'Yet another Ranma-As-An-Orochi-Decendant Fic'
Ranma walked into the schoolyard, given wide birth as he was exiting from a good day at school. He was in a good mood, as he found himself rather relaxed for the first time in a while. He had stayed awake long enough in class to actually learn something, and when he got bored, nobody bothered him while he slept. Yep, it was a pretty damn fantastic day. All he needed now was a girl around his arm.
"How was your day, Ranma-kun!" Nabiki chirped with pep, causing everyone in the vicinity to stop what they were doing, and stare.
Ranma favored her with a smirk, "I ain't complain'n, not a bad day at all."
"I'm glad," the middle Tendou daughter replied, before wrapping herself around Ranma's arm. She celebrated victory inwardly, as Ranma didn't make any motion to shake her off.
The students of Furinkan began to give them even wider birth, allowing the couple to approach the school yard exit. Ranma stopped with a malicious grin on his face; there was one thing that would make this day absolutely perfect... well, two things, and he hoped Kasumi wouldn't need to get drunk again to be suseptable...
"What's-" Nabiki was cut off by the sound of a jet turbine rapidly approaching, before Ranma pushed her down and out of the way. Yamazaki then leaped into the other direction, just in time to allow what seemed like a wave of air in blue flames traveling along the ground, pass where he had been standing. It didn't come to a stop until it reached the steps of the highschool, pulverising them.
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Kasumi stared at the cigerette she swiped from her father's pack. She never considered them before, but thanks to Ranma...
Just as she was about to light it, the lavender haired girl she had met on the previous day landed before her. "Shampoo, good afternoon."
"Nihao..." Shampoo replied in a nervous tone, "Ranma is home?"
Sighing, and removing the cancerstick from her lips, Kasumi replied, "No, won't be back hopefully for a little while."
An immense relief washed over Shampoo, as she almost felt like giving praise to her ancestors for granting her this momentary respite from her impending ass-whumping. With a heavy collapse, she sat next to Kasumi, who raised an eyebrow, but scooted over to give the other girl space.
"Shampoo... Shampoo no want fight Ranma, but have to," Shampoo commented in a resigned tone.
"Then why do you bother?" Kasumi replied, staring over the stone wall that surrounded her home.
"Is law, Ranma beat Shampoo, now Shampoo have to kill. Ranma more likely kill Shampoo first."
"Obviously," Kasumi replied, "I don't think the boy even understands the meaning of 'restraint'."
Shampoo blinked, before turning to Kasumi, "You say 'boy'? As in, Shampoo fight boy-type Ranma?"
Realizing her mistake, Kasumi nodded, going along with it. The eldest Tendou daughter suddenly felt herself pulled to where Shampoo had been, as her own mass attempted to fill the vacuum left by Shampoo's sudden jolt.
"IS YOU CRAZY?!?" Shampoo screeched out, hugging the porch wall with her back, "SHAMPOO NO *EVER* FIGHT BOY-TYPE RANMA! HE *DANGEROUS*!!!"
Kasumi was rather surprised at the undisguised fear in the girl's eyes, "But... you fight girl-type Ranma all the time, isn't she just as dangerous?"
With maddened eyes, Shampoo rapidly shook her head, "No! Shampoo see boy-type Ranma fight once. Fight flaxen-haired boy Rock Howard. Shampoo no want piece of that..."
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"RANMA!"
The young man in question stared forward, as a blonde haired guy his age rushed at him from the gate exit, "NOW YOU'LL DIE!!!"
With a sadistic glee in his eyes, Ranma waited till the last second, before dodging to the side to evade a haymaker glowing with blue psychokinetic energy. The air pressure from the missed blow was enough to nearly knock several students standing several yards away head over heels. Immidiately, Ranma attempted to retaliate with left cross towards his new opponent's jaw, only to have the blonde haired boy duck, and rise into an uppercut.
Yamazaki just barely pulled back in time to miss having his head taken off, and leaned back in an attempt to drive his knee into the other young man.
The knee was caught with both of the blonde's hands, as he immidiately retaliated with an inside crescent kick to Ranma's jaw; the foot glowing with fierce blue energy causing him to spin around once on connection. Ranma refused to collapse from the boy's Dark Karate Counter, and retaliated with a counter of his own. Ranma's return attack connected, a dashing uppercut wrapped in a purple whirlwind of energy that sent the blonde flying six meters away.
