Ranma/ Tekken
'A Warring Concience'
The devil smiled in an unsettling leer that caused Kasumi to shift. He was enjoying the nervousness he was instilling in the young woman, but more really wanted to savor the...
"Aiyaahhhh."
Ah, yes, the dual cries of his two 'guardians', when they found him sitting in the tea room, across from Kasumi, savoring a very well blended jasmine and mint tea.
The two girls shifted nervously, as they started to bring their weapons to bare. They were very hesitant to make any moves against Devil-Ranma, particularly with him in such close proximity to the eldest Tendou Daughter.
The devil turned to them with a menacing glare, not even setting his mug of tea down, and made the decision wether to fight or stay their hand for them, "Sit."
As if it were a command they HAD to obey, the two twin sisters sat down; each on one of Kasumi's sides. Ranma continued to stare at them, addressing them once more, before returning his attention to Kasumi, "And put your weapons away. The two of you have manners, do you not?"
"I do not know how long it has been since I could be able to drink such lovely tea, I thank you." Ranma remained polite and courteous to his hostess, after deciding, on a whim, to indulge in her offer. There was something satisfactory about it, as he was sure she only offered with it being the only thing that could come to her terrified mind. He also found the opportunity for something else, a chance for future mischief that if carefully set, would leave him greatly rewarded over his nemesis within.
Kasumi's hands played over one another, as she held her mug. She was truly surprised to find the one Mr. Saotome, the two girls that sat on each side of her, and even her own sisters seemed to dreadfully fear accept her invitation with a grateful smile and a nod. She found herself relaxing a bit, maybe he wasn't as dangerous as they all presumed? "I'm glad you like it. It was our mother's recipe."
The devil fought to raise his eyebrow, noticing not even a slight of hesitation in her voice; his girl was interesting, if she could cover her fears so well. "I presume your mother's dead?"
It was blunt, precise, and painful blow to Kasumi; the way he said it with such a factual tone that seemed not to hold an iota of concern. "Yes, she died when I was young. I miss her very much, and wish to honor her memory with the love I still hold for her." Kasumi raised her eyes to stare at the devil, bringing him to notice the slightly glossy state from unshed tears.
He also didn't miss the implied anger at his reply; truly, even if she wasn't a fighter, she was of great intrest to him, "I apologise if I'm touching on a subject that is upsetting you."
Kasumi frowned, realizing he didn't either know what truly upset her, or didn't care. "Don't apologise," she stated in a firm tone that only allowed a glimmer of her irritation through, "I was the one that brought up the subject, not you."
The Devil nodded, "I do not even recall my mother. In fact, I haven't even thought of her for quite some time..."
Kasumi tilted her head to the side, "You don't remember your mother?"
Devil-Ranma smirked, and took a sip from his tea, before answering, "It isn't a concern now. She isn't part of my agenda at the moment. I will decide to seek her out if I ever deem it necessary." The two Amazon girls looked back and forth from the devil to Kasumi and back, as if they were watching a slow motion ping pong game.
"Don't you care to see your mother? To know if she's alive or not?" Kasumi enquired with a somewhat shocked tone, "She must miss you a great deal."
The devil snorted, "It's not important."
"Not important to Ranma, or you?" Kasumi asked in a tone of challenge.
Devil-Ranma bristled at the implication, "I *am* Ranma. Unlike with my other curse, I am fully in control of my wants and what I do."
"Other curse?" Kasumi parroted, confused, before realizing he was talking of his angel form. She then realized something, she felt so much less anxious around Ranma's current form than the other.
"Heh," The devil closed his eyes, drinking in the confusion of the three girls across the table, "She restrains me, even in my current form. She thinks she's doing me a favor, one imposed upon me without my consent."
"But you hurt people! You attempt to kill village!" Ran Ran challenged.
"Without Angel, you kill many more! Even stick boy!" Ling Ling continued.
The devil restrained a laugh, "How funny. Isn't it the nature of your tribe to thrive on battle? You are a village of warriors, who live and die for battle. I merely challenged you... all of you. As for the Kuno...sempai," the devil managed to say the addressment as if it were disgusting bile being rolled from his tongue, "It was he who attacked me, first. I have a right to defend myself from aggressors."
