Ranma ½: A New Beginning
Episode 1: The Curse of Jusenkyo
Notes: ( )= Means someone's speaking in Chinese, ' '= Means someone is thinking. And,
As I realized shortly after I sent this out the first time, I had several spelling, and grammer
mistakes, plus I discovered that my hotmail password didn't work, so this is the corrected
version with my correct e-mail adress.
"C'mon old man! I'll give up martial arts the day you beat me in a fight!" Ranma shouted
at his father as he perched on a bamboo pole and tuned out the guide who was
frantically warning him in broken Japanese about the curse of the springs. Genma
laughed and shouted back,
"Then prepare to give up the art, boy!" With that, he launched himself from the pole he
was standing on and attacked Ranma with a vicious flying kick combo. Ranma laughed
in the face of the attack, and dodged the quick blows, even countered with a kick that
sent Genma back to the pole he had attacked from. Genma smiled sinisterly at his son,
"You're getting much better Ranma, but there's one thing you forgot . . ." Genma paused
for a moment, then flurried into motion, throwing ten cutting knives he'd stolen from a
butcher a few towns back. Ranma, surprised by Genma's strange choice of attacks,
didn't leap fast enough as the bamboo pole that held him up fell in two. "On this battle
field, your footing can be taken from you." Genma declared with a wide smile of victory
as Ranma fell into the pool below his pole with a rather large splash. He watched the
pool for several moments, waiting for his son to emerge. But instead of his still yet to be
a man among men of a son, he found himself looking at a rather busty red head who bore
a striking resemblance to his son.
The guide moved over to the now girl's side and helped her from the pool.
"I very sorry, you fall in Nyanniichuan, very sad story of young girl who drown there
one-thousand-five-hundred years ago."Ranma-chan looked down at herself and noticed
that her chest seemed to be sticking out much farther that it should have.
"What happened?" Asked Ranma, her voice now an octave higher. Ranma-chan
clapped her hands across her mouth, her eyes rather frightened looking, like a deer
caught in headlights. The guide continued,
"Now you turn into girl anytime you splashed with cold water, and turn back to normal
form whenever splashed with hot." Ranma-chan blinked a few times, then opened up
her gi and looked down at her breasts.
"Oh shit." She whispered quietly. Meanwhile, wondering what had happened to his son,
Genma had gotten off of the pole and moved up behind the girl.
"Excuse me young lady, but could you tell me if you saw an unconscious young man in
the pool you just came out of?" Ranma-chan turned on her father.
"It's me pop!" Genma looked at her incredulously.
"My child is a boy." The guide chose that moment to intervene.
"Yes sir, this is your son, he fall into Nyanniichuan, spring of drowned girl." Genma
blinked,
"Ranma?" He asked as he looked at her like she was radioactive.
"Yeah it's me." Ranma-chan answered, sounding rather depressed now. After a few
more moments of silence, Genma laughed aloud and clapped his son on the back.
"Well look at the bright side son! Now you can have it both ways however you want it!"
With his eyes closed, Genma didn't notice the angry vein that had appeared on
Ranma-chan's forehead. In one fluid motion, she stepped away from her father,
and gave him the hardest roundhouse she had ever performed. Genma's neck cracked,
and he flew across the training ground until he was stopped by a bamboo pole. With a
single moan of pain, he slid into the pool, the one that the guide had named as
Shonmaoniichuan, the spring of drowned panda.
"I am not gay!" Ranma-chan turned to the guide, "Do you have any hot water?" The guide
started nodding vigorously,
"Yes, as soon as you start fight, I heat some." He then turned and went to his hut,
returning with a small tea kettle. Ranma-chan took the water and doused herself,
reverting to his normal form.
"Arigato, and one more thing, may I have this kettle?" The guide laughed nervously,
"Yes, please, I have many more." Ranma bowed deeply.
"Arigato. Can you please not tell my father which way I go, I'm not feeling too
happy with him right now." Ranma shot a glare at the small stream of bubbles rising
from the pool. The guide returned the bow.
"You have my word." Ranma thanked him again and walked off in the direction of the
nearest town.
