Ranma/ Dance Dance Revolution
"Honestly Ranma," Akane begged, "Can't you just... let it go?"
The pigtailed boy turned and glared at his fiancee, before stalking into the arcade.
"All you're gonna do is just embarrass yourself more!" Akane immidiately realized she had just spurned him on, and sighed in resignation. "He didn't even challenge you!" akane shouted, following Ranma in.
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"What the hell am I supposed to do!"
"The arrows! Step on the arrows!"
"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?!?" Ranma shouted, randomly stomping on arrows.
"WHEN THEY'RE ON THE SCREEN, YOU IDIOT!" Akane shouted back, offended at Ranma for raising his voice at her.
"THEY'RE ALWAYS ON THE SCREEN!"
"TRY... try when they're just coming on!" Akane lowered her voice, refusing to feed the cycle that would eventually lead to violent tendicies.
"IT'S NOT WORKING!" Ranma shouted frantically, while working on random buttons.
"Honestly, Ranma, it's a dancing game, maybe you need to dance!"
"Easy for you to say," Nonetheless, Ranma attempted to dance.
"STOP DANCING, FOR KAMI'S SAKES, STOP DANCING!" Akane shouted, watching the horror.
"BUT YOU TOLD ME TO DANCE!"
The few people in the arcade were giving the two wide birth, and many that were waiting in line to play, decided that it would be prudent to find other games to play.
Once again, Ranma found himself staring at the 'Failed' screen, "How! I hit all the arrows on the screen!"
"There's a bit more to it than that." Both Akane and Ranma turned to find Rage standing behind them, "Now, if you don't mind, some of us want to play, too."
"What's Ranma doing wrong?" Akane asked, much to Ranma's 'amusement'.
"Well, he might want to try hitting the buttons on beat, for one thing," Rage stated factually, 'and..."
"Whatever, it's yours," Ranma interrupted, "Come on, Akane." The raven haired girl looked back to Ranma, and then Rage, before following her fiancee out the arcade.
Rage watched them depart, while sipping on the straw to his soda, "Hmph, wierd guy."
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Ranma looked around, and started into the arcade. He came to the conclusion that Akane was distracting him too much, and that it was best if he ditched her for the time being; she didn't seem to know any more about the game than he did, after all.
The machine looked a bit under the wear, but it looked usable. Ranma made his way over to the change machine, and then back.
"Heh, you don't look so tough now, do ya?"
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"WAIT! I HIT THAT ARROW! NO! WHAT THE? NO FAIR!" Once again, Ranma found the rather familiar English word scrawled across the screen.
"Try waiting for the arrows to reach the top of the screen."
"WHO ASKED YOU?!?" Ranma bellowed, turning to find his present bane.
Rage held his hands up in defense, "Hey! I'm just offering some advise!"
"Well I don't need your advice!" Ranma retorted, before his eyes narrowed further, "Hey, what are you doing here, anyways?"
"I live just down the block," Rage supplied, factually, "Machine isn't all that responsive, but I can get some good play out of it. Now it's my turn, I think."
Ranma stepped off the machine, glaring at his new nemesis, before leaving the arcade.
"That guy is really strange."
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It took him a bit of asking around, but Ranma finally found it. The machine was in pretty good condition. Ranma smirked, the pizza parlor that he found it in was pretty good, to boot. The best thing about it all, was it was completely on the opposite side of Tokyo, away from a certain individual's home...
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"HEY! THAT WAS AT THE TOP OF THE SCREEN!" Ranma screamed, constantly stomping the arrows on the pad to the beat, "Damn it! Another broken pad!"
"it's not broken, you just gotta hit it on beat."
Ranma turned around, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Rage backed up at the angry retort, "Ah, this place has some of the best pizza around, so I come around here when I have the urge."
Ranma's eye twitched, as his suspicions arose. Before his irritation could peak, Ranma sniffed, turned back to the game, and put in another hundred yen coin, "Well, shows what you know? Watch! I'll have this game licked yet!"
Rage shrugged, and took a bite out of his pizza slice, "I'm sure you will."
Ranma's teeth gritted from what he knew had to be some implied slight. With grim determination, he once again selected 'Max 300'
"KATCHU TENSHIN AMAGURIKEN!"
Well, at least Rage was impressed, regardless of the 'Failed' screen...
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Ranma breathed deeply, the north country air did good for one, especially after being in the city for so long.
It was a small Mom and Pop store, the kind that kept an arcade game or two to keep the kiddies happy when the parents shopped. Plus, it was remote enough that no one should have any business up there.
Ranma chuckled in victory, as he inserted his hundred yen coin...
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Ranma was beginning to hate that word...
"Failed"
With a crooked and irritated smile, Ranma brought up his fist, and aimed it at the screen.
"Don't, it's the only good machine around for miles..."
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME!!"
Rage blinked, "You seem to have some serious anger management issues. Anyways, I was just up here visiting a cousin, that's all."
Ranma didn't buy the excuse, before turning away, and putting another hundred yen coin into the machine, while attempting to ignore the other boy. That wasn't about to happen.
