Mark of the Wolves/ Ranma 1/2
Quiet Control Chapter 6
"Rage"
"Oh, my," Whispered Kasumi for the umpteenth time, once again drawing concerns everyone around the table.
"What yellow hair boy do to nice girl?" Asked Shampoo as Rock set the steaming pot onto the table.
"I... did not do anything," replied Rock innocently, then smirked and winced at the pain in his ribs from behing hugged too tight, "well, maybe I did round a few corners a bit tightly."
"Oh, my," said Kasumi.
"My poor little girl is comatose!!!!!" Wailed Soun.
"In any case, I hope you enjoy this, I had to experiment with a few things since I was not able to find all the nessisary ingredients."
Ranma shuddered at the word "experimenting", since the one who usually experiments was Akane, and everyone at the table exept for Rock himself know how those turned out. From the looks of everyone else, including Akane, the sentiments of Ranma were the same.
As Rock finished serving up the colorful stew into everyone's bowl, he noted the wary looks on everyone's faces, "what is wrong? Have I done something offensive?" Rock asked, a bit worried he made a bad impression on his manners.
"Er, no, that is, um, it's, uh, usually customary for the server to begin the meal before everyone else," stated Soun, coming nowhere near hiding his nervousness.
"I did not know that custom, but if you insist," Rock took a sip and his eyebrows hit his hairline, causing everyone to scoot back from the table, ready to make their excuses for not being hungry.
"You were right Kasumi, these peppers do work well as a substitute," with that Rock began to hungrily dive into his portion of dinner.
Akane, being the most adventurous of the gang, decided to take a *slight* sample, and was quite suprised, "wow, this IS good! What is this called?"
"Jambaliya, a Creole dish." Rock replied proudly, then scooped up a bit more from his bowl. Tenativly, everyone else gave it a try and found the meal to their liking.
"This too, too delicious, all ku....ku...kur..., funny word dish taste good?" asked Shampoo, not quite able to say the word "creole".
"Yeah, this ain't half bad, I was worried that this was gonna be something like the Tomboy's cooking," Ranma said as he casually pulled his head to the side and avoided a hurled vase his way by Akane, then went back to 'inhaling' his serving, and fighting his father for more.
"Oh, my," replied Kasumi, her voice still nowhere near higher than a whisper.
"Is she going to remain like this?" Asked Rock.
"Only until the gag gets old," Replied Ranma matter-of-factly after finishing up his 4th bowl, "what was that move you did to us earlier, that Rei Jin Sto-whatever, is it American?"
"Raging Storm, a powerful technique from the Hakkyaku-seiken Ryuu," stated Colonge solomnly while scooping up some rice from her bowl of jambaliya.
"OLD GHOUL! When did you get here?" Ranma asked incredulously.
"Am I to be mistaken that you are the scion of Geese Howard? Replied Cologne as she stood on Ranma's head, which was half buried through the table via a tap from Cologne's staff.
Rock's face darkened a bit, "who needs to know?"
"No one important," replied Cologne with a slight smile, "I can see you have a good heart for it not to matter. But I must warn you, son-in-law, that technique you use is a dangerous one to it's weilder."
Shampoo suddenly snapped still and went stiff after hearing what her great-grandmother just said.
"That is not the first time I have been told that," stated Rock before his mind registered three of the words she said, "WHAT? SON-IN-LAW?!?"
Ukyo's spoon stopped just before it reached her mouth, Ranma forced himself up from under Cologne with a suprised look on his face, Shampoo joined Kasumi in the fair realm of Catatonia, and Rock's mouth opening and closing like a trout that was pulled out of the water, Kasumi whispering 'oh my'.
Cologne kept her urge to laugh in check, "Is my great-granddaughter that unattractive? Do you and Son-in, er, Ranma find her unbecoming?"
"...." Rock could not reply for a few second until he got back control of his mouth, "Uh, I mean that is, she is beauti, er, nice and, um I mean I do not..." Rock tried to find the words to speak, switching between Japanese and English in his nervousness as he looked around the room for help. Shampoo and Kasumi were both still out of it, Ukyo and Akane giving looks of "don't expect me to bail you out", Ryoga looking slightly undaunted, Soun and Genma starting to grow flustered that their plans were coming into new opposition, Nabiki's eyes narrowing about *something* she disliked, and Ranma giving a look that held both sympathy and relief.
"I am merely jesting, young Howard," Replied Cologne with a chuckle, "You're rational earlier was enough for me, besides I would say that if the fight continued, you would not have come out the victor."
Rock's sigh of relief turned into a grunt of indignity, "and why you say that?"
"Not to slight you, but you were up against no less than four fighters who are at least in peer with your skills, though you handled yourself quite well, using their non-existant teamwork against them."
"Well, I have trained hard," replied Rock modestly. "Hmph, I coulda taken him if no one was in my way," interjected Ranma.
"Maybe," countered Rock with a hint of challenge in his voice.
"Perhaps that is a fight we would have to witness once," interrupted Cologne, "Son-in-law's speed and tenacity vs one with such a mastery in stratagy and potent ki abilities."
