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Following Rules
by Hanko
Chapter 3: Challenge
Next morning, the two martial artists sparred. Mousse launched all sorts of attacks while Ranma easily dodged them. After a while, Ranma called for them to stop.
"Mousse that was great! I really think you can beat Shampoo."
"Excellent. I must thank you, Saotome, for all of your help. I'm challenging Shampoo this afternoon." Akane appeared outside carrying a large pot with brown liquid in it.
"That's great, Mousse! 'Cause I just made a stamina stew for you. You can have some too, Ranma." She set the pot down and smiled broadly.
"Uh..." Ranma managed. Mousse backed away from Akane slowly.
"What?"she asked, her smile melting into a frown.
"It's just...it's just...I need a spoon–that's right! A spoon! I'll be right back!" Ranma ran into the house.
"I don't think he'll be coming back," Mousse muttered to himself. Akane looked at him.
"What was that? Oh, never mind. Try some stew!" She looked at him expectantly. What do I do now? Mousse thought desperately. Suddenly he got an idea and "fell" into the pond turning into a duck.
"I'll get you some hot water Mousse." Akane sighed, walking back inside. Phew! Mousse thought relieved. Soon he heard a crash. "Ranma! I though you came in here for a spoon! Jerk!"
Mousse heard another crash and saw Ranma flying toward him. SPLOOSH! The red-head sat there looking at Mousse.
"It was worth a try," she said. Mousse nodded.
"Quack!"
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A few hours later, a male Mousse walked into the Nekohanten. "Shampoo!" she looked up vaguely surprised.
"Yes, duck-boy? What you want?"
"I want to–"
"Challenge Shampoo to battle, yes?" Shampoo finished for him, looking at her nails. Mousse peered at her.
"Yes, yes exactly and the place is at Furinkan High, on the soccer field at noon. I expect to see you there." Mousse strode out of the restaurant. Shampoo sighed as she watched him go.
"You is too confident, Mousse. You never beat Shampoo. Hah."
"Shampoo are you talking to yourself again?" Cologne barked from the kitchen.
"No great-grandmother. I go visit Airen, okay!" Cologne hopped out of the kitchen and faced her.
"Depends. When is your battle with Mousse?"
"Noon," Shampoo snorted. "Why duck-boy waste time?"
"If he wants you for a wife, it's not a waste of time to him." Who's side are you taking? Shampoo thought. "To answer your other question, no you can't visit son-in-law. You must train. I'll take over here. Go."
"Yes, great-grandmother," she obeyed. Shampoo walked outside behind the Nekohanten. "Is no way Mousse beat Shampoo," she kept telling herself.
She began doing a long, practiced kata . Shampoo punched angrily at the air, not knowing why she was angry. She looked around for her bonbori. When she located it and picked it up, she thrust it into the air. The Amazon muttered something in Chinese and did the move over again.
Shampoo began to think. Is it that bad if Mousse beats me? One part of her head asked. Yes, it is very bad! Very! You won't let Mousse beat you. The other part hissed. Shampoo grinned evilly. "Mousse finished..."
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Author's Note:
Writing these are fun!! I'm sorry this chapter was so short but I'm horrible at writing battle scenes. Hope the next chapter is good! Wish me luck!
Following Rules
by Hanko
Chapter 3: Challenge
Next morning, the two martial artists sparred. Mousse launched all sorts of attacks while Ranma easily dodged them. After a while, Ranma called for them to stop.
"Mousse that was great! I really think you can beat Shampoo."
"Excellent. I must thank you, Saotome, for all of your help. I'm challenging Shampoo this afternoon." Akane appeared outside carrying a large pot with brown liquid in it.
"That's great, Mousse! 'Cause I just made a stamina stew for you. You can have some too, Ranma." She set the pot down and smiled broadly.
"Uh..." Ranma managed. Mousse backed away from Akane slowly.
"What?"she asked, her smile melting into a frown.
"It's just...it's just...I need a spoon–that's right! A spoon! I'll be right back!" Ranma ran into the house.
"I don't think he'll be coming back," Mousse muttered to himself. Akane looked at him.
"What was that? Oh, never mind. Try some stew!" She looked at him expectantly. What do I do now? Mousse thought desperately. Suddenly he got an idea and "fell" into the pond turning into a duck.
"I'll get you some hot water Mousse." Akane sighed, walking back inside. Phew! Mousse thought relieved. Soon he heard a crash. "Ranma! I though you came in here for a spoon! Jerk!"
Mousse heard another crash and saw Ranma flying toward him. SPLOOSH! The red-head sat there looking at Mousse.
"It was worth a try," she said. Mousse nodded.
"Quack!"
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*
A few hours later, a male Mousse walked into the Nekohanten. "Shampoo!" she looked up vaguely surprised.
"Yes, duck-boy? What you want?"
"I want to–"
"Challenge Shampoo to battle, yes?" Shampoo finished for him, looking at her nails. Mousse peered at her.
"Yes, yes exactly and the place is at Furinkan High, on the soccer field at noon. I expect to see you there." Mousse strode out of the restaurant. Shampoo sighed as she watched him go.
"You is too confident, Mousse. You never beat Shampoo. Hah."
"Shampoo are you talking to yourself again?" Cologne barked from the kitchen.
"No great-grandmother. I go visit Airen, okay!" Cologne hopped out of the kitchen and faced her.
"Depends. When is your battle with Mousse?"
"Noon," Shampoo snorted. "Why duck-boy waste time?"
"If he wants you for a wife, it's not a waste of time to him." Who's side are you taking? Shampoo thought. "To answer your other question, no you can't visit son-in-law. You must train. I'll take over here. Go."
"Yes, great-grandmother," she obeyed. Shampoo walked outside behind the Nekohanten. "Is no way Mousse beat Shampoo," she kept telling herself.
She began doing a long, practiced kata . Shampoo punched angrily at the air, not knowing why she was angry. She looked around for her bonbori. When she located it and picked it up, she thrust it into the air. The Amazon muttered something in Chinese and did the move over again.
Shampoo began to think. Is it that bad if Mousse beats me? One part of her head asked. Yes, it is very bad! Very! You won't let Mousse beat you. The other part hissed. Shampoo grinned evilly. "Mousse finished..."
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*
Author's Note:
Writing these are fun!! I'm sorry this chapter was so short but I'm horrible at writing battle scenes. Hope the next chapter is good! Wish me luck!