Hours later, Ranma walked into the village, regretting that he hadn't eaten
breakfast that morning.
"Oh god! I'm so hungry!" Ranma moaned as he stumbled into town. 'And I don't
have any money!' Ranma fell heavily on the ground. As he lay there, hoping a duck or
something would fall on him, one of the pedestrians stopped next to him.
"Hey! Boy!" Ranma looked up weakly at the man. "That's a nice shirt and pants, if you
have anymore, I'll buy them from you." A weak smile crossed Ranma's face.
"Do you have any food?"
"Sure, one second." The man ran into a nearby ramen store and came back bearing a
large bowl. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Ranma reached back into his pack and removed a few pairs of cloths. "And
here you go."The man walked off, leaving Ranma to his feast. He ate it all in almost one
bite. Having eaten something, Ranma felt revitalized and looked at the town around him
with much more alert eyes. That's when he noticed a small flier on the building next to
him. It read, "Come see some of the greatest cat fights in China, an all woman's martial
arts tournament, where the winner will receive fifty dollars, American!" Ranma took a
moment to think. 'I need the money, and I'll probably win even in my girl form.' He mulled
the idea for about another minute before he shouted aloud, "I'll do it!"
He had done it, so far. Ranma-chan had easily beaten all of the other challengers.
Now she was preparing to fight an Amazon woman by the name of Shampoo. "Alright
Ranma, just one more win and then you won't have to worry about money for a while."
Ranma-chan clapped her hands twice, smiled, and went out into the arena. She noticed
that just as she was entering, so was her opponent. 'Whoa!' Ranma-chan's jaw dropped.
'She's beautiful.' Beautiful didn't do her justice. Lavender hair that hung down to her waist,
exotic green eyes that could hold you attention for hours, the kind of figure a super model
wished for, with legs that just went on and on. But she was broken out of her thoughts by the
crowd's cries for the fight to start. "I better get this over with quick." She whispered as she
moved to the center of the arena. Someone rang a gong, and both fighters dropped into combat
stances. The other girl said something in Chinese to Ranma-chan, then launched a
volley of punches. Ranma-chan, utilizing the superior speed her female form possessed,
dodged the punches, and then dropped low for a sweep kick.
The girl jumped over the sweep and came down about three feet away, not quite so
eager to attack Ranma head on. 'If she won't come to me . . .' Ranma-chan thought as she ran at
her, ready with her fist. But at the last second, she kicked low, knocking the Amazon's legs
out from under her. Then she came in with her fist, a powerful haymaker. Her opponent threw
up her arms in defense, which kept her from taking any major damage, but sent her sliding
across the arena. She recovered quickly and was back up again in time to dodge Ranma-chan's
next attack.
But as soon as she was up and ready, Ranma-chan had already begun her charge, and
was just about to throw her punch. The girl dodged this time, her arms still slightly numb from the
last hit. But what she failed to notice was that Ranma had halted her charge moments before
throwing the punch, so she wasn't ready for the kick to her side. Air shot from her lungs in a
great whoosh, and she collapsed to the ground, trying her hardest to breath again. When she
noticed Ranma-chan's legs in front of her, she expected a cruel kick to the face to finish the fight.
But instead she found a pair of hands on her shoulders, gently helping her to her feet. The
referee declared Ranma the winner and gave her a voucher to get the prize money. Ranma-chan
gingerly led the girl over to her locker room. "Sorry about that last kick, it was just the easiest way to
the end of the fight." She then took a step back. "I'm Ranma Saotome." She offered her hand, and
Shampoo took it numbly.
"Shampoo." She whispered quietly.
"Cool. Well I've got to go, I'll give you a holler if I ever happen to be in the Amazon
village." Ranma-chan left, wanting to get back to her normal body as quickly as possible.
Shampoo didn't move. 'Ranma was nice to me, nicer then even my own mother.'
"(Shampoo!)" She started and looked at her great grand mother, a two foot tall crone,
wizened with extreme age, who did most of her moving about by hopping with her
staff. But her obvious age belied her true power, she was a shiatsu master, and an
incredible warrior in her day.
