Ranma/ Samba De Amigo
AL COMPAS DEL RANMA!
"I'll get that little freak yet!" The pigtailed martial artist growled vehemantly. This so called 'friend' had managed to best the greatest martial artist of this generation, and Ranma vowed he would earn that title back.
"Ranma," Akane sighed, handing Ranma another couple of asprin, and a steak to replace the thawed out one on his eye, "Sometimes, it's just best to admit defeat."
"I SHALL NEVER ADMIT DEFEAT!" Ranma shouted with vigor; shooting to standing. "Ouch..."
"Sorry, Kuno relapse," Akane apologised, removing her foot from Ranma's face, "I'll go get a steak for that other eye.
Ranma groaned, as he almost seemed to melt to the floor. Even as he settled, his conviction remained firm, "You may have beat me twice, but Ranma Saotome always gets his own in the end!"
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"My, your boy seems to certainly be determined," Soun stated, watching Ranma's intense training in the dojo.
Genma glanced sideways at his friend and old training partner, "What do you mean 'your boy'? He's *your* future son-in-law!" Genma retorted, not wanting to take up the blame for Ranma's current losses.
Soun gave a withering glance sideways at Genma, "You trained him."
"Oh! How bleak the future of the Anything Goes School of Martial arts, when its heir cannot even defeat a lone challenger!" Genma lamented, while pointadly ignoring Soun's implied barb.
"Cheer up, Saotome," Soun perked, "Look on the bright side, once Akane and Ranma are united, and sire a true heir, we can train him without all the mistakes you made with Ran-"
"WILL YOU TWO JERKS SHUT UP?!?" Ranma bellowed, while both his arms were still held forward from his pitches."
"Well," Soun stated, stoically, "At least his pitch is sound.
"I bet his left pitch hurts more than his Right, Tendou," Genma replied, before both of them collapsed backwards; each with a brick in their face.
Ranma took a deep breath, and calmed himself, "Anyway, as much as you two idiots talk, I bet I can now take both of you, easy!"
Both Genma and Soun shot to standing, as if they had never been injured, "We'll take that challenge, boy!" Genma then pushed his glasses further up his nose, "Remember, you only brought this upon yourself..." Both Soun and Genma leapt to attack.
"HEY! NO FAIR, TWO AGAINST ONE!!!"
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Ranma chuckled, as he stood over the broken and bruised bodies of the two older martial artists, while he himself remained unsatched. He brought his fist up to chest level, and then tighted it, as his battle aura flaired, "Get ready, 'friend', cause Ranma Saotome's coming at ya, better than ever!"
With confident deterination, Ranma stepped around the crumbled body of Soun, still waving a white flag made from a floor splinter of wood and his white boxers...
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Amigo stood in a clearing that overlooked the city. He had defeated Japan's great champion, yet no one had yet to acknowledge his great art of Samba. The Hispanic Monkey decided that it is because he had to improve his art even further, and chose to do it in the manner the Japanese did in order to gain their respect.
The training grounds he had chosen were slightly desolate, and looked like there had been a battle waged in the area a while back; what with all the shattered boulders, a few hanging from ropes, and ransacked landscape. The foreigner to the land calmed himself, and became one with the land, he was ready to begin...
"HEY! MONKEY! RIGHT BACK AT YA!"
Amigo turned, to find his twice now defeated opponent jumping down from a tree. The monkey was impressed; Ranma Saotome was proving to be a wiley challenge that refused to be overcome. Amigo's smile grew, as his blood began to boil with the rhythm of Samba.
And thus, the battle was joined, once again...
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"Oh, Akari," Ryoga sighed, walking through the thickets, "If I could only find your devoted presence beyond these bushes, would my despairing existance of a life be fulfilled. Oh Akane, if I could only happen upon your smiling face, to at least tell you what feelings I may have once had for you, may I feel the great burden upon my heart for leaving you with that cad (though now admittadly slightly honorable, at least a little) Saotome, be lifted from me..."
The fanged boy felt the familiar pressure of his depression building within him, beckoning him to release it, and allow him some relief, before he happened upon an irritated Ranma.
The pigtailed boy continued to rap the fingertips of his right hand in the dirt, while a monkey wearing a pancho and sombrero from what Ryoga presumed was Germany (they always wore weird things there) screeched, perched on Ranma's back, and banging a pair of maraccas upon his head.
"A little hand?" Ranma snapped at Ryoga, with a tone that reflected his tone. Ryoga stoically nodded, and pulled out a folding chair from his pack. With a deep breath, Ryoga sat down, and laughed.
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"THAT'S IT!" Ranma shouted, leaping down from the house he stood on to challenge his 'friend' again. Amigo was in awe of his thrice opponent. Ranma's fighting spirit was a true challenge to the art of Samba. To turn down another rematch, he just could not do in clear concience...
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"AIREN!" Shampoo shouted, as she landed her bike from the nearby fence, and next to Ranma. She blinked at the sight, and whispered, "Aiyaa..."
Ranma was laid out on his stomach, oblivious to outside stimuli, while a hyperactive monkey in weird clothing shook noisy baby rattlers while dancing on his back.
