Disclaimer: The characters of Ranma ½ belong to Rumiko
Takakashi. The characters of Sailor Moon belong to Naoko
Takeuchi. If they belonged to me, I wouldn't be writing this
I'd be swimming in my pool of cash. I wouldn't bother suing me
either. I got nothing you want.
MeSsEd Up! Or Mechakucha!
A Ranma ½ / Sailor Moon Crossover!
By Hawk
C&C welcome, as well as flames at
(Revised Version 2.0)
Note: I'm hoping I can really mess this story up. Not in a bad
way mind you, but in a way that makes it way different from
the original. . You'll understand what I'm talking about
when you read it. This takes place after Ranma's battle with
Saffron. There is some swearing in it, not a lot and it's
somewhat limish. Hope you enjoy!
P.S. note: Read the fight scenes slowly. I tend to read things
fast which makes reading fight scenes hard to understand.
Just a thought of advice.
P.P.S. I've combined Chapters 3a and 3b. So it's LONG!
Chapter 3 - The New Ranma and an Interesting Idea
Ranko watched in fascination as Ranma casually
walked up the two gangs. She didn't know what to think.
Ranma, the school nerd, appeared completely different,
looking much better than he did before.
He was wearing different and better looking clothes
which she'd never seen him wear before, his hair wasn't
gelled down, but instead mushed and a little messy looking.
His grey-blue eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement which
was quite clearly shown by the smile plastered on his face.
There was also the way he carried himself, completely
graceful with every step, but looked like he was doing it more
subconsciously than trying to walk that way. Damn! He's
walking as gracefully as I do! Ranko thought a bit jealous at
how easy he made it look.
"So what's everyone standin' around for?" Ranma
asked scanning the crowd.
"So the cur So Do Me does show his horrididid . . .
face!" Kuno said as he drew his bokken.
Ranko smacked her forehead. Horrid, you idiot.
"Saotome!"
"I hope you enjoyed those days off Saotome,
because the days to come are gonna be much worse," Akane
said cracking her knuckles.
Glancing at Ranma, Ranko eyes grew to the size of
dinner saucers. He was standing there, hands in his pockets,
smiling as if nothing was wrong. Did he not realize he was
about to get the shit kicked out of him? Hard!
"Actually I didn't. I was in a lot of pain for most of
the trip," Ranma replied smiling brightly, bouncing on the
balls of his feet.
Maybe he did go insane. Ranko thought worriedly
as she noticed Akane and Kuno getting angrier.
"Well it doesn't matter! You're a dead man,
Saotome!" Akane shouted before she dropped into a low
combat stance. Ranko watch as everyone else in her gang got
into their own fighting styles. Some crouching low, and some
standing tall. Then there was the fat one, which Ranko
considered was using the wide stance.
Ranko turned her attention to Ranma and was
surprised again when he asked, "So you wanna fight me,
huh?" Then she was surprised again. She looked on in
wonder as Ranma stretched his arms behind him and
allowed his coat to slide off gracefully, landing beside his
right foot.
She and everyone gasped in surprise. It was just a day
full of them. One could see the difference immediately.
Ranma's arms were larger, more muscular, while the black
sleeveless undershirt he wore stuck to his broader chest like a
second skin. The way his bangs puffed over his face, clashing
with his grey-blue eyes made his cute face look even better.
And the way he stood, so confident and powerful. He was the
perfect definition of the work "hunk"! Of course, that was
every other girls' opinion of him at that time. Then he
dropped into a low combat stance and in Ranko's eyes, he
became even better looking.
"So? Who gets to go first?" Ranma's voice broke her
subconscious line of thinking causing her to blink then take
in Ranma's stance. It was really familiar looking, almost the
same kind she would use in a situation like that.
Someone charged. It was one of Kuno's 'Virtuous
Kendo Men' and he ran straight at Ranma, holding his
bokken back as if to stab.
Ranko saw Ranma's foot shift under his coat and
before she knew it, she was yelling, "Watch out!" Everyone,
of course, thought she was yelling at Ranma, but she was in
fact yelling to the attacking Kendoist.
Ranma moved.
Ranma smiled even wider as he saw the Kendoist
charge. Shifting his right foot a bit, he lashed out with his
right leg, sending his coat into the Kendoists face. Side
stepping three times, Ranma kicked his would be attacker
hard in the chest, sending him flying back five feet and to the
ground.
Curling up into a ball, the member of Kuno's gang
began crying and gasping uncontrollably.
The crowds' mouths opened even further. How the
hell did he do that? How the hell was he keeping his leg up in
the air like that? What the hell was going on!
"What sorcery is this?" Kuno shouted angrily
pointing his bokken at his fallen member. (Authors Note: I know what you're thinking Kwok)
Ranma, leg still in the air, explained cooly, "I kicked
him in the center of his chest causing all of his ribs to vibrate
rapidly. Right now I'd say he feels as if his chest's on fire and
he can't breathe. Though he can." Slowly, almost as if in slow motion,
he brought down his leg down. If one looked close enough, they
might have notice the small tinge of pity flickering in his eyes.
"That tears it, Saotome! You may be stronger, but that
doesn't mean you have any skill!" Akane shouted before
charging Ranma, right fist drawn back. Once she was close
enough, Akane swung her fist at Ranma's head expecting it
to connect.
Ranma's hand blurred, catching Akane right with his
left. He smiled rather cruelly when he saw Akane's eyes
widen, nearly bursting into laughter. His right hand blurred
catching her left before it could connect with his head. This
time he did laugh, he laughed right in her face at her shocked
and somewhat fearful look.
Ranma narrowed his eyes. He "remembered" the
Akane he... cared about on some level even if she was a violent
flat-chested uncute tomboy. He also "remembered" this Akane
somehow. She had gone beyond violence to be his tormentor
for many years. And it was this Akane he needed to stop.
Being gentle with a bully never worked out so he was going
to do something Akane had suggested earlier. He was gonna
just plain kick her ass.
Looking at Akane's face, Ranma shouted out loud,
"Usually I don't hit women cause I think it's just wrong!"
then he whispered quite wickedly, "But for you, I think I
can make an exception."
Slowly he closed his fists around hers, listening to
them pop from the pressure. "You're way off balance,"
Ranma whispered before tugging her body to his right side
and kneeing her in the gut. Removing his knee from her
stomach, he raised his arms above his head and brought both
of his elbows down onto her shoulders, knocking her to the
ground.
Ranma hopped away from the downed girl and started
laughing happily then dropped into a different stance. Most of
the crowd started cheering and clapping. All the 'Virtuous
Kendo Men' except Kuno began clapping as well. Those in
the 'Red Hammers' gaped in surprise and shock at the sight
of their fallen leader.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! The vile bitch Ten Do Akane receives
what she righteously deserves. To be beaten by the hands of
the path-pathetic So Do Me Ranma," Kuno gloated at
Akane's downed figure.
"Saotome!"
Rising to her knees, gasping for air and clutching her
stomach, Akane gave Kuno a withering glare. "I don't see
you doing anything, asshole!"
"The dog So Do Me would be no match for me in
com . . . in a fight," Kuno answered sharply, glaring in
Ranma's direction.
"I hear a lot of ramble Kuno, but I don't see a lot of
action! For all I know, you could suck worse than Akane!"
Ranma shot back, eagerly to give Kuno a butt kicking.
"Fiend! You dare speak such words of my super .
. . ior . . .ity! Die!" Kuno shouted before charging, bokken
raised above his head.
Smirking arrogantly, Ranma sidestepped Kuno's
attack, ducked under another then right hooked him in the gut
sending him sprawling back and gasping for air. Running up
to the kneeling fighter, he slammed his knee into Kuno face,
sending the Kendoist onto his back, grasping his nose.
'Ohhhhs' and winces passed through the crowd as, for
the first time ever, they felt sympathetic for Kuno. That had
to hurt! Others continued to stare, mouth and eyes wide in
shock while some whispered amongst themselves. Both the
'Red Hammers' and 'Virtuous Kendo Men' gave Ranma
looks promising death.
"You guys gonna attack or what?" Ranma asked,
amusement shown in his voice and smile. "Oh wait! Now I
understand! You guys are the background players. You just
sit around while Kuno and Akane do everything else, right?"
he added pointing a finger back and forth between both
groups.
"What are we waiting for?" one of the Kendoists
shouted catching everyone's attention, then added, "We can
take him! There are way more of us than him!"
"Famous last words," Ranma muttered, an amused
grin riding his face.
The gangs charged, surrounding him in the process.
Ranma ducked under a bokken then dodged a kick to
stomach. After weaving around multiple bokken swings and
punches, he rapidly punched everyone around him in the face
numerous times sending them reeling back, grasping faces.
Ducking under a bokken from behind, he kicked out at the
attacker, catching him in the stomach. Jumping up, he
scissor kicked a girl in the face, knocking her down then
landed softly.
He hopped over a sweep, but was hit in the side
with a bokken, knocking him off balance. He landed in a
roll and immediately dodged another bokken aimed for his
head. A fast hit his chest, forcing him to stumble back a
couple steps. He jumped up again, kicking an incoming
bokken down into the ground with his right foot, and then
kicking its user in the face with his left.
He felt to hands push him from behind, causing him
to lurch forward, where he was promptly kicked in the face.