"(Yes Great grandmother?)" Cologne gave Shampoo an evil look.
"(Go after her!)" It suddenly occurred to Shampoo that she was supposed to continue to
fight any outsider girl that defeated her, until she emerged the victor.
"(Yes Great grandmother!)" Shampoo said as she turned to follow Ranma, though she
wasn't sure whether she was following Ranma because of her tribal law, or because she
got a very strange feeling when she thought about the powerful warrior girl.
"Great, I'm already out of money." Ranma lamented as he walked along one of the back
paths of the china wilderness. 'Sometimes I really wish I didn't eat so much!' He thought
furiously. Little did he know that just a few hundred feet behind him, Shampoo was quickly
following. It had taken her awhile for her to find Ranma-chan's trail, since it mysteriously
disappeared shortly after the arena. But then she found it, and followed it like a blood hound.
Shampoo would have had to chase Ranma for another few days, if it weren't for a chance
meeting between Ranma and an old friend.
"Ranma, I can't believe my luck! You're going to pay for standing me up!"
"Ryouga! I didn't stand you up! I waited three days, and you never showed!" Before Ranma
stood a young man he remembered well. Wearing a yellow shirt, black pants and yellow
bandanna with black polka dots on it, he was the very image of a warrior. Unless of course
you knew him. Shy to the extreme, he got a nosebleed anytime a girl talked to him in any
kind of romantic way, and he possessed the absolute worst direction sense on the planet,
if he had any idea of where he wanted to go was, it would take him months to find it, even
if it was just next door.
"It doesn't matter Saotome! We're going to have that fight right here and now!" Ryouga
removed a bamboo umbrella from his back pack. "I'll make you pay for that humiliation!"
He struck out with the umbrella, using an underhand swing that would have caused
Ranma great pain had he still been standing there. But Ranma had jumped at the last
second, kicking out with all his strength and catching Ryouga full in the face. He flew
back from the force of the blow, smashing against a tree hard enough to knock half of
it's roots out of the ground. Ranma smiled smugly,
"You always were too easy to beat Ryouga." But the smug smile fell off Ranma's face
as Ryouga climbed back to his feet, looking only a little worse for the wear. Now it was
Ryouga who possessed the smug smile.
"I've changed quite a bit since our last fight, and I won't be nearly as easy to beat this
time." Without further ado, Ryouga launched himself at Ranma, hands reaching for
Ranma's throat. In the madness of the melee, both warriors failed to notice the pair of
eyes watching them from the bushes. 'His cloths are just the same as Ranma's and his
fighting techniques are strikingly similar to hers.' Ranma attacked with a sweep, taking
Ryouga off his feet and leaving him open for the following uppercut. Shampoo
grimaced, 'If that's the follow up attack to the sweep, I'm glad I jumped it.' Ryouga
recover in the air and landed lightly, ready to defend himself. What he wasn't expecting
was Ranma's diving kick from above, he had jumped with the uppercut, giving it some
extra oomph and giving Ranma a bit of altitude. 'Wow, he is good' The hit was hard, and
Ryouga was barely conscious after the powerful blow to the head. Stumbling to his feet,
Ryouga yelled,
"I'll get you yet Ranma!" Then he limped off. Shampoo's eyes widened, 'It all fits.'
"Jusenkyo." She whispered the word, or more correctly, she spat it from her mouth like
a vile poison. Shampoo grabbed her water jug and opened it.
"Ranma!" She shouted as she stood. Ranma spun, barely recognizing the voice.
"Shampoo?" He asked as the cold water splashed over him. Shampoo smirked as
Ranma transformed into Ranma-chan.
"Shampoo challenge Ranma to fight, for amazon honor!"
"Why?"
"Amazon fight any outside woman that defeat her until she defeat them or she die."
Ranma grimaced.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Then you lose." Shampoo unsheathed a long sword from her back.
"Shampoo, please, I don't want to hurt you!"
"Shut up!" Shampoo screamed as she swung the razor sharp blade in an eviscerating
ark. Ranma-chan dodged back, then kicked forward at the flat of the blade. But Shampoo
was ready and she brought the sword back, then thrust forward, catching the shoulder
of Ranma's shirt. With one quick swipe, she freed her blade and gave Ranma-chan a nasty
gash across her shoulder.
