A New Technique
a Ranma 1/2 Spamfic by Bjorn 1/2 copyright 1987, 1999 by Takahashi Rumiko.
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"Pretty impressive, Ranma," Nabiki commented as she glanced at Akane's body on the dojo floor, head twisted at an impossible angle. "How'd you do it"
Ranma gave her a look. "Um... I reached out, grabbed her chin and the base of her skull, and"
"Funny, Ranma, funny," she interrupted. "No, really, how did you do it? Stunt dummies? Sleight of hand? Pressure points? What"
The look intensified. "I broke her neck. What part of this are ya having problems with"
Nabiki sighed, caught his eyes, and then froze. "You're not kidding, are you"
"Nope"
"It's not a trick. You actually killed Akane"
"Well, I hope so. Breakin' the neck usually does that"
"Why"
"Well, she'll get better, right"
"WHAT"
Ranma was starting to get upset. "Hey, she died at Jusendo"
"AND"
"She got better!" Ranma scratched his head a bit uncertainly. "I thought it was, you know, a new technique"
Past outraged and well into shock, Nabiki was only two blocks from catatonia. "A new technique"
"Yeah"
"A new martial arts technique"
"Well, it sure ain't a cooking technique. Heh"
"As in, Anything Goes Martial Arts Rising from the Grave"
Ranma shot a look at the corpse, and then stared at Nabiki.
"Ya think that's it?" He pondered. "Nah. Didn't have to bury her after Saffron"
Nabiki blinked. "It's a figure of speech, Saotome. What are you going to do if she stays dead"
"Soak her with cold water, put my shirt on her." Ranma shrugged. "If I hafta, I guess I'll..." he ground his toe into the floor embarrassedly, "hold her and call her name or something. Don't really know what the key is"
"You don't know the key? Didn't you think to ask"
"Feh. As if that stupid tomboy would tell me anything"
This is too weird for words, Nabiki thought. Weren't you supposed to pass out after trauma like this? Holding stupid conversations wasn't in any of the books she'd read. "And if that doesn't work"
"Get my momma to kill me, probably." Ranma leveled a steady look at Nabiki. "I'm Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes. I can learn any technique. If the tomboy won't teach me, I'll just hafta figure it out myself"
Slowly, a grin crept onto Nabiki's face. "You know,
Saotome, that sounds like a fine idea"
The End -- Author's Notes -
Usually, when a scene pops into my mind, I file it away for use in something I'm currently writing, or try and build a story around it. Somehow, I don't see that happening with this one.
It got into my head. I had to let it out. Now I'm going to forget about it.
Publishing rights by Shogakukan Inc. (Japan) and Viz Inc. (North America) This work is not intended to infringe those rights, and is done without knowledge or consent of the rights holders.
Comments and criticism can be sent to and will be greatly appreciated. Author's Notes at the end, if you make it that far.
"Pretty impressive, Ranma," Nabiki commented as she glanced at Akane's body on the dojo floor, head twisted at an impossible angle. "How'd you do it"
Ranma gave her a look. "Um... I reached out, grabbed her chin and the base of her skull, and"
"Funny, Ranma, funny," she interrupted. "No, really, how did you do it? Stunt dummies? Sleight of hand? Pressure points? What"
The look intensified. "I broke her neck. What part of this are ya having problems with"
Nabiki sighed, caught his eyes, and then froze. "You're not kidding, are you"
"Nope"
"It's not a trick. You actually killed Akane"
"Well, I hope so. Breakin' the neck usually does that"
"Why"
"Well, she'll get better, right"
"WHAT"
Ranma was starting to get upset. "Hey, she died at Jusendo"
"AND"
"She got better!" Ranma scratched his head a bit uncertainly. "I thought it was, you know, a new technique"
Past outraged and well into shock, Nabiki was only two blocks from catatonia. "A new technique"
"Yeah"
"A new martial arts technique"
"Well, it sure ain't a cooking technique. Heh"
"As in, Anything Goes Martial Arts Rising from the Grave"
Ranma shot a look at the corpse, and then stared at Nabiki.
"Ya think that's it?" He pondered. "Nah. Didn't have to bury her after Saffron"
Nabiki blinked. "It's a figure of speech, Saotome. What are you going to do if she stays dead"
"Soak her with cold water, put my shirt on her." Ranma shrugged. "If I hafta, I guess I'll..." he ground his toe into the floor embarrassedly, "hold her and call her name or something. Don't really know what the key is"
"You don't know the key? Didn't you think to ask"
"Feh. As if that stupid tomboy would tell me anything"
This is too weird for words, Nabiki thought. Weren't you supposed to pass out after trauma like this? Holding stupid conversations wasn't in any of the books she'd read. "And if that doesn't work"
"Get my momma to kill me, probably." Ranma leveled a steady look at Nabiki. "I'm Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes. I can learn any technique. If the tomboy won't teach me, I'll just hafta figure it out myself"
Slowly, a grin crept onto Nabiki's face. "You know,
Saotome, that sounds like a fine idea"
The End -- Author's Notes -
Usually, when a scene pops into my mind, I file it away for use in something I'm currently writing, or try and build a story around it. Somehow, I don't see that happening with this one.
It got into my head. I had to let it out. Now I'm going to forget about it.