With the momentum of the kick helping, he bent over
backwards, bending below a swinging bokken. He stood back
up and threw his left arm behind him, knocking away an
incoming kick as his right fended off a girls punches.
Ranma crouched under a punch, side stepped a
bokken and a kick then jumped up and shouted, "Baisuu
Supin Handou!" Everyone around him was hit in the face
with a non ki filled foot smacking them down and into
unconsciousness.
Standing from his crouching position. Ranma looked
around the school yard and asked incredulously, "Is that the
best you got?"
The crowd watched in awed silence.
Jumping to the left, virtually gliding over the grass, he
then he launched himself into a flying kick, with his right
foot just brushing the side of a Kendoists face. He followed
up with his left foot from behind in a roundhouse, slamming
the ball of his foot into the boy's side. Then, spinning like a
top, he delivered backhand after backhand to his face, each
strike making the boy shake and sway, and culminated with a
punch from his right fist sending the boy flying some 10
meters away.
He sidestepped a downward slash, and back flipped
away, only to be kicked in the side when he landed. He
stumbled to his right, lashing out with his left arm, but
missing his attacker. A foot connected with his chest,
sending him sprawling onto his back.
He hopped to his feet, neatly avoiding a bokken as
it stabbed into the ground where his head had just been.
Sweeping his right leg behind him, Ranma broke the bokken
in half and tripped the boy who'd been using it.
A sidekick later and another Kendoist went to join the
first. He leapt high into the air and landed a kick on another
boys face, then using him as a springboard, he bounced off
and kneed a girl in the head. If you had blinked you would
have missed most of it.
Leaping up, Ranma back flipped onto a Kendoists
back and back flipped again sending the boy face first into
the ground. Landing softly, with barely a sound, Ranma
swept an attackers legs out from under her before rolling to
the side. Stopping in a crouch, Ranma did the splits and
punched a Kendoist sending him to his knees, grasping
desperately at his groin. Rolling backwards, Ranma slowly
stood back up to his full height, arms relaxed by his sides.
3/4s of the crowd fainted.
Standing up, Ranma proceeded to stretch his body as
if he'd just woken from a night of sleep, though his sides hurt
from the abuse they'd just taken. Turning around, he faced
his next opponent, a girl with nunchaku. He gestured to her
with his hand. "Nunchaku. Lets see what ya got."
The girl went into action, swinging her nunchaku's
over her shoulders, behind her waist, around her head with
great speed. After an impressive three minute display of skill,
the girl stopped with each nunchaku handle placed under her
armpit. She leveled her gaze at Ranma, smirking cruelly.
"You beat the crap outta yourself didn't you?" Ranma
asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at the girl.
The girl nodded in response, her eyes rolled upwards
into her head before falling over, bruises and lumps forming
on her head, face and neck.
Ranma dropped to one knee. He punched with his
right arm across his body, to his left side, hitting a girl in the
gut. At the same time, he crossed his left arm over his right
shoulder, grabbing an incoming punch. Pulling the fighter to
him with his left hand, Ranma brought back his right arm,
elbowing the girl on his right side in the gut as well. Lashing
out his right leg, he spun around in a 360o on his left knee,
tripping both girls.
"Gee, so far your gangs are giving me a better
workout than you are," Ranma taunted the gang leaders.
Sidestepping a charging punch from Akane, he
brought his elbow down onto the spine of her back. "That's
for nearly drowning me the first day."
Crouching under a bokken swing, he casually
elbowed Kuno in the kidney. "That's for smacking me in the
ass with your bokken." Jumping up, he turned 180o in the air
and kicked Kuno in the forehead before landing lightly.
The remaining 1/4 of the crowd fell to the ground,
still staring in shock as the incredibly events played out
before them. Oh yeah, all the remaining conscious girls were
drooling too. Well, except for Ranko. She was watching
Ranma more with interest than desire. Ok, there was some
desire in her eyes too.
Abruptly, Ranma's arm shot up by his head, hand
curled into a fist, punching a member of Akane's gang in the
face. He hadn't even blinked or made any other kind of
motion signaling that he knew the member was there in the
first place. Kicking straight out behind him, Ranma caved in
the gang members gut with his foot.
He bent forward, foot still out stretched behind him,
avoiding Akane's round house kick then flipped backwards
catching her in the chin with both feet. Landing, he
immediately flipped sideways, twisted in mid air and then
landed with shins on Kuno's shoulders. Not giving Kuno
time to react, Ranma began punching the top his head at an
amazing speed.
The crowd winced.
Raising his hands above his head, Kuno was about to
swat at Ranma when the extra weight on his shoulders
vanished. Then he was hit in the gut. Really hard. Looking
down he saw Ranma crouching in front of him, fist extend
before falling to his knee, clutching his stomach and gasping
for air.
The crowds mouths opened even further.
"That was for all the times you accused me of flirting
with Ranko and all the times you beat me up to "prove"
yourself to her," Ranma said glaring at the downed Kendoist,
arms crossed across his chest.
Spinning around, Ranma caught Akane's incoming
wrist, and twisted it watching as her facial expression went
from shock to absolute pain. He had twisted her arm a lot
farther than it was meant to. "This is for locking me in my
locker," Ranma growled before his fist connected with her
jaw. Releasing her wrist, he watched as she flew back and
landed unceremoniously on the ground.
Half of the remaining 1/4 crowd began convulsing on
the ground as if having a seizure.
Ranma took deep, drawn out breaths as he looked at
Akane's fallen form. He'd hit her. He'd actually done it. The
one thing he never thought he'd do, he'd done. I hit her. I
never in my life thought I'd actually hit her. Then he
remembered all the things he'd done to him and shrugged his
shoulders. Oh well! back
"Die, demon!" Kuno shouted charging Ranma from
behind.
Crouching down under Kuno's decapitating attack,
Ranma slid backwards into Kuno legs flipping him over his
back. Walking up to the dazed Kendoist, he grabbed him by
the scruff of his garb, lifted him slightly off the ground before
bring his right fist back. "This is for making me your damn
practice dummy!" he shouted then slammed his fist into
Kuno face as hard as he could. Lowering Kuno's form
slightly, he abruptly brought it back up, smacking Kuno's
face with his forehead.
The remaining crowd winced again.
Lifting the Kendoist back up to his feet and holding
his shirt so he wouldn't fall over, Ranma growled, "And this .
. . is for shoving a bokken up my ass." Forcing a little ki into
his foot, he let go of Kuno's shirt, jumped up and shouted
once again, "Baisuu Supin Handou!" His foot connected with
Kuno's nose three times before Kuno actually flew back from
the first blow. Basically, in under one second, Ranma hit
Kuno in the nose with a ki kick three times. Pretty fast, ne?
The crowd bit their tongues, shuddering at the sight of
Kuno bruised and bloody face. Most of the crowd was sure
that his nose wasn't bent the way it was at the beginning of
the fight.
Landing lightly on one leg, Ranma spun around and
began walking to Akane. Kneeling down next to her, he
grabbed her hair with both his hands, as if gripping a baseball
bat, he whispered, "This . . . is for making me eat mud," then
proceeded to rip the hair in half which was soon followed by
a blood curdling scream.
Akane had awoken.
Ranko, Rei and Makoto watched in silenced awe as
Ranma continued to kick the crap out of Akane and Kuno.
Usagi couldn't handle the fact that Ranma had preformed the
splits and joined most of the crowd in la la land.
They watched as Ranma blurred then disappeared off
Kuno's shoulders then reappeared in front of him, fist extend.
It was as if he'd blinked out and in of existence. Even Ranko
had problems seeing him move, though she'd never admit it.
How is he doing this! There's no way he could
become such a good fighter in such a short time! He was still
a puny dweeb on Saturday! He must have made a deal with
the Dark Kingdom!
"That was for all the times you accused me of flirting
with Ranko and all the times you beat me up to "prove"
yourself to her," Ranma said after stepping away from the
downed Kuno.
In what seemed like only a matter of seconds, Ranma
spun around, caught Akane's wrist, twisted it, growled, "This
is for locking me in my locker," then socked her like there
was no tomorrow. She must've flown back four feet before
landing in a crumpled heap.
Wow! He looks just like my old sempai! Er . . .
except I don't think my old sempai ever did that. Argh!
Dammit! It'd be so much easier if I could remember his
name! With that thought Makoto fell to the ground, curled
up into a ball and started laughing maniacally.
Ranko and Rei glanced at Makoto and sweat dropped
nervously.
"What do ya think is wrong with Makoto?" Ranko
asked worriedly.
Rei glanced at Makoto closely. "By the way her eye's
twitching, I'd say it has something to do with her old
sempai," she responded with a casual shrug.
"What do you think, Ami?" Ranko asked the blue hair
girl to her right.
"Hm. . .? I'm sorry. I was looking through my history
notes. What did you say?"
Ranko and Rei sweat dropped before face-faulting
sideways.
"Um . . . never mind," Ranko mumbled eyeing Ami
oddly for a minute before turning back to the fight.
"Ok," Aim responded before returning her gaze to her
notes completely ignoring her surroundings.
Rei continued to sweat drop as she glanced back and
forth in-between Ami, the fight, and Makoto. Are Ranko
and I the only normal Senshi? She thought then looked at
Ranko. Am I the only normal Senshi?
