Harry Saotome and the Philosopher's Stone
Chapter III
"Of Fiends and Foes"
The brown haired boy was violently shoved into the school's back wall. He hit the ground with a thud. He looked up at his aggressor with gray eyes.
"Like I said, 'You're money, or I beat you,'" the blonde boy told him as he cracked his knuckles.
The smaller boy looked all around for an escape, but none would be found. They were in between the back of the school, which was over thirty foot high, and the wall, which was only fifteen foot high. There were only seven foot between the two; therefore, there was not enough room to maneuver. The ground was barren due to the high walls.
The larger boy kicked him in the gut. The brown haired boy, surprisingly, took the blow with barely a sound. Just as a he kicked again someone cleared they're throat.
"Dursley," began Harry, who was lying on the school wall. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop beating people?"
He stood up and watched the fatter boy run towards the corner. Harry threw a rock, just as the Dudley reached it. It hit Dudley square in the shoulder blades and he went down.
The boy, who had been knocked down, got up as Harry hopped down from his perch. The boy put his hand out and Harry shook it with a smile.
"Thanks for getting rid of Dursley," said the boy. "If you hadn't come along, I guess I'd be pretty bad off."
"What's your name?" Harry asked him. The gray-eyed boy chuckled.
"Rekka Masaki, and you must be the Harry Saotome I've heard so much about," said Rekka. Harry scratched his head.
"You weren't here that day a few weeks ago?" Harry asked him.
Rekka shook his head. "No," he said. "I was on a training trip with my father."
"Training? As in 'Martial Arts'?" asked Harry, excitedly.
"Yes," began Rekka. "I am Rekka Masaki, inheritor of 'The Masaki School of Entertainer's Martial Arts'!"
He took a dramatic pose that involved producing a hand of playing cards from nowhere to mask his lower face. Harry sweatdropped.
"Wait," he began. "If you're a martial artist, then why did you let him beat you like that?"
His new friend laughed nervously. "Well, as my name implies, I have a bad temper. So I only try to fight, if I really have to. Because, my temper almost always gets the better of me, unless I'm sparring."
"Oh! I get it!" exclaimed Harry. "If you mad in a fight, you get really mad and sloppy."
Rekka shook his head. "Not quite. I get really mad, and extremely merciless. My dad said that I was cold."
Harry was about to respond, when the bell suddenly rang. They agreed to meet at the school gate after class.
"Great. Now I'm all wet," Ranma-chan said aloud. She heard Akane sigh, behind her.
"You really are a water magnet, you know?" Akane told the damp girl. Ranma nodded her head in agreement.
The pair stood in front of the High School's gate. A fire hydrant, a block away, had burst, and the stream had only hit Ranma.
They were about to walk in, when a tall boy, about their age, asked where Furinken High was. He wore a yellow tunic, a yellow bandanna with black spots, black pants, and huge backpack. They simply pointed at the sigh.
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Soon, I'll prove myself and defeat Ranma Saotome."
"Wait a minute," Ranma said, as she tugged on his sleeve. "I'm Ranma Saotome."
He gave her a perplexed look, but he grinned when after he looked into her ocean blue eyes. "You've been to Jusenkyo Ranma."
"Defend yourself!" he yelled as he pulled an umbrella from nowhere and slashed at her with it. Ranma hopped back, and watched as the umbrella shattered part of the school wall.
She jumped over the wall and sprinted to the center of the courtyard. Kuno rushed to embrace her, but Akane punted him all the way to the Juban district.
The Boy charged straight at Ranma and brought his umbrella down in a crushing blow. The redhead side stepped it and gave a high kick in return. The boy could not dodge it, but it did not faze him in the least.
With a feral growl he lunged her, but she was too agile and slipped under his grapple. She darted passed and gave him an elbow to the back of his head. The boy stared to chase after her, but stopped.
He pulled a few bandannas from his head and threw them at the girl. She dodged them and watched them fly into a nearby tree. A few branches fell to the ground. Ranma ran towards the boy.
He snarled and charged to meet the short girl. Then she jumped to the side, and he crashed into the fountain. When the splash subsided, the boy was gone without a trace.
Ranma wiped some sweat from her face.
"Glad that's over with. Right Akane?" she asked. "Hey where are you?"
She found her fiancé in the midst of a huddled group of students. She was crying.
"Akane! What happened? Are you hurt?" exclaimed Ranma as she ran to the girl's side. Akane took one look at Ranma and latched onto her. It was then that Ranma noticed how short the girl's hair was.
She put her arms around the distressed girl, till had no more tears.
In one of the school's upper windows, Nabiki gave her sister a look of sympathy.
On the dojo floor both Harry and Rekka lay panting for breath. Dozens, upon dozens, of playing cards, knives, and throwing hoops were imbedded in the walls. Patches of the floor, wall, and ceiling were charred. In short, the place was a mess.
"Remind me to never get you angry," Harry finally managed to gasp out. Rekka, somehow, turned towards his new friend.