"Is different!" Ling Ling argued, "You devil! You-"
"And that's your argument? I'm the Devil?" Devil-Ranma no longer bothered to withold the robust roar that had built up inside himself, "Don't decieve yourself, trying to justify the losses to your tribe. They fought honorably... to an extent, and died valiantly. Then again, if they were stronger, the death aspect would be moot."
Both Amazons began to seeth, not realizing they were being baited. Kasumi didn't realize this either, but came to their rescue, "Is there nothing you live for, other than to hurt others? I... I pity you."
The devil's humor turned to heated anger. The snarl that crawled across his face like a wounded jackel sparked a shiver through Kasumi that held firmly to her being. "I do not want your pity, nor do I ever need it," he seethed, before calming somewhat, "And I do not live for hurting others, just one in particular."
"You father?"
The devil's face became empty of emotion, "No, I refer to the one who is truly responsible for my curse. A man who would throw a child to his death, for the only reason to satisfy a morbid curiosity to see if his heir was truly strong..." The devil's smile returned; a different smile from any Kasumi could ever become accustomed to. It was as feral as a wild animal's, yet cunning as the most deadly assassin, "He will soon learn how strong I've become. Even a volcano will not keep me from finishing him off. I'll make sure the cliff is higher, and toss him off of it several times to ensure I did it right this time."
It was the vehemance in which he spoke that gripped Kasumi's soul like a vice, "I... I didn't realize."
"It isn't anything you should concern yourself with," the devil interjected. He was rather dumbfounded to find himself revealing so much to the young woman. He couldn't comprehend why he felt the obligation to make the girl understand him. She was inconsequential, and soon he would be out of her life for good. There was no reason for him to explain himself.
"I... I cannot condone the slaughtering of anyone who has fallen by your hands, or even crippled by your actions," Kasumi retorted with a certain fire, "Their lives were ruined by your callousness. Did they deserve to die, just because you wished to fight them?"
The devil narrowed his eyes, but didn't verbally respond. Feeling power over the creature across from her, she continued, while staring directly into his eyes. "They were people who had a right to live, and not just for your entertainment. You wish vengence on this man who made you what you are right now?" Kasumi leaned back, and finished with a sorrowful tone, "He succeeded, even if you do kill him. You're already just like him."
"I AM NOT LIKE THAT BASTARD HEIHACHI! YOU WOULD DARE MAKE SUCH AN ASSUMPTION?!?" The devil had slammed his palms into the table, breaking it in half, while leaning forward into Kasumi's face. The eldest Tendou daughter stared back defiantly, while holding onto her cup of tea she had managed to save before her outburst. The two Amazons had jumped back, ready to retrieve their weapons in an instant. They were extremely shocked to see Kasumi staring down a creature capable of wiping out a village of the world's greatest warriors, and holding her own without fear.
Kasumi herself didn't even realize anything beyond her own anger, pity, and sorrow. Anger that this thing would treat other lives with such contempt, sorrow at his plight, and pity for not even caring what he became, other than being even compared to this Heihachi person.
"Is Heihachi your father? Because I do not believe you're Genma Saotome's son."
Ling Ling and Ran Ran pulled their weapons to the for, as the devil's expression became angrier. Suddenly, like a swift downpour washing oily water into the gutters of a desolate streetway, Devil-Ranma's expression changed from fury, to hearty humor by the way of soul-shaking laughter.
"Exellently played, Kasumi-chan," the devil complimented, sitting back, "I assure you, I am Ranma Saotome, but I will admit that my curse helps me to... view a different perspective that I find myself agreeing with a lot."
Devil-Ranma's head perked up, before his hand flashed. His left hand was now holding Kasumi's still rather warm tea, while his right hand slammed away a reacting Ran Ran, and his left wing slammed Ling Ling to the side. "I truly enjoyed this time with you, Kasumi-chan, but I'm afraid that we must keep this whole ordeal a secret." With that, he upended the contents of the mug onto his head.
