I've always thought that the Amazons were the most powerful, generally, as
a group of people. The musk may have their animalistic bodies that are
enhanced by their breeding habits, the Phoenix may have the ability of
flight over us, but us Amazons have the one thing the two others don't
have, we have ingenuity in the fighting arts to put anyone to shame. Look
at the Fist of the Royal Chestnut roasting on an open fire, it makes our
speed on par to the Musk for a short period of time, or even faster if one
trained hard, look at the Breaking Point training and how we can make our
body as tough as the earth itself, look at the Splitting Cat's hair
training, and of course, the Ascending Dragon Blast, the pinnacle of
Amazonian arts.
Yet, I saw one person to have seen these moves and either master them or utterly defeat them. He even improved on the Ascending Dragon Blast, a technique thought to be one of the most powerful to have ever been created. I found myself doubting my heritage, and I only realized this ever since Saffron.
Fear.
Mousse and the Kitchen destroyer are running behind me, lagging behind a little, even as I only use half of my full speed. After all, I need to conserve strength for what is to come. Mousse is never fast to begin with, his style of fighting lets him be slow and still make it seem like he have lightning fast movements. Akane... she is not a fighter; she will never reach our level of skill and finesse.
So, in conclusion, what do we have? A failure of an Amazon who have utterly fallen in love with a man, a half blind male that has come to the delusion that he's actually fast and strong because he is stupid enough to let his own tricks trick him, and a Japanese women that doesn't know the true meaning of a fight.
Fear.
As an Amazon, and the heir of the Matriarch, I've been taught to control all, my movements, my perception, my emotions. By controlling my movements, I can master any skill that is to be thrown at me, to control my perception will sharpen my senses to a height that will allow me to sense everything in all detail, to control my emotions is to show no apparent weakness and to show faulty information to those who would go against me.
I've been taught that only an Amazon can have total control of these three aspects of our race.
At the time of the tournament, I thought that I have mastered control of myself, even Great grand mother agreed that I have mastered a lot of control of the three aspects. Then, a red haired girl came and showed me the truth. As a race, we are not beings of Order, but Chaos. It is through Chaos that we learn and grow.
And that is what I've learnt to fear. The Chaos...
Fear.
The time I've spent in Nerima has made me into a failure that I am now. In our village, it isn't the females that chase after the male, it isn't the female that should fall in love and try their hardest to catch her object of admiration. But here, I found myself doing all that for him. The man who would face his worst fears to help one he thinks as a bother. He would risk losing his cure to the curse that he hates with a passion to rescue me. Yet, he killed a God mercilessly as he dove into the water to save HER.
You can say I finally realize that I am a failure at that moment, it isn't Ranma Saotome the martial artist that is chasing me, trying to prove his worthiness to me, Xian Pu of the Chinese Amazons, it's me, Shampoo trying to live with the man she foolishly fell in love with, Ranma, forever. It's Shampoo, the Chinese girl trying to win Ranma, Man amongst Men from two other girls that see Ranma as he truly is, a man with a pure heart.
Fear.
I've been told stories from my mother about pure hearted people. Great grand mother says that mother has grown weak after she meet father. Yet, many times, mother still proves to be one of the most powerful non- matriarch warriors in our village. I asked her once about that, and all she told me was it was what father gave her, not some technique she learnt from him, nor was it some power transfer. She told me this.
'It's his spirit that he has, as long as he is near me, his spirit calls to me and there I find my strength. Even if I am about to face all of the Musk army with only your father, I know I would win.'
I still don't know what she meant by that, but right now, I hope I can find strength to do what I must do.
But I fear I won't be able to.
Fear.
Many stories from the village told of legendary Amazons that danced dances of death with a man that have fallen for her, and with this devotion, these legends lead her partner to do many things that made the Amazons into what we are now.
To many of us, to fight along side the one you have chosen to be your partner, to dance around each other and defending each other is the highest level of love that can be expressed to one another.
I fear I would never experience this.
I fear I would never experience this.
I fear I would never experience this with Ranma...
I fear I would die before Ranma would be willing...
Fear.
"Moose, Kitchen destroyer, Ranma ahead, I go first."