That style? It's really close to the kind I use, but a
little less defined (Note: What Ranko means is that, Ranma's
using a little bit of the Anything Goes style and a lot of just
plain street fighting). Where'd he learn it though, and how'd
he get so strong and fast so . . . fast! And his muscles, she
sighed wistfully, so much larger, but not too large! They
look so comfortable. I wish he'd- her line of thought was cut
off by Ranma's voiced.
"Baisuu Supin Handou!" Ranma shouted immediately
before his body blurred into the form of what looked like a
miniature tornado. Ranko watched in amazement as Kuno
flew back, face covered by red.
Wow! Where'd he learn that! I wonder if I can
learn it. Ranko thought excitedly. She'd hardly ever saw
any new techniques when she moved to Nerima. Her uncle
Soun didn't know any new techniques so she didn't get
anything out of him and she really wanted to learn some new
techniques. Then she remembered who preformed the move
and started blushing. To learn the technique, she'd have to
ask Ranma to teach her it. That would mean they'd have to be
together and probably alone. There was no telling what could
happen! Argh! I don't like him! I don't like him! I don't like
him! I don't li-
>Rip
The sound caught nearly everyone's attention. And if
that didn't, then the terrible scream that followed did.
Ranko watched as Akane sat up immediately, feeling
her hair frantically. Standing up, Akane turned to Ranma,
who was still clutching the large chunk of black/bluish hair in
his fist. Her body lit up with a dark red aura as if she'd been
sprayed by a group of flamethrowers. Growling fiercely,
Akane screamed in rage before charging.
He ripped her hair! I didn't think that was possible!
That hair was Akane's most prized possession!
Subconsciously she grabbed her pigtail, holding onto it
possessively.
Rei and Makoto, who'd recovered from her fit, looked
at each other before pulling their hair over their shoulders and
hugging it tightly to themselves.
The sound of Akane's face >Crunch hitting a nearby
tree snapped them back into their senses.
Shaking her head, Ranko glanced at Akane before
coming to a decision.
Damn, that's a big aura! Ranma thought as Akane's
aura sprang into life, but instead said way to calmly for
Akane's tastes, "What? Don't look at me like that. I just
thought you'd look better with short hair, that's all."
The second Akane broke her stance and charged,
Ranma cocked his arm back and threw her hair into her face.
Dodging three wild punches from the overly angered and
temporarily blind martial artist (cough bitch cough), he
grabbed her next punch and forcing his heels into the ground
swung Akane around by her arm.
"This is for forcing me into the girls locker room in
my boxers!" Ranma shouted by letting go of her arm, sending
her flying, face first, into a nearby tree.
Sliding down the tree slowly, Akane's knees hit the
ground then her head as she fell over sideways out cold.
The crowd stood there like a bunch of idiots. Of
course, they would have been clapping and cheering due to
the fact that Akane and Kuno had gotten their asses kicked,
but they were to busy standing around like idiots too do that.
Clapping the dirt off his hands, Ranma was about to
start the final part in his revenge when someone tapped him
on the shoulder. Turning around, he received a hard >Pop
punch to the face. It wasn't from Kuno because it was a fist,
and not from Akane, but it was defiantly stronger than most
punches. They were also pretty good, having managed to
sneak up on him.
Grasping his nose, Ranma glared at the person who
punched him before blinking in confusion. "What didja do
that for?" he shouted.
"Come on! Show me what you got!" Ranko shouted,
having back away a few feet and standing in a loose combat
stance.
"I can't fight you!" Ranma responded, still peeved at
being hit in the nose.
"Why not?" Ranko asked dropping her stance.
"Because you're a girl!"
The crowd face faulted.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Ranko
shouted incredulously.
"I don't hit girls," Ranma answered flatly.
The crowd face faulted again.
"What about what you did to Akane and her gang?"
"I was making an exception."
"Fine!" Ranko yelled before running straight at
Ranma.
Preparing to dodge the incoming attack, Ranma forgot
that his female form was much faster and much more skilled
than any other girl. He fell to his knees when the blow hit.
"That . . . was . . . low," he squeaked out, his voice a few
octanes higher. He'd been expecting a higher attack. One
more towards his other head.
"Now that you're one step closer to being a woman,
will you fight me?" Ranko asked pleasantly after removing
her foot from his crotch.
"ONNA?" Ranma yelled looking at Ranko in shock.
"Who are you calling a woman!" Ranma lunged at Ranko.
And then he fell to his knees, bug eyed, grasping at his groin.
"Ite! I must have dislocated my pelvis!"
Ranko was immediately by his side, kneeling next to
him. "Are you all right?" she asked, concerned for his well
being. She didn't think she kicked him that hard. Just hard
enough so it would hurt not so something would break.
Besides, if he'd broken his pelvis, how would that affect his
performance in- Argh! I don't like him! I don't I don't I
don't!
"Yeah, I'm all right, though I never knew I was so
gullible," Ranma said before sweeping Ranko's legs out from
under her.
Lets take a moment to look at Ranma's line of
thinking shall we? First - Ranma was called a woman,
making him not all that happy. Second - He was called a
woman by his cursed form which Third - he considered to be
a female copy of himself at that time. Not to mention Fourth
- Ranma's always hated his female form and beating the snot
out of it would probably make him feel really good.
"Huh?" was all Ranko managed before she fell on top
of Ranma, knocking them both to the ground.
Nabiki watched from a window on the second story in
morbid fascination as Ranma dodged her sisters and Kuno's
attack like they were nothing. How could he be doing this?
How'd he get so fast? Where'd he learn how to fight? To
many questions and not many possible answers! How,
dammit! How the he-
Ranko.
Of course! If they were screwing each other, than
Ranko would definitely take the time to get Ranma into
shape. It made perfect sense. The secret rendevous on
Saturday was probably to teach Ranma the basics in fighting.
That little camping trip must have been to get him into shape,
also probably Ranko's idea too.
How could she betray her family like that! How
good a fuck was Ranma anyway? Nabiki's eyes narrowed. He
must have been pretty damn good to turn Ranko against her
own family. He better have been good.
Turning her attention back to the so called fight, it
was more like a round of beatings, Nabiki shook her head in
disgust. Her sister and Kuno had lost. They'd lost to the
school nerd! What could be worse! I suppose losing to
Umino would actually.
Nabiki winced as Akane face collided with a tree.
That had to hurt! Well, that was it. Both gangs were down.
What else could be done to make this day any more perfect?
Maybe Ranko will declare her undying love for Ranma.
Nabiki thought numbly.
>Pop
Or maybe not. Nabiki thought amused as she
watched Ranma clutch his nose. Maybe she was wrong about
Ranko. Maybe nothing happened between the two. Maybe
she'd misunderstood Ranko's blushing denial. Maybe all
these maybe's were giving here a headache.
Then she watched the fight. And her opinion changed
once again Why didn't they just fuck in front of the whole
school for Christ sake! She was gonna have a long talk with
that girl when they got home.
Tumbling over, Ranko fell on top of Ranma,
knocking the breath out of both of them and causing her chest
to press against his. While catching his breath, Ranma
became acutely aware of Ranko's breasts as they rubbed
against his chest with every deep breath she took. After
catching his breath, Ranma's breath caught in his throat.
Ranko's face was somewhat red from the fall, lips
slightly pursed, eyes closed as she lay on top of him. her face
was just inches away from his own, her breathe caressing his
nose every other second. He had to dig his fingers into the
ground so he wouldn't reach up and touch it.
Then her eyes opened, gazing right back into his. He
suddenly found out that he'd forgotten how to breath. Her
eyes were a beautiful color of pure blue. He felt as if he could
swim within them and desperately wanted to, but restrained
himself by clutching the ground even tighter.
Ranko opened her eyes to what many would consider
a beautiful sight. Deep blue/grey eyes gazing right back at
her. She watched as Ranma eyes began drifting downward till
they stopped upon her neck. She could feel herself getting
hotter from the position she was in, their bodies pressed
together as they were, and started getting even hotter when
she realized where Ranma's gaze had moved too.
Ranma's gaze began to wander from her flawless face
to her perfectly smooth, perfectly tanned neck. His gaze
traveled lower and he gulp to himself as he was given a
frontal look into Ranko's cleavage. Without realizing it he
took a long drawn out sniff of her, and with his nose being
only a dozen inches away from said crevasse. It smelt . . .
nice, fresh, and it had a scent to it that he couldn't quite place
down - but it still excited his senses and made him feel . . .
good.
Ranko's blush increased tenfold at Ranma's
involuntary inhale. She could practically feel the presence of
his nose in-between her breasts. Quickly she placed her hands
on his chest and pushed herself up and away from his face,
but in turn ended up straddling him her hands on Ranma's
chest. She groaned inwardly as she realized what position she'd put them in.
Ranma could feel a heat radiating from where Ranko
was sitting on him, his stomach. Ranma found himself
enjoying the feel of Ranko's body on his own and fought the
blush he felt rising as well as other things (If you catch my
drift. Wink, wink! Nudge, nudge! Say no more, say no more!
the author is >Slap for being stupid . . . Sorry). He
didn't know what to do. She wasn't making a mo-!
Ranma did a double take and looked straight into
Ranko's eyes again. They were as blue as his, but there was
something missing. Something wasn't right with her eyes.