'A Warring Concience'
The devil smiled in an unsettling leer that caused Kasumi to shift. He was enjoying the nervousness he was instilling in the young woman, but more really wanted to savor the...
"Aiyaahhhh."
Ah, yes, the dual cries of his two 'guardians', when they found him sitting in the tea room, across from Kasumi, savoring a very well blended jasmine and mint tea.
The two girls shifted nervously, as they started to bring their weapons to bare. They were very hesitant to make any moves against Devil-Ranma, particularly with him in such close proximity to the eldest Tendou Daughter.
The devil turned to them with a menacing glare, not even setting his mug of tea down, and made the decision wether to fight or stay their hand for them, "Sit."
As if it were a command they HAD to obey, the two twin sisters sat down; each on one of Kasumi's sides. Ranma continued to stare at them, addressing them once more, before returning his attention to Kasumi, "And put your weapons away. The two of you have manners, do you not?"
"I do not know how long it has been since I could be able to drink such lovely tea, I thank you." Ranma remained polite and courteous to his hostess, after deciding, on a whim, to indulge in her offer. There was something satisfactory about it, as he was sure she only offered with it being the only thing that could come to her terrified mind. He also found the opportunity for something else, a chance for future mischief that if carefully set, would leave him greatly rewarded over his nemesis within.
Kasumi's hands played over one another, as she held her mug. She was truly surprised to find the one Mr. Saotome, the two girls that sat on each side of her, and even her own sisters seemed to dreadfully fear accept her invitation with a grateful smile and a nod. She found herself relaxing a bit, maybe he wasn't as dangerous as they all presumed? "I'm glad you like it. It was our mother's recipe."
The devil fought to raise his eyebrow, noticing not even a slight of hesitation in her voice; his girl was interesting, if she could cover her fears so well. "I presume your mother's dead?"
It was blunt, precise, and painful blow to Kasumi; the way he said it with such a factual tone that seemed not to hold an iota of concern. "Yes, she died when I was young. I miss her very much, and wish to honor her memory with the love I still hold for her." Kasumi raised her eyes to stare at the devil, bringing him to notice the slightly glossy state from unshed tears.
He also didn't miss the implied anger at his reply; truly, even if she wasn't a fighter, she was of great intrest to him, "I apologise if I'm touching on a subject that is upsetting you."
Kasumi frowned, realizing he didn't either know what truly upset her, or didn't care. "Don't apologise," she stated in a firm tone that only allowed a glimmer of her irritation through, "I was the one that brought up the subject, not you."
The Devil nodded, "I do not even recall my mother. In fact, I haven't even thought of her for quite some time..."
Kasumi tilted her head to the side, "You don't remember your mother?"
Devil-Ranma smirked, and took a sip from his tea, before answering, "It isn't a concern now. She isn't part of my agenda at the moment. I will decide to seek her out if I ever deem it necessary." The two Amazon girls looked back and forth from the devil to Kasumi and back, as if they were watching a slow motion ping pong game.
"Don't you care to see your mother? To know if she's alive or not?" Kasumi enquired with a somewhat shocked tone, "She must miss you a great deal."
The devil snorted, "It's not important."
"Not important to Ranma, or you?" Kasumi asked in a tone of challenge.
Devil-Ranma bristled at the implication, "I *am* Ranma. Unlike with my other curse, I am fully in control of my wants and what I do."
"Other curse?" Kasumi parroted, confused, before realizing he was talking of his angel form. She then realized something, she felt so much less anxious around Ranma's current form than the other.
"Heh," The devil closed his eyes, drinking in the confusion of the three girls across the table, "She restrains me, even in my current form. She thinks she's doing me a favor, one imposed upon me without my consent."
"But you hurt people! You attempt to kill village!" Ran Ran challenged.
"Without Angel, you kill many more! Even stick boy!" Ling Ling continued.
The devil restrained a laugh, "How funny. Isn't it the nature of your tribe to thrive on battle? You are a village of warriors, who live and die for battle. I merely challenged you... all of you. As for the Kuno...sempai," the devil managed to say the addressment as if it were disgusting bile being rolled from his tongue, "It was he who attacked me, first. I have a right to defend myself from aggressors."
