Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. Suing me would be a waste of time since I have no money.
That Night
A clocked figure stood of the roof of the Tendo Dojo. His eyes were fixed on the sleeping form of one Ranma Satome. A smirk etched itself onto his face.
"Soon Femboy. I shall have my name changed."
Tarou pulled a small ladle out of his cloak and regarded it for a moment.
"And to think, all it takes is splashing you with a little water."
Next Day
The day dawned in peace and serenity, of course it wasn't to last.
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!!!!!!!!" You could hear the cry halfway across Nerima, the splash that occurred a few minutes later carried only to the house.
"What the hell did you do that for?!?" Cold, wet, and female was not how Ranma Satome liked to start a day. Gradually waking up to fresh pastries and the morning newspaper was something she had wanted to try for quite some time now. So engrossed was she in the kind of wake up call that she would really like, she almost missed the cloaked figure jumping down from the outer wall. Almost, but not entirely.
"he, Femboy today is the day I change my name!" Tarou shifted into pose of righteous martial artist #1, right arm held above head brandishing secret weapon. Ranma took one look at the now revealed Tarou and felt little daggers of ice crawl up her spine.
The secret weapon was well known to Ranma, she had been subject to its effects once before. Combined with her less than stellar win-lose record against Tarou Ranma figured that she was in real trouble, not that she was going to show it mind you.
"Watcha goona do Pantyhose? Wash me to death?" Tarou just looked at her with this small evil grin on his face. A grin that Ranma really didn't like, so in typical Ranma logic decided to remove it from Tarou with force.
Ranma exploded out of the pond and delivered a flying side kick to Tarou's chest. Tarou was forced back a little but was otherwise fine.
"You kick like a weak girl."
"You would know all about that wouldn't you?"
Tarou unleashed a devastating spin kick which Ranma wasn't quite able to dodge. Ranma let out a low groan as she flew through the air to impact in the wall surrounding the Tendo yard. Ranma just lay there, embedded into the wall for a moment before slowly getting to her feet.
'Damn it, why am I this weak? I should have been able to dodge that kick.'
"What's the matter Fem-boy? Feeling like a little girl?"
Ranma usually didn't find himself on the losing side of a trash talk match and was finding it very unsettling. Still s/he was Ranma Satome, heir to the Satome school of anything goes. No freak from China was going to beat him/her. Now if only the ass would shut up. Ranma-chan launched herself out of the wall and into Tarou, fists raised.
When the dust finally settled from the match nearly the entire yard was destroyed. Tarou was out cold and Ranma wasn't looking much better, but she couldn't pay much attention to that. The ladle had been lost early in the fight and now she had to find it, before anyone else did.
Ranma-chan was just getting to her feet when she felt the small trickle of water on her back. With an expression of sheer dread she turned to meet the smiling face of Ryouga, holding the ladle.
"Why?" Ryouga face contorted into an evil looking grin.
"Payback."
This was perhaps the worst thing to say to Ranma, suddenly all the little things Ranma had been keeping inside of herself decided now was a good time to escape. They were just little things like, anger, hatred, depression, and his ultimate desire for vengeance. All these things began to make themselves manifest in the slowly growing battle aura outlining Ranma-chan's lithe form.
The wind began to pickup, fuelled by the sheer power of her anger, Ryouga lost his smirk and set himself. Preparing to grind Ranma's face into the dust. Ranma however was battling the storm of emotions playing out within her, the iron grip of her will tried time and time again to control the rage, anger, hatred and depression only to be beaten back the sheer strength of them.
The battle could plainly be seen on Ranma's face, and the sheer amount of power being generated could not be measured but it could be felt.
Juuban:
Setsuna had just returned from a meeting when she felt it. While all the scouts had a link to each other it usually amounted to nothing more than a vague feeling. Setsuna was currently feeling a LOT more than something vague. Right now it felt like someone was kicking her in the guts, hard.
Acting quickly Setsuna flagged down a passing Taxi.
"Nerima, and fast."
A Small house in Nerima:
Nodaka Satome was washing dishes when she felt it. The small dish she currently held crashed to the floor, but she paid it no mind.
Pausing only to grab the family Katana she rushed out of the house and flagged a nearby Taxi.
"Tendo Dojo, and step on it." There was no doubt in Nodaka's mind that something bad was happening to her only child. A mother can just feel these things.
Pluto:
The surface of Pluto was barren and cold, truly the most difficult planet to live on in the entire solar system. But people had lived her once. After the fall of the Moon Kingdom many of the building had been destroyed, more had fallen to the passing of time and now lay in ruins.
Out of the entire planet only a single structure still stood, home of the royal family of Pluto it had stood even before the first settlers from the Moon Kingdom had landed. Built by a race long forgotten it alone had defied the twin daggers of war and time.
Usually it was empty, on occasion a single light could be seen when the guardian of time had business in the home she had been raised in. Now it lay empty, the guardian having business on Earth. That was not to say that nothing was happening in the ancient structure, for if one looked deep into the castle you could find movement.
Deep in a forgotten basement stood the core of the Charon computer, charged with monitoring all of space it had slumbered for centuries as automatic protocols handled the data collected. Now it was starting to wake up, it's mistress was stirring and it she would soon need the data the computer had been collecting for over a thousand years.
Authors Note: Thanks to all the people who encouraged me to continue this chapter. Sorry it took so long, I was upgrading my OS and dealing with some school stuff. Now that that's out of the way I can get back to writing.
I just want to tell people that I haven't forgotten the Amazons so expect them to show up soon.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. Suing me would be a waste of time since I have no money.