"Yeah, how do you do that Raijingu Storumu thingie," asked Ranma, butchoring the English words.
"It is... not something you would be able to do," answered Rock a bit downfallen, "it is a family curse as it is a technique, only four people ever in the Hakkiyaku Seiken School have mastered it, me and my.... birth father.... are the only two living right now."
"Oh yeah? I bet I learn that move in 3 days!" replied Ranma in a challenge.
"Son-in-law, what he means is you CANNOT practice the technique because you lack the temperment for it, he doesn't mean that it is a sealed technique, though it should be like your father's Yamaseiken and Umiseiken, nor the fact that it is a very difficult technique, but that it is a 'Rage technique'."
"Huh, Rage technique, what's that?" asked Akane.
"A skill that uses your own angst and anger to channel the appropriate ki for the technique," answered Rock before Colonge could.
The ancient woman was taken aback, "You, you know about the Raging Storm, yet you still use the move? I would assume that you know what happened to the other THREE practitioners of the move, what it did to them."
"I am not a fool, ancient one," replied Rock, switching to Mandarin Chinese, "I was taught the move by one who trusted in me enough to believe I was strong enough to conquer it, though he himself did not practice the move."
"Please, in Japanese so everyone else can follow," asked Cologne, "the man who taught you the Raging Storm, I would believe him to be one Mr. Terry Bogard?"
"That is him," confirmed Rock.
"Hmm, if he trusted you enough to teach it to you, perhaps you will be the first to completely command it?"
"Huh? You talk like this move is gonna kill him or something," said Ryoga.
"Not quite, at least in death your soul is intact," answered Cologne gravely.
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"Only 2 hours, you arrived quickly," stated Oyabun Youru in a business tone.
A man with long yet oily orange hair tilted his head to the side, tresses of hair shifting from in front of his preditory eyes, "I was in Hong Kong on sport, you have a game for me to play?"
"An old playmate of yours, I believe, is in town..."
"A lot of my old toys live in Japan. I broke most of them already," interrupted Youru's guest, shifting his whole body to the side slightly in a smooth snakelike motion.
"But this one isn't always here, I heard he is one 'toy' that managed to elude you after defeating you?"
The preditory eyes narrowed into slight slits, like a snake that had just eyed it's prey, "and who do you mean?" Youru picked up a photo that was lying face down on his desk, and before he could turn it around, a slight wind was all that signalled that Youru was no longer holding the photo, and instinctivly jerked his hand back as if to avoid getting it cut off.
"Howard...." hissed Freeman as he inspected the picture, then slowly and softly dragged a long fingernail over it, cutting Rock's image in half.
Quiet Control Chapter 6
"Rage"
"Oh, my," Whispered Kasumi for the umpteenth time, once again drawing concerns everyone around the table.
"What yellow hair boy do to nice girl?" Asked Shampoo as Rock set the steaming pot onto the table.
"I... did not do anything," replied Rock innocently, then smirked and winced at the pain in his ribs from behing hugged too tight, "well, maybe I did round a few corners a bit tightly."
"Oh, my," said Kasumi.
"My poor little girl is comatose!!!!!" Wailed Soun.
"In any case, I hope you enjoy this, I had to experiment with a few things since I was not able to find all the nessisary ingredients."
Ranma shuddered at the word "experimenting", since the one who usually experiments was Akane, and everyone at the table exept for Rock himself know how those turned out. From the looks of everyone else, including Akane, the sentiments of Ranma were the same.
As Rock finished serving up the colorful stew into everyone's bowl, he noted the wary looks on everyone's faces, "what is wrong? Have I done something offensive?" Rock asked, a bit worried he made a bad impression on his manners.
"Er, no, that is, um, it's, uh, usually customary for the server to begin the meal before everyone else," stated Soun, coming nowhere near hiding his nervousness.
"I did not know that custom, but if you insist," Rock took a sip and his eyebrows hit his hairline, causing everyone to scoot back from the table, ready to make their excuses for not being hungry.
"You were right Kasumi, these peppers do work well as a substitute," with that Rock began to hungrily dive into his portion of dinner.
Akane, being the most adventurous of the gang, decided to take a *slight* sample, and was quite suprised, "wow, this IS good! What is this called?"
"Jambaliya, a Creole dish." Rock replied proudly, then scooped up a bit more from his bowl. Tenativly, everyone else gave it a try and found the meal to their liking.
"This too, too delicious, all ku....ku...kur..., funny word dish taste good?" asked Shampoo, not quite able to say the word "creole".
"Yeah, this ain't half bad, I was worried that this was gonna be something like the Tomboy's cooking," Ranma said as he casually pulled his head to the side and avoided a hurled vase his way by Akane, then went back to 'inhaling' his serving, and fighting his father for more.
"Oh, my," replied Kasumi, her voice still nowhere near higher than a whisper.
"Is she going to remain like this?" Asked Rock.
"Only until the gag gets old," Replied Ranma matter-of-factly after finishing up his 4th bowl, "what was that move you did to us earlier, that Rei Jin Sto-whatever, is it American?"