"Is different!" Ling Ling argued, "You devil! You-"
"And that's your argument? I'm the Devil?" Devil-Ranma no longer bothered to withold the robust roar that had built up inside himself, "Don't decieve yourself, trying to justify the losses to your tribe. They fought honorably... to an extent, and died valiantly. Then again, if they were stronger, the death aspect would be moot."
Both Amazons began to seeth, not realizing they were being baited. Kasumi didn't realize this either, but came to their rescue, "Is there nothing you live for, other than to hurt others? I... I pity you."
The devil's humor turned to heated anger. The snarl that crawled across his face like a wounded jackel sparked a shiver through Kasumi that held firmly to her being. "I do not want your pity, nor do I ever need it," he seethed, before calming somewhat, "And I do not live for hurting others, just one in particular."
"You father?"
The devil's face became empty of emotion, "No, I refer to the one who is truly responsible for my curse. A man who would throw a child to his death, for the only reason to satisfy a morbid curiosity to see if his heir was truly strong..." The devil's smile returned; a different smile from any Kasumi could ever become accustomed to. It was as feral as a wild animal's, yet cunning as the most deadly assassin, "He will soon learn how strong I've become. Even a volcano will not keep me from finishing him off. I'll make sure the cliff is higher, and toss him off of it several times to ensure I did it right this time."
It was the vehemance in which he spoke that gripped Kasumi's soul like a vice, "I... I didn't realize."
"It isn't anything you should concern yourself with," the devil interjected. He was rather dumbfounded to find himself revealing so much to the young woman. He couldn't comprehend why he felt the obligation to make the girl understand him. She was inconsequential, and soon he would be out of her life for good. There was no reason for him to explain himself.
"I... I cannot condone the slaughtering of anyone who has fallen by your hands, or even crippled by your actions," Kasumi retorted with a certain fire, "Their lives were ruined by your callousness. Did they deserve to die, just because you wished to fight them?"
The devil narrowed his eyes, but didn't verbally respond. Feeling power over the creature across from her, she continued, while staring directly into his eyes. "They were people who had a right to live, and not just for your entertainment. You wish vengence on this man who made you what you are right now?" Kasumi leaned back, and finished with a sorrowful tone, "He succeeded, even if you do kill him. You're already just like him."
"I AM NOT LIKE THAT BASTARD HEIHACHI! YOU WOULD DARE MAKE SUCH AN ASSUMPTION?!?" The devil had slammed his palms into the table, breaking it in half, while leaning forward into Kasumi's face. The eldest Tendou daughter stared back defiantly, while holding onto her cup of tea she had managed to save before her outburst. The two Amazons had jumped back, ready to retrieve their weapons in an instant. They were extremely shocked to see Kasumi staring down a creature capable of wiping out a village of the world's greatest warriors, and holding her own without fear.
Kasumi herself didn't even realize anything beyond her own anger, pity, and sorrow. Anger that this thing would treat other lives with such contempt, sorrow at his plight, and pity for not even caring what he became, other than being even compared to this Heihachi person.
"Is Heihachi your father? Because I do not believe you're Genma Saotome's son."
Ling Ling and Ran Ran pulled their weapons to the for, as the devil's expression became angrier. Suddenly, like a swift downpour washing oily water into the gutters of a desolate streetway, Devil-Ranma's expression changed from fury, to hearty humor by the way of soul-shaking laughter.
"Exellently played, Kasumi-chan," the devil complimented, sitting back, "I assure you, I am Ranma Saotome, but I will admit that my curse helps me to... view a different perspective that I find myself agreeing with a lot."
Devil-Ranma's head perked up, before his hand flashed. His left hand was now holding Kasumi's still rather warm tea, while his right hand slammed away a reacting Ran Ran, and his left wing slammed Ling Ling to the side. "I truly enjoyed this time with you, Kasumi-chan, but I'm afraid that we must keep this whole ordeal a secret." With that, he upended the contents of the mug onto his head.