"Maybe you should try an easier song."
"Wait until the arrows reach the top of the screen."
"On beat, you hit the arrows on beat..."
"There is a fourth arrow, you know?"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Ranma turned around and shouted.
"I guess it's my turn, now," Rage replied, undaunted by Ranma's temper tantrum. The pigtailed boy blinked, and turned to find the failed screen before him...
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Rage sulked, as he stared at the twisted pile of arcade unit. He was going to have to wait two days until he got back home to play, now.
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"What in the world were you doing way up there?" Akane asked, incredulously, "Really! Do you have to make everything a competition?"
Ranma attempted to ignore Akane, while musing over the things Rage told him. Although Ranma never asked for help, he had to begrudingly heed what he had been told. It was funny, now that he thought about it, it made sense. he noticed that every so often, the arrows at the top seemed to light up slightly when he stepped on them, maybe he should wait until the arrows were exactly inside the ones at the top.
"I GOT IT!" Ranma shouted, before suddenly taking off like a shot. Before Akane could even react, Ranma was over the dojo wall.
Akane stared after him, before her confused expression grew irritated, "What's that jerk up to, now?"
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Ranma looked around, just knowing that that jerk was nearby, spying on him again. Ranma chuckled darkly to himself, just let him, he'll be in for a surprise!
Ranma stepped out into the open, striding smugly through the arcade. The aura of confidence about him caused many to turn and look in slight awe. They then turned and looked towards his destination, and knew. Not a single one doubted that the guy with the pigtail was one of the greats, and the show he was about to present would be one they would be praising for a while to come.
Ranma paid them no mind, as he focused on the Dance Dance Revolution Machine at the other end of the arcade, unoccupied. It was as if the fates had cleared his path to his ascension. The pigtailed boy quickly cleared his thoughts, before he developed Kuno-syndrome, and sped up his approach to the machine. Just as he was upon it, he pulled out the bills from his pocket, and blinked.
With several curses, Ranma turned around, walked through the parted crowd that had been following him and building as he went by, and headed for the change machine.
Ranma grumbled, and turned back around to the machine. He brisquely walked towards it, and once he was upon it, face-faulted, as some girl walked onto it from the side, and deposited her own hundred yen into the coin slot.
"HEY!" Ranma picked himself up, "I WAS... Nabiki?"
The girl in question turned around, immidiately recognizing her sister's fiancee. A sardonic expression crossed her face, as she folded her arms, "Well, well, Saotome, and what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Honestly Ranma," Akane begged, "Can't you just... let it go?"
The pigtailed boy turned and glared at his fiancee, before stalking into the arcade.
"All you're gonna do is just embarrass yourself more!" Akane immidiately realized she had just spurned him on, and sighed in resignation. "He didn't even challenge you!" akane shouted, following Ranma in.
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"What the hell am I supposed to do!"
"The arrows! Step on the arrows!"
"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?!?" Ranma shouted, randomly stomping on arrows.
"WHEN THEY'RE ON THE SCREEN, YOU IDIOT!" Akane shouted back, offended at Ranma for raising his voice at her.
"THEY'RE ALWAYS ON THE SCREEN!"
"TRY... try when they're just coming on!" Akane lowered her voice, refusing to feed the cycle that would eventually lead to violent tendicies.
"IT'S NOT WORKING!" Ranma shouted frantically, while working on random buttons.
"Honestly, Ranma, it's a dancing game, maybe you need to dance!"
"Easy for you to say," Nonetheless, Ranma attempted to dance.
"STOP DANCING, FOR KAMI'S SAKES, STOP DANCING!" Akane shouted, watching the horror.
"BUT YOU TOLD ME TO DANCE!"
The few people in the arcade were giving the two wide birth, and many that were waiting in line to play, decided that it would be prudent to find other games to play.
Once again, Ranma found himself staring at the 'Failed' screen, "How! I hit all the arrows on the screen!"
"There's a bit more to it than that." Both Akane and Ranma turned to find Rage standing behind them, "Now, if you don't mind, some of us want to play, too."
"What's Ranma doing wrong?" Akane asked, much to Ranma's 'amusement'.
"Well, he might want to try hitting the buttons on beat, for one thing," Rage stated factually, 'and..."
"Whatever, it's yours," Ranma interrupted, "Come on, Akane." The raven haired girl looked back to Ranma, and then Rage, before following her fiancee out the arcade.
Rage watched them depart, while sipping on the straw to his soda, "Hmph, wierd guy."
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Ranma looked around, and started into the arcade. He came to the conclusion that Akane was distracting him too much, and that it was best if he ditched her for the time being; she didn't seem to know any more about the game than he did, after all.
The machine looked a bit under the wear, but it looked usable. Ranma made his way over to the change machine, and then back.
"Heh, you don't look so tough now, do ya?"
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"WAIT! I HIT THAT ARROW! NO! WHAT THE? NO FAIR!" Once again, Ranma found the rather familiar English word scrawled across the screen.