That's it! Ranma thought realizing what it was. They
weren't-
>Slap
Slapping Ranma wasn't the best attack she could've
used but it still worked in catching him off guard. Rolling off
if his stomach, Ranko quickly hopped back to her feet in a
ready position. Though she might have looked ready, she was
still too embarrassed to think straight. The way they'd been
sitting in that intimate position and with the whole school
watching too. She wanted to hang her head shamefully but
her pride wouldn't let her.
A slap was not what Ranma had been expecting.
Maybe another attack to the groin seeing as her knees were in
such good position to do so, but not a slap. In fact, if he
didn't know any better, and trust me, he had a lot of
knowledge on this subject, he'd say the slap hurt more than
the kick to the groin.
Realizing his position, Ranma rolled backwards onto
his feet and into a ready position himself. Ranko's not
ready. he thought so himself, but didn't make a move to
prove it.
What's he doing? Ranko thought as she watched
Ranma hold his stance. She narrowed her eyes in thought
until the answer came to her. He waiting for me to get ready.
Guess he wants a fair fight. She mentally shrugged. It was
his loss after all.
The two stood in silence for what seemed like an
eternity to the other. What neither knew was that they were
both using the same strategy. Start off on the defense and
improvise from there. What neither were expecting was the
large "Red Hammer" gang member I mentioned earlier to
finally enter the fight.
With a loud "Kiya!" the impressively large fighter
lunged at Ranma's backside.
Sparing a backward glance at the slowly incoming
attack, Ranma took three steps toward the attacker. With an
incredible display of strength, though to Ranma it wasn't
much, he caught the fighter under the chin and her belly with
both hands. Bending his legs, he grit his teeth as he threw
the sumo sized fighter in Ranko's direction.
Seeing her chance, Ranko ran at the flying flab of fat,
leapt at it, and used it as a springboard to launch herself at
Ranma, effectively slamming the fighter into the ground.
Twisting in mid air, Ranko formed an incredibly fast jump
kick aimed at Ranma's head.
Ducking under the attack, Ranma grabbed the back of
Ranko's skirt as she flew by. Strong material. he thought
as he pulled back on it throwing her back the way she came.
Of course, he received a kick to the back of the head for his
troubles as she passed by. Stumbling back a bit, he turned to
face Ranko again.
Using the fat fighter like a trampoline, Ranko shot
herself back at Ranma again. Landing in front of him, she
attempted a roundhouse and quick sweep before blocking a
kick to the chest with both arms. Staggering back two steps,
she back flipped once to regain her balance, but was
bombarded with a flurry of punches a moment after.
Ranma continued to throw punch after punch at
Ranko, making sure they weren't all hitting and that the ones
that did connected weren't all out. He had to admit he was
having a good time as Ranko proved to be a much better
challenge than Kuno and Akane had. He tried an easily
readable sweep.
Ranko hopped up and kicked at his face.
Ranma grabbed around her right thigh, underneath the
hem of her skirt and twisted, causing her whole body to turn
with his hands.
Ranko caught herself from hitting the ground with
both hands, but froze at the feeling of Ranma's hands so high
up her leg. She noted Ranma hadn't moved too, probably
frozen as well, and forcing down her embarrassment for the
time being kicked Ranma in the chest with her left foot,
successfully causing him to release her and roll away.
Coming to his feet, Ranma noticed Ranko was
blushing just as much as he was and suddenly felt even more
embarrassed. Gulp quietly to himself, he shook his head
trying to clear the blush. How come he felt this way? He
hadn't felt this way when Shampoo or Ukyou had glomped
onto him all the time, so why was he feeling this way now.
Maybe it's because I don't have my curse anymore. he
reasoned. But to be turned on by what your curse used to
look like! Is that even right?
Ranko, noticing Ranma's out of place look, shook
away her discomfort and made a beeline run straight at him.
Unfortunately, or fortunately in Ranma's case, because of her
earlier chagrin she didn't see the bokken stuck in the ground
in front of her.
Having still been out of it, Ranma hadn't even been
ready for any kind of attack, so when Ranko crashed into
him, he did nothing but take the brunt of the collision. He
tired shaking his head clear, but two round object prevented
him from shaking it completely. Two very firm, round object,
which Ranma knew all too well, just not from that position.
Ranko continued gasping for air, not even noticing
Ranma's head and how it was stuck in-between her breasts,
but instead silently cursing at herself for tripping. She quickly
glanced up, looking around for Ranma. Where'd he go?
she thought frantically looking back and forth from side to
side. It was about that time Ranko realized something was
lodged between her breasts.
Ranma's mind was racing. Sure he'd been in this
situation before, but he'd never quite enjoyed it this much.
He didn't quite know what it was, but the way and the feeling
of Ranko squirm like she was on top of him. He just hope she
didn't kick him in the balls again fearing something might
snap.
Placing both hands on the ground, Ranko pushed off
and away from Ranma into a roll. Hopping to her feet, she
immediately lunged at Ranma with both feet extended
intending to cave in his gut.
Turning onto his stomach, Ranma spring boarded off
the ground and away from the attack. Coming to his feet, he
watched Ranko falter after landing. She's still unoriented.
he thought looking at her, her face being red from
embarrassment and anger. At least she doesn't have a
mallet. he added with a small sigh of relief.
Ranko almost screamed out in frustration. She was
being beaten by Ranma! It was just impossible! She'd
considered activating her Demon Hunter ring at one point,
but stopped as Ranma had yet to show any signs of being a
youma. It didn't help that she couldn't think straight without
her damn sex drive interfering.
I gotta find a way to end this without hurtin' her. She
may act like me, but she sure as hell isn't me. Because there
can only be one, true, Ranma Saotome! Ranma thought
ego bloated having realized that Ranko, was in fact, not an
exact copy of himself only female. Got it! But . . . it's the
only thing that I can work in a situation like this. he thought
to himself. But how to execute it? Little did Ranma know,
Ranko gave him the perfect chance.
Said girl let out a frustrated sigh as she watched
Ranma stare off into space. This had to be the third time
since the fight started. Running up to him as quietly, Ranko
shoved her fist into his gut as hard as she could. She was
rewarded with a disheveled grunt before she kneed him in the
face causing him to stumble back a few step, but remain
standing. I'll just use his move against himself.
Snorting air through his hurting nose, Ranma moved
to defend against her next attack, but faltered when he
noticed Ranko wasn't in front of him anymore. He turned
around quickly only to have something land on his shoulders.
The next thing Ranma knew, he was staring straight at
something thin and lacy.
Ranko was really starting to get pissed off at all the
humiliating positions the two continued to end up in. Baka
Ranma just had to turn around didn't he. She had intended
to have the back of his head facing her nether region. Now
his face was barely inches away from her pubic hair. She
nearly broke out laughing when Ranma's short, fast paced
breath tickled her, but held it in check instead opting to blush
violently.
"Fef feawmph phootfs foo!" Ranma mumbled
through Ranko's black skirt.
Ranko blinked. He was trying to talk to her at a time
like this. "What?" she asked lifting up the side a of skirt and
bending down to listen.
"I said, 'Red really suits you.' It goes good with your
hair," Ranma answered speaking directly into her lower
lingerie.
Ranko blinked again. "Oh. Thanks, I guess." Then she
realized what he was talking about and flush the same color
as her hair . . . and panties. Pushing down on her skirt, she
forced it in front of Ranma's face so he was looking at the
front of it instead of the underside. "Pervert!" she shouted
before pulling her fist back and in a ready location.
"Wait! There something else you should know
though," Ranma shouted desperately.
"What?" Ranko growled, fist still raised.
Bow before Saotome Ranma's vast knowledge of
woman. Marvel at its superiority over yours. "It smelled
kinda funny under there. Sorta fishy. Maybe you should get
that checked out," Ranma said looking up, in-between
Ranko's breast at her cherry red face. He wasn't sure if she
was pissed or embarrassed.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Well that answered that. "Ow! Stop with the fists and
the hitting of my head will ya!" Ranma shouted before his
left hand snake upward and grabbed onto Ranko's right
breast.
Ranko's face went from anger/embarrassment to pure
embarrassment as she felt Ranma squeeze her breast. She
started hitting him harder.
"What the?" Ranma exclaimed from within Ranko's
thighs before realizing his mistake. Switching hands, he
grabbed Ranko left breast and pressed three fingers into her
left shoulder blade.
Ranko's attacks slowed until finally she all together
slumped over Ranma, her breasts pressing against the top of
his head. Reaching up, he grabbed her with both hands above
her hips, lifted her off his shoulders and placed her on the
ground. He stood over her, hands on his hips, with his face
slightly flush, but tried to hide it with the wide grin plastered
over his face.
"Wha . . . what did you . . . do to me?" Ranko said
tiredly. Every part of her body felt dead. He has to be a
youma! I should've used my ring! she thought wanting to
beat herself over the head for being beaten. She tried looking
around for her friends, but couldn't muster enough strength to
do even that.
"Hit some pressure points which drained all your
battle aura. It'll wear off in a bit. You concede?" Ranma
asked, his arms crossed over his chest and his face back to its
normal color.
Ranko struggled to struggle, but found it useless.
Letting out a long, deep sigh, Ranko replied, "Yeah, yeah.
You've won for now." She glared up at him though she was
smiling happily, if not somewhat annoyed. "Next time I'll
win, though so you'd better watch out," she added growling
jokingly.
"You sure seem happy for someone who just lost,"
Ranma commented inquisitively.