"Raging Storm, a powerful technique from the Hakkyaku-seiken Ryuu," stated Colonge solomnly while scooping up some rice from her bowl of jambaliya.
"OLD GHOUL! When did you get here?" Ranma asked incredulously.
"Am I to be mistaken that you are the scion of Geese Howard? Replied Cologne as she stood on Ranma's head, which was half buried through the table via a tap from Cologne's staff.
Rock's face darkened a bit, "who needs to know?"
"No one important," replied Cologne with a slight smile, "I can see you have a good heart for it not to matter. But I must warn you, son-in-law, that technique you use is a dangerous one to it's weilder."
Shampoo suddenly snapped still and went stiff after hearing what her great-grandmother just said.
"That is not the first time I have been told that," stated Rock before his mind registered three of the words she said, "WHAT? SON-IN-LAW?!?"
Ukyo's spoon stopped just before it reached her mouth, Ranma forced himself up from under Cologne with a suprised look on his face, Shampoo joined Kasumi in the fair realm of Catatonia, and Rock's mouth opening and closing like a trout that was pulled out of the water, Kasumi whispering 'oh my'.
Cologne kept her urge to laugh in check, "Is my great-granddaughter that unattractive? Do you and Son-in, er, Ranma find her unbecoming?"
"...." Rock could not reply for a few second until he got back control of his mouth, "Uh, I mean that is, she is beauti, er, nice and, um I mean I do not..." Rock tried to find the words to speak, switching between Japanese and English in his nervousness as he looked around the room for help. Shampoo and Kasumi were both still out of it, Ukyo and Akane giving looks of "don't expect me to bail you out", Ryoga looking slightly undaunted, Soun and Genma starting to grow flustered that their plans were coming into new opposition, Nabiki's eyes narrowing about *something* she disliked, and Ranma giving a look that held both sympathy and relief.
"I am merely jesting, young Howard," Replied Cologne with a chuckle, "You're rational earlier was enough for me, besides I would say that if the fight continued, you would not have come out the victor."
Rock's sigh of relief turned into a grunt of indignity, "and why you say that?"
"Not to slight you, but you were up against no less than four fighters who are at least in peer with your skills, though you handled yourself quite well, using their non-existant teamwork against them."
"Well, I have trained hard," replied Rock modestly. "Hmph, I coulda taken him if no one was in my way," interjected Ranma.
"Maybe," countered Rock with a hint of challenge in his voice.
"Perhaps that is a fight we would have to witness once," interrupted Cologne, "Son-in-law's speed and tenacity vs one with such a mastery in stratagy and potent ki abilities."
"Yeah, how do you do that Raijingu Storumu thingie," asked Ranma, butchoring the English words.
"It is... not something you would be able to do," answered Rock a bit downfallen, "it is a family curse as it is a technique, only four people ever in the Hakkiyaku Seiken School have mastered it, me and my.... birth father.... are the only two living right now."
"Oh yeah? I bet I learn that move in 3 days!" replied Ranma in a challenge.
"Son-in-law, what he means is you CANNOT practice the technique because you lack the temperment for it, he doesn't mean that it is a sealed technique, though it should be like your father's Yamaseiken and Umiseiken, nor the fact that it is a very difficult technique, but that it is a 'Rage technique'."
"Huh, Rage technique, what's that?" asked Akane.
"A skill that uses your own angst and anger to channel the appropriate ki for the technique," answered Rock before Colonge could.
The ancient woman was taken aback, "You, you know about the Raging Storm, yet you still use the move? I would assume that you know what happened to the other THREE practitioners of the move, what it did to them."
"I am not a fool, ancient one," replied Rock, switching to Mandarin Chinese, "I was taught the move by one who trusted in me enough to believe I was strong enough to conquer it, though he himself did not practice the move."
"Please, in Japanese so everyone else can follow," asked Cologne, "the man who taught you the Raging Storm, I would believe him to be one Mr. Terry Bogard?"
"That is him," confirmed Rock.
"Hmm, if he trusted you enough to teach it to you, perhaps you will be the first to completely command it?"
"Huh? You talk like this move is gonna kill him or something," said Ryoga.
"Not quite, at least in death your soul is intact," answered Cologne gravely.
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"Only 2 hours, you arrived quickly," stated Oyabun Youru in a business tone.
A man with long yet oily orange hair tilted his head to the side, tresses of hair shifting from in front of his preditory eyes, "I was in Hong Kong on sport, you have a game for me to play?"
"An old playmate of yours, I believe, is in town..."
"A lot of my old toys live in Japan. I broke most of them already," interrupted Youru's guest, shifting his whole body to the side slightly in a smooth snakelike motion.
"But this one isn't always here, I heard he is one 'toy' that managed to elude you after defeating you?"
The preditory eyes narrowed into slight slits, like a snake that had just eyed it's prey, "and who do you mean?" Youru picked up a photo that was lying face down on his desk, and before he could turn it around, a slight wind was all that signalled that Youru was no longer holding the photo, and instinctivly jerked his hand back as if to avoid getting it cut off.
"Howard...." hissed Freeman as he inspected the picture, then slowly and softly dragged a long fingernail over it, cutting Rock's image in half.