That Night
A clocked figure stood of the roof of the Tendo Dojo. His eyes were fixed on the sleeping form of one Ranma Satome. A smirk etched itself onto his face.
"Soon Femboy. I shall have my name changed."
Tarou pulled a small ladle out of his cloak and regarded it for a moment.
"And to think, all it takes is splashing you with a little water."
Next Day
The day dawned in peace and serenity, of course it wasn't to last.
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!!!!!!!!" You could hear the cry halfway across Nerima, the splash that occurred a few minutes later carried only to the house.
"What the hell did you do that for?!?" Cold, wet, and female was not how Ranma Satome liked to start a day. Gradually waking up to fresh pastries and the morning newspaper was something she had wanted to try for quite some time now. So engrossed was she in the kind of wake up call that she would really like, she almost missed the cloaked figure jumping down from the outer wall. Almost, but not entirely.
"he, Femboy today is the day I change my name!" Tarou shifted into pose of righteous martial artist #1, right arm held above head brandishing secret weapon. Ranma took one look at the now revealed Tarou and felt little daggers of ice crawl up her spine.
The secret weapon was well known to Ranma, she had been subject to its effects once before. Combined with her less than stellar win-lose record against Tarou Ranma figured that she was in real trouble, not that she was going to show it mind you.
"Watcha goona do Pantyhose? Wash me to death?" Tarou just looked at her with this small evil grin on his face. A grin that Ranma really didn't like, so in typical Ranma logic decided to remove it from Tarou with force.
Ranma exploded out of the pond and delivered a flying side kick to Tarou's chest. Tarou was forced back a little but was otherwise fine.
"You kick like a weak girl."
"You would know all about that wouldn't you?"
Tarou unleashed a devastating spin kick which Ranma wasn't quite able to dodge. Ranma let out a low groan as she flew through the air to impact in the wall surrounding the Tendo yard. Ranma just lay there, embedded into the wall for a moment before slowly getting to her feet.
'Damn it, why am I this weak? I should have been able to dodge that kick.'
"What's the matter Fem-boy? Feeling like a little girl?"
Ranma usually didn't find himself on the losing side of a trash talk match and was finding it very unsettling. Still s/he was Ranma Satome, heir to the Satome school of anything goes. No freak from China was going to beat him/her. Now if only the ass would shut up. Ranma-chan launched herself out of the wall and into Tarou, fists raised.
When the dust finally settled from the match nearly the entire yard was destroyed. Tarou was out cold and Ranma wasn't looking much better, but she couldn't pay much attention to that. The ladle had been lost early in the fight and now she had to find it, before anyone else did.
Ranma-chan was just getting to her feet when she felt the small trickle of water on her back. With an expression of sheer dread she turned to meet the smiling face of Ryouga, holding the ladle.
"Why?" Ryouga face contorted into an evil looking grin.
"Payback."
This was perhaps the worst thing to say to Ranma, suddenly all the little things Ranma had been keeping inside of herself decided now was a good time to escape. They were just little things like, anger, hatred, depression, and his ultimate desire for vengeance. All these things began to make themselves manifest in the slowly growing battle aura outlining Ranma-chan's lithe form.
The wind began to pickup, fuelled by the sheer power of her anger, Ryouga lost his smirk and set himself. Preparing to grind Ranma's face into the dust. Ranma however was battling the storm of emotions playing out within her, the iron grip of her will tried time and time again to control the rage, anger, hatred and depression only to be beaten back the sheer strength of them.
The battle could plainly be seen on Ranma's face, and the sheer amount of power being generated could not be measured but it could be felt.
Juuban:
Setsuna had just returned from a meeting when she felt it. While all the scouts had a link to each other it usually amounted to nothing more than a vague feeling. Setsuna was currently feeling a LOT more than something vague. Right now it felt like someone was kicking her in the guts, hard.
Acting quickly Setsuna flagged down a passing Taxi.
"Nerima, and fast."
A Small house in Nerima:
Nodaka Satome was washing dishes when she felt it. The small dish she currently held crashed to the floor, but she paid it no mind.
Pausing only to grab the family Katana she rushed out of the house and flagged a nearby Taxi.
"Tendo Dojo, and step on it." There was no doubt in Nodaka's mind that something bad was happening to her only child. A mother can just feel these things.
Pluto:
The surface of Pluto was barren and cold, truly the most difficult planet to live on in the entire solar system. But people had lived her once. After the fall of the Moon Kingdom many of the building had been destroyed, more had fallen to the passing of time and now lay in ruins.
Out of the entire planet only a single structure still stood, home of the royal family of Pluto it had stood even before the first settlers from the Moon Kingdom had landed. Built by a race long forgotten it alone had defied the twin daggers of war and time.
Usually it was empty, on occasion a single light could be seen when the guardian of time had business in the home she had been raised in. Now it lay empty, the guardian having business on Earth. That was not to say that nothing was happening in the ancient structure, for if one looked deep into the castle you could find movement.
Deep in a forgotten basement stood the core of the Charon computer, charged with monitoring all of space it had slumbered for centuries as automatic protocols handled the data collected. Now it was starting to wake up, it's mistress was stirring and it she would soon need the data the computer had been collecting for over a thousand years.
Authors Note: Thanks to all the people who encouraged me to continue this chapter. Sorry it took so long, I was upgrading my OS and dealing with some school stuff. Now that that's out of the way I can get back to writing.
I just want to tell people that I haven't forgotten the Amazons so expect them to show up soon.