"Dammit Shampoo, I don't want to fight you, there's no reason for us to fight!" For an
answer, Shampoo just slashed across again. Right in the middle of her dodge,
Ranma-chan shouted, "Why the hell are you so angry at me?!" Shampoo paused for
just a moment, then growled.
"Shampoo liked Ranma, Ranma nicer to Shampoo then any other person Shampoo
ever know, but now Shampoo find out that Ranma just man trying to get in Shampoo's
pants!" Ranma-chan looked like he she had just been slapped,
"Shampoo, it wasn't like that, I wasn't trying to have sex with, I'm not like that!" Even
more malice filled Shampoo's eyes,
"Shut up! Shampoo kill you!" Shampoo's arms blurred, and her sword moved almost
faster then Ranma-chan could track, it came in so fast, she didn't even feel the cuts,
until her attack was done and Shampoo jumped back. Then they started to bleed, twenty
at least, all over Ranma-chan's body, but curiously, they were all very shallow.
"Shampoo, if you do this, you're going to hate yourself afterwards." Ranma-chan
gripped her shoulder tightly. Shampoo glared, and pulled her sword back for a more
powerful blow.
"You shut up, Shampoo hate you!" Ranma-chan noted that their was a little less anger
and conviction in her voice, but his notice was short lived as she came in again, with a
single power thrust. Ranma-chan barely tried to dodge, the combined blood loss from all
of the wounds was making her feel light headed. The sword ripped through the silk shirt,
now little more then tatters of blood-stained cloth, and cut across Ranma-chan's
stomach. But instead of doing some kind of move to escape further damage, Ranma-chan
simply fell forward, limply onto Shampoo. The sword would have cut her side completely
open, but Shampoo moved it away, clasping her other arm around the small redhead to
stop her from falling to the ground. "Ranma!" She screamed.
This is my first fic and I know it's probably not too good, but if you can find the time, feed
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Episode 1: The Curse of Jusenkyo
Notes: ( )= Means someone's speaking in Chinese, ' '= Means someone is thinking. And,
As I realized shortly after I sent this out the first time, I had several spelling, and grammer
mistakes, plus I discovered that my hotmail password didn't work, so this is the corrected
version with my correct e-mail adress.
"C'mon old man! I'll give up martial arts the day you beat me in a fight!" Ranma shouted
at his father as he perched on a bamboo pole and tuned out the guide who was
frantically warning him in broken Japanese about the curse of the springs. Genma
laughed and shouted back,
"Then prepare to give up the art, boy!" With that, he launched himself from the pole he
was standing on and attacked Ranma with a vicious flying kick combo. Ranma laughed
in the face of the attack, and dodged the quick blows, even countered with a kick that
sent Genma back to the pole he had attacked from. Genma smiled sinisterly at his son,
"You're getting much better Ranma, but there's one thing you forgot . . ." Genma paused
for a moment, then flurried into motion, throwing ten cutting knives he'd stolen from a
butcher a few towns back. Ranma, surprised by Genma's strange choice of attacks,
didn't leap fast enough as the bamboo pole that held him up fell in two. "On this battle
field, your footing can be taken from you." Genma declared with a wide smile of victory
as Ranma fell into the pool below his pole with a rather large splash. He watched the
pool for several moments, waiting for his son to emerge. But instead of his still yet to be
a man among men of a son, he found himself looking at a rather busty red head who bore
a striking resemblance to his son.
The guide moved over to the now girl's side and helped her from the pool.
"I very sorry, you fall in Nyanniichuan, very sad story of young girl who drown there
one-thousand-five-hundred years ago."Ranma-chan looked down at herself and noticed
that her chest seemed to be sticking out much farther that it should have.
"What happened?" Asked Ranma, her voice now an octave higher. Ranma-chan
clapped her hands across her mouth, her eyes rather frightened looking, like a deer
caught in headlights. The guide continued,
"Now you turn into girl anytime you splashed with cold water, and turn back to normal
form whenever splashed with hot." Ranma-chan blinked a few times, then opened up
her gi and looked down at her breasts.