"Rock..." Ranma stated, feeling his jaw, "That actually fucking hurt!" It was an understatement, as far as everyone could see, including Nabiki. She had seen Ranma take a blow from Shampoo, and it barely even caused him to acknowledge it. The blow the other guy connected with was enough to spin Ranma around, and nearly buckle him. What else caught Nabiki's attention was something she didn't truly believe was possible. Sure, her father used to boast about great martial arts masters doing such techniques, but as far as she knew, conclusive evidence was lacking, until now.
"Ki attacks?"
The boy named Rock came to knealing, as he felt his own jaw, "I'm not even done showing you pain! For the Hell you've put me through, I'll make you experience pain a thousandfold!"
Ranma grinned, after turning away, and spitting out a slight glob of blood that had began to pool in his bottom jaw, "Then let's get to beating the living shit out of each other!" To punctuate his readiness, ranma lifted up his hand almost lazily, before snapping it downward, popping the joints in his knuckles just from the whiplash.
Rock only had one answer for that, "REPPUKEN!"
Ranma evaded to the side, allowing the wave of power to rush past him once again. He never took his eyes off Rock, as the blonde leapt into the air, and suddenly darted at Ranma in a kick with his foot channelling massive amounts of psychoenergy, making him look like a falling comet.
Before he even connected, Ranma rolled backwards along the ground, allowing his opponent to crush the concrete walkway, leaving a crater with his impact. Before Rock recovered, Ranma jumped at him in a slight angle, slamming his outstretched foot into Rock's chin.
Ranma landed kneeling, and turned around, just in time to block Rock's charge with both hands radiating energy. The young Yamazaki was caught unawares by the second half of Rock's attack, as he spread his hands apart, buckling Ranma's almost dropped guard, and jacknifed into a kick that caught him in the chest.
Ranma landed hard on his back from Rock's Blue Piercing Panzer, before kicking himself back up, and checking his clothing, "You rip something, there ain't gonna be enough of you to fill an empty pixy stick..."
"That would be much more generous than what I intend to leave of you," Rock replied in a dangerous tone. With that, he raised his hand into the air, before shouting out, "HIMMILSCHER ATEM!"
Ranma looked up to find a blue meteor of energy about to crash into him...
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Kasumi stared wide-eyed at Shampoo as she recounted a fight that sounded more like World War Three than two teenagers battling it out, "They... and Ranma survived this?"
Shampoo nodded eagerly, finding herself endeared to someone who actually shared her incredulousness, instead of scoffing at her as if she were delusional. "Aiyaa! He do, and what worse..."
Kasumi leaned back, "It gets worse?"
Shampoo nodded again, but slowly, "That when Ranma get mad..."
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Every student was forced to cover their eyes from the second sun that had suddenly appeared in their midst. Rock stared forward, unphased by the brightness of his own energy. His stoic expression turned to a grin, as he saw the silouette of his opponent emerging from the blastcenter.
"Gods... he's still alive?" one student whispered in awe.
"He's... he's not human!"
"Neither of them are human!"
"You think they're mutants like in those American comics?"
"What's Ranma holding?"
"THAT, FUCKING. HURT!!!" Ranma screeched out, as he charged at Rock. The blonde haired boy seemed unphased at either Ranma's bellowing, his undamaged attire even after such a potent blast, or the nearly foot long knife Ranma was weilding. Rock dodged to the outside of Ranma's first wild swing, before ducking the second one. He then darted back from the third, and parried the gut stab Ranma attempted to the outside, and brought his hand into Ranma's stomach.
Ranma was sent rolling along the ground, as Rock leapt into the air, "THIS TIME, RANMA, I'LL FINISH THIS BETWEEN US!"
"I'm kicking your ass FLAT, Bastard!" Ranma leapt up to meet his opponent in the air. As he did so, Rock's eyes went wide, once he realized his mistake.
The air tradeoff was quick, and not in the blonde's favor. Ranma's base dicipline specialized in air combat, and while Rock wasn't a slouch in that department, he tended to favor the ground more, that could also be the reason he was planted almost a half a foot into it at the moment.
