Blazing stallion, crouching fox.
By Wonky_Donkey
fukuwearer87@yahoo.com.au
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or Ranma, hell I don't even own any anime! I only have pirated stuff that ain't even in English! Bwahhahahahah!! Y'know, it'd be a lot cooler if I could understand it and not just look at the pretty pictures, bright lights and.ooooohhhh bright lights. *Wonky_donkey get's a little distracted by a passing car, it happens a lot as he lives under a bridge in a cardboard box*
Simply put, I don't own squat, let alone these any of these characters in this pathetic first attempt at a Fanfiction.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
*Flash backs*
Stars. They sparkled in the night sky, the cool autumn breeze blowing through the lone man's silk shirt. He continued to stare on.
'What am I?' he mused. 'Until a month ago I was a martial artist, I protected those who couldn't protect themselves. I nurtured life, not took it.' The lone figure thought, breeze flowing though his raven-black hair.
"Heh.." the young man chuckled, "why am I worrying about my career, when, after ten long years of training my body and mind, I don't even know my own body?" he sighed as he raised his callused hands in front of his face.
"These hands."
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Blood poured down from a gash on his forehead, onto his eyes, eventually dripping off his chin. He was not alone, in this quiet place, in side of the vortex, the eye, of the Hiryushoten-ha that he had created in the hopes of defeating this.. Man? God? Whoever, whatever he was, no one was about to beat Ranma Saotome, heir to the Anything goes school of indiscriminate grappling. He was going to defeat this opponent, get the water for his fiancée.
then what?
He shook his head. This was not the time to think about things outside of battle, this battle. He tightened his grip on the weapon of ice, gritting his teeth as the cold shot though his body.
What was he kidding? He had gotten this far by dumb luck, if Saffron's second birth hadn't been disturbed, he would've been a smear on the mountain by now. He had barely gotten away from that last attack by freezing himself.. he was outmatched.. his only hope was to create a final attack. He would use a horizontal version of the Hiryushoten-ha, except that with the incredible heat surrounding him, it would focus itself into a drill and rip that phoenix-godling into tiny little pieces.. a sense of bloodlust rose within him, then a deadly calm. He had little to none power inside of him, no matter he would find some.
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Saffron was furious at this wingless *spit* human! He had interrupted his second birth! It had taken 12 years for his body to grow to the stage that it could survive the transformation. Twelve long years, aging is such a boring process, even for an immortal. The constant sense of weakness was not a feeling a godling should feel, at all! Being a premature born being, in his opinion was unbearable! He was so close to perfection, yet so far. He would have to kill himself as to achieve perfection, that alone being a painful enough experience to torture this human scum to death, but being forced to grow up yet again? Saffron swore death on his entire family line!
He charged up his final attack.
Saffron, in a massive corona of power crossed his arms in front of his body and released his final attack. The attack that would kill this annoying pest once and for all.
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Time seemed to stop as Ranma saw the fireball heading his way, knowing that he had no time. He had no time, no power, and he was yet to solve the biggest factor that this attack was required to have.
****************************************************************************
Well you'll find out what it is in the next chapter of Blazing Stallion, Crouching Fox!
Just kidding! I'm not gonna be a bitch and leave you with a cliffhanger! ^_^
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When he realized his flaw.. you can't hit what you can't see. The huge fireball was in the way, and he couldn't sense Saffron since the fight started. He wasn't using Ki, so Ranma had to assume that it was a form of magic. The attack unlike all of his others, required pinpoint accuracy, the Amaguriken and Mokotakabisha didn't require much aim in close range fighting.
Damnit! He wasn't going to die here, not to this loser! He reached deep dark regions of the inside of his soul, searching for a weapon or tool that he could use. As if his will to live acted as a flood light, it appeared.
He didn't know what it was, yet, he somehow knew it from somewhere... it was almost as he had locked it away. There was no time to ponder what it was. All he found all that he knew was that he needed to win. And so he did.
He opened his eyes and saw. He couldn't see Saffron, but he could see a Saffron shaped flame behind the fireball. Drawing his right arm back he pooled all the mysterious energy into his hand and punched in the direction of the smaller flame he assume that was Saffron.
The energy in his hand left him and created a swirling mass of cold air that shot through the fireball and ripped through Saffron's body like rice paper.
He stared in shock at what he had just done. He had broken the martial artist's code. He had just illed. He looked at his hands, were these the hands of a killer?