"Yeah, well I know I'll get another chance. You don't
seem like the type that only fights an opponent once," Ranko
explained with a shrug. Or tried to shrug at least.
"Right . . ." Ranma didn't really care for the way she
was acting. Way to happy for one thing. "I'll be right back.
There's something I gotta do. Don't go anywhere," he added
laughing at his own joke.
Ranko's eyes narrow at Ranma's retreating form.
About five minutes later, she was on her hands and knees,
pigtail drooped over her shoulder in defeat. After another
couple of minutes passed, she felt someone grasp her
shoulder. She nearly screamed thinking it was Kuno or one of
her other pervert suitors trying to cope a feel.
"Come on you," Ranma said lifting her to her feat as
he was then sporting his jacket and backpack again.
"Wouldn't want ta leave here for your fans," he added
smiling teasingly.
Ranko looked up in his eyes. His deep, ocean blue
eyes with just a pinch of grey. The one thing that had caught
her attention about them. How such a dull color could be held
within such beautiful eyes. Just staring into them she wanted
to . . . she wanted to . . . she wanted . . . >Crack
"That . . . was . . . low," Ranma squeaked out as he
clutched his groin while kneeling on the ground in front of
Ranko.
"In two cases actually. Just think of it as payback for
grabbing in all those places," Ranko replied tiredly, straining
to remain standing.
Rolling his eyes, Ranma responded, "You're right. I
deserved that," before getting up, grabbing the back of
Ranko's shirt and dragging her along with him. "Come on
loser. I'll help you get class," he said smiling sardonically at
the girl he was dragging.
"I don't need your help," Ranko muttered annoyed at
Ranma's brashness.
"You sure? I could just leave you here," Ranma
replied letting go of Ranko's shirt, but catching her inches
away from the ground. "Or I could help you get to the
classroom. Which will it be?" he asked exasperated.
"Fine," Ranko mumbled before being dragged along
again. She would've tried an attack, but she was still tired
from her last attack
"Jeez, they're acting as if somethin' ecchi happened,"
Ranma commented after glancing around the crowd and
noticing every student sporting a bloody nose, even the girls.
Ranko would've slapped herself if she had enough
strength to do so.
Ranma and Ranko, now on her own two feet, entered
the empty classroom a couple seconds before the bell rang.
Both sighed in relief before they realized that the teacher
wasn't in the classroom. They were heading toward their
respected desks when a sudden blur flew through one of the
nearby windows and attached itself to . . . Ranma's leg?
"What the hell!" Ranma shouted while trying the
shake the figure off his leg, kicking his leg into the air wildly.
Ranko was by his side immediately, leg cocked and
ready to be kicked if needed be. "Need help?" she asked not
taking her eyes off the figure.
"Saotome-san! I was so worried about you!" the
figure shouted not releasing Ranma's thrashing leg.
"Umetsu-sensei! Is that you?" Ranko asked
incredulously, trying to get a good look at the figure attached
to Ranma's moving leg.
"Umetsu-sensei?" Ranma stopped shaking his leg and
blinked in confusion before looking at the person hugging his
leg.
"Saotome-san! I'm so glad you're back!" Umetsu-
sensei cried hugging his leg tighter.
"Let go of my leg, teach! You're a human, not a damn
dog!" Ranma shouted as he began hopping around the room,
trying to kick his teacher off of his leg.
Ranko sighed before walking back to her desk and
plopping down into her seat. This is too weird. she thought
placing her head on her desk top and closing her eyes. A loud
>Crash snapped her out of her sleepy state. Opening her
eyes, she glance around the room before finding Ranma
standing in front of a broken window, his foot extended
toward it and Umetsu-sensei missing. As she looked at the
window closer she recognized the shape of it and sweat-
dropped heavily.
Ranma looked at Ranko, then back at the window,
then back at Ranko shrugging his shoulders and saying, "At
least he's off my leg," before retaking his seat.
Ranko sighed again. He was right, in a way. She
shook her head in annoyance. Why should she care? Ranma
was jerk when he wasn't being a nerd, fighting all perverted
like he had. She could still feel his hands on her body, and
rubbed the areas he touched to make the feeling go away. She
stopped abruptly, blushing profusely as her mind grasped
onto what she looked like. After removing her hands from her
breast and the inside of her thigh, Ranko glanced at Ranma
cautiously and breathed a sigh of relieve as his head was
down on his desk.
She looked at the small bruises on her arms and
exhaled to herself. She glanced around the empty room once
as well. Now is as good a time as any. Ranko thought
before standing up and walking over to Ranma. "Hey
Ranma?" she asked when she arrived at his desk.
A silent grunt was her only response which she took
as either a "what" or a "yes".
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" she asked
curiously though with a hint of malice.
A large word bubble appeared over Ranma's head
proclaiming his state to her. "Zzzzzzzzzzzz."
Ranko sweat dropped and returned to her desk, left
eye twitching slightly. I'll ask him later.
"How the hell did you do that?" a voice shouted at
Ranma's back as he sat alone during the lunch break.
He turned in his seat to face the speaker. "Oro?"
Ranma asked with a classic Kenshin expression. Who the
heck is this guy?
"How'd you beat up Akane and Kuno-san like that?
Not that I care mind you seeing as it gave me a chance to skip
class an' all, but I just gotta know!" the boy with Mousse type
glasses exclaimed as he took a seat next to Ranma.
"And you are . . .?" Ranma asked carefully and
curiously to the boy next to him. After having the lunch bell
wake him up, he quickly exited the classroom via window
fearing Ranko's wrath. If she had any that was, as Ranma
noted she didn't follow him out the window or attack him
while he slept.
The boy blink at Ranma, or at least Ranma thought he
did seeing as he couldn't see the boys eyes behind his glasses.
"What the hell does that mean?" the boy shouted in horror.
Ranma opened his mouth to answer but was cut off
before he could.
"Oh, wait! I get it. Now that you're all high and
mighty on the kickass chart, you don't have time to hang out
with your best friend, huh! That's it isn't it?" the boy cried
hotly, nearly spitting in Ranma's face as he did so.
Interesting choice of words. Ranma thought sweat
dropping slightly and eyeing the boy warily. He gave the boy
a one over before what he was hoping for hit him. "Umino!"
he shouted knocking said boy over. "Er . . . aheh, sorry 'bout
that," he finished sheepishly.
Picking himself up, Umino eyed Ranma cautiously.
"Riiiight . . ," he drew out slowly.
"Sorry 'bout that. It's just that things have been really
messed up lately for me," Ranma explained.
"Oh. Ok," Umino replied with a shrug.
Ranma considered face-faulting but didn't really feel
up to it.
"As long as we're still friends though," he added a
couple seconds later.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Ranma replied with a shrug
of his own not really caring. He was too hungry to really care.
Should've packed a lunch or somethin' before I left.
"Cool! I'm friends with the most bad ass person in the
school!" Umino exclaimed before he started to cabbage patch
in his seat.
This time Ranma did face-fault. "What the hell are
you doing?" Ranma asked in wonder as his supposed friend
continued his cabbage patch dance.
"Celebrating of course. What else would I being
doing?" Umino replied then started moving his arms as if he
were rowing an invisible boat.
Ranma face-faulted again. And I'm friends with him
because . . ? he thought before his mind reminded him.
Because no one else would be friends with you. "Oh,"
Ranma said softly to himself.
"Oh, what?" Umino asked stopping his dance.
"Oh . . . um . . . er . . . aha! I just remembered
something about prehistoric Homo-sapiens! Yeah, that's it!"
Ranma exclaimed quickly confused by his choice of words.
The old him would never say something like that.
"Oh. Okay," Umino said after pushing his glass off
the tip of his nose then added, "I gotta question."
"Shoot."
"Where'd you learn to fight like that, and can you
teach me?" Umino asked suddenly in Ranma's face.
"Ah!" Ranma shouted, falling over with his arms
wind-milling.
"Hey, you ok?" Umino asked hovering over Ranma's
face.
"Yes," Ranma replied place a hand on Umino's face
and pushing him away, "and no. I can't teach you and I can't
tell you where I learned it. It's too complicated," finished
sitting back up.
"Oh . . . ok, I got another question."
Ranma sighed, "What?"
"Is that why they're extinct? Because they were
Homo -sapiens?"
". . . Umino, Homo-sapiens are people."
"Hey, I'm not judging anyone here!"
Ranma sighed solemnly.
Ranma sighed wistfully as he walked away from
Furinkan High ignoring each and every student as they eyed
him openly. He was glad the day had ended, because he still
hadn't had anything to eat so his growling stomach was
eagerly prompting him to return home. Whistling the same
tune he'd done that morning, he hopped up onto a nearby
fence and started speed walking down the length.
He thought back to Umino and how strange his
personality was. One second he's talking about something,
and the next he's on a complete different subject. Though he
was annoying at time, Ranma admitted to himself he owed,
or rather his nerd self, Umino a whole lot.
Umino had been the one that dragged his carcass out
of the swimming pool when Akane almost drown him.
Umino had been the one that pulled the bokken out of his . . .
ass. Every time he'd been bullied in the past, Umino had
come along and helped him out afterwards. Of course,
Ranma couldn't blame him for not interfering while he was
getting beaten because Umino just wasn't the type of guy that
would. Not to mention he'd probably just end up getting his
ass beaten as well.
