Fighting what you are
Note from the Author:
Sorry for all that time without writing!!! I had to use most of my time for my studies. That, and my work, plus, a bit of writer's block made the worst combination for this fic. Sorry, but from now, i'll try to update sooner. Again sorry.
Oh, and before i forget.
No, i don't own Ranma 1/2. If i did, Mousse would be a lot cooler. (I forgot to put the warning until now.) ***********************************************************************
Mousse stared at the man in front of him. Kun Po, the supposed "master of thunder". And for once, he didn't know what to say.
"It has been a while, hasn't it, Mu Tsu." said Kun Po, with a strange smile on his face. Mousse immediately turned agressive. "What do you want?" he said, with the same eyes he had when confronting Shampoo and the old hag.
"I see you still can do that expression on your face... cold, and devoid of other feeling other than agression. That look would scare anyone, but that's not going to work on me. Now, why don't we get into business?"
"We don't have any business, now leave, or else." replied Mousse, getting angrier by the minute. "Or else what, Mu Tsu? you gonna chase me away with your little knives? Tell me Mu Tsu, do you really think that would be a good idea?"
"As a matter of fact... YES!", Mousse said just before he threw two swords in his direction. Kun Po evaded them easily.
"Ha! Is that the best you can do, ducky-boy?"
Now he'd done it. Mousse hated being called that, and now, he wouldn't take that from anyone. He lost control, and began to fight Kun Po, blinded by his rage. His attacks became more and more furious, but Kun Po dodged all, like they were done in slow motion. The more he dodged, the more anger Mousse felt, and the more furious his attacks became. Until then, Kun Po didn't even try to hurt Mousse, but seeing how Mousse fell more and more into his rage, made him decide to put an end to the fight. In the moment he saw an opening in Mousse, he hit him hard on the stomach.
This stopped Mousse immediately. It was only a single hit, but Mousse felt like a truck had just hit him. That punch had almost inhuman strength behind it, and he was in so much pain, he clutched his stomach, while tried to recover himself.
Kun Po watched him in dissapointment and scorn.
"Idiot. YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT!" he sreamed at Mousse.
Mousse was still clutching his stomach, but turned and looked at him. "You truly are pathetic. Tell me, you believe that such an idiotic 'Technique' can do anything against me?!! Ha! You have to be kidding me!" "Sh.... shut up! That's my technique! And it is not idiotic!!"
Kun Po looked at Mousse in disbelief. "You sill don't get it, do you. You think it's a technique, because that information is recorded in your head. That's not a technique, it's a way of restricting yourself!!" "Huh? What are you talking about? Restricting myself? Restrict what?" "Your abilities."
Mousse looked at him in a combination of disbelief and confusion. "Abilities? What kind of abilities?!" "Your true strength, your true speed. Think about it. You wear clothes that weigh, how much??? About 400 Kg.?", he said. "600 kg...." muttered Mousse. "600 kg?! And with all that weight you still move normally? You walk, run and jump like there were no weight on you at all!!! Haven't you ever thought just how fast you would be if you didn't wear such heavy clothes??!! " "............" Mousse said. "And about how you fight, all you do is try to hit that Saotome guy with your little toys. Have you ever tried to hit him directly?!!" "What do you mean by that?" "A Punch. A kick. Anything?!" "Many times!!!" he lied. "Don't lie to me Mu Tsu, you can't fool me. "Twice..... no, once." "And did you hit him?" "...........No." "Then how, in the name of god, do you know how strong you are??!! You have never tried to land a true hit, but only throw your swords, and those stupid ducks. Don't you see?!!! by doing this, your strength is hidden, not you or anybody else can measure it since you never use it!!"
Mousse turned silent. It was true. He did move easily with all that weight, and when he wasn't wearing it, he did feel strange. He couldn't understand, even if it was true, how could it be. He was supposed to be weaker than that. Now that he thought about it, no normal human, not even Saotome could lift such heavy gardments and still be able to move normally. And about the strength, it was true also. He never landed a hit, on Saotome or anyone else with his fists or legs. He didn't even try to hit anything, unless it was with his weapons or anyhting he found during the fight. But the revolving thought inside his head was:
Why didn't i realize all of this before!!!!!
"You are thinking why didn't you ever think about all of this until now, aren't you? The answer is very simple. It was impossible for you to do so unless somebody forced you to think about it."
"Huh? What do you mean??! Are you implying i'm stupid or something?!"
"No. It was a spell in you. The spell made it impossible. It also made you use your 'techinque' to hide your abilities" "Spell? Who? Who could have done it, and why? Where's the use on make me restrict my power? Did you do this??!! Tell me!!"
"I...... No, i won't tell you. You must find this for yourself, or else, you may not wake up. And i cannot take that risk."
"Again with this 'waking' thing!!! No, you are filling my head with these things, aren't you?! Why i don't know, but i don't believe you. Not until you tell me!"
"If you don't believe me, i can't help it. But if you want to find out whether i'm lying or not, all you have to do is fight.
"What?" "Fight, with the Saotome guy. Once more, but this time, get rid of those clothes, and put on ones that don't have any extra weight on them. Fight the way a normal guy would do. Use your fists. Kick him. After all, what do you have to lose? If you don't win, well it's no different than any other fight you get almost daily with him, and if you win, you find the truth, not including the right to marry that wench of yours, Xian Po."
"Xian Pu!! and she's not a wench!"
"You're the one that called her that, not me. Anyway, i don't want to lose more time with your rambling. See ya." And with that, he jumped from the cliff and dissapeared from sight.
"Wait!" Mousse screamed at him, but he knew it was futile. He stared at the point where Kun Po dissapeared, and then at the sunset..... and began to go back to the cafe...... to change his clothes.
