Ranma/ Samba De Amigo
AL COMPAS DEL RANMAAAAAAA
Part 1
"What's the last thing you remember?" Akane asked, handing Ranma another ice pack. The pigtailed boy took it greatfully, and gently put it against his head.
"I went to answer a challenge I got yesterday, and met up with this little freak. We started to fight, and that's all I recall..."
"Hmm, so it wasn't Happosai or Cologne, because we would be hearing about it from them by now," Nabiki mused, "Not that they would have bothered with a challenge letter in the first place, and nither of them would hardly list themselves simply as 'Friend'."
"So we have another short and powerful martial artist roaming around Nerima with a mad-on for Ranma? I swear the way you make enemies, it's a wonder anyone even associates with you," Akane replied with a bit of humor in her voice.
"Hey, this ain't my fault! I didn't even know the guy! He had some weird fighting style that I had never seen before, caught me off-guard."
"Boy, didn't I always tell you to be on guard of weird fighting styles you have never seen before?" Genma bellowed in front of his son.
"Come to think about it... no you haven't Pop."
"That's no excuse to let your guard down!" The elder Saotome struck a pose of remorse, "Oh, how did I raise such a worthless son! The Saotome name is so shamed!"
"Yeah, yeah, you've already said that before," Nabiki drolled, and then turned to Ranma, "So, we can't have another hot shot come through town and push the great Ranma Saotome around, what you going to do about it?"
Ranma shot to standing after having his pride stroked, yet subtly insulted (not that he realized it). His face held an expression of irritated determination, "I ain't lett'n that freak get the drop of me again. Next time, Ranma Saotome will make sure the outcome's different!"
"That's good to know," Nabiki replied, putting down her cellphone after calling her associates to keep an eye out for Ranma getting his butt handed to him by some wierd and short fighter, and that they were to record it on digital 800X700 for profi... for prosterity, "We're counting on you." The middle Tendou sister had to admit that it was just too easy sometimes. Just say the right things to him, and he'll run off half-cocked without truly assessing the situation. Sure he'll win in the end, he *is* Ranma Saotome, after all, but there were a lot of people who wouldn't mind seeing the boy brought down a few pegs. She would have to set a fair price for Ryoga and Mousse's copies of the upcoming fight.
"Yes boy, the Honor of the Anything Goes School is at stake! You better not screw up again."
"I, RANMA SAOTOME OF THE ANYTHING GOES SCHOOL OF MARTIAL ARTS, SWEARS THAT THAT LITTLE FREAK AIN'T GOT THE BEST OF ME, YET!" Ranma's aura pulsed with brutal confidense, as he held a dramatic pose. Kasumi smiled, and repolished around Ranma, where his battle aura was melting the floor wax.
"Oh Ranma," Akane whispered, as she watched the tear of pain that slid down Ranma's cheek, brought on by his just reaggrivated injuries.
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"So, Son-in-Law was soundly defeated by a new advisary?" Cologne enquired of the myopic boy.
"He's not your Son-in-Law, you old bat, and yeah, he was beaten pretty bad."
Cologne hopped away from the spontaniously unconcious boy (or at least it seemed that way, as fast as Cologne had moved) and mused to herself, "Hmm, yet another powerful fighter in Nerima, this bears some looking into..."
"Shampoo no worried, airen always win in end."
"Perhaps, Shampoo. Maybe I'm just concerned over trivial matters, but nonetheless I would do to keep an eye out."
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"What? No way! Ran-chan can handle anything that's thrown at him!" Ukyo debated with her only staff member. Konatsu sighed, and kept himself in a prone position.
"I do not mean to slander Ranma-san in any fashion, as I respect his skills tremendously. But I cannot deny the evidence." The male kunoichi straighted himself, and stared directly at his boss, "He had his butt handed to him on a dish."
"No way! That can't be true! There's just no way!"
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"Hmm, so the dark wizard Saotome has met his match, you say?"
"Yes, master," the diminuative ninja replied to the scion of the Kuno Family, "He was no match for his opponent!"
"Methinks the Gods themselves have found his evil deeds, beyond their tolerance, and the mockery of holy union the fiend attempted with the lovely Akane Tendou is but the final flake of snow that sets the avalance. Sasuke, I wish to be kept informed of this development."
"As you wish."
From a hidden panel in the ceiling, "So, one would dare face the wrath of my dear Ranma-sama? They have yet to realize the folly of their actions."
