'Yet another Ranma-as-an-Orochi-Descendant Fic'
Nabiki decided it was best this time not to walk arm and arm with Ranma. Her worries were probably unfounded, from the way Yamazaki was smirking to himself in satisfaction, but the Ungodly brutality he had just partook in more than slightly unsettled Nabiki.
True, what he had seen him do to Shampoo was ludicrous, but what was done to Rock... was far... too... graphic.
Ranma's smirk faded a bit from his growing irritation, "Damn it! If you don't stop making fucking wretching noises behind my back..."
"Sorry, sorry," Nabiki replied, doubled over with her hands on her knees, trying to steady her breath. Once she had calmed down by thinking of lovely oceans of multi-national currency, Nabiki started the conversation again, "Who was that guy, Rock?"
Ranma tilted his head, as if trying to work out a crick in his neck, "Rock Howard, punk's been bothering me for fuck knows how long. Irritating bastard, but is fun for a shitkicking or two."
"I was aware of his deification," Nabiki whispered, once again attempting not to vomit, "No need to mention it again, Yamazaki. But why does he have it in for you so bad?"
At the question, Ranma's sneer appeared on his face, as his eyes darkened violently, causing Nabiki to step back in sheer terror.
"Beats the hell outta me..." Ranma replied, shrugging, and the continuing on his way back to the Tendou household. Nabiki was left grumbling into the sidewalk that a gentleman would at least help a girl up after a face fault.
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Rock awoke on a hospital bed, groaned, and snapped his arm up, popping his elbow joint back into place. He didn't even scream out in pain, well accustomed to dealing with the results of Ranma's 'treatments'. As he worked his leg to make sure it was attached since he couldn't feel it at the moment, the blonde haired young man grumbled; yet another defeat by that Bastard Yamazaki. They will all add up to make his ultimate victory all that much sweeter.
"You shouldn't fight with him, you know? You'll only end up dead."
"Who...?" Rock turned to find a girl about his age with long raven hair, staring concerned at him from her seat by his bed.
"Ranma's not an opponent to take lightly, or take at all. My advise is just to avoid him at all costs."
"And who are you to tell me this?" Rock demanded, ignoring his throbbing headache that strangely felt like the rhythm of Ranma's trademark stomping.
"Akane Tendou," the girl replied, "I was the one that dragged you to the nurse's office. This bed's usually reserved for Kuno."
"Thanks, but there's no way I can quit until I've put Ranma Yamazaki in his place.. six feet underground!"
"I have a suspicion you'll end up there, first," Akane replied with a half lidded stare, before her expression turned back to one of concern, "Why are you insistant on fighting him? Ranma's more than just a dangerous opponent!"
Rock's own eyes narrowed in rememberance, "Because of that Bastard, my life has been HELL!!!"
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A five year old blonde haired boy kept his swollen and bruised face down to the ground, unable to look up at his father.
"So, Yamazaki's boy was the one that beat you up?" the scowling blonde man in a business suit asked in a deceptively calm tone. Unable to verbally answer, Rock nodded silently.
His father snorted, and he could hear him getting out of his plush seat. Rock looked up slightly to see his father looking out at the skyline of Southtown from his highrise office, "Boy, you disappoint me. My own flesh and blood getting his ass handed to him by the brat of a common street thug..."
Rock didn't attempt to defend himself, only managing to get his seriously mangled face into a faint resemblence of a scowl. "Boy, if I don't hear from the principle's office within a week that you are being expelled for beating the Hell out of Yamazaki's kid, I won't be happy."
Once again, Rock nodded, determined not to let his father down...
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"OW! STOP IT! UNCLE, UNCLE!!!" Rock screamed out. Unfortunately, Ranma's wild laughing drowned out his pleas.
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Geese Howard sighed, as he looked at his son with distain, "I guess I'm going to have to begin training you..."
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Rock slowly crawled, clawing at the ground with his hands, using every lasting bit of his energy in an attempt to escape after Ranma turned away from what he presumed was a comatose blonde boy. Unfortunately, Ranma noticed...
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"You're worthless, you know that, boy?" Geese Howard said in a dry tone, as he wheeled his son out of the hospital on a wheelchair.
