you may check to ensure there aren't any hazards that could raise. After that, I would rather be alone." Both girls nodded, and rushed upstairs.
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Ranma folded her legs under her on the wood floor, and closed her eyes. Something still bothered her since the other night, and for the life of her, she could not decipher what it is. In moment's time, Ranma was away from conciousness.
Lin Lin and Ran Ran had looked on, and nodded, when they saw no danger. Both girls retired to the dojo for some training that was a bit... lighter than what they had forced to recieve.
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The Angel stared at the Devil firmly, "You speak that it will be me that brings the most harm to Ranma..." Her eyes hardened, "You will explain."
The Devil grinned ferally at the rather impotent threat, "I'm afraid that will have to wait..." his smile got even deeper, "I'm up now..."
"Wha-"
"Heh, water-magnet, my dear."
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Kasumi thought about what her sister had told her last night; thought long and hard. Ranma just scared her too much, and it wasn't something she could confront at the moment. Thankfully, Ranma herself said she understood, and for that, Kasumi was grateful.
She brushed the mop across the floor towards Akane's room, sliding her right foot back. There was a spot on the floor that made Kasumi frown. It wouldn't come up with a stroke, so she endeavered to put more force into it. As she bore down, her foot slid back, back into the bucket of mop water she had been using for a good portion of the household. The mop water that had cooled down.
Almost immidiately, Kasumi felt the bucket tip over, and swore to her self for her inattention. It was seeping under the door to the guest room, and quickly needed to be mopped up before it became too much of a problem.
Kasumi opened up the door, and gasped; coming face to face with another representation of her faith.
The devil's expression was cool, as he stared back at the girl. After several moments, which seemed like several eternities to Kasumi, the devil smiled in an unsettling way, "Kasumi," with his acknowledgement, he started towards the door, and out the room.
Kasumi stepped back, clutching her mop as if it were her only protection. With a deep breath to firm her will, Kasumi spoke, "Would... you like a cup of tea?"
The devil stopped, as he was passing Kasumi, and stared at her with an incredulous expression.
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Ranma/ Tekken
'A Warring Concience'
The fight was kept mostly on the ground, as Ranma would clearly have the advantage in the air. Genma grunted with exertion, but didn't allow it to show on his expression. Ranma herself held a smile symbolizing her enjoyment of the spar, as she had not been able to do this often with her father anymore.
"You're slowing down, old man!" Ranma chided, darting back from her father's hook kick. Genma didn't respond, choosing to keep his concentrated and stoic expression up fully, and launching on the offensive again. Ranma-chan pouted somewhat, as her father did not attempt to trade off banter, but chuckled slightly, when she spun away from his thrusting fist.
All members of the household, other than Kasumi and Soun, witness the fight with mixed emotions. They could all tell that it was something Ranma enjoyed, but it just seemed so wrong to see her in even a mock conflict.
Lin Lin and Ran Ran were thankful for Ranma's intervention, as the angel's father saught to pick up where they had left off the previous day, meaning their unindearing pain. Wether by Ranma's design or by chance, the were in gratitude to Ranma.
Ranma almost danced around her father's extremely fast attacks, which were getting increasingly faster as time went on. Genma's own expression was starting to darken, as he put more and more into it. Ranma herself seemed obvlivious to the change in her father's behavior.
"Should it be going this far?" Nabiki asked in a nervous tone.
"Is okay," Ran Ran placated, "Ranma and Sifu too, too great martial artists!" The expression on her face, when she turned to watch the fight, did not match her confidence.
Ranma smirked, as she slightly hopped over her father, who had committed to a lunge forward. She then flapped her wings once, to gain a second more of air-time, as her father attempted a foot sweep to where she would have landed. Making one of her few attempts at retaliation, Ranma dropped into her own foot sweep, catching Genma off-guard, and sending him to the ground. With an almost feral growl, Genma turned and lashed out a kick to Ranma's ribs from his prone position.
The angel deftly caught the kick, still smiling, "I think that's enough, good spar." She pretended not to notice the look of utter horror on her father's face. Ranma turned to her audience, "Let's go see if Kasumi's almost done with breakfast, I'm starving!"
With slow, concerned nods, everyone else left the dojo, followed by Ranma. Genma pulled himself into sitting, still with wide-eyed expression. He had come so close that time. Even if Ranma did easily guard against it...
Genma meditated to once again get his emotions back under the stern control he had erected since first experiencing Ranma's angelic presence.
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"I will see you two when you get back from school," Ranma stated, returning the hugs Nabiki and Akane saught from her. The angel backed away from the girls, motioning them to go about their way. Once they were beyond the front gates, Ranma sighed to herself, and decided it was time for a talk with her father.
She found him in front of the shougi board with his friend and training partner, and from the rather one-sided battle in Soun's favor, her father's mind wasn't completely on it.