__________________________
"LIV'N LA VIDA LOCAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Samba frowned, as all the patrons of the Karaoke bar rushed out to escape the absolute terror that was born of modern Latin American culture. The Hispanic musician turned down the sound system, fading the original composer's music and voice to inaudibility.
He couldn't understand it, he had proven that his art was better than even Japan's greatest art, the art of combat. But, they still always seemed to be in a rush to be elsewhere. It saddened him that the people of Japan simply did not have the time to enjoy the great music of his culture. But perhaps if he could only convince them to make time...
The Mexican native sighed, and left the bar.
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"Ranma, I think you're getting too overworked about this, I mean it was just one defeat," Akane huffed, her fiancee could be so stubburn sometimes.
"Akane, today it's just one defeat, but then what about tomorrow?" Ranma enquired, not turning around to face the raven-haired girl, "If I let this slide, someone else could stroll in while my confidence is shot. And then after that, and after that..."
"Ranma, you can't always be the best, you know..." Akane stopped, and stepped back from Ranma's wild eyed glare. She had spoken blasphemy.
"A... Akane, perhaps you should go practice in the dojo for the time being," Soun intervined, not wanting his daughter to have to atone for her sacreligious words.
"But Dad, he's just buying into his own press! He needs to be humbled every once in..."
"ENOUGH! I will not have you say such things in this house young lady!"
"Et tu, Dad?"
Ranma relaxed, and sighed after the two disappeared into the dojo, and walked to the front door to start his search.
"RANMA! IS IT TRUE?!?!?"
The pigtailed boy staggered back from the front door, reeling from the combined outburst of Ukyo, Shampoo, Tatewake, Kodachi, Gosenkugi, the woman who washed down her walkway, Hiroshi, Daisuke, Yuka (Sayuri was home, sick), and Herb.
Ranma blinked at the last one, "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"I happened to be in the neighborhood," The currently princess replied, unphased.
"Ah, and who are you?" Ranma asked, pointing to the longhaired thirty some odd year old man carrying a keg on his shoulder.
"Dude, I thought you guys were heading for a totally ROCK party!"
"I see," Ranma replied, "Anyway, I got a little freak to go have a rematch with!"
Everyone gasped at the roundabout confirmation, as Ranma made his way through the crowd at the front door and onto the rooftops.
After unessisarily gasping, everyone still standing in front of the Tendou's front entryway relaxed. "It's no big deal, right?" Ukyo stated, once again regaining her usual sanguine atitude, "It may take a try or two, but Ranma-honey always comes out on top!"
"Is too, too true, airen show enemy who boss for sure!"
"*Sigh*, it's true, there just is not a person, entity, mythical being, or magic concoction that can defeat him." the gangly boy with rings around his eyes and candles on his head sulked at the futility of his hope.
"I beg to differ, he just managed to get lucky, is all," the regal princess corrected.
"Dude, that Ranma dude mus kick total ass." the man washing his armpits with the contents of the keg added, before taking a swig from the metal barrel.
"Verily, the great dark magics the cur imposes have yet to truly find their betters from any other than my divine self. Mind if I partake in your bountiful ale?"
__________________________
Ranma leapt from rooftop to rooftop, in search of his query. Whatever Gods that had been watching him must have blessed his day (or required some form of entertainment, immortality supposadly gets pretty boring from what I've been told), because it didn't take long for him to spot a familiar oversized hat and pancho...
"ALRIGHT YOU JERK! IT'S PAYBACK TIME!!!" Ranma flew towards the seemingly oblivious midget with a dart kick. Right before it connected, Ranma found a faceful of finely woven Mexican burlap. The martial artist landed hard from his attack, creating a sizable hole in the sidewalk, but did not let that hinder him.
As soon as he regained his footing, he went back into action, "KATCHU TESHIN AMAGURIKEN!!!" As fast as the punches flowed, the only thing they were able to connect with was the hollowed out mace weapons that rattled with a sound of a roaring ocean.
The pigtailed boy broke the stalemate by flipping backwards, and then delivering an outside crescent kick to his opponent's head. The sambrero wearing advisary also backflipped to safety, and began to dance and shake his maraccas frantically.
That's what it was, he hadn't truly proven his superiority in this island. Ranma Saotome still yet refused to allow himself to be defeated. Samba's pulse raced and his adrenaline reached high voltage at the chance to face this wiley advisary.
Both combatants rushed after each other on some hidden signal...