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'Was it worth it?' he thought, breaking away from the memories, ' to take his life?' He sighed as he asked the big question, 'And why am I not fazed by committing the biggest taboo for all martial artists?'
As he lay there thinking, a ladder clanked on the old roof tiles. Sensing the familiar energy pattern he called out, "What do you want Nabiki?" as he reached for his wallet.
"As fun as it would be to take your money you owe me for your debt, I'm not here for that. Or pictures." Nabiki said as an after thought, looking *almost* ashamed, "Actually I cancelled your debt as a way of saying sorry for the wedding attempt and I've sent out substantial size bills to the fiancées."
Ranma looked *almost* surprised, " Yes, I know all that, lately, not much gets past me for some reason."
That was another weird thing. Ever since the Saffron incident, If you could call it that. The way he saw the world suddenly changed. He tended to pick up little bits of information and put them together subconsciously and see the big picture with out trying. It was almost as if a part of his brain had opened up.
"What I want to know is, what are you here to inform me of?" he asked. A small grin appeared on her face. The very same smiles that are found on large Bengal tigers, these smiles can make the bravest of men and women piss their pants in fear. This had no effect on Ranma as he was yet to look at her yet. He continued to gaze at the stars as she replied, "200 yen."
Silence passed. The only evidence that the man known as Ranma Saotome was awake was the lack of snoring.
Nabiki was scared. After living with him for a year, she thought she knew Ranma Saotome inside out. Ever since Jusendo, he had completely mentally changed. Normally he would've just paid, she knew he had the money, hell she secretly kept an account of what her houseguests had in their purses, as meager as it was.
She released a theatrical sigh, "Fine. Your mother just arrived at the house and wants to talk to her favourite son."
She sighed again as the wind picked up and descended down the ladder as it was obvious that she wasn't going to get a response. Ranma continued to stare and the lights in the sky.
He thought as he got up, off the cold roof tiles, 'I better go see what mother wants now. I hope it's not another pledge.'
With a jump that showed skill beyond his years, the silent question found itself heard:
'Do I even want to be a martial artist? If not, then what?'
Author's notes:
Wow. First chapter of BSCF (Blazing Stallion, Crouching Fox!): COMPLETE!! Yatta! Sugoi! That's pretty much all the Japanese I know! Yeah!
Wonk-e-ness Supreme, signing off!!
By Wonky_Donkey
fukuwearer87@yahoo.com.au
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or Ranma, hell I don't even own any anime! I only have pirated stuff that ain't even in English! Bwahhahahahah!! Y'know, it'd be a lot cooler if I could understand it and not just look at the pretty pictures, bright lights and.ooooohhhh bright lights. *Wonky_donkey get's a little distracted by a passing car, it happens a lot as he lives under a bridge in a cardboard box*
Simply put, I don't own squat, let alone these any of these characters in this pathetic first attempt at a Fanfiction.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
*Flash backs*
Stars. They sparkled in the night sky, the cool autumn breeze blowing through the lone man's silk shirt. He continued to stare on.
'What am I?' he mused. 'Until a month ago I was a martial artist, I protected those who couldn't protect themselves. I nurtured life, not took it.' The lone figure thought, breeze flowing though his raven-black hair.
"Heh.." the young man chuckled, "why am I worrying about my career, when, after ten long years of training my body and mind, I don't even know my own body?" he sighed as he raised his callused hands in front of his face.
"These hands."
****************************************************************************
Blood poured down from a gash on his forehead, onto his eyes, eventually dripping off his chin. He was not alone, in this quiet place, in side of the vortex, the eye, of the Hiryushoten-ha that he had created in the hopes of defeating this.. Man? God? Whoever, whatever he was, no one was about to beat Ranma Saotome, heir to the Anything goes school of indiscriminate grappling. He was going to defeat this opponent, get the water for his fiancée.
then what?
He shook his head. This was not the time to think about things outside of battle, this battle. He tightened his grip on the weapon of ice, gritting his teeth as the cold shot though his body.
What was he kidding? He had gotten this far by dumb luck, if Saffron's second birth hadn't been disturbed, he would've been a smear on the mountain by now. He had barely gotten away from that last attack by freezing himself.. he was outmatched.. his only hope was to create a final attack. He would use a horizontal version of the Hiryushoten-ha, except that with the incredible heat surrounding him, it would focus itself into a drill and rip that phoenix-godling into tiny little pieces.. a sense of bloodlust rose within him, then a deadly calm. He had little to none power inside of him, no matter he would find some.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Saffron was furious at this wingless *spit* human! He had interrupted his second birth! It had taken 12 years for his body to grow to the stage that it could survive the transformation. Twelve long years, aging is such a boring process, even for an immortal. The constant sense of weakness was not a feeling a godling should feel, at all! Being a premature born being, in his opinion was unbearable! He was so close to perfection, yet so far. He would have to kill himself as to achieve perfection, that alone being a painful enough experience to torture this human scum to death, but being forced to grow up yet again? Saffron swore death on his entire family line!