He owed it to Umino to remain his friend, even if he
was weird at times. With that thought, Ranma small smile
grew wider knowing he had at least one friend in the new
world he was in.
Ranko quickly made her way through the gaping
crowd of students. As she made her way to the front gates, a
voice called out to her stopping her momentarily.
"Hey, Ranko! Wait up!" Makoto called as she and the
Senshi ran up to her.
"What?" she asked quickly glancing at the front gates
then back to her friends.
"Where're you going?" Rei answered with a question
of her own.
"There's something I gotta do. I'll see you guys later,"
Ranko explained rapidly before taking off again, her pigtail
flapping violently behind her.
The other girls blinked at each other before following
Ranko out the front gates.
"Hey, she's going the wrong way. Her home's that
way," Ami commented pointing the opposite direction Ranko
was running.
"Looks like she's following Ranma. See, you can see
him just ahead, up on the fence," Usagi exclaimed pointing at
Ranma's shrinking form.
"First he beats up Kuno-san and Akane. Then he gets
Ranko to follow him around instead of it being the other
way around, and now he's running on fences. Maybe next
he'll be beating up youma's," Rei joked.
"Yeah, it's quite a sight to see Ranko follow a guy for
once," Makoto added.
"Hey! I just realized something!" Usagi exclaimed
suddenly causing the others to fall over.
"That your brain is pea sized," Rei muttered rubbing
her now sore head.
"Nope! Ranko's skipping study. Does this mean we
get to, too?" Usagi asked Ami eagerly.
After waiting ten minutes so Ranma wouldn't think
she'd followed him straight there she'd had enough. Standing
up, Ranko walked toward the wall Ranma had jumped over
intending to give the Saotome family an unexpected guest.
She just hoped it wasn't that Saotome. No, she didn't hope.
She prayed.
Walking through the front gate quietly so's not to
disturb anything or one, Ranko stopped and stared. The house
was huge! Well not the house technically, but the property
was. The house was about the same size as the Tendo home
except it was completely covered by a second story and the
backyard 'L'd around the house. She figured they could fit at
least three dojo's in that open space.
Regaining her wits, Ranko started for the front door.
She stopped before knocking when she noticed something in
the corner of her eye. Turning to the 'something' she blinked
curiously at the large crack in the wall. Walking closer, to get
a better look, Ranko soon noticed what appeared to be a foot
print where the crack originated.
"What the hell?" she muttered fingering the crack
gingerly.
Turning around, she caught sight of a shadow moving
around the corner of the house. Shrugging her shoulders, her
pigtail bouncing along with them, she headed to the shadow.
What the shadow turned out to be surprised her.
Ranma was in the backyard preforming a slow yet
graceful kata. With his eyes closed, he never noticed Ranko
staring at him, or when she sat down quietly. Her mind must
have fallen asleep watching his kata because her mouth open
. . .
"What's that kata called?" . . . and put her foot in it.
"Bah!" Ranma blurted falling over onto his face.
"What the hell! When did you get here!" he exclaimed
nervously.
"Um . . . a while ago," Ranko replied sheepishly,
rubbing the back of her head and blushing faintly. "Sorry."
Ranma laughed out loud at Ranko's familiar
expression, before smiling broadly and replying, "It's ok. If I
had continued any longer I probably would've fallen asleep."
Ranko's blush deepened slightly at Ranma's smile,
but not as bad as any of her earlier blushes. "So . . . um, are
you the one that did that to the wall?" she asked nodding her
head in the direction of the crack.
"You know that wall?" Ranma responded before
shaking his head slightly saying, "That damn wall."
"Um . . . riiiight . . . I just stopped by to say I'm sorry
for kicking you in the . . . um . . . well you know. It's your
body part," Ranko apologized, the tips of her ears tingling as
she looked at anything other than Ranma.
"Phew! I thought you were gonna kick me in the balls
again," Ranma said jokingly, wiping imaginary sweat from
his forehead. Then he noticed Ranko's miffed look. With
eyes wide, and arms waving around frantically, Ranma added
quickly, "Just joking! Just joking! Apology accepted! Heh."
A long silence elapsed, neither knowing what to say.
Finally Ranko broke it. "So what was that kata called?" she
asked curiously and slightly nervously.
"Huh? Oh, the one is was doing? I was just making it
up while I did it. So it really doesn't have a name," Ranma
replied with a shrug, not taking his eyes of off Ranko. He still
didn't fully trust her.
"Here's a question," Ranko said after another short
moment of silence.
"Why does everyone keep proclaiming to me that
they're gonna ask a question?" Ranma asked no one in
particular.
"Maybe so you'll be better prepared to answer it,"
Ranko replied smugly.
"Good point," Ranma agreed nodding his head.
"Where'd you learn how to fight like that?" Ranko
asked, curiosity and suspicion mixed together.
"Thought you'd probably ask that so I've already got
my answer ready," Ranma replied crossing his arms over his
chest.
"So what is it?"
"No. I won't tell you. It's not that I can't, I could if I
wanted too, but I just won't. I doubt you'd understand
anyway," Ranma explained sternly.
Ranko blinked before taking a step away from him.
She'd never seen him this serious. Ok. The direct approach
didn't work. Time for plan B. Smiling cutely and opening
her eyes wide so they'd shine brightly, Ranko turned up her
kawaii factor tenfold. "Pleeeaaaassseeee, can you tell me?"
she asked with a voice that could melt butter.
Ranma grimaced as if he's just eaten a batch of
Akane's homemade cookies. "You're just trying to make a
mountain out of a mole hill aren't you. I said no," he replied
as firm as he could. Now he knew why he got some much
free ice-cream.
Ranko's smile turned into a frown, then a pout and
soon enough eye eyes were brimmed with wetness. She
sniffled slightly. "Then, can you do one thing for me?" she
asked wiping away a stray tear.
Damn, she's good! Ranma thought nervously trying
desperately not to feel sorry and failing terribly. "What?" he
sighed miserably.
"Can >Sniff can you promise to answer my next
question?"
Gulping, Ranma replied unsteadily, "Wa-well, it
depends on the questions, but su-sure. Just-just stop cryin',
kay?" Hesitantly he place a hand on her smaller shoulder.
>Whimper "Kay," Ranko responded wiping the
wetness away from her eyes while smiling on the inside.
Sucker.
I'm such a sucker. Ranma thought vexed by his
weakness.
"Have you been in contact with any demons or odd
looking characters lately?" Ranko asked straight forward
trying to ignore Ranma's large hand so close to her neck.
"Erk!" Ranma exclaimed removing his hand as if it'd
been burned, the whole left side of his face twisted into a
grimace. What the hell kinda question is that? he
thought before closing his eyes and thinking back. Well,
Happosai. He's considered a demon and is odd looking.
Cologne too for that matter, but I think she means in this
world. . . . Nope. Running a blank. Waita minute! His eyes
were open in more than one way. "You know what? I can tell
you something."
"What?"
Ranma grinned. "I was trained by a man named
Happosai." Hopefully he's still in his cave.
Somewhere in China, the Bayankala mountains of the
Xinghai Province to be exact, an old shriveled up man
sneezed.
-God bless you,- his companion replied in Chinese.
-Thank you, Mu Tsu,- the little man replied sincerely.
"Happosai?" Ranko asked curiously.
"Yeah. Old guy. Small, 'bout 3 feet tall. He
disappeared after teachin' me what I need to know though,"
Ranma explained with a shrug, before heading toward the
house's back door.
Happosai huh? He could be lying, but he sounded
honest. The name and body structure don't really sounds
Dark Kingdom related. Ranko mused.
"So you didn't come here for revenge, shorty?"
Ranma asked from where he stood, chewing the last remains
of a sandwich.
Said insulted blinked before frowning at Ranma. Just
when she was getting used to him, he had to go along and
insult her. "Shorty? Who're you calling shorty, jerk!" Ranko
retorted walking up to Ranma.
"Jerk! Who're you callin' a jerk, peewee!" Ranma
shot back, his face now only inches from Ranko's.
"Peewee! Who're you calling peewee, pervert?"
Ranko shouted straight into Ranma face, grabbing his the
sides of his head with both hands so he couldn't move it.
"Well, seeing as you're the only peewee around, it
must be you . . . peewee!" Ranma replied honestly before
shouting out the end, their noses just touching now.
"Yeah, well . . .," Ranko started before licking her
lips. Why was that they were so dry all of the sudden? She
released a shuddering breathe which caressed Ranma's own
lips and drying them out as well. Why was she kept ending
up in such intimate positions with him. Was it that she liked
being this close to him. Maybe she really did have a thing for
him. I do not! a small part of her rebelled while the rest
sang a whole different tune. She like the look of his body,
and the vibrant color in his eyes made the area in-between her
legs scream to be scratched.
Ranma licked his lips, swallowed nervously, and with
wavering eyes, trying not to break eye contact with the girl in
front of him. Once again, he was stumped. Usually when he
was in a position like this, a mallet would interfere. But here
was a girl, who looked exactly like his female form, short,
lively, beautiful, and robust. Virtually perfect in every way.
For him that was, being so much like himself. He didn't
know what it was, but knowing that the girl in front of him
wasn't himself or a demon, or created by magic or out to
marry him made him feel . . . good? But why? The fact that
she wasn't letting go of his face wasn't helping either. He just
hoped she didn't look down anytime soon.