AL COMPAS DEL RANMAAAAAAA
Part 1
"What's the last thing you remember?" Akane asked, handing Ranma another ice pack. The pigtailed boy took it greatfully, and gently put it against his head.
"I went to answer a challenge I got yesterday, and met up with this little freak. We started to fight, and that's all I recall..."
"Hmm, so it wasn't Happosai or Cologne, because we would be hearing about it from them by now," Nabiki mused, "Not that they would have bothered with a challenge letter in the first place, and nither of them would hardly list themselves simply as 'Friend'."
"So we have another short and powerful martial artist roaming around Nerima with a mad-on for Ranma? I swear the way you make enemies, it's a wonder anyone even associates with you," Akane replied with a bit of humor in her voice.
"Hey, this ain't my fault! I didn't even know the guy! He had some weird fighting style that I had never seen before, caught me off-guard."
"Boy, didn't I always tell you to be on guard of weird fighting styles you have never seen before?" Genma bellowed in front of his son.
"Come to think about it... no you haven't Pop."
"That's no excuse to let your guard down!" The elder Saotome struck a pose of remorse, "Oh, how did I raise such a worthless son! The Saotome name is so shamed!"
"Yeah, yeah, you've already said that before," Nabiki drolled, and then turned to Ranma, "So, we can't have another hot shot come through town and push the great Ranma Saotome around, what you going to do about it?"
Ranma shot to standing after having his pride stroked, yet subtly insulted (not that he realized it). His face held an expression of irritated determination, "I ain't lett'n that freak get the drop of me again. Next time, Ranma Saotome will make sure the outcome's different!"
"That's good to know," Nabiki replied, putting down her cellphone after calling her associates to keep an eye out for Ranma getting his butt handed to him by some wierd and short fighter, and that they were to record it on digital 800X700 for profi... for prosterity, "We're counting on you." The middle Tendou sister had to admit that it was just too easy sometimes. Just say the right things to him, and he'll run off half-cocked without truly assessing the situation. Sure he'll win in the end, he *is* Ranma Saotome, after all, but there were a lot of people who wouldn't mind seeing the boy brought down a few pegs. She would have to set a fair price for Ryoga and Mousse's copies of the upcoming fight.
"Yes boy, the Honor of the Anything Goes School is at stake! You better not screw up again."
"I, RANMA SAOTOME OF THE ANYTHING GOES SCHOOL OF MARTIAL ARTS, SWEARS THAT THAT LITTLE FREAK AIN'T GOT THE BEST OF ME, YET!" Ranma's aura pulsed with brutal confidense, as he held a dramatic pose. Kasumi smiled, and repolished around Ranma, where his battle aura was melting the floor wax.
"Oh Ranma," Akane whispered, as she watched the tear of pain that slid down Ranma's cheek, brought on by his just reaggrivated injuries.
__________________________
"So, Son-in-Law was soundly defeated by a new advisary?" Cologne enquired of the myopic boy.
"He's not your Son-in-Law, you old bat, and yeah, he was beaten pretty bad."
Cologne hopped away from the spontaniously unconcious boy (or at least it seemed that way, as fast as Cologne had moved) and mused to herself, "Hmm, yet another powerful fighter in Nerima, this bears some looking into..."
"Shampoo no worried, airen always win in end."
"Perhaps, Shampoo. Maybe I'm just concerned over trivial matters, but nonetheless I would do to keep an eye out."
__________________________
"What? No way! Ran-chan can handle anything that's thrown at him!" Ukyo debated with her only staff member. Konatsu sighed, and kept himself in a prone position.
"I do not mean to slander Ranma-san in any fashion, as I respect his skills tremendously. But I cannot deny the evidence." The male kunoichi straighted himself, and stared directly at his boss, "He had his butt handed to him on a dish."
"No way! That can't be true! There's just no way!"
__________________________
"Hmm, so the dark wizard Saotome has met his match, you say?"
"Yes, master," the diminuative ninja replied to the scion of the Kuno Family, "He was no match for his opponent!"
"Methinks the Gods themselves have found his evil deeds, beyond their tolerance, and the mockery of holy union the fiend attempted with the lovely Akane Tendou is but the final flake of snow that sets the avalance. Sasuke, I wish to be kept informed of this development."
"As you wish."
From a hidden panel in the ceiling, "So, one would dare face the wrath of my dear Ranma-sama? They have yet to realize the folly of their actions."