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Ranma stood there, shocked, allowing Rock to get another hit in. The blonde heir of Geese Howard couldn't believe it himself, he had actually managed to hit Ranma twice before he could ever recieve one.
At the roundhouse kick Rock landed against Ranma's jaw, the ponytailed boy's head snapped back heavily, sending him teetering backwards. Rock watched with gleeful anticipation; he managed to beat Ranma with only two blows!
Unfortunately, his delusion was shattered, as Ranma's head snapped back forward, with his face wearing an extremely disturbing grin...
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"Damn it, boy!" Geese growled from the chair next to the bed currently inhabited by a six-year old mummy, "This hospital stay's coming out of your allowance!"
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Geese was replaced by an incredulous Akane Tendou, as she listened to Rock account for every beating he suffered from elementary school. She snapped back to attention, when she realized he was no longer wining about the multitudes of asskickings he had recieved.
"Since then, after my Father's unfortunate demise... may the insensitive asshole rest in a mop bucket... my uncle and his best friend had taken it upon themselves to train me in abilities I had apparently inherited from both my mother and father, as well as continue my training in my father's martial arts school, as well as Dark Karate and my Uncle's own personal style. I had decreed to them that I would not rest until I had finished off Ranma Yamazaki, and restored my honor."
"There's no honor in this pointless death, you know?" Akane replied, shaking her head.
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The young man stood on his roof, continuing to smoke his cigerette, and remaining undaunted by the imposing, glowing figure standing on the roof of the nearby building with his shorter, femenine companion.
The red-headed boy took a slow drag of his cigerette, being careful not to get the fluttering ash on his blood red dress shirt and black dress vest. "I'm not interested in joining your little party. So fuck off."
The silver haired man seemed unperturbed by the response, "It's not your choice. Your mother was a true Orochi-born, Narcus Vice, and you inherited her legacy. You'll continue her destiny, as it was incomplete."
"Didn't even know my mother, she was killed by some rockstar. I owe her nothing." Narcus responded, blowing smoke rings into the night sky.
"Not even revenge? Would you like to avenge her by destroying the one that caused your mother's demise? Iori Yagami?" The silver haired man enquired. The pupils of his serpentine eyes narrowed into verticle slits, awaiting the reply.
"So it was Iori, huh?" Narcus commented, throwing the completely expired cigerette butt to the ground, and reaching for another one. His left index finger flared up in an etheral, violet flame that seemed more ghostly than physical, almost forming an elongated skull, and used it to light the new cigerette, "If I wanted, I can do it on my own."
"It's not wise to turn me down," Orochi stated, coldly, "It will bring you a world of harm."
"Was that a threat?" Narcus asked, calmly, undaunted, not even looking in his direction.
Instead of becoming angry, Orochi laughed, and turned to his companion, "Lucia, why don't you show our soon to be companion what he shall gain, when he joins us..."
The twelve year old girl that stood next to him snarled, as her blue hair turned purple. Narcus folded his arms over his chest, standing braced for a fight with his cigerette being held by the index and thumb of his right hand; his standard fighting stance. He didn't even see the girl name Lucia leap at him...
The midnight sky of Lisbin, Portugal was suddenly lit up by a maroon sun that suddenly grew within.
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The passengers of the plane, along with the steward and stewardesses... and the pilots... quickly rushed off the plane, quickly trying to removed themselves from the vicinity of the psycho that had flown the friendly airways with them, making the skys quite a bit less friendly.
Ryuji Yamazaki sniffed the Tokyo air for the first time in a long while, and gagged; it stank almost as bad as the air in Hong Kong. Ah well, he wasn't there for business, just the pleasure of finding his son, and beating the hell out of his so-called martial arts instructor for making them worry.
Okay, so they weren't ALL that worried, but it would be fun beating Genmas ass just for old times sake. Looking through the folder in hand, Ryuji snorted, figuring where he was going to need to be. "Hmph, North-west Tokyo area. DAMN IT! WHAT THE FUCK'S UP THERE?!?"
Ignoring the suddenly cowling bystanders of the terminal, Ryuji sighed, and went to luggage claim to retrieve his stuff. He decided the longer he had to stay, the harder he was going to have to beat Saotome.