"KITCHEN DESTROYER! What do you mean by THAT!"
"Miss Tendo, this isn't the time for your arguments with Shampoo," Moose said nervously, "We'll catch up with you Shampoo."
"Good, Moose, when you come, and see Shampoo defeated, I no want Moose to avenge yes?"
"But!"
"Your word as Fighter, NOW!"
"I... I agree."
"Good, now hurry after I gone!"
I fear I would die today by the hands of the one who I have utterly fallen in love with.
I fear I would never dance with him as the wind from his movements caress me gently, protecting me, caring for me as I do the same for him.
That single thought has just gone against multitudes of Amazonian believe. Amazons don't fear death, Amazons don't fall in love first, Amazons are not supposed to express her love to a male.
Then again, I'm a failure of an Amazon, so I guess that is all right...
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Shampoo, as my favorite character in Ranma ½ (well she's hot, she can fight, she can cook, did I mention she's hot?) should be as close to the original as possible in this fic. And after reading this I know a lot of you will feel that this is WAY OOC. Well to counter this I have only one thing to say, just think about it, the world is never nice and dandy and views of the world shatter and rebuild itself everyday, a lot will disagree with that last comment, but like I said think about it.
To me, Shampoo is slowly transforming from the original Amazon that Ranma meet to a Chinese girl running a Ramen shop with her great grandmother. To prove this, you need to look at the tricks she pulls to get Ranma. At first, it's the cat's tongue pressure point, a very aggressive move by the Amazons and Shampoo agrees to this. Then they manipulated Ryouga into fighting Ranma hoping to submit him, a still aggressive move, but starting to head towards passiveness, this trend from aggressive to passive is most evident in one of the last attempts, in the manga, to trap Ranma, the ghost cat thingy. Shampoo, by this time, is basically playing the maiden in distress just to try to get Ranma. As an Amazon, she shouldn't event THINK about this.
So with that thought, as shallow or deep it is I have no idea, I wrote this piece to explore Shampoo's mind.
I kinda feel bad for making Shampoo feel like a failure in this but then again, it's better than some other ones where Shampoo is a cold mindless person or just a plain bimbo, at least she have depth.
Neways, that's all for this update ^^ Next is the ever blind martial artist MOOOOOOOOOOSE
^^;;; Reviews are appreciated either via E-mail or that nifty button just below here. Til next time Ta Ta
Yet, I saw one person to have seen these moves and either master them or utterly defeat them. He even improved on the Ascending Dragon Blast, a technique thought to be one of the most powerful to have ever been created. I found myself doubting my heritage, and I only realized this ever since Saffron.
Fear.
Mousse and the Kitchen destroyer are running behind me, lagging behind a little, even as I only use half of my full speed. After all, I need to conserve strength for what is to come. Mousse is never fast to begin with, his style of fighting lets him be slow and still make it seem like he have lightning fast movements. Akane... she is not a fighter; she will never reach our level of skill and finesse.
So, in conclusion, what do we have? A failure of an Amazon who have utterly fallen in love with a man, a half blind male that has come to the delusion that he's actually fast and strong because he is stupid enough to let his own tricks trick him, and a Japanese women that doesn't know the true meaning of a fight.
Fear.
As an Amazon, and the heir of the Matriarch, I've been taught to control all, my movements, my perception, my emotions. By controlling my movements, I can master any skill that is to be thrown at me, to control my perception will sharpen my senses to a height that will allow me to sense everything in all detail, to control my emotions is to show no apparent weakness and to show faulty information to those who would go against me.
I've been taught that only an Amazon can have total control of these three aspects of our race.
At the time of the tournament, I thought that I have mastered control of myself, even Great grand mother agreed that I have mastered a lot of control of the three aspects. Then, a red haired girl came and showed me the truth. As a race, we are not beings of Order, but Chaos. It is through Chaos that we learn and grow.
And that is what I've learnt to fear. The Chaos...
Fear.
