She Likes To Hit Ranma Chapter Six: Regardless of Taste

Opening Notes: Okay, I don't have what some would call good grammar...but thank you

Griffin12, you not only ripped and insulted me but you did it with style.

And not just any style, but still, you didn't really go into detail about what you

liked about the fic.

Any way, thank you everyone one who read and reviewed the fic...but as for me

knowing what all of you are thinking...it is an expression...not a statement...

And about me not posting anything until summer...turns out I had one more

chapter lurking inside of me...amazingly it wasn't for Hiko No Show...which has

incredibly short chapters...

Any way, I'm gonna say this up front; Hentai No Ken is not directly a school of

anything goes...lets just say it was inspired.

Chapter 6: Regardless of Taste

Short of stature, temper, and moral; the three hundred-year-old martial arts master

known as Happosai sat upon a meditation stone in the back yard of the Tendo house hold.

He was taking the morning to smoke his pipe and consider what path through town he

should take on today's mission of liberation. Today he hoped to liberate many of his

silky darlings, and the beautiful bosoms they restrain. He chuckled at the pun he had

made. Yes, truly by liberating the silky darlings he was doing a service to

society...besides, he needed the ambient ki of from the women to continue his survival.

And what would be worse than a world without him? It was truly unthinkable.

"HAPPOSAI," Shouted Akane as she flung open the sliding door to the yard.

Clenched in her hand was a now slightly crumpled piece of paper, the one that

had been left in the wake of the hussies she had seen taking Ranma. She had made up her

mind that when she found them; they were as good as dead. She had to save

Ranma...she just had to.

The diminutive martial arts master looked up at Akane from the place he had

chosen to sit and relax. He could see her aura, though it was far from visible to anyone

else, dripping with anger and malice. This was the first time he had seen her aura truly

do so in many days. He had known what Ranma and Akane had been up to, and had kept

quiet about it because he could sense their auras' beginning to take on a perverted energy

that any master would be proud of. However, hey now could sense an air of urgency

about the girl before him. Something important needed to be said and he would not hold

her in the delivery of this important information.

"Yes?" he replied, looking up from his pipe.

"Listen you old lech!" she had run over to the old man and lifted him up by the

collar of his purple gi, "Perverted martial artist just showed up and kidnapped Ranma and

left me with a challenge letter! Hentai No Ken School of Ultimate Perversion Martial

Arts! Ring any bells? Well, you are the perverted master of Anything Goes; this should

be something you should know!"

She was now shaking the old man furiously as she was explaining the cause of her

recent displeasure. Happosai listened as intently as he could to the information being

force-fed to him, but he held on and could comprehend the situation quite clearly.

"Akane my dear, please calm down," Happosai said while tapping her on the

shoulder from behind.

Akane turned and looked at Happosai who was now behind her, eyes wide in

shock. She looked back down at what was in her hands and found P-chan with his eyes

swirled in dizziness.

"..." Akane stared at the scene before her before setting the unconscious pig

down on the ground and looking at the founder of her fighting style.

"Now then, perverted martial artist you say...hmm...never in my life had I heard

of a school openly named in favor of its normally secretive perverted ways," the master

thought while puffing a plume of smoke, "This leaves us with one option,"

Happosai turned around and started walking towards the house. He motioned for

Akane to follow him inside, which she did, and proceeded up to Nabiki's room. Having

no worry about running into her, as she was at school, the ancient master waltzed right in

and sat down in front of her computer. Akane entered behind him, cautiously and

confused.

"What...what are you doing grandfather Happosai?" she inquired as she

nervously realized that her sister wouldn't take too kindly to her room being entered

without her knowledge.

"Just whatever it takes to find out what we're dealing with," Happosai was typing

quickly, he had logged onto the computer using Nabiki's own user name and was now

opening up her internet browser.

Akane's eyes were further widened with shock. Happosai knew how to use a

computer. Happosai knew how to use and break onto Nabiki's computer. After a few

moments of watching him type, the old lecher turned to face her with teary eyes.
"Akane...this is embarrassing...but I can't find a search engine. The only

addresses I know are these," the old man pointed to the screen.