Nabiki decided it was best this time not to walk arm and arm with Ranma. Her worries were probably unfounded, from the way Yamazaki was smirking to himself in satisfaction, but the Ungodly brutality he had just partook in more than slightly unsettled Nabiki.
True, what he had seen him do to Shampoo was ludicrous, but what was done to Rock... was far... too... graphic.
Ranma's smirk faded a bit from his growing irritation, "Damn it! If you don't stop making fucking wretching noises behind my back..."
"Sorry, sorry," Nabiki replied, doubled over with her hands on her knees, trying to steady her breath. Once she had calmed down by thinking of lovely oceans of multi-national currency, Nabiki started the conversation again, "Who was that guy, Rock?"
Ranma tilted his head, as if trying to work out a crick in his neck, "Rock Howard, punk's been bothering me for fuck knows how long. Irritating bastard, but is fun for a shitkicking or two."
"I was aware of his deification," Nabiki whispered, once again attempting not to vomit, "No need to mention it again, Yamazaki. But why does he have it in for you so bad?"
At the question, Ranma's sneer appeared on his face, as his eyes darkened violently, causing Nabiki to step back in sheer terror.
"Beats the hell outta me..." Ranma replied, shrugging, and the continuing on his way back to the Tendou household. Nabiki was left grumbling into the sidewalk that a gentleman would at least help a girl up after a face fault.
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Rock awoke on a hospital bed, groaned, and snapped his arm up, popping his elbow joint back into place. He didn't even scream out in pain, well accustomed to dealing with the results of Ranma's 'treatments'. As he worked his leg to make sure it was attached since he couldn't feel it at the moment, the blonde haired young man grumbled; yet another defeat by that Bastard Yamazaki. They will all add up to make his ultimate victory all that much sweeter.
"You shouldn't fight with him, you know? You'll only end up dead."
"Who...?" Rock turned to find a girl about his age with long raven hair, staring concerned at him from her seat by his bed.
"Ranma's not an opponent to take lightly, or take at all. My advise is just to avoid him at all costs."
"And who are you to tell me this?" Rock demanded, ignoring his throbbing headache that strangely felt like the rhythm of Ranma's trademark stomping.
"Akane Tendou," the girl replied, "I was the one that dragged you to the nurse's office. This bed's usually reserved for Kuno."
"Thanks, but there's no way I can quit until I've put Ranma Yamazaki in his place.. six feet underground!"
"I have a suspicion you'll end up there, first," Akane replied with a half lidded stare, before her expression turned back to one of concern, "Why are you insistant on fighting him? Ranma's more than just a dangerous opponent!"
Rock's own eyes narrowed in rememberance, "Because of that Bastard, my life has been HELL!!!"
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A five year old blonde haired boy kept his swollen and bruised face down to the ground, unable to look up at his father.
"So, Yamazaki's boy was the one that beat you up?" the scowling blonde man in a business suit asked in a deceptively calm tone. Unable to verbally answer, Rock nodded silently.
His father snorted, and he could hear him getting out of his plush seat. Rock looked up slightly to see his father looking out at the skyline of Southtown from his highrise office, "Boy, you disappoint me. My own flesh and blood getting his ass handed to him by the brat of a common street thug..."
Rock didn't attempt to defend himself, only managing to get his seriously mangled face into a faint resemblence of a scowl. "Boy, if I don't hear from the principle's office within a week that you are being expelled for beating the Hell out of Yamazaki's kid, I won't be happy."
Once again, Rock nodded, determined not to let his father down...
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"OW! STOP IT! UNCLE, UNCLE!!!" Rock screamed out. Unfortunately, Ranma's wild laughing drowned out his pleas.
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Geese Howard sighed, as he looked at his son with distain, "I guess I'm going to have to begin training you..."
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Rock slowly crawled, clawing at the ground with his hands, using every lasting bit of his energy in an attempt to escape after Ranma turned away from what he presumed was a comatose blonde boy. Unfortunately, Ranma noticed...
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"You're worthless, you know that, boy?" Geese Howard said in a dry tone, as he wheeled his son out of the hospital on a wheelchair.