Note from the Author:
Sorry for all that time without writing!!! I had to use most of my time for my studies. That, and my work, plus, a bit of writer's block made the worst combination for this fic. Sorry, but from now, i'll try to update sooner. Again sorry.
Oh, and before i forget.
No, i don't own Ranma 1/2. If i did, Mousse would be a lot cooler. (I forgot to put the warning until now.) ***********************************************************************
Mousse stared at the man in front of him. Kun Po, the supposed "master of thunder". And for once, he didn't know what to say.
"It has been a while, hasn't it, Mu Tsu." said Kun Po, with a strange smile on his face. Mousse immediately turned agressive. "What do you want?" he said, with the same eyes he had when confronting Shampoo and the old hag.
"I see you still can do that expression on your face... cold, and devoid of other feeling other than agression. That look would scare anyone, but that's not going to work on me. Now, why don't we get into business?"
"We don't have any business, now leave, or else." replied Mousse, getting angrier by the minute. "Or else what, Mu Tsu? you gonna chase me away with your little knives? Tell me Mu Tsu, do you really think that would be a good idea?"
"As a matter of fact... YES!", Mousse said just before he threw two swords in his direction. Kun Po evaded them easily.
"Ha! Is that the best you can do, ducky-boy?"
Now he'd done it. Mousse hated being called that, and now, he wouldn't take that from anyone. He lost control, and began to fight Kun Po, blinded by his rage. His attacks became more and more furious, but Kun Po dodged all, like they were done in slow motion. The more he dodged, the more anger Mousse felt, and the more furious his attacks became. Until then, Kun Po didn't even try to hurt Mousse, but seeing how Mousse fell more and more into his rage, made him decide to put an end to the fight. In the moment he saw an opening in Mousse, he hit him hard on the stomach.
This stopped Mousse immediately. It was only a single hit, but Mousse felt like a truck had just hit him. That punch had almost inhuman strength behind it, and he was in so much pain, he clutched his stomach, while tried to recover himself.
Kun Po watched him in dissapointment and scorn.
"Idiot. YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT!" he sreamed at Mousse.
Mousse was still clutching his stomach, but turned and looked at him. "You truly are pathetic. Tell me, you believe that such an idiotic 'Technique' can do anything against me?!! Ha! You have to be kidding me!" "Sh.... shut up! That's my technique! And it is not idiotic!!"
Kun Po looked at Mousse in disbelief. "You sill don't get it, do you. You think it's a technique, because that information is recorded in your head. That's not a technique, it's a way of restricting yourself!!" "Huh? What are you talking about? Restricting myself? Restrict what?" "Your abilities."
Mousse looked at him in a combination of disbelief and confusion. "Abilities? What kind of abilities?!" "Your true strength, your true speed. Think about it. You wear clothes that weigh, how much??? About 400 Kg.?", he said. "600 kg...." muttered Mousse. "600 kg?! And with all that weight you still move normally? You walk, run and jump like there were no weight on you at all!!! Haven't you ever thought just how fast you would be if you didn't wear such heavy clothes??!! " "............" Mousse said. "And about how you fight, all you do is try to hit that Saotome guy with your little toys. Have you ever tried to hit him directly?!!" "What do you mean by that?" "A Punch. A kick. Anything?!" "Many times!!!" he lied. "Don't lie to me Mu Tsu, you can't fool me. "Twice..... no, once." "And did you hit him?" "...........No." "Then how, in the name of god, do you know how strong you are??!! You have never tried to land a true hit, but only throw your swords, and those stupid ducks. Don't you see?!!! by doing this, your strength is hidden, not you or anybody else can measure it since you never use it!!"
Mousse turned silent. It was true. He did move easily with all that weight, and when he wasn't wearing it, he did feel strange. He couldn't understand, even if it was true, how could it be. He was supposed to be weaker than that. Now that he thought about it, no normal human, not even Saotome could lift such heavy gardments and still be able to move normally. And about the strength, it was true also. He never landed a hit, on Saotome or anyone else with his fists or legs. He didn't even try to hit anything, unless it was with his weapons or anyhting he found during the fight. But the revolving thought inside his head was:
Why didn't i realize all of this before!!!!!
"You are thinking why didn't you ever think about all of this until now, aren't you? The answer is very simple. It was impossible for you to do so unless somebody forced you to think about it."
"Huh? What do you mean??! Are you implying i'm stupid or something?!"
"No. It was a spell in you. The spell made it impossible. It also made you use your 'techinque' to hide your abilities" "Spell? Who? Who could have done it, and why? Where's the use on make me restrict my power? Did you do this??!! Tell me!!"
"I...... No, i won't tell you. You must find this for yourself, or else, you may not wake up. And i cannot take that risk."
"Again with this 'waking' thing!!! No, you are filling my head with these things, aren't you?! Why i don't know, but i don't believe you. Not until you tell me!"
"If you don't believe me, i can't help it. But if you want to find out whether i'm lying or not, all you have to do is fight.
"What?" "Fight, with the Saotome guy. Once more, but this time, get rid of those clothes, and put on ones that don't have any extra weight on them. Fight the way a normal guy would do. Use your fists. Kick him. After all, what do you have to lose? If you don't win, well it's no different than any other fight you get almost daily with him, and if you win, you find the truth, not including the right to marry that wench of yours, Xian Po."
"Xian Pu!! and she's not a wench!"
"You're the one that called her that, not me. Anyway, i don't want to lose more time with your rambling. See ya." And with that, he jumped from the cliff and dissapeared from sight.
"Wait!" Mousse screamed at him, but he knew it was futile. He stared at the point where Kun Po dissapeared, and then at the sunset..... and began to go back to the cafe...... to change his clothes.