"Fath-... Pop, mind if we talk a minute?" Ranma asked from a distance. Both martial artists looked up; both wearing startled expressions. Genma's eyes roamed the room, before coming to rest on is friend's. Soun misunderstood the plea.
"I have a few errands to run, take as long as you like." Soun quickly got up, and walked briskly for the front door. Lin Lin and Ran Ran walked from the kitchen from where they were assisting Kasumi to find out what was going on.
Genma fidgeted, as Ranma sat across from him, "I'm sorry."
Genma's eyes narrowed, "You're always apologizing, boy. Quit beating around the bush."
"You've been fighting me, and I never even noticed it," Ranma made sure not to meet her father's eyes, knowing the effects would be counter-productive to what she was trying to discover.
"Boy," Genma stated in his gruffest tone, "Every day since you've gotten that damn curse, it's been an uphill battle for anyone who gets near you. The only thing we can do now until we cure you, is to grin and bear it the best we can."
"But hiding your feelings isn't a good way to do it," Ranma's voice was almost pleading, "Even I can figure out that eventually, it's going to drive you crazy!"
"Ranma, I've been practicing the art for over thirty-five years," Genma replied solumnly, "I'll tell you right now, that it's only a matter of dicipline."
"The same dicipline that I saw falter during sparring today?" Ranma asked in a quiet, but understanding tone, "Eventually, you may even become a greater danger than my other half."
"Don't..." Genma blinked, before settling down, "Don't attempt to psycho-analyze me, boy. If you only knew the damn pressure I'm under from you. It's FAR more than your damn aura! Don't you get it?" Ranma slowly shook her head, making sure to keep her umpulse to stare her father down at bay, "The day before yesterday, when I had to fight you in your other form, I know damn well that one fight, one of use will not survive!"
Ranma's eyes snapped forward on their own accord, "Wha...?"
"If you can even fathom having to deal with the consideration of sanctioning your own child, like have had to TWICE now, we would not be having this discussion."
"How about you go out, take Soun and go have a few drinks and unwind," Ranma suggested, "I can't say I understand what you're going through, but I do know that you need to relax once in a while."
Genma gruffed, but then considered the idea. He turned to Ran Ran and Lin Lin, "You two, I can trust that we will not have a repeat of before?"
Ranma answered for them, "They'll be finding their own respite. I'll just be sitting in the guest room meditating. I have some of my own... issues I need to internally resolve." Ranma folded her hands in front of her, and looked down on the shougi table.
"Not an option," Genma counted in a commanding tone, "They will be by your side, as it is their duty."
"They do have their own lives, father."
"Is okay, Ranma, we honored to guard you!" Ran Ran interjected.
"Lin Lin no want to roam around smelly neighborhood," Lin Lin added.
Ranma sighed, "I understand. I don't think I will be in any danger in the guest room. But, if you like, you may check to ensure there aren't any hazards that could raise. After that, I would rather be alone." Both girls nodded, and rushed upstairs.
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Ranma folded her legs under her on the wood floor, and closed her eyes. Something still bothered her since the other night, and for the life of her, she could not decipher what it is. In moment's time, Ranma was away from conciousness.
Lin Lin and Ran Ran had looked on, and nodded, when they saw no danger. Both girls retired to the dojo for some training that was a bit... lighter than what they had forced to recieve.
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The Angel stared at the Devil firmly, "You speak that it will be me that brings the most harm to Ranma..." Her eyes hardened, "You will explain."
The Devil grinned ferally at the rather impotent threat, "I'm afraid that will have to wait..." his smile got even deeper, "I'm up now..."
"Wha-"
"Heh, water-magnet, my dear."
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Kasumi thought about what her sister had told her last night; thought long and hard. Ranma just scared her too much, and it wasn't something she could confront at the moment. Thankfully, Ranma herself said she understood, and for that, Kasumi was grateful.
She brushed the mop across the floor towards Akane's room, sliding her right foot back. There was a spot on the floor that made Kasumi frown. It wouldn't come up with a stroke, so she endeavered to put more force into it. As she bore down, her foot slid back, back into the bucket of mop water she had been using for a good portion of the household. The mop water that had cooled down.
Almost immidiately, Kasumi felt the bucket tip over, and swore to her self for her inattention. It was seeping under the door to the guest room, and quickly needed to be mopped up before it became too much of a problem.
Kasumi opened up the door, and gasped; coming face to face with another representation of her faith.
The devil's expression was cool, as he stared back at the girl. After several moments, which seemed like several eternities to Kasumi, the devil smiled in an unsettling way, "Kasumi," with his acknowledgement, he started towards the door, and out the room.
Kasumi stepped back, clutching her mop as if it were her only protection. With a deep breath to firm her will, Kasumi spoke, "Would... you like a cup of tea?"
The devil stopped, as he was passing Kasumi, and stared at her with an incredulous expression.