Preparations
Shampoo entered Mousse's room, looking for an answer of why did Mousse react like he just did. She couldn't understand it. He always endured her words, why would he just act so... aggresive? He wasn't like that. He was always trying to make her love him, and he would ignore anything she threw at him just because of that love..... and yet.....
In that instant, she saw something she wouldn't have even dreamed of seeing. His eyes changed. He didn't like to wear his glasses, and when he did, his eyes formed an expression full of ... concern, and empathy, but in that instant, all of that changed in an expression full of anger and scorn, in that look she saw someone else.
That wasn't Mousse. She knew it. But she had seen that face before.
"When?? When was it that i saw that expression on Mousse??", she racked her mind in search of that memory; while she did it, she sat on the bed. And saw something on the floor. A photo.
She picked it out, and looked at it.
"Huh? Who are they? Is that Mousse?" she thought. She saw Mousse, smiling in such a way she had never seen before, and the girl hugging him. "Who is that girl?!!" Shampoo said, her tone carrying a tone of anger. "Aren't i supposed to be his true love? Then why is he letting her hug him like that??!!"
Then she looked at the surroundings in the photo.
She paled.
And then, with a desperate look, she tried to convince herself that it wasn't what she was thinking..... that the place of the photo wasn't the sacred School of the Gods. That the weapons in the back weren't the sacred sword, shield and spear, the ones belonging to the masters of Wind, Water and Thunder. That the age that Mousse had in the photo didn't correspond with the time he..... dissapeared.
She had to find Mousse. The old woman was out, so she couldn't help her.
"Who... who can i go to.... Airen!! Mousse will go to Airen's house, sooner or later, Mousse will go there, in order to challenge him!!".... or at least she hoped for.
Shampoo got in her bike. She had to find out what was happening with Mousse. Something told her that if she didn't find out and stop it, Mousse would leave her...... Forever.
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The sunset was almost over. The cold could be felt even more, with each minute that passed. But Mousse didn't care. He had a fight.
He knew this one would be different than the others. This fight was for a different reason. This one wasn't for Shampoo, this one was for himself.
He was ready. If what Kun Po said was true, he was ready to clobber Saotome. The victory that had been denied to him for so long would be finally be his..... even though he didn't know how he would obtain it.
Ranma wasn't exactly a pushover. And he had no idea of how to fight him. Sure, it sounded easy when Kun Po told him. "Kick him, Punch him" was easy, but without some techniques or methods, Ranma would have an advantage over him. The only thing that Mousse could do would be to go with his instincts and hope for some openings.
"Maybe i should bring at least a sword, or a chain...." he thought, but that idea was quickly rejected. The reason to fight with Saotome was to see if he could win without weapons, why bring one?
He reached the café. He quickly tried to peek inside it, to see if the old woman or Shampoo were inside. They weren't.
Excellent. He wasn't in the mood to see them, since he knew where the conversation would go. "Oh well, they aren't here and that's what matters." he said to himself. He then got inside his room.
He quickly opened his closet, in search of a robe without weapons. No such luck. There wasn't any robes without weapons in sight.
Once again, Mousse tried to search again with no avail. Then he sat on the bed. He had to dispose of the weapons on his robe.... then he remembered.
He looked once more in the closet, and in the back, there was a box. That box was given to every generation of men in his family, and inside there was a suit without weapons. He had never wore the clothes, since it had no weapons, and it didn't have any space to put ones. Therefore, it was relatively new. He discarded his present clothes and put on the new ones. But in the bottom, he found something else. A pair of glasses.
"Those are the same glasses of the photo!!??", he exclaimed. He now realized that the glasses were evidence that Kun Po was telling the truth..... or at least, some of it.
He took his glasses and replaced them with the other ones. The vision was perfect. Then he went to look himself in a mirror. It was himself.... and at the same time, someone else.
Was he actually changing?? Not only in the outside, but in the inside too??!!
Then he shook his head. This wasn't the time to get confused again, he had a fight.
He began to walk to the door. He felt strange. Somehow, he felt like a leave, being blown away by the wind. He got out of the café. And then he began to test his supposed abilities. He decided to test just what was the difference in his movements without the weight. He tried jumping.
At first, he didn't notice any difference. He was even beginng to doubt Kun Po again, when he gave a jump with a lot of force. He was flying.
Or at least he looked like it. He had actually jumped 3 times the max height he usually had....but all that goes up has to go down, so he did.
"Oh..... No......."
BOOM!!!!
"Ohhh, that hurt!!!" he muttered, after falling on his face. He made sure he wasn't really hurt, and then meditated about the situation. "Ehhh, i better learn how to control that jump." he sugessted to himself. In a couple of minutes, he quickly got how to control it. It was only a matter of posture. He had finally begun to get his hopes rising. Then he remembered something. "I'm supposed to be really fast!!!"he said, getting more and more excited by the minute.
Ready...... Set.... and GO!!
WHAM!!!
He crashed on a wall. He had actually suprised himself. The speed had tripled!!!! And he wasn't even trying!!!
"Oww, that hurt more!!! But now i have a secret weapon!!! Saotome, you are lost!!!" he said, already claiming victory, not realizing he still didn't have a plan, or a way to fight Ranma, unless freestyle counted.
However....
He was getting more and more confident... and cocky. He didn't notice, but something was stirring inside himself.
He was beginning to awaken.