"Don't worry, you did good. In fact, I bet we'll get really good if we do this regularly though," said the exhausted boy.
A few moments passed in perfect silence. Outside the birds could be heard chirping.
"Rekka?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Harry?" he replied.
"What's the story with Dursley?"
Rekka sighed. "God, how many years ago was that?" he began. Harry gave him a questioning look.
"Well, about six years ago he started school with me, same class and everything. After a while he became a bully, but the school never said a thing. I think it has something to do with his father's company; anyway, his family moved to the country a year later, and they just moved back before you started," he explained.
Harry shook his head. "No. I meant, 'why is he in Japan?'"
"Oh!" said Rekka. "I think his family had some trouble back in England. Then they fled like cowards, like he did earlier!"
They both gave a hearty laugh at the memory.
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Harry.
"What?" asked his friend.
Harry looked around. "We still have to clean this up!"
Harry suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. A hand covered his mouth to prevent a yell.
Hw soon saw that it was his brother that woke him up.
'What's wrong,' Harry hand signed.
Ranma quickly responded. 'A prowler is outside the house.'
Harry nodded and, the two quickly left the room. They soon left the house and looked around outside.
After a few minutes of searching for the thief, they decided to head back in and drag him out. Then suddenly, Harry pointed at one of the upper room's window. A shadowy figure was inside.
They quickly, but quietly, headed back into the house to find the intruder. He charged as soon as he saw them. Ranma took a defensive stance, but it was futile.
A shorthaired Akane stepped out of a doorway and knocked the intruder trough a wall with a large skillet. Both boys blinked and looked at her as a splashing sound came from outside.
"Good hit Sis," Nabiki said, as she stepped out of the door Akane had used.
Kasumi also come out of the door and smiled. "Good thing I lent you that mallet."
After a few moments of congratulating her, everyone headed back to bed. But no one noticed the letter the thief had dropped.
The girl yawned as she finally got back into bed. It had been a long and tiring day.
'And I have to get up early tomorrow, too!' she thought to herself.
As she snuggled into the covers, she found something in the bed with her. She pulled it out and examined it.
"What a cute bandanna!" she exclaimed.
She soon fell asleep, clutching a teddy bear in her arms.
Notes
Rekka can translate as, "The Flame of Anger"
And now to deal with something that's been bothering me
Many of my readers have informed me that Ranma is too mature as a child. And to counter this, I say,
"A six-year-old child can tell that leaving a baby for dead in the rain, is wrong."
That's all. Have a nice evening.
Written by Baladar. Send all comments to Tasslehoff_11@yahoo.com
Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma½.
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Chapter III
"Of Fiends and Foes"
The brown haired boy was violently shoved into the school's back wall. He hit the ground with a thud. He looked up at his aggressor with gray eyes.
"Like I said, 'You're money, or I beat you,'" the blonde boy told him as he cracked his knuckles.
The smaller boy looked all around for an escape, but none would be found. They were in between the back of the school, which was over thirty foot high, and the wall, which was only fifteen foot high. There were only seven foot between the two; therefore, there was not enough room to maneuver. The ground was barren due to the high walls.
The larger boy kicked him in the gut. The brown haired boy, surprisingly, took the blow with barely a sound. Just as a he kicked again someone cleared they're throat.
"Dursley," began Harry, who was lying on the school wall. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop beating people?"
He stood up and watched the fatter boy run towards the corner. Harry threw a rock, just as the Dudley reached it. It hit Dudley square in the shoulder blades and he went down.
The boy, who had been knocked down, got up as Harry hopped down from his perch. The boy put his hand out and Harry shook it with a smile.
"Thanks for getting rid of Dursley," said the boy. "If you hadn't come along, I guess I'd be pretty bad off."
"What's your name?" Harry asked him. The gray-eyed boy chuckled.
"Rekka Masaki, and you must be the Harry Saotome I've heard so much about," said Rekka. Harry scratched his head.
"You weren't here that day a few weeks ago?" Harry asked him.
Rekka shook his head. "No," he said. "I was on a training trip with my father."
"Training? As in 'Martial Arts'?" asked Harry, excitedly.
"Yes," began Rekka. "I am Rekka Masaki, inheritor of 'The Masaki School of Entertainer's Martial Arts'!"
He took a dramatic pose that involved producing a hand of playing cards from nowhere to mask his lower face. Harry sweatdropped.
"Wait," he began. "If you're a martial artist, then why did you let him beat you like that?"
His new friend laughed nervously. "Well, as my name implies, I have a bad temper. So I only try to fight, if I really have to. Because, my temper almost always gets the better of me, unless I'm sparring."
"Oh! I get it!" exclaimed Harry. "If you mad in a fight, you get really mad and sloppy."
Rekka shook his head. "Not quite. I get really mad, and extremely merciless. My dad said that I was cold."
Harry was about to respond, when the bell suddenly rang. They agreed to meet at the school gate after class.
"Great. Now I'm all wet," Ranma-chan said aloud. She heard Akane sigh, behind her.
"You really are a water magnet, you know?" Akane told the damp girl. Ranma nodded her head in agreement.