Shampoo got off her bike, while still holding her delivery, and brought her face close to Ranma's, "Shampoo feel for Ranma, and Shampoo hope Ranma win in next rematch, but Shampoo find this too, too funny..."
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"THIS TIME, IT'S FOR REAL!"
Now, the monkey was just getting irritated...
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"Oh, Ranma-chan," Ukyo remoursed, before handing Konatsu her battlespatula, "You scrape him up, I can't bare to look..."
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"DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER YET!"
The monkey rolled his eyes; couldn't this guy just take a hint?
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Amigo stared, wide eyed at his opponent. He was now definitely impressed.
"Heh, ain't so cocky now, are ya!" Ranma challenged, grinning. So far, he had matched his current nemesis move for move. Even though they were stalemated, Ranma was confident he now had the upper hand, "Took me a few tries, but I'm onto your style now!"
The primal force that was Samba flowed through Amigo's veins with vigor; this was what he had been looking for, this was the reason the people of the land had shunned his art; he had not truly been challenged. NOW... Japan's finest was giving him the true challenge he sought; the real trial that would prove to the nation that Samba was the greatest art in the world! Amigo now had to use his greater techniques...
Ranma blinked, and then took a step back, as his monkey friend began start shaking his maraccas more that began to change from red to gold..."
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"EY! RANMA-KEIKI!" a certain rather exorbant principle called out, skipping down the street with a pair of sheers. There were more than a few comments on how it would be a shame if he tripped, "I KNOW THIS NOT BEIN' DA SCHOOL DAY, BUT DA BIG KAHUNA BE COMING AROUND TO GIVE YOU DA SHOOL REGULATION MOHAWK WITH DE CUTE QUIF OF HAIR IN DE FRONT, YA!"
Principle Kuno came to a stop, as he saw Ranma rapidly running at him with a wild-eyed expression. For a moment the principle of Furinkan High was flabbergasted, and then exhalted, that Ranma was overly anxious for his offer.
AAAAAAHHH!!!!! THE MONKEY! THE MONKEY'S EYES HAVE STARS!!! THOSE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE STARS! OH GODS, IT'S SHAKING A PAIR OF HUGE GOLD MARACCAS!!!
The eldest Kuno blinked, as he saw Ranma rush by him in a blur, followed by a monkey, holding two gold blurs almost as large as itself that it was shaking around menacingly.
"WAH-HA-HA! DA BIG KAHUNA BE HITT'N DA CAPTAIN'S SPICED RUM A BIT TOO HARD, YA?" The principle shouted, jovially, as he continued to skip down the street the way he was heading.
AL COMPAS DEL RANMA!
"I'll get that little freak yet!" The pigtailed martial artist growled vehemantly. This so called 'friend' had managed to best the greatest martial artist of this generation, and Ranma vowed he would earn that title back.
"Ranma," Akane sighed, handing Ranma another couple of asprin, and a steak to replace the thawed out one on his eye, "Sometimes, it's just best to admit defeat."
"I SHALL NEVER ADMIT DEFEAT!" Ranma shouted with vigor; shooting to standing. "Ouch..."
"Sorry, Kuno relapse," Akane apologised, removing her foot from Ranma's face, "I'll go get a steak for that other eye.
Ranma groaned, as he almost seemed to melt to the floor. Even as he settled, his conviction remained firm, "You may have beat me twice, but Ranma Saotome always gets his own in the end!"
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"My, your boy seems to certainly be determined," Soun stated, watching Ranma's intense training in the dojo.
Genma glanced sideways at his friend and old training partner, "What do you mean 'your boy'? He's *your* future son-in-law!" Genma retorted, not wanting to take up the blame for Ranma's current losses.
Soun gave a withering glance sideways at Genma, "You trained him."
"Oh! How bleak the future of the Anything Goes School of Martial arts, when its heir cannot even defeat a lone challenger!" Genma lamented, while pointadly ignoring Soun's implied barb.
"Cheer up, Saotome," Soun perked, "Look on the bright side, once Akane and Ranma are united, and sire a true heir, we can train him without all the mistakes you made with Ran-"
"WILL YOU TWO JERKS SHUT UP?!?" Ranma bellowed, while both his arms were still held forward from his pitches."
"Well," Soun stated, stoically, "At least his pitch is sound.
"I bet his left pitch hurts more than his Right, Tendou," Genma replied, before both of them collapsed backwards; each with a brick in their face.
Ranma took a deep breath, and calmed himself, "Anyway, as much as you two idiots talk, I bet I can now take both of you, easy!"
Both Genma and Soun shot to standing, as if they had never been injured, "We'll take that challenge, boy!" Genma then pushed his glasses further up his nose, "Remember, you only brought this upon yourself..." Both Soun and Genma leapt to attack.
"HEY! NO FAIR, TWO AGAINST ONE!!!"
_____________
Ranma chuckled, as he stood over the broken and bruised bodies of the two older martial artists, while he himself remained unsatched. He brought his fist up to chest level, and then tighted it, as his battle aura flaired, "Get ready, 'friend', cause Ranma Saotome's coming at ya, better than ever!"