__________________________
"LIV'N LA VIDA LOCAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Samba frowned, as all the patrons of the Karaoke bar rushed out to escape the absolute terror that was born of modern Latin American culture. The Hispanic musician turned down the sound system, fading the original composer's music and voice to inaudibility.
He couldn't understand it, he had proven that his art was better than even Japan's greatest art, the art of combat. But, they still always seemed to be in a rush to be elsewhere. It saddened him that the people of Japan simply did not have the time to enjoy the great music of his culture. But perhaps if he could only convince them to make time...
The Mexican native sighed, and left the bar.
__________________________
"Ranma, I think you're getting too overworked about this, I mean it was just one defeat," Akane huffed, her fiancee could be so stubburn sometimes.
"Akane, today it's just one defeat, but then what about tomorrow?" Ranma enquired, not turning around to face the raven-haired girl, "If I let this slide, someone else could stroll in while my confidence is shot. And then after that, and after that..."
"Ranma, you can't always be the best, you know..." Akane stopped, and stepped back from Ranma's wild eyed glare. She had spoken blasphemy.
"A... Akane, perhaps you should go practice in the dojo for the time being," Soun intervined, not wanting his daughter to have to atone for her sacreligious words.
"But Dad, he's just buying into his own press! He needs to be humbled every once in..."
"ENOUGH! I will not have you say such things in this house young lady!"
"Et tu, Dad?"
Ranma relaxed, and sighed after the two disappeared into the dojo, and walked to the front door to start his search.
"RANMA! IS IT TRUE?!?!?"
The pigtailed boy staggered back from the front door, reeling from the combined outburst of Ukyo, Shampoo, Tatewake, Kodachi, Gosenkugi, the woman who washed down her walkway, Hiroshi, Daisuke, Yuka (Sayuri was home, sick), and Herb.
Ranma blinked at the last one, "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"I happened to be in the neighborhood," The currently princess replied, unphased.
"Ah, and who are you?" Ranma asked, pointing to the longhaired thirty some odd year old man carrying a keg on his shoulder.
"Dude, I thought you guys were heading for a totally ROCK party!"
"I see," Ranma replied, "Anyway, I got a little freak to go have a rematch with!"
Everyone gasped at the roundabout confirmation, as Ranma made his way through the crowd at the front door and onto the rooftops.
After unessisarily gasping, everyone still standing in front of the Tendou's front entryway relaxed. "It's no big deal, right?" Ukyo stated, once again regaining her usual sanguine atitude, "It may take a try or two, but Ranma-honey always comes out on top!"
"Is too, too true, airen show enemy who boss for sure!"
"*Sigh*, it's true, there just is not a person, entity, mythical being, or magic concoction that can defeat him." the gangly boy with rings around his eyes and candles on his head sulked at the futility of his hope.
"I beg to differ, he just managed to get lucky, is all," the regal princess corrected.
"Dude, that Ranma dude mus kick total ass." the man washing his armpits with the contents of the keg added, before taking a swig from the metal barrel.
"Verily, the great dark magics the cur imposes have yet to truly find their betters from any other than my divine self. Mind if I partake in your bountiful ale?"
__________________________
Ranma leapt from rooftop to rooftop, in search of his query. Whatever Gods that had been watching him must have blessed his day (or required some form of entertainment, immortality supposadly gets pretty boring from what I've been told), because it didn't take long for him to spot a familiar oversized hat and pancho...
"ALRIGHT YOU JERK! IT'S PAYBACK TIME!!!" Ranma flew towards the seemingly oblivious midget with a dart kick. Right before it connected, Ranma found a faceful of finely woven Mexican burlap. The martial artist landed hard from his attack, creating a sizable hole in the sidewalk, but did not let that hinder him.
As soon as he regained his footing, he went back into action, "KATCHU TESHIN AMAGURIKEN!!!" As fast as the punches flowed, the only thing they were able to connect with was the hollowed out mace weapons that rattled with a sound of a roaring ocean.
The pigtailed boy broke the stalemate by flipping backwards, and then delivering an outside crescent kick to his opponent's head. The sambrero wearing advisary also backflipped to safety, and began to dance and shake his maraccas frantically.
That's what it was, he hadn't truly proven his superiority in this island. Ranma Saotome still yet refused to allow himself to be defeated. Samba's pulse raced and his adrenaline reached high voltage at the chance to face this wiley advisary.
Both combatants rushed after each other on some hidden signal...