Ranma landed after kicking Rock back to earth, and attempted to stomp on the downed boy. Rock was well familiar with Ranma's brutal tactics, and rolled away. As Ranma's foot came down, the toe of Rock's Wingtip caught the ankle, placing Ranma off-balance for a moment. Captitalizing on the advantage, Rock recovered his footing, and spun into a roundhouse kick.
Yamazaki caught the blow in his shoulder defensively, and attempted to retaliate with a rising ax kick. Rock faded to the side of it, and tried to counter with a thrust kick that never met it's target, as Ranma's raised leg descended on Rock's outstretched thigh.
"Ah!" Rock buckled to his knees from the impact, sensing the danger in his prone position. Ranma brought his right fist down to Rock's jaw for a knockout blow, only to have it caught against the kneeling boy's forearm, and used to flip him to the ground.
With a burst of desperate energy, Rock quickly stood after countering Ranma with his father's style joudan. Just as Ranma was getting to his feet, Rock brought his hands up into the air...
"RAGIIINNNNNGGGGG STOOOOORRRRRMMMMMM!!!!"
If the lightshow from Rock's previous power attack was impressive, the swirling tempest of furious energy was godly. Any spectators within a ten yard radius, or anything inanimate, was blasted away by what looked like a massive blue bonfire amidst a hurricane. It was so powerful, so destructive, it almost lasted half a minute in its potency.
As the Raging Storm receeded, Rock stood from its epicenter wearily. Even in his exhaustion, his victorious smirk was strong, "Rest in pieces and ashes, Ranma Yamazaki..."
He turned to leave, and froze in place. Just outside of where the circumference of the main blast zone had been, stood Ranma with his right hand in his pants pocket, and his left hand still outstretched from using Rock's final attack to file down his nails. The son of Ryuji and Nodoka inspected the rather admirable manicure the blast gave him, before shifting his eyes up to Rock without moving his head, "You done yet?" Not waiting for an answer, Ranma rushed at his tired opponent.
"NO!" Rock screamed in horror, before he was submitted to the most brutal beating Furinkan had ever bore witness to.
Ranma walked into the schoolyard, given wide birth as he was exiting from a good day at school. He was in a good mood, as he found himself rather relaxed for the first time in a while. He had stayed awake long enough in class to actually learn something, and when he got bored, nobody bothered him while he slept. Yep, it was a pretty damn fantastic day. All he needed now was a girl around his arm.
"How was your day, Ranma-kun!" Nabiki chirped with pep, causing everyone in the vicinity to stop what they were doing, and stare.
Ranma favored her with a smirk, "I ain't complain'n, not a bad day at all."
"I'm glad," the middle Tendou daughter replied, before wrapping herself around Ranma's arm. She celebrated victory inwardly, as Ranma didn't make any motion to shake her off.
The students of Furinkan began to give them even wider birth, allowing the couple to approach the school yard exit. Ranma stopped with a malicious grin on his face; there was one thing that would make this day absolutely perfect... well, two things, and he hoped Kasumi wouldn't need to get drunk again to be suseptable...
"What's-" Nabiki was cut off by the sound of a jet turbine rapidly approaching, before Ranma pushed her down and out of the way. Yamazaki then leaped into the other direction, just in time to allow what seemed like a wave of air in blue flames traveling along the ground, pass where he had been standing. It didn't come to a stop until it reached the steps of the highschool, pulverising them.
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Kasumi stared at the cigerette she swiped from her father's pack. She never considered them before, but thanks to Ranma...
Just as she was about to light it, the lavender haired girl she had met on the previous day landed before her. "Shampoo, good afternoon."
"Nihao..." Shampoo replied in a nervous tone, "Ranma is home?"
Sighing, and removing the cancerstick from her lips, Kasumi replied, "No, won't be back hopefully for a little while."
An immense relief washed over Shampoo, as she almost felt like giving praise to her ancestors for granting her this momentary respite from her impending ass-whumping. With a heavy collapse, she sat next to Kasumi, who raised an eyebrow, but scooted over to give the other girl space.
"Shampoo... Shampoo no want fight Ranma, but have to," Shampoo commented in a resigned tone.