"Oh shit." She whispered quietly. Meanwhile, wondering what had happened to his son,
Genma had gotten off of the pole and moved up behind the girl.
"Excuse me young lady, but could you tell me if you saw an unconscious young man in
the pool you just came out of?" Ranma-chan turned on her father.
"It's me pop!" Genma looked at her incredulously.
"My child is a boy." The guide chose that moment to intervene.
"Yes sir, this is your son, he fall into Nyanniichuan, spring of drowned girl." Genma
blinked,
"Ranma?" He asked as he looked at her like she was radioactive.
"Yeah it's me." Ranma-chan answered, sounding rather depressed now. After a few
more moments of silence, Genma laughed aloud and clapped his son on the back.
"Well look at the bright side son! Now you can have it both ways however you want it!"
With his eyes closed, Genma didn't notice the angry vein that had appeared on
Ranma-chan's forehead. In one fluid motion, she stepped away from her father,
and gave him the hardest roundhouse she had ever performed. Genma's neck cracked,
and he flew across the training ground until he was stopped by a bamboo pole. With a
single moan of pain, he slid into the pool, the one that the guide had named as
Shonmaoniichuan, the spring of drowned panda.
"I am not gay!" Ranma-chan turned to the guide, "Do you have any hot water?" The guide
started nodding vigorously,
"Yes, as soon as you start fight, I heat some." He then turned and went to his hut,
returning with a small tea kettle. Ranma-chan took the water and doused herself,
reverting to his normal form.
"Arigato, and one more thing, may I have this kettle?" The guide laughed nervously,
"Yes, please, I have many more." Ranma bowed deeply.
"Arigato. Can you please not tell my father which way I go, I'm not feeling too
happy with him right now." Ranma shot a glare at the small stream of bubbles rising
from the pool. The guide returned the bow.
"You have my word." Ranma thanked him again and walked off in the direction of the
nearest town.
Hours later, Ranma walked into the village, regretting that he hadn't eaten
breakfast that morning.
"Oh god! I'm so hungry!" Ranma moaned as he stumbled into town. 'And I don't
have any money!' Ranma fell heavily on the ground. As he lay there, hoping a duck or
something would fall on him, one of the pedestrians stopped next to him.
"Hey! Boy!" Ranma looked up weakly at the man. "That's a nice shirt and pants, if you
have anymore, I'll buy them from you." A weak smile crossed Ranma's face.
"Do you have any food?"
"Sure, one second." The man ran into a nearby ramen store and came back bearing a
large bowl. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Ranma reached back into his pack and removed a few pairs of cloths. "And
here you go."The man walked off, leaving Ranma to his feast. He ate it all in almost one
bite. Having eaten something, Ranma felt revitalized and looked at the town around him
with much more alert eyes. That's when he noticed a small flier on the building next to
him. It read, "Come see some of the greatest cat fights in China, an all woman's martial
arts tournament, where the winner will receive fifty dollars, American!" Ranma took a
moment to think. 'I need the money, and I'll probably win even in my girl form.' He mulled
the idea for about another minute before he shouted aloud, "I'll do it!"
He had done it, so far. Ranma-chan had easily beaten all of the other challengers.
Now she was preparing to fight an Amazon woman by the name of Shampoo. "Alright
Ranma, just one more win and then you won't have to worry about money for a while."
Ranma-chan clapped her hands twice, smiled, and went out into the arena. She noticed
that just as she was entering, so was her opponent. 'Whoa!' Ranma-chan's jaw dropped.
'She's beautiful.' Beautiful didn't do her justice. Lavender hair that hung down to her waist,
exotic green eyes that could hold you attention for hours, the kind of figure a super model
wished for, with legs that just went on and on. But she was broken out of her thoughts by the
crowd's cries for the fight to start. "I better get this over with quick." She whispered as she
moved to the center of the arena. Someone rang a gong, and both fighters dropped into combat
stances. The other girl said something in Chinese to Ranma-chan, then launched a
volley of punches. Ranma-chan, utilizing the superior speed her female form possessed,
dodged the punches, and then dropped low for a sweep kick.