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Ranma stood there, shocked, allowing Rock to get another hit in. The blonde heir of Geese Howard couldn't believe it himself, he had actually managed to hit Ranma twice before he could ever recieve one.
At the roundhouse kick Rock landed against Ranma's jaw, the ponytailed boy's head snapped back heavily, sending him teetering backwards. Rock watched with gleeful anticipation; he managed to beat Ranma with only two blows!
Unfortunately, his delusion was shattered, as Ranma's head snapped back forward, with his face wearing an extremely disturbing grin...
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"Damn it, boy!" Geese growled from the chair next to the bed currently inhabited by a six-year old mummy, "This hospital stay's coming out of your allowance!"
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Geese was replaced by an incredulous Akane Tendou, as she listened to Rock account for every beating he suffered from elementary school. She snapped back to attention, when she realized he was no longer wining about the multitudes of asskickings he had recieved.
"Since then, after my Father's unfortunate demise... may the insensitive asshole rest in a mop bucket... my uncle and his best friend had taken it upon themselves to train me in abilities I had apparently inherited from both my mother and father, as well as continue my training in my father's martial arts school, as well as Dark Karate and my Uncle's own personal style. I had decreed to them that I would not rest until I had finished off Ranma Yamazaki, and restored my honor."
"There's no honor in this pointless death, you know?" Akane replied, shaking her head.
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The young man stood on his roof, continuing to smoke his cigerette, and remaining undaunted by the imposing, glowing figure standing on the roof of the nearby building with his shorter, femenine companion.
The red-headed boy took a slow drag of his cigerette, being careful not to get the fluttering ash on his blood red dress shirt and black dress vest. "I'm not interested in joining your little party. So fuck off."
The silver haired man seemed unperturbed by the response, "It's not your choice. Your mother was a true Orochi-born, Narcus Vice, and you inherited her legacy. You'll continue her destiny, as it was incomplete."
"Didn't even know my mother, she was killed by some rockstar. I owe her nothing." Narcus responded, blowing smoke rings into the night sky.
"Not even revenge? Would you like to avenge her by destroying the one that caused your mother's demise? Iori Yagami?" The silver haired man enquired. The pupils of his serpentine eyes narrowed into verticle slits, awaiting the reply.
"So it was Iori, huh?" Narcus commented, throwing the completely expired cigerette butt to the ground, and reaching for another one. His left index finger flared up in an etheral, violet flame that seemed more ghostly than physical, almost forming an elongated skull, and used it to light the new cigerette, "If I wanted, I can do it on my own."
"It's not wise to turn me down," Orochi stated, coldly, "It will bring you a world of harm."
"Was that a threat?" Narcus asked, calmly, undaunted, not even looking in his direction.
Instead of becoming angry, Orochi laughed, and turned to his companion, "Lucia, why don't you show our soon to be companion what he shall gain, when he joins us..."
The twelve year old girl that stood next to him snarled, as her blue hair turned purple. Narcus folded his arms over his chest, standing braced for a fight with his cigerette being held by the index and thumb of his right hand; his standard fighting stance. He didn't even see the girl name Lucia leap at him...
The midnight sky of Lisbin, Portugal was suddenly lit up by a maroon sun that suddenly grew within.
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The passengers of the plane, along with the steward and stewardesses... and the pilots... quickly rushed off the plane, quickly trying to removed themselves from the vicinity of the psycho that had flown the friendly airways with them, making the skys quite a bit less friendly.
Ryuji Yamazaki sniffed the Tokyo air for the first time in a long while, and gagged; it stank almost as bad as the air in Hong Kong. Ah well, he wasn't there for business, just the pleasure of finding his son, and beating the hell out of his so-called martial arts instructor for making them worry.
Okay, so they weren't ALL that worried, but it would be fun beating Genmas ass just for old times sake. Looking through the folder in hand, Ryuji snorted, figuring where he was going to need to be. "Hmph, North-west Tokyo area. DAMN IT! WHAT THE FUCK'S UP THERE?!?"
Ignoring the suddenly cowling bystanders of the terminal, Ryuji sighed, and went to luggage claim to retrieve his stuff. He decided the longer he had to stay, the harder he was going to have to beat Saotome.