"Then why do you bother?" Kasumi replied, staring over the stone wall that surrounded her home.
"Is law, Ranma beat Shampoo, now Shampoo have to kill. Ranma more likely kill Shampoo first."
"Obviously," Kasumi replied, "I don't think the boy even understands the meaning of 'restraint'."
Shampoo blinked, before turning to Kasumi, "You say 'boy'? As in, Shampoo fight boy-type Ranma?"
Realizing her mistake, Kasumi nodded, going along with it. The eldest Tendou daughter suddenly felt herself pulled to where Shampoo had been, as her own mass attempted to fill the vacuum left by Shampoo's sudden jolt.
"IS YOU CRAZY?!?" Shampoo screeched out, hugging the porch wall with her back, "SHAMPOO NO *EVER* FIGHT BOY-TYPE RANMA! HE *DANGEROUS*!!!"
Kasumi was rather surprised at the undisguised fear in the girl's eyes, "But... you fight girl-type Ranma all the time, isn't she just as dangerous?"
With maddened eyes, Shampoo rapidly shook her head, "No! Shampoo see boy-type Ranma fight once. Fight flaxen-haired boy Rock Howard. Shampoo no want piece of that..."
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"RANMA!"
The young man in question stared forward, as a blonde haired guy his age rushed at him from the gate exit, "NOW YOU'LL DIE!!!"
With a sadistic glee in his eyes, Ranma waited till the last second, before dodging to the side to evade a haymaker glowing with blue psychokinetic energy. The air pressure from the missed blow was enough to nearly knock several students standing several yards away head over heels. Immidiately, Ranma attempted to retaliate with left cross towards his new opponent's jaw, only to have the blonde haired boy duck, and rise into an uppercut.
Yamazaki just barely pulled back in time to miss having his head taken off, and leaned back in an attempt to drive his knee into the other young man.
The knee was caught with both of the blonde's hands, as he immidiately retaliated with an inside crescent kick to Ranma's jaw; the foot glowing with fierce blue energy causing him to spin around once on connection. Ranma refused to collapse from the boy's Dark Karate Counter, and retaliated with a counter of his own. Ranma's return attack connected, a dashing uppercut wrapped in a purple whirlwind of energy that sent the blonde flying six meters away.
"Rock..." Ranma stated, feeling his jaw, "That actually fucking hurt!" It was an understatement, as far as everyone could see, including Nabiki. She had seen Ranma take a blow from Shampoo, and it barely even caused him to acknowledge it. The blow the other guy connected with was enough to spin Ranma around, and nearly buckle him. What else caught Nabiki's attention was something she didn't truly believe was possible. Sure, her father used to boast about great martial arts masters doing such techniques, but as far as she knew, conclusive evidence was lacking, until now.
"Ki attacks?"
The boy named Rock came to knealing, as he felt his own jaw, "I'm not even done showing you pain! For the Hell you've put me through, I'll make you experience pain a thousandfold!"
Ranma grinned, after turning away, and spitting out a slight glob of blood that had began to pool in his bottom jaw, "Then let's get to beating the living shit out of each other!" To punctuate his readiness, ranma lifted up his hand almost lazily, before snapping it downward, popping the joints in his knuckles just from the whiplash.
Rock only had one answer for that, "REPPUKEN!"
Ranma evaded to the side, allowing the wave of power to rush past him once again. He never took his eyes off Rock, as the blonde leapt into the air, and suddenly darted at Ranma in a kick with his foot channelling massive amounts of psychoenergy, making him look like a falling comet.
Before he even connected, Ranma rolled backwards along the ground, allowing his opponent to crush the concrete walkway, leaving a crater with his impact. Before Rock recovered, Ranma jumped at him in a slight angle, slamming his outstretched foot into Rock's chin.
Ranma landed kneeling, and turned around, just in time to block Rock's charge with both hands radiating energy. The young Yamazaki was caught unawares by the second half of Rock's attack, as he spread his hands apart, buckling Ranma's almost dropped guard, and jacknifed into a kick that caught him in the chest.
Ranma landed hard on his back from Rock's Blue Piercing Panzer, before kicking himself back up, and checking his clothing, "You rip something, there ain't gonna be enough of you to fill an empty pixy stick..."