The girl jumped over the sweep and came down about three feet away, not quite so
eager to attack Ranma head on. 'If she won't come to me . . .' Ranma-chan thought as she ran at
her, ready with her fist. But at the last second, she kicked low, knocking the Amazon's legs
out from under her. Then she came in with her fist, a powerful haymaker. Her opponent threw
up her arms in defense, which kept her from taking any major damage, but sent her sliding
across the arena. She recovered quickly and was back up again in time to dodge Ranma-chan's
next attack.
But as soon as she was up and ready, Ranma-chan had already begun her charge, and
was just about to throw her punch. The girl dodged this time, her arms still slightly numb from the
last hit. But what she failed to notice was that Ranma had halted her charge moments before
throwing the punch, so she wasn't ready for the kick to her side. Air shot from her lungs in a
great whoosh, and she collapsed to the ground, trying her hardest to breath again. When she
noticed Ranma-chan's legs in front of her, she expected a cruel kick to the face to finish the fight.
But instead she found a pair of hands on her shoulders, gently helping her to her feet. The
referee declared Ranma the winner and gave her a voucher to get the prize money. Ranma-chan
gingerly led the girl over to her locker room. "Sorry about that last kick, it was just the easiest way to
the end of the fight." She then took a step back. "I'm Ranma Saotome." She offered her hand, and
Shampoo took it numbly.
"Shampoo." She whispered quietly.
"Cool. Well I've got to go, I'll give you a holler if I ever happen to be in the Amazon
village." Ranma-chan left, wanting to get back to her normal body as quickly as possible.
Shampoo didn't move. 'Ranma was nice to me, nicer then even my own mother.'
"(Shampoo!)" She started and looked at her great grand mother, a two foot tall crone,
wizened with extreme age, who did most of her moving about by hopping with her
staff. But her obvious age belied her true power, she was a shiatsu master, and an
incredible warrior in her day.
"(Yes Great grandmother?)" Cologne gave Shampoo an evil look.
"(Go after her!)" It suddenly occurred to Shampoo that she was supposed to continue to
fight any outsider girl that defeated her, until she emerged the victor.
"(Yes Great grandmother!)" Shampoo said as she turned to follow Ranma, though she
wasn't sure whether she was following Ranma because of her tribal law, or because she
got a very strange feeling when she thought about the powerful warrior girl.
"Great, I'm already out of money." Ranma lamented as he walked along one of the back
paths of the china wilderness. 'Sometimes I really wish I didn't eat so much!' He thought
furiously. Little did he know that just a few hundred feet behind him, Shampoo was quickly
following. It had taken her awhile for her to find Ranma-chan's trail, since it mysteriously
disappeared shortly after the arena. But then she found it, and followed it like a blood hound.
Shampoo would have had to chase Ranma for another few days, if it weren't for a chance
meeting between Ranma and an old friend.
"Ranma, I can't believe my luck! You're going to pay for standing me up!"
"Ryouga! I didn't stand you up! I waited three days, and you never showed!" Before Ranma
stood a young man he remembered well. Wearing a yellow shirt, black pants and yellow
bandanna with black polka dots on it, he was the very image of a warrior. Unless of course
you knew him. Shy to the extreme, he got a nosebleed anytime a girl talked to him in any
kind of romantic way, and he possessed the absolute worst direction sense on the planet,
if he had any idea of where he wanted to go was, it would take him months to find it, even
if it was just next door.
"It doesn't matter Saotome! We're going to have that fight right here and now!" Ryouga
removed a bamboo umbrella from his back pack. "I'll make you pay for that humiliation!"
He struck out with the umbrella, using an underhand swing that would have caused
Ranma great pain had he still been standing there. But Ranma had jumped at the last
second, kicking out with all his strength and catching Ryouga full in the face. He flew
back from the force of the blow, smashing against a tree hard enough to knock half of
it's roots out of the ground. Ranma smiled smugly,
"You always were too easy to beat Ryouga." But the smug smile fell off Ranma's face
as Ryouga climbed back to his feet, looking only a little worse for the wear. Now it was
Ryouga who possessed the smug smile.