With confident deterination, Ranma stepped around the crumbled body of Soun, still waving a white flag made from a floor splinter of wood and his white boxers...
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Amigo stood in a clearing that overlooked the city. He had defeated Japan's great champion, yet no one had yet to acknowledge his great art of Samba. The Hispanic Monkey decided that it is because he had to improve his art even further, and chose to do it in the manner the Japanese did in order to gain their respect.
The training grounds he had chosen were slightly desolate, and looked like there had been a battle waged in the area a while back; what with all the shattered boulders, a few hanging from ropes, and ransacked landscape. The foreigner to the land calmed himself, and became one with the land, he was ready to begin...
"HEY! MONKEY! RIGHT BACK AT YA!"
Amigo turned, to find his twice now defeated opponent jumping down from a tree. The monkey was impressed; Ranma Saotome was proving to be a wiley challenge that refused to be overcome. Amigo's smile grew, as his blood began to boil with the rhythm of Samba.
And thus, the battle was joined, once again...
_____________
"Oh, Akari," Ryoga sighed, walking through the thickets, "If I could only find your devoted presence beyond these bushes, would my despairing existance of a life be fulfilled. Oh Akane, if I could only happen upon your smiling face, to at least tell you what feelings I may have once had for you, may I feel the great burden upon my heart for leaving you with that cad (though now admittadly slightly honorable, at least a little) Saotome, be lifted from me..."
The fanged boy felt the familiar pressure of his depression building within him, beckoning him to release it, and allow him some relief, before he happened upon an irritated Ranma.
The pigtailed boy continued to rap the fingertips of his right hand in the dirt, while a monkey wearing a pancho and sombrero from what Ryoga presumed was Germany (they always wore weird things there) screeched, perched on Ranma's back, and banging a pair of maraccas upon his head.
"A little hand?" Ranma snapped at Ryoga, with a tone that reflected his tone. Ryoga stoically nodded, and pulled out a folding chair from his pack. With a deep breath, Ryoga sat down, and laughed.
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"THAT'S IT!" Ranma shouted, leaping down from the house he stood on to challenge his 'friend' again. Amigo was in awe of his thrice opponent. Ranma's fighting spirit was a true challenge to the art of Samba. To turn down another rematch, he just could not do in clear concience...
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"AIREN!" Shampoo shouted, as she landed her bike from the nearby fence, and next to Ranma. She blinked at the sight, and whispered, "Aiyaa..."
Ranma was laid out on his stomach, oblivious to outside stimuli, while a hyperactive monkey in weird clothing shook noisy baby rattlers while dancing on his back.
Shampoo got off her bike, while still holding her delivery, and brought her face close to Ranma's, "Shampoo feel for Ranma, and Shampoo hope Ranma win in next rematch, but Shampoo find this too, too funny..."
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"THIS TIME, IT'S FOR REAL!"
Now, the monkey was just getting irritated...
_____________
"Oh, Ranma-chan," Ukyo remoursed, before handing Konatsu her battlespatula, "You scrape him up, I can't bare to look..."
_____________
"DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER YET!"
The monkey rolled his eyes; couldn't this guy just take a hint?
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Amigo stared, wide eyed at his opponent. He was now definitely impressed.
"Heh, ain't so cocky now, are ya!" Ranma challenged, grinning. So far, he had matched his current nemesis move for move. Even though they were stalemated, Ranma was confident he now had the upper hand, "Took me a few tries, but I'm onto your style now!"
The primal force that was Samba flowed through Amigo's veins with vigor; this was what he had been looking for, this was the reason the people of the land had shunned his art; he had not truly been challenged. NOW... Japan's finest was giving him the true challenge he sought; the real trial that would prove to the nation that Samba was the greatest art in the world! Amigo now had to use his greater techniques...
Ranma blinked, and then took a step back, as his monkey friend began start shaking his maraccas more that began to change from red to gold..."
_____________
"EY! RANMA-KEIKI!" a certain rather exorbant principle called out, skipping down the street with a pair of sheers. There were more than a few comments on how it would be a shame if he tripped, "I KNOW THIS NOT BEIN' DA SCHOOL DAY, BUT DA BIG KAHUNA BE COMING AROUND TO GIVE YOU DA SHOOL REGULATION MOHAWK WITH DE CUTE QUIF OF HAIR IN DE FRONT, YA!"
Principle Kuno came to a stop, as he saw Ranma rapidly running at him with a wild-eyed expression. For a moment the principle of Furinkan High was flabbergasted, and then exhalted, that Ranma was overly anxious for his offer.
AAAAAAHHH!!!!! THE MONKEY! THE MONKEY'S EYES HAVE STARS!!! THOSE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE STARS! OH GODS, IT'S SHAKING A PAIR OF HUGE GOLD MARACCAS!!!
The eldest Kuno blinked, as he saw Ranma rush by him in a blur, followed by a monkey, holding two gold blurs almost as large as itself that it was shaking around menacingly.
"WAH-HA-HA! DA BIG KAHUNA BE HITT'N DA CAPTAIN'S SPICED RUM A BIT TOO HARD, YA?" The principle shouted, jovially, as he continued to skip down the street the way he was heading.