Shampoo entered Mousse's room, looking for an answer of why did Mousse react like he just did. She couldn't understand it. He always endured her words, why would he just act so... aggresive? He wasn't like that. He was always trying to make her love him, and he would ignore anything she threw at him just because of that love..... and yet.....
In that instant, she saw something she wouldn't have even dreamed of seeing. His eyes changed. He didn't like to wear his glasses, and when he did, his eyes formed an expression full of ... concern, and empathy, but in that instant, all of that changed in an expression full of anger and scorn, in that look she saw someone else.
That wasn't Mousse. She knew it. But she had seen that face before.
"When?? When was it that i saw that expression on Mousse??", she racked her mind in search of that memory; while she did it, she sat on the bed. And saw something on the floor. A photo.
She picked it out, and looked at it.
"Huh? Who are they? Is that Mousse?" she thought. She saw Mousse, smiling in such a way she had never seen before, and the girl hugging him. "Who is that girl?!!" Shampoo said, her tone carrying a tone of anger. "Aren't i supposed to be his true love? Then why is he letting her hug him like that??!!"
Then she looked at the surroundings in the photo.
She paled.
And then, with a desperate look, she tried to convince herself that it wasn't what she was thinking..... that the place of the photo wasn't the sacred School of the Gods. That the weapons in the back weren't the sacred sword, shield and spear, the ones belonging to the masters of Wind, Water and Thunder. That the age that Mousse had in the photo didn't correspond with the time he..... dissapeared.
She had to find Mousse. The old woman was out, so she couldn't help her.
"Who... who can i go to.... Airen!! Mousse will go to Airen's house, sooner or later, Mousse will go there, in order to challenge him!!".... or at least she hoped for.
Shampoo got in her bike. She had to find out what was happening with Mousse. Something told her that if she didn't find out and stop it, Mousse would leave her...... Forever.
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The sunset was almost over. The cold could be felt even more, with each minute that passed. But Mousse didn't care. He had a fight.
He knew this one would be different than the others. This fight was for a different reason. This one wasn't for Shampoo, this one was for himself.
He was ready. If what Kun Po said was true, he was ready to clobber Saotome. The victory that had been denied to him for so long would be finally be his..... even though he didn't know how he would obtain it.
Ranma wasn't exactly a pushover. And he had no idea of how to fight him. Sure, it sounded easy when Kun Po told him. "Kick him, Punch him" was easy, but without some techniques or methods, Ranma would have an advantage over him. The only thing that Mousse could do would be to go with his instincts and hope for some openings.
"Maybe i should bring at least a sword, or a chain...." he thought, but that idea was quickly rejected. The reason to fight with Saotome was to see if he could win without weapons, why bring one?
He reached the café. He quickly tried to peek inside it, to see if the old woman or Shampoo were inside. They weren't.
Excellent. He wasn't in the mood to see them, since he knew where the conversation would go. "Oh well, they aren't here and that's what matters." he said to himself. He then got inside his room.
He quickly opened his closet, in search of a robe without weapons. No such luck. There wasn't any robes without weapons in sight.
Once again, Mousse tried to search again with no avail. Then he sat on the bed. He had to dispose of the weapons on his robe.... then he remembered.
He looked once more in the closet, and in the back, there was a box. That box was given to every generation of men in his family, and inside there was a suit without weapons. He had never wore the clothes, since it had no weapons, and it didn't have any space to put ones. Therefore, it was relatively new. He discarded his present clothes and put on the new ones. But in the bottom, he found something else. A pair of glasses.
"Those are the same glasses of the photo!!??", he exclaimed. He now realized that the glasses were evidence that Kun Po was telling the truth..... or at least, some of it.
He took his glasses and replaced them with the other ones. The vision was perfect. Then he went to look himself in a mirror. It was himself.... and at the same time, someone else.
Was he actually changing?? Not only in the outside, but in the inside too??!!
Then he shook his head. This wasn't the time to get confused again, he had a fight.
He began to walk to the door. He felt strange. Somehow, he felt like a leave, being blown away by the wind. He got out of the café. And then he began to test his supposed abilities. He decided to test just what was the difference in his movements without the weight. He tried jumping.
At first, he didn't notice any difference. He was even beginng to doubt Kun Po again, when he gave a jump with a lot of force. He was flying.
Or at least he looked like it. He had actually jumped 3 times the max height he usually had....but all that goes up has to go down, so he did.
"Oh..... No......."
BOOM!!!!
"Ohhh, that hurt!!!" he muttered, after falling on his face. He made sure he wasn't really hurt, and then meditated about the situation. "Ehhh, i better learn how to control that jump." he sugessted to himself. In a couple of minutes, he quickly got how to control it. It was only a matter of posture. He had finally begun to get his hopes rising. Then he remembered something. "I'm supposed to be really fast!!!"he said, getting more and more excited by the minute.
Ready...... Set.... and GO!!
WHAM!!!
He crashed on a wall. He had actually suprised himself. The speed had tripled!!!! And he wasn't even trying!!!
"Oww, that hurt more!!! But now i have a secret weapon!!! Saotome, you are lost!!!" he said, already claiming victory, not realizing he still didn't have a plan, or a way to fight Ranma, unless freestyle counted.
However....
He was getting more and more confident... and cocky. He didn't notice, but something was stirring inside himself.
He was beginning to awaken.