After but glancing at the screen, Akane had to use all her will power in an attempt

to hide her furious blush. Needless to say, the attempt failed. She should have known

that the old pervert would have only known how to use the Internet for one thing. She

couldn't believe how one track minded he could be. She sighed and pushed him aside

slightly and began typing, after closing all the screens the old man had chosen to open,

save for the last one.

It caught her eye suddenly and at the last second so she could stop herself from

closing it. On one of the pages stood a full body length image of the woman who had

ensnared her Ranma in chains. The same mask, the same hair, the same eyes, and the

chains were wrapped around the man in the picture in the same way the chains had been

wrapped around Ranma. She stared at it intently before turning to the shriveled old man

beside her.

"What site is this," she inquired with acid on her tongue.

"Ah, this is Madam Alicia's Parlor," the old man responded happily, "It caters to

a large variety of tastes and interests. Why you could almost say they cover every form

of perversion in existence,"

"That's one of them!" Akane roared leveling her finger on the screen, "That is

one of the women who took my Ranma1"

"Your Ranma?" Happosai smirked as he took a puff of his pipe.

"Err...umm...I..." Akane was looking for a way out of this situation, but

obviously found none that involved explaining it here and now.

"Relax child," Happosai laughed, "I've had my suspicions all week. The secret is

safe with me,"

As the master was talking, Akane had thought it best to silence him for the next

few weeks by using Mallet-sama. However when she heard him say that her and

Ranma's secret was safe, she lowered the bludgeoning instrument and stowed it away

before the old master had a chance to look up.

Akane then noticed on that the site had an advertised location for those interested

in joining the Parlor. It matched the address on the challenge letter. She sat there

angrily, but happy, for Happosai had inadvertently helped her find what she needed. She

was sure she would make these heinous perverts pay for their crime of separating Ranma

from her.

"Master Happosai," she was now ready to swallow her pride and do something

she never thought she would have to do.

Ranma had killed a god to save her life...and was willing to do anything to

protect her...now it was her turn to do something to save him. It was truly something

harder than anything he had ever done to save her was. Something that if not done right,

would damn her soul to an eternity of torture at the hands of the greatest evil to ever

exist.

'Damn it Ranma, I hope you appreciate this,' she thought.

"I...I want you to train me for my fight against that woman!" she declared again

pointing at the screen, "I have one week before the fight. If you'll teach me the true

nature of Anything Goes...please, for Ranma's sake if not my own,"

The old master took out his pipe and knocked some loose ashes out of it onto the

floor. Thinking for a moment he looked at the screen, at the daughter of his former pupil,

then back at the screen. After sighing, the old man returned the pipe to his lips and

inhaled. As he released the relaxing haze he spoke.

"Yes,"

Akane didn't know whether or not to beam with pride, or sulk in terror.

Becoming a direct student of Happosai's meant she would probably be subjected to the

same type of treatment and attention that Ranma had gotten from the old fool.

"But first we're going to study what your mystery opponent is capable of,"

Happosai darted for the mouse and clicked on something on the screen.

What was displayed next made Akane turn away from the screen and blush

furiously. Happosai, on the other hand, seemed to have no trouble digesting the visual

information before him.

"SWEETO!" he thoroughly approved of this young woman's style.

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Ranma found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Every so often, when

he was aware, he noticed that he was still tightly bound with chains. His captors had not

loosened his bonds at any point during this, nor had he found any way to loosen them on

his own accord. When he finally awoke completely from whatever pressure point had

been applied to him, his eyes darted around the ill-lit room in which he had been left.

Finding he could make out no details of the space around him, he thought it best

to recount the events that had lead to his present captivity. He thought back past the haze

that his paralysis had left him in to recall what might have been hours prior to whatever

time it was now. Seeing no windows around could not find a way to discern what time it

was.

When he was able to get a clear hold on his memory, what he found had left him

shocked and slightly disturbed. Five women who were perverted martial artists had

shown up. While he and Akane had really gotten into their mock argument, their leader

had ensnared Ranma with some kind of living chains. Then she effortlessly lifted him

up, activated a pressure point on his face by licking him, and said she was sorry about

this. And the voice he remembered apologizing to him in was a voice he knew and found

thoroughly familiar, it was Kasumi's voice. Beyond that, his captor had Kasumi's eyes

behind the mask.