The time I've spent in Nerima has made me into a failure that I am now. In our village, it isn't the females that chase after the male, it isn't the female that should fall in love and try their hardest to catch her object of admiration. But here, I found myself doing all that for him. The man who would face his worst fears to help one he thinks as a bother. He would risk losing his cure to the curse that he hates with a passion to rescue me. Yet, he killed a God mercilessly as he dove into the water to save HER.
You can say I finally realize that I am a failure at that moment, it isn't Ranma Saotome the martial artist that is chasing me, trying to prove his worthiness to me, Xian Pu of the Chinese Amazons, it's me, Shampoo trying to live with the man she foolishly fell in love with, Ranma, forever. It's Shampoo, the Chinese girl trying to win Ranma, Man amongst Men from two other girls that see Ranma as he truly is, a man with a pure heart.
Fear.
I've been told stories from my mother about pure hearted people. Great grand mother says that mother has grown weak after she meet father. Yet, many times, mother still proves to be one of the most powerful non- matriarch warriors in our village. I asked her once about that, and all she told me was it was what father gave her, not some technique she learnt from him, nor was it some power transfer. She told me this.
'It's his spirit that he has, as long as he is near me, his spirit calls to me and there I find my strength. Even if I am about to face all of the Musk army with only your father, I know I would win.'
I still don't know what she meant by that, but right now, I hope I can find strength to do what I must do.
But I fear I won't be able to.
Fear.
Many stories from the village told of legendary Amazons that danced dances of death with a man that have fallen for her, and with this devotion, these legends lead her partner to do many things that made the Amazons into what we are now.
To many of us, to fight along side the one you have chosen to be your partner, to dance around each other and defending each other is the highest level of love that can be expressed to one another.
I fear I would never experience this.
I fear I would never experience this.
I fear I would never experience this with Ranma...
I fear I would die before Ranma would be willing...
Fear.
"Moose, Kitchen destroyer, Ranma ahead, I go first."
"KITCHEN DESTROYER! What do you mean by THAT!"
"Miss Tendo, this isn't the time for your arguments with Shampoo," Moose said nervously, "We'll catch up with you Shampoo."
"Good, Moose, when you come, and see Shampoo defeated, I no want Moose to avenge yes?"
"But!"
"Your word as Fighter, NOW!"
"I... I agree."
"Good, now hurry after I gone!"
I fear I would die today by the hands of the one who I have utterly fallen in love with.
I fear I would never dance with him as the wind from his movements caress me gently, protecting me, caring for me as I do the same for him.
That single thought has just gone against multitudes of Amazonian believe. Amazons don't fear death, Amazons don't fall in love first, Amazons are not supposed to express her love to a male.
Then again, I'm a failure of an Amazon, so I guess that is all right...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shampoo, as my favorite character in Ranma ½ (well she's hot, she can fight, she can cook, did I mention she's hot?) should be as close to the original as possible in this fic. And after reading this I know a lot of you will feel that this is WAY OOC. Well to counter this I have only one thing to say, just think about it, the world is never nice and dandy and views of the world shatter and rebuild itself everyday, a lot will disagree with that last comment, but like I said think about it.
To me, Shampoo is slowly transforming from the original Amazon that Ranma meet to a Chinese girl running a Ramen shop with her great grandmother. To prove this, you need to look at the tricks she pulls to get Ranma. At first, it's the cat's tongue pressure point, a very aggressive move by the Amazons and Shampoo agrees to this. Then they manipulated Ryouga into fighting Ranma hoping to submit him, a still aggressive move, but starting to head towards passiveness, this trend from aggressive to passive is most evident in one of the last attempts, in the manga, to trap Ranma, the ghost cat thingy. Shampoo, by this time, is basically playing the maiden in distress just to try to get Ranma. As an Amazon, she shouldn't event THINK about this.
So with that thought, as shallow or deep it is I have no idea, I wrote this piece to explore Shampoo's mind.
I kinda feel bad for making Shampoo feel like a failure in this but then again, it's better than some other ones where Shampoo is a cold mindless person or just a plain bimbo, at least she have depth.
Neways, that's all for this update ^^ Next is the ever blind martial artist MOOOOOOOOOOSE
^^;;; Reviews are appreciated either via E-mail or that nifty button just below here. Til next time Ta Ta