"Try waiting for the arrows to reach the top of the screen."
"WHO ASKED YOU?!?" Ranma bellowed, turning to find his present bane.
Rage held his hands up in defense, "Hey! I'm just offering some advise!"
"Well I don't need your advice!" Ranma retorted, before his eyes narrowed further, "Hey, what are you doing here, anyways?"
"I live just down the block," Rage supplied, factually, "Machine isn't all that responsive, but I can get some good play out of it. Now it's my turn, I think."
Ranma stepped off the machine, glaring at his new nemesis, before leaving the arcade.
"That guy is really strange."
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It took him a bit of asking around, but Ranma finally found it. The machine was in pretty good condition. Ranma smirked, the pizza parlor that he found it in was pretty good, to boot. The best thing about it all, was it was completely on the opposite side of Tokyo, away from a certain individual's home...
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"HEY! THAT WAS AT THE TOP OF THE SCREEN!" Ranma screamed, constantly stomping the arrows on the pad to the beat, "Damn it! Another broken pad!"
"it's not broken, you just gotta hit it on beat."
Ranma turned around, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Rage backed up at the angry retort, "Ah, this place has some of the best pizza around, so I come around here when I have the urge."
Ranma's eye twitched, as his suspicions arose. Before his irritation could peak, Ranma sniffed, turned back to the game, and put in another hundred yen coin, "Well, shows what you know? Watch! I'll have this game licked yet!"
Rage shrugged, and took a bite out of his pizza slice, "I'm sure you will."
Ranma's teeth gritted from what he knew had to be some implied slight. With grim determination, he once again selected 'Max 300'
"KATCHU TENSHIN AMAGURIKEN!"
Well, at least Rage was impressed, regardless of the 'Failed' screen...
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Ranma breathed deeply, the north country air did good for one, especially after being in the city for so long.
It was a small Mom and Pop store, the kind that kept an arcade game or two to keep the kiddies happy when the parents shopped. Plus, it was remote enough that no one should have any business up there.
Ranma chuckled in victory, as he inserted his hundred yen coin...
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Ranma was beginning to hate that word...
"Failed"
With a crooked and irritated smile, Ranma brought up his fist, and aimed it at the screen.
"Don't, it's the only good machine around for miles..."
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME!!"
Rage blinked, "You seem to have some serious anger management issues. Anyways, I was just up here visiting a cousin, that's all."
Ranma didn't buy the excuse, before turning away, and putting another hundred yen coin into the machine, while attempting to ignore the other boy. That wasn't about to happen.
"Maybe you should try an easier song."
"Wait until the arrows reach the top of the screen."
"On beat, you hit the arrows on beat..."
"There is a fourth arrow, you know?"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Ranma turned around and shouted.
"I guess it's my turn, now," Rage replied, undaunted by Ranma's temper tantrum. The pigtailed boy blinked, and turned to find the failed screen before him...
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Rage sulked, as he stared at the twisted pile of arcade unit. He was going to have to wait two days until he got back home to play, now.
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"What in the world were you doing way up there?" Akane asked, incredulously, "Really! Do you have to make everything a competition?"
Ranma attempted to ignore Akane, while musing over the things Rage told him. Although Ranma never asked for help, he had to begrudingly heed what he had been told. It was funny, now that he thought about it, it made sense. he noticed that every so often, the arrows at the top seemed to light up slightly when he stepped on them, maybe he should wait until the arrows were exactly inside the ones at the top.
"I GOT IT!" Ranma shouted, before suddenly taking off like a shot. Before Akane could even react, Ranma was over the dojo wall.
Akane stared after him, before her confused expression grew irritated, "What's that jerk up to, now?"
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Ranma looked around, just knowing that that jerk was nearby, spying on him again. Ranma chuckled darkly to himself, just let him, he'll be in for a surprise!
Ranma stepped out into the open, striding smugly through the arcade. The aura of confidence about him caused many to turn and look in slight awe. They then turned and looked towards his destination, and knew. Not a single one doubted that the guy with the pigtail was one of the greats, and the show he was about to present would be one they would be praising for a while to come.
Ranma paid them no mind, as he focused on the Dance Dance Revolution Machine at the other end of the arcade, unoccupied. It was as if the fates had cleared his path to his ascension. The pigtailed boy quickly cleared his thoughts, before he developed Kuno-syndrome, and sped up his approach to the machine. Just as he was upon it, he pulled out the bills from his pocket, and blinked.
With several curses, Ranma turned around, walked through the parted crowd that had been following him and building as he went by, and headed for the change machine.
Ranma grumbled, and turned back around to the machine. He brisquely walked towards it, and once he was upon it, face-faulted, as some girl walked onto it from the side, and deposited her own hundred yen into the coin slot.
"HEY!" Ranma picked himself up, "I WAS... Nabiki?"
The girl in question turned around, immidiately recognizing her sister's fiancee. A sardonic expression crossed her face, as she folded her arms, "Well, well, Saotome, and what do I owe the pleasure?"