"That would be much more generous than what I intend to leave of you," Rock replied in a dangerous tone. With that, he raised his hand into the air, before shouting out, "HIMMILSCHER ATEM!"
Ranma looked up to find a blue meteor of energy about to crash into him...
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Kasumi stared wide-eyed at Shampoo as she recounted a fight that sounded more like World War Three than two teenagers battling it out, "They... and Ranma survived this?"
Shampoo nodded eagerly, finding herself endeared to someone who actually shared her incredulousness, instead of scoffing at her as if she were delusional. "Aiyaa! He do, and what worse..."
Kasumi leaned back, "It gets worse?"
Shampoo nodded again, but slowly, "That when Ranma get mad..."
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Every student was forced to cover their eyes from the second sun that had suddenly appeared in their midst. Rock stared forward, unphased by the brightness of his own energy. His stoic expression turned to a grin, as he saw the silouette of his opponent emerging from the blastcenter.
"Gods... he's still alive?" one student whispered in awe.
"He's... he's not human!"
"Neither of them are human!"
"You think they're mutants like in those American comics?"
"What's Ranma holding?"
"THAT, FUCKING. HURT!!!" Ranma screeched out, as he charged at Rock. The blonde haired boy seemed unphased at either Ranma's bellowing, his undamaged attire even after such a potent blast, or the nearly foot long knife Ranma was weilding. Rock dodged to the outside of Ranma's first wild swing, before ducking the second one. He then darted back from the third, and parried the gut stab Ranma attempted to the outside, and brought his hand into Ranma's stomach.
Ranma was sent rolling along the ground, as Rock leapt into the air, "THIS TIME, RANMA, I'LL FINISH THIS BETWEEN US!"
"I'm kicking your ass FLAT, Bastard!" Ranma leapt up to meet his opponent in the air. As he did so, Rock's eyes went wide, once he realized his mistake.
The air tradeoff was quick, and not in the blonde's favor. Ranma's base dicipline specialized in air combat, and while Rock wasn't a slouch in that department, he tended to favor the ground more, that could also be the reason he was planted almost a half a foot into it at the moment.
Ranma landed after kicking Rock back to earth, and attempted to stomp on the downed boy. Rock was well familiar with Ranma's brutal tactics, and rolled away. As Ranma's foot came down, the toe of Rock's Wingtip caught the ankle, placing Ranma off-balance for a moment. Captitalizing on the advantage, Rock recovered his footing, and spun into a roundhouse kick.
Yamazaki caught the blow in his shoulder defensively, and attempted to retaliate with a rising ax kick. Rock faded to the side of it, and tried to counter with a thrust kick that never met it's target, as Ranma's raised leg descended on Rock's outstretched thigh.
"Ah!" Rock buckled to his knees from the impact, sensing the danger in his prone position. Ranma brought his right fist down to Rock's jaw for a knockout blow, only to have it caught against the kneeling boy's forearm, and used to flip him to the ground.
With a burst of desperate energy, Rock quickly stood after countering Ranma with his father's style joudan. Just as Ranma was getting to his feet, Rock brought his hands up into the air...
"RAGIIINNNNNGGGGG STOOOOORRRRRMMMMMM!!!!"
If the lightshow from Rock's previous power attack was impressive, the swirling tempest of furious energy was godly. Any spectators within a ten yard radius, or anything inanimate, was blasted away by what looked like a massive blue bonfire amidst a hurricane. It was so powerful, so destructive, it almost lasted half a minute in its potency.
As the Raging Storm receeded, Rock stood from its epicenter wearily. Even in his exhaustion, his victorious smirk was strong, "Rest in pieces and ashes, Ranma Yamazaki..."
He turned to leave, and froze in place. Just outside of where the circumference of the main blast zone had been, stood Ranma with his right hand in his pants pocket, and his left hand still outstretched from using Rock's final attack to file down his nails. The son of Ryuji and Nodoka inspected the rather admirable manicure the blast gave him, before shifting his eyes up to Rock without moving his head, "You done yet?" Not waiting for an answer, Ranma rushed at his tired opponent.
"NO!" Rock screamed in horror, before he was submitted to the most brutal beating Furinkan had ever bore witness to.