Neither notice a bush at the far end of the yard stand
up and run away.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She needed
release! Reaching further back, Ranko grasped the back of
Ranma's head before pulling it forward and pressing her lips
against his hotly. Fiercely, like an animal to its prey, she
clutched his back, forcing their bodies together.
Ranma's eyes bulged at first contact nearly falling out
of their sockets. Every second, moment, he expected a mallet
to appear and smash his straight to heaven. But it never came
and Ranma sighed through Ranko's lips, the tension leaving
his body causing him to kiss back without knowing it. His
arms strolled around his small waist onto the small of her
back, pressing her closer.
"You're not gonna kick me in the balls again, are
you?" Ranma asked nervously, a bead of sweat running down
his forehead. (I'm a bastard aren't I?)
Ranko blinked her way out of her fantasy before
realizing just where she was and that she hadn't just kissed
him. "Wha . . . Ah!" she shouted, immediately releasing
Ranma's face and falling onto her butt. "Who? What?
Where? When? How?" she asked in rapid succession, a deep
blush riding across the bridge of her nose.
Ranma blinked twice, responding, "Ranma. I don't
know what, what is? My house. Just a couple seconds ago,
and, nothing happened, so there's no real answer to that last
one."
Ranko sweat dropped, staring blankly at Ranma. "Um
. . . ok."
"Er . . . sorry. That just came out," Ranma said
sheepishly scratching the back off head.
"Help me up will ya?" Ranko asked holding her arm
out to Ranma.
Grasping Ranko's out stretched arm, Ranma hefted
her to her feet in one simple pulled. He grinned at her, not
releasing her hand.
She smile back shyly, still slightly red from her brief
fantasy.
They both heard a thump and turned to see what it
was.
"Wah! MY son's so manly!" Nodoka cried from the
backdoor, where she lay on her side.
"Erk!" Ranma exclaimed snapping his hand away
from Ranko's and sweat dropping uneasily watching his
mothers antics.
Oh no! It is this Saotome! Ranko felt like crying
herself. How can Ranma be sane? she thought frantically.
"Oh my son! You're so manly!" Nodoka wailed
suddenly holding Ranma in a tight embrace, tears flowing
like a waterfall.
"Oro!" 0o; ( I'd like to make a note that I was the
first to do this, for I have never seen it used in a fanfic before.
I don't know if it has been, but to me, it hasn't. And I read a
lot of fanfic. Thank for your time)
Ranko began tiptoeing away, not wanting to be
included in Nodoka's hugging spree. Didn't work.
"Ranko-chan!" Nodoka shouted clutching Ranko
tighter than she had Ranma, who was at that time, gasping for
air. Holding Ranko at arm length. "Ranko-chan! Why didn't
you tell me you were in a relationship with my son?" the
older woman cried happily.
"Er. . ." was the only reply she got.
"You know my mom?" Ranma shouted in horror.
This did not mean anything good.
"Of course she does! I take her lingerie shopping from
time to time! Why just recently I bought her a matching pair
of red, lacy bra and panties!" Nodoka continued joyously.
Ranko sweat dropped miserably.
Ranma felt her pain, casting her another sympathetic
look.
Ranko glared at him.
Ranma shrank back slightly at the withering gaze.
"Uh . . . mom. Ranko was just lacying. Ack! Leaving!
Leaving!" he shouted nervously.
"Yeah. I really need to go, Mrs. Saoto-," Ranko
started, straining a false, toothy smile.
Glaring motherly, Nodoka cut in, "How many times
do I have to tell you, call me Auntie."
"Sorry, Auntie," Ranko muttered dejectedly.
"It's ok, though you shouldn't really call me that
anymore," Nodoka replied proudly, her head held high.
"Huh?" Ranko was confused. Mrs. Saoto- er . . .
Auntie always made her call her . . . Auntie. She smiled
widely thinking she was being let off the 'Auntie' hook.
"Yes. You should call me mom now."
Ranko considered fainting, but figured it was unlady
like to do so.
"Uh . . . mom? Ranko's really got to go," Ranma said
cutting in meekly from the sidelines.
"Yeah! I gotta go cook dinner for my family! They'll
starve if I don't," Ranko lied anxiously wanting nothing more
than to get the hell away.
Or they'll die from Akane's cooking. both Ranma
and Ranko thought simultaneously.
"Oh, and I was going to ask you to stay for dinner,"
Nodoka responded sadly, and hand laid delicately on her
cheek.
"Yeah, well . . . yeah," Ranko replied lamely.
"Well, Ranko has to get going now," Ranma said
from behind his mother while giving Ranko shooing motions.
"Yeah, bye!" Ranko shouted before dashing off.
Ranma heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh Ranma, why don't you escort Ranko home. It's
not safe for a lady to walk around on her own you know,"
Nodoka commented knowingly.
Ranma glance around. It was brighter than a flashlight
in the face out. "But-!"
"No buts. Now go escort your girlfriend home,"
Nodoka order pointing in the direction of the front gates.
"Yes, mom," Ranma grumbled walking off.
"And while you're gone, I'll be preparing a 'Welcome
back safely' meal!" she called out to he retreating form which
immediately sped up. "Ah! Young love," Nodoka sighed
before freezing with a far away look plastered on her face.
"I thought you said Ranma was nothing to worry
about?" the lamps shadow accused harshly.
"I never said such a thing," the figure sitting at the
long steel desk replied simply.
"What happened to him?" the bookshelves shadow
asked.
"What happened to him is a mystery to me. I don't
know how he did it but his interference has cost us some
delays," Gosunkugi replied sternly, hands folded in front of
his face.
"So what are you planning to do?" the chairs shadow
asked just as harshly as before.
Gosunkugi didn't even twitch. "I'm putting the plan
on hold for the time being. I have a feeling this change in
Ranma is going to help us."
"Is that so?" his own shadow replied.
"Yes, Ebony Shadow. It is," he responded closing his
eyes and smiling a very small, very cold smile.
"Hey Ranko! Wait up!" Ranma shouted as he ran
after the pigtailed girl.
"Huh?" Ranko turned around only to nearly have
Ranma run her over. "Hey! Watch it!" she shouted startled by
his abrupt appearance.
"Sorry," Ranma replied rubbing the back of his head
while blushing embarrassingly.
"S'okay. Just watch it next time. If you don't . . . I'll
cream ya," Ranko replied mockingly, waving a small fist in
front of Ranma face.
Brushing the fist away and rolling his eyes, Ranma
responded sarcastically, "Ha Ha! Very funny."
"So, waddaya want?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"My moms makin' me walk you home. Says it's 'not
safe for a lady to walk around on her own'," Ranma
explained in a exasperated voice and started down the road,
Ranko at his side.
"Lady," Ranko snorted before turning to Ranma and
shouting accusingly, "Why didn't you tell me she was your
mom?"
"How was I supposed to know you knew my mom?"
Ranma shot back throwing his arms up into the air.
Ranko sighed. "How can you live with that woman?"
"Well I haven't lived with her all that long," Ranma
muttered.
"What?" Ranko asked curiously.
"Nothing! Aheh," Ranma responded quickly, grinning
panicky. "So . . . red panties huh? Those wouldn't happen to
be the ones your wear right now would they?" he asked
teasingly. He sighed mentally. Me and my big mouth.
Ranko slugged him in the gut before muttering,
"Pervert."
"I deserved that," Ranma breathed sharply. One
benefit about being merge with his nerd self was that he knew
when he was wrong. Catching his breath, Ranma jogged after
the petite redhead.
"Why are you still following me?" Ranko asked
Ranma plainly once he'd caught up.
Ranma shrugged. "Because I don't feel like spendin'
time with my mom right now. Knowing her, she's already
planning our wedding."
Ranko shuddered. "You're probably right, but that
doesn't mean you have to follow me. Why don't you go
bug someone else?"
"Because you're right here an' I don't feel like finding
someone else," Ranma explained smoothly, smiling proudly
at his thought out answer. The real question on his mind was,
'why didn't he find someone else to bother?'. It'd be much
easier, so why stay with her?
Ranko sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Come on. It's this
way."
"I know the way," Ranma retorted in response to her
aggravated tone.
"How the hell do you know the way?" Ranko asked
suspiciously as the continued along their merry way.
"I know the streets of Nerima like the back of my
hand," Ranma answered casually with a wave of his hand.
"Hey, what's that?" he said looking at the back of his hand.
He licked his other hands thumb and rubbed the odd mark.
"Oh! Just dirt. Heh."
Ranko slapped herself in the face.
"So, do you really do all the cooking? For the Tendo's
that is," Ranma implored.
"Yeah. I'm pretty good too," Ranko replied honestly,
hands in her pockets.
"Oh. Why's that?" Ranma questioned though he
figured he already knew the answer.
"I took a ten year long training trip when I was 5. It
was either cook or starve. I chose cook," Ranko said with a
simple shrug, her tail going along with it.
"Ten years huh? So who taught you?" Ranma asked
curiously wanting to know who other than his father had
suffered under the master of the Anything Goes School.
Ranko remained silent and walked ahead at a fast
pace.
Smooth one, baka! Ranma thought glumly before
catching up the Ranko once more. Grasping her shoulder
gently, her turned her to face him smiling sympathetically.
"Sorry 'bout bringing up unwanted memories there. Didn't
know."