The pair stood in front of the High School's gate. A fire hydrant, a block away, had burst, and the stream had only hit Ranma.
They were about to walk in, when a tall boy, about their age, asked where Furinken High was. He wore a yellow tunic, a yellow bandanna with black spots, black pants, and huge backpack. They simply pointed at the sigh.
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Soon, I'll prove myself and defeat Ranma Saotome."
"Wait a minute," Ranma said, as she tugged on his sleeve. "I'm Ranma Saotome."
He gave her a perplexed look, but he grinned when after he looked into her ocean blue eyes. "You've been to Jusenkyo Ranma."
"Defend yourself!" he yelled as he pulled an umbrella from nowhere and slashed at her with it. Ranma hopped back, and watched as the umbrella shattered part of the school wall.
She jumped over the wall and sprinted to the center of the courtyard. Kuno rushed to embrace her, but Akane punted him all the way to the Juban district.
The Boy charged straight at Ranma and brought his umbrella down in a crushing blow. The redhead side stepped it and gave a high kick in return. The boy could not dodge it, but it did not faze him in the least.
With a feral growl he lunged her, but she was too agile and slipped under his grapple. She darted passed and gave him an elbow to the back of his head. The boy stared to chase after her, but stopped.
He pulled a few bandannas from his head and threw them at the girl. She dodged them and watched them fly into a nearby tree. A few branches fell to the ground. Ranma ran towards the boy.
He snarled and charged to meet the short girl. Then she jumped to the side, and he crashed into the fountain. When the splash subsided, the boy was gone without a trace.
Ranma wiped some sweat from her face.
"Glad that's over with. Right Akane?" she asked. "Hey where are you?"
She found her fiancé in the midst of a huddled group of students. She was crying.
"Akane! What happened? Are you hurt?" exclaimed Ranma as she ran to the girl's side. Akane took one look at Ranma and latched onto her. It was then that Ranma noticed how short the girl's hair was.
She put her arms around the distressed girl, till had no more tears.
In one of the school's upper windows, Nabiki gave her sister a look of sympathy.
On the dojo floor both Harry and Rekka lay panting for breath. Dozens, upon dozens, of playing cards, knives, and throwing hoops were imbedded in the walls. Patches of the floor, wall, and ceiling were charred. In short, the place was a mess.
"Remind me to never get you angry," Harry finally managed to gasp out. Rekka, somehow, turned towards his new friend.
"Don't worry, you did good. In fact, I bet we'll get really good if we do this regularly though," said the exhausted boy.
A few moments passed in perfect silence. Outside the birds could be heard chirping.
"Rekka?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Harry?" he replied.
"What's the story with Dursley?"
Rekka sighed. "God, how many years ago was that?" he began. Harry gave him a questioning look.
"Well, about six years ago he started school with me, same class and everything. After a while he became a bully, but the school never said a thing. I think it has something to do with his father's company; anyway, his family moved to the country a year later, and they just moved back before you started," he explained.
Harry shook his head. "No. I meant, 'why is he in Japan?'"
"Oh!" said Rekka. "I think his family had some trouble back in England. Then they fled like cowards, like he did earlier!"
They both gave a hearty laugh at the memory.
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Harry.
"What?" asked his friend.
Harry looked around. "We still have to clean this up!"
Harry suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. A hand covered his mouth to prevent a yell.
Hw soon saw that it was his brother that woke him up.
'What's wrong,' Harry hand signed.
Ranma quickly responded. 'A prowler is outside the house.'
Harry nodded and, the two quickly left the room. They soon left the house and looked around outside.
After a few minutes of searching for the thief, they decided to head back in and drag him out. Then suddenly, Harry pointed at one of the upper room's window. A shadowy figure was inside.
They quickly, but quietly, headed back into the house to find the intruder. He charged as soon as he saw them. Ranma took a defensive stance, but it was futile.
A shorthaired Akane stepped out of a doorway and knocked the intruder trough a wall with a large skillet. Both boys blinked and looked at her as a splashing sound came from outside.
"Good hit Sis," Nabiki said, as she stepped out of the door Akane had used.
Kasumi also come out of the door and smiled. "Good thing I lent you that mallet."
After a few moments of congratulating her, everyone headed back to bed. But no one noticed the letter the thief had dropped.
The girl yawned as she finally got back into bed. It had been a long and tiring day.
'And I have to get up early tomorrow, too!' she thought to herself.
As she snuggled into the covers, she found something in the bed with her. She pulled it out and examined it.
"What a cute bandanna!" she exclaimed.
She soon fell asleep, clutching a teddy bear in her arms.
Notes
Rekka can translate as, "The Flame of Anger"
And now to deal with something that's been bothering me
Many of my readers have informed me that Ranma is too mature as a child. And to counter this, I say,
"A six-year-old child can tell that leaving a baby for dead in the rain, is wrong."
That's all. Have a nice evening.
Written by Baladar. Send all comments to Tasslehoff_11@yahoo.com
Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma½.
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.