Ranma's eyes widened at this realization. His eyes opened as wide as they could

before the shock passed through his system. He didn't quite know what to feel in this

situation. Neither betrayal nor anger seemed appropriate. Either way he would have a lot

of choice questions for her if he ever saw her again...

Ranma's wide eyes suddenly and forcefully shut in reaction to every potential

light source in the room flaring at once. When his eyes adjusted, he found the lights too

bright to make anything out. All he knew was that very powerful spotlight were pointed

at him from numerous directions. Suddenly a shadow fell across his eyes as a figure

stepped before the frontal light. The figure was a dark silhouette, which slowly took on

more shape as it approached. And when Ranma could finally see who it was, he was

again at a loss for words.

"Hello Ranma-kun," her voice was sweet and sedate and seemed to flow with her

blue dress and white apron, "I hope you slept well. I'm terribly sorry if you are in a state

of discomfort but it is fully necessary,"

She said every word with the same smile she had used ever second of every day

that Ranma had known her. There was no ill intent in her voice, nor anything that

betrayed any of what had happened to be horribly wrong and at the very least,

unexpected. Ranma's confusion grew to the point where he was about to try and trash

about in his bonds demand answers to the questions that were now floating about his

mind.

As he opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly found his view of Kasumi blur for

an instant, when her image became stable and Ranma tried to speak, he found something

peculiar. Kasumi had moved at a speed that rivaled his own and secured a ball gag and

tied it around the back of his head. Saying this furthered Ranma's aggravation would be

a grave understatement. He began to thrash within his cocoon of chains, only to find

them tighten and further restrict his movements. Also, there was intense pain as they

constricted, which caused him to move and thrash a little bit more. This stated a cycle

that lasted for a few minutes before he found himself passed out in pain.

Kasumi sighed, shook her head, and reached out to the side with her left arm.

What that arm returned with was a pale of water, which she immediately unloaded upon

the pigtailed boy's head. The boy, who was currently a girl, immediately awoke, noticed

that the bonds that had restricted him earlier were loose because he was now a she and

much smaller, and quickly slid out of them before they could reaffirm themselves to his

person.

"Kasumi," Ranma was cautious as he still couldn't tell exactly were this place

was, "What's going on here?"

Kasumi just smiled and tilted her head.

"Why Ranma-kun, you're going to help me with a special gift for Akane," a whip

appeared in her left hand, not that Ranma noticed of course.

"What are you talking about?" Ranma had no time for games; he needed answers,

"Tell me what's going on now,"

Any preconceptions he had held for the eldest Tendo sister for the past two years

were now shattered. Her demeanor may be unchanged but he still didn't feel one

hundred percent sure of his safety or his ability to defend himself against her considering

what happened earlier. If Kasumi really was capable of capturing him so easily, then he

wouldn't be able to pull punches. But then again, this was Kasumi... none of this was

making any sense.

"Sigh... I overheard you and Akane talking the other night in the living room,"

she smiled as Ranma paled, "And I thought it would be nice if I helped you get used to

certain things for Akane,"

She brandished the whip and took a fighting stance. The pile of chains behind

Ranma-chan glowed blue and shot up to entangle the limbs of the currently lithe body

that belonged to the pigtailed martial artist.

"What the," Ranma reacted in time to avoid the chains on their first strike but they

pursued him through the overly lit room, "You ain't making this any easier on yourself

Kasumi!"

"Ranma, please," Kasumi gripped the side of her dress and tore it asunder

revealing her black body suit, "I only mean to properly prepare you for Akane!"

Ranma leapt up and with his female body's speed continued to avoid the snaking

chains that were now coming from all directions.

"Prepare me?" he shouted as one chain caught and held Ranma-chan's wrist, "For

what?"

Kasumi's face took on a sudden shift. Her eyes became intense and her smile

became smug.

"I'm going to break you, Wild Horse!"

With that, the whip was cracked.

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Author's notes.....

Well what do you guys think?

I know I don't think much these days.

Ah, Geek Week, the best week ever

Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter

And I hope I can write more stuff...

I know I said I was done till summer but, just for tonight I couldn't resist

Good night ladies and gentlemen!