Ranko looked up at him, into his caring, concern
filled eyes. Why was it that he could be caring one moment
and a total idiot the next? She swatted his hand away, turn
and started walking again. "What do you know?" she asked
curtly.
More than you think, Ranko. Ranma thought
shaking his head wearily. "So, seeing as I beat you, does that
mean you own me date?" he asked jokingly.
"I don't owe you anything. Leave me alone."
"No. Think about it. You don't like having to fight
your "fan club" everyday do you?"
"No."
"Well , if we pretend we're goin' out, they'll leave
you alone. After all, I beat you fair an' square. Them too. We
pretend we're going out, they won't bother you. I'm sure of
it," Ranma explained somewhat excitedly. He remember
Akane's old fan club and how they'd backed off once they'd
heard the two were engaged. And after he'd beaten up Kuno
of course.
"You really think that would work?" Ranko asked
curiously, glancing at Ranma out of the corner of her eye. She
didn't even know why she was thinking about agreeing with
what he was saying. It sounded logical, but also . . . a little
suspicious. "Or are you just trying to make me your pretend
boyfriend so you can go and brag to your friends?"
"Ranko? Do you know how many friends I have?"
Ranko shook her head.
"One. And his name's Umino."
"You're friends with Umino?" Ranko asked in
wonder.
"He's all I got," Ranma replied plainly placing his
hands behind his head as he walked.
"Wellllll, I'll consider it. I still don't know though,"
Ranko said thinking it over. It might work.
"Think of it this way. We won't have to do anything,
just say we're a couple. Then lie about a bunch of other
stuff," Ranma explained easily not taking his eyes off the
road ahead.
"Yeah, but what if someone asks us to do something?
Like hug or kiss?" Ranko asked inquisitively, a small blush
donning her cheeks.
"Well, the hugging I can deal with, but for the kissin'.
We might have to use the Saotome School of Anything
Goes: Final Attack on that one," Ranma answered with an
amused smirk.
Ranko couldn't stop the oncoming onslaught and
burst out laughing, startling the nearby pedestrians.
Ranma's smile grew wider at Ranko's reaction. He
really like the sound of her laugh. It was carefree as if she
hadn't a worry in the world.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Ranko spotted their
upcoming position. "The bridge!" she shouted dashing ahead.
"Huh?" Ranma exclaimed before running after
Ranko. "What bridge?"
"I though you knew Nerima like the back your hand?"
Ranko mock teased.
"I thought I did too."
"This is Cherry Bridge. It's one of my favorite places
to hang out when I need someone to talk to," Ranko
explained.
"Why's it called Cherry Bridge though?" Ranma
asked eyeing the old wooden bridge that gave passage over a
small creek.
"Because I live here," a voice replied from beside
him.
Glancing to his right, Ranma screamed in horror
going into a classic Takakashi pose, pinky, index finger, and
thumb extended on each hand. "Ah! Happosai!" Then he got
a better look. "Wait a minute. You're not Happosai. Who're
you?"
"I'm Cherry," Cherry replied annoyed.
"What the heck type of name is Cherry?" Ranma
asked perplexed.
"What the heck kinda name is Ranma?" Cherry
responded in kind.
"I'll have you know, Ranma's a perfectly fine na-!
How'd you know my name?"
"I have my ways," Cherry replied mysteriously before
turning to Ranko. "Ranko, my dear, how have you been? I
haven't seen you around lately."
"Sorry, Cherry-san. I've been really busy lately. I'll
try and stop by more often though," Ranko answered with a
small frown.
"So if you live here, does that make you a bum or
somethin'?" Ranma asked. Already he didn't care for Cherry,
as the shriveled old man reminded him to much of the old
ghoul.
"Yes, something like that," Cherry replied giving
Ranma a warning glare.
Ranma glared back just as much.
"Ah . . . we gotta get going Cherry. I'll see you later,
kay?" Ranko asked nervously, looking back and forth
between the two.
"Okay, Ranko-chan," Cherry replied not breaking his
gaze.
"Come on Ranma, lets go."
"I think this would be a good time to go our separate
ways," Ranma responded holding Cherry's gaze.
"Uh . . . alright. See ya, Ranma!" Ranko called while
darting across the small bridge and out of sight.
Five minutes later and the two were still holding eye
contact. Ranma spoke first. "I don't like you."
"And I you."
"Then I guess we're on even terms."
"I guess we are."
Another long silence past, this time having Cherry
break it. "Stay away from Ranko-chan."
"Why?"
"I can tell just by looking at you that you're nothing
but trouble."
Ranma snorted. "You wish, old man. You can't make
me do nothin'."
"You blinked."
"Huh?"
"You blinked."
"No I didn't!"
"You just did again!"
"I did not!"
"You lost!"
"I'll show you who 'lost', old man!"
"Ah, Ranko, just the girl I wanted to see," Nabiki said
from in front of her bedroom.
"Huh? What do want, Nabs?" Ranko asked curiously
walking up to her cousin.
Nabiki hid her grimace at the name Ranko called her
and beckoned her redheaded cousin into her room. "In here, if
you please."
"Er . . . ok," Ranko said strolling into Nabiki's room.
"Whatcha want?"
"I know what you did," Nabiki started firmly.
"What I do?" Ranko asked baffled.
"Don't play dumb! I know all about your rendevous
with Ranma," Nabiki snapped back.
"How do you know about that?" Ranko asked
surprised and slightly tense.
Nabiki just looked at her.
"Oh yeah," Ranko finally said as lamely as one could.
"What did you think you were doing?" Nabiki asked
flatly.
"Um . . . eating," Ranko responded. She had no idea
why Nabiki was chewing her out so badly. All she did was
share an okonomiyaki with him.
Nabiki's eyebrow rose. Eating? She doubted that they
were just 'eating'. From what I saw today, they definitely
didn't just eat. "Why?" she asked simply.
"Well he payed for it," Ranko replied reminding
herself to thank him sharing his lunch.
Kami-sama in heaven! My cousin's become a
prostitute! Nabiki felt sick. This is all Ranma's fault! she
thought angrily. "What about after school today? I saw you
following him."
"You saw that too?" Ranko cried embarrassed at
being caught.
"Yes, I saw that too."
"No-nothing happened," Ranko stammered blushing
badly as she recalled their close encounter and strange
fantasy.
Nabiki saw Ranko blush and added to her already
wrong conclusion. They must've done again! I've never
seen Ranko blush so badly! she thought worriedly. "Ok,
Ranko. You can go."
Leaving the room, Ranko wondered just what the hell
was wrong with Nabiki.
Closing her door, Nabiki hurried back to her desk and
began filtering through the piles of papers atop it. Find the
one she was apparently looking for, she grabbed her cell
phone and began dialing the number printed on the paper.
His phone rang once. Then twice. Then a third time.
Sighing to himself, a young man, no more than 16 years of
age pulled a cell phone from his pants pocket. Pushing the on
button through the 4th ring, he sighed into the phone.
"What do want? You're interrupting my meditation,"
he said wearily into the phone.
There was a sudden rapid muttering heard coming
from the caller.
"Nabiki!" the boy shouted springing out of his lotus
position.
More incoherent mutter was heard.
"Yes, what is it?"
More mumbling.
"What? You can't be serious? No one's better than
me!" A pause for more muttering. "Nerima. Furinkan High.
Gotcha. What's the guys name?"
Two words were mumbled this time.
"Ranma Saotome, eh? I'll show him who's the better
fighter" he said before hanging up the phone. "Ranma
Saotome. Prepare yourself," he whispered gripping the phone
tightly in his fist which suddenly decided to shatter into a
million tiny pieces. "Because the greatest fighter in all Japan
is coming after you," he finished flashing a toothy grin.
"Worthless piece of junk," the slightly fanged boy
muttered wiping the phones remains from his hands.
Ranma dumped a bucket of cold water over his head,
shivering fiercely, washing off all the soap. He couldn't wait
to get in the hot furo. All throughout dinner his mom had
pestered him about him camping trip and about Ranko and how
perfect a woman she was. He nearly rammed his head into the
table when she brought up the subject of grandchildren.
Heading to the water tap, Ranma froze in his tracks.
Slowly he turned his head to look behind him. And stared. He
now knew what was on his back. He swallow lightly before
taking a step closer to the mirror, narrowing his eyes.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself studying the
black mark. His eyes widened. Then he screamed.
"HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK! WE'RE SAVED!
REJOICE PEOPLE! THE APOCALYPSE HAS BEEN
PREVENTED!" Umetsu-sensei cried happily from where he
was perched atop Furinkan Highs flag pole.
"Frup up!" Akane mumbled/shouted from where she
was tied to the flag pole, Kuno's boxers shoved and taped
into her mouth. The top half of her school was uniform
missing, leaving her clad only in a bra and school skirt.
"Fonf fefer phas phofs phis fenfes," Kuno mumbled
through Akane panties, also tied to the flag pole, wearing
nothing but Akane's school shirt around his waist .
"BWHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAH!"
TBC
Chapter 4: Who's the Greatest? He's the Greatest.
Your the Greatest?
Next Time: It's a battle to be the best and to the winner
goes the spoils.
Authors Notes: Sooo... who wants to kill me? Raise your hand.
Yeah, so it's revised and such, I'm still alive. Be happy.
Email me at my usual
Fic can be found at (as of right now):
http/tannim.