He charged up his final attack.
Saffron, in a massive corona of power crossed his arms in front of his body and released his final attack. The attack that would kill this annoying pest once and for all.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Time seemed to stop as Ranma saw the fireball heading his way, knowing that he had no time. He had no time, no power, and he was yet to solve the biggest factor that this attack was required to have.
****************************************************************************
Well you'll find out what it is in the next chapter of Blazing Stallion, Crouching Fox!
Just kidding! I'm not gonna be a bitch and leave you with a cliffhanger! ^_^
****************************************************************************
When he realized his flaw.. you can't hit what you can't see. The huge fireball was in the way, and he couldn't sense Saffron since the fight started. He wasn't using Ki, so Ranma had to assume that it was a form of magic. The attack unlike all of his others, required pinpoint accuracy, the Amaguriken and Mokotakabisha didn't require much aim in close range fighting.
Damnit! He wasn't going to die here, not to this loser! He reached deep dark regions of the inside of his soul, searching for a weapon or tool that he could use. As if his will to live acted as a flood light, it appeared.
He didn't know what it was, yet, he somehow knew it from somewhere... it was almost as he had locked it away. There was no time to ponder what it was. All he found all that he knew was that he needed to win. And so he did.
He opened his eyes and saw. He couldn't see Saffron, but he could see a Saffron shaped flame behind the fireball. Drawing his right arm back he pooled all the mysterious energy into his hand and punched in the direction of the smaller flame he assume that was Saffron.
The energy in his hand left him and created a swirling mass of cold air that shot through the fireball and ripped through Saffron's body like rice paper.
He stared in shock at what he had just done. He had broken the martial artist's code. He had just illed. He looked at his hands, were these the hands of a killer?
****************************************************************************
'Was it worth it?' he thought, breaking away from the memories, ' to take his life?' He sighed as he asked the big question, 'And why am I not fazed by committing the biggest taboo for all martial artists?'
As he lay there thinking, a ladder clanked on the old roof tiles. Sensing the familiar energy pattern he called out, "What do you want Nabiki?" as he reached for his wallet.
"As fun as it would be to take your money you owe me for your debt, I'm not here for that. Or pictures." Nabiki said as an after thought, looking *almost* ashamed, "Actually I cancelled your debt as a way of saying sorry for the wedding attempt and I've sent out substantial size bills to the fiancées."
Ranma looked *almost* surprised, " Yes, I know all that, lately, not much gets past me for some reason."
That was another weird thing. Ever since the Saffron incident, If you could call it that. The way he saw the world suddenly changed. He tended to pick up little bits of information and put them together subconsciously and see the big picture with out trying. It was almost as if a part of his brain had opened up.
"What I want to know is, what are you here to inform me of?" he asked. A small grin appeared on her face. The very same smiles that are found on large Bengal tigers, these smiles can make the bravest of men and women piss their pants in fear. This had no effect on Ranma as he was yet to look at her yet. He continued to gaze at the stars as she replied, "200 yen."
Silence passed. The only evidence that the man known as Ranma Saotome was awake was the lack of snoring.
Nabiki was scared. After living with him for a year, she thought she knew Ranma Saotome inside out. Ever since Jusendo, he had completely mentally changed. Normally he would've just paid, she knew he had the money, hell she secretly kept an account of what her houseguests had in their purses, as meager as it was.
She released a theatrical sigh, "Fine. Your mother just arrived at the house and wants to talk to her favourite son."
She sighed again as the wind picked up and descended down the ladder as it was obvious that she wasn't going to get a response. Ranma continued to stare and the lights in the sky.
He thought as he got up, off the cold roof tiles, 'I better go see what mother wants now. I hope it's not another pledge.'
With a jump that showed skill beyond his years, the silent question found itself heard:
'Do I even want to be a martial artist? If not, then what?'
Author's notes:
Wow. First chapter of BSCF (Blazing Stallion, Crouching Fox!): COMPLETE!! Yatta! Sugoi! That's pretty much all the Japanese I know! Yeah!
Wonk-e-ness Supreme, signing off!!