"I've changed quite a bit since our last fight, and I won't be nearly as easy to beat this
time." Without further ado, Ryouga launched himself at Ranma, hands reaching for
Ranma's throat. In the madness of the melee, both warriors failed to notice the pair of
eyes watching them from the bushes. 'His cloths are just the same as Ranma's and his
fighting techniques are strikingly similar to hers.' Ranma attacked with a sweep, taking
Ryouga off his feet and leaving him open for the following uppercut. Shampoo
grimaced, 'If that's the follow up attack to the sweep, I'm glad I jumped it.' Ryouga
recover in the air and landed lightly, ready to defend himself. What he wasn't expecting
was Ranma's diving kick from above, he had jumped with the uppercut, giving it some
extra oomph and giving Ranma a bit of altitude. 'Wow, he is good' The hit was hard, and
Ryouga was barely conscious after the powerful blow to the head. Stumbling to his feet,
Ryouga yelled,
"I'll get you yet Ranma!" Then he limped off. Shampoo's eyes widened, 'It all fits.'
"Jusenkyo." She whispered the word, or more correctly, she spat it from her mouth like
a vile poison. Shampoo grabbed her water jug and opened it.
"Ranma!" She shouted as she stood. Ranma spun, barely recognizing the voice.
"Shampoo?" He asked as the cold water splashed over him. Shampoo smirked as
Ranma transformed into Ranma-chan.
"Shampoo challenge Ranma to fight, for amazon honor!"
"Why?"
"Amazon fight any outside woman that defeat her until she defeat them or she die."
Ranma grimaced.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Then you lose." Shampoo unsheathed a long sword from her back.
"Shampoo, please, I don't want to hurt you!"
"Shut up!" Shampoo screamed as she swung the razor sharp blade in an eviscerating
ark. Ranma-chan dodged back, then kicked forward at the flat of the blade. But Shampoo
was ready and she brought the sword back, then thrust forward, catching the shoulder
of Ranma's shirt. With one quick swipe, she freed her blade and gave Ranma-chan a nasty
gash across her shoulder.
"Dammit Shampoo, I don't want to fight you, there's no reason for us to fight!" For an
answer, Shampoo just slashed across again. Right in the middle of her dodge,
Ranma-chan shouted, "Why the hell are you so angry at me?!" Shampoo paused for
just a moment, then growled.
"Shampoo liked Ranma, Ranma nicer to Shampoo then any other person Shampoo
ever know, but now Shampoo find out that Ranma just man trying to get in Shampoo's
pants!" Ranma-chan looked like he she had just been slapped,
"Shampoo, it wasn't like that, I wasn't trying to have sex with, I'm not like that!" Even
more malice filled Shampoo's eyes,
"Shut up! Shampoo kill you!" Shampoo's arms blurred, and her sword moved almost
faster then Ranma-chan could track, it came in so fast, she didn't even feel the cuts,
until her attack was done and Shampoo jumped back. Then they started to bleed, twenty
at least, all over Ranma-chan's body, but curiously, they were all very shallow.
"Shampoo, if you do this, you're going to hate yourself afterwards." Ranma-chan
gripped her shoulder tightly. Shampoo glared, and pulled her sword back for a more
powerful blow.
"You shut up, Shampoo hate you!" Ranma-chan noted that their was a little less anger
and conviction in her voice, but his notice was short lived as she came in again, with a
single power thrust. Ranma-chan barely tried to dodge, the combined blood loss from all
of the wounds was making her feel light headed. The sword ripped through the silk shirt,
now little more then tatters of blood-stained cloth, and cut across Ranma-chan's
stomach. But instead of doing some kind of move to escape further damage, Ranma-chan
simply fell forward, limply onto Shampoo. The sword would have cut her side completely
open, but Shampoo moved it away, clasping her other arm around the small redhead to
stop her from falling to the ground. "Ranma!" She screamed.
This is my first fic and I know it's probably not too good, but if you can find the time, feed
back would be nice. Send it to immortalwriter@sailormoon.com.
