Evil Catfist Ranma
Again, the story is mine, but the character Ranma, and any others I use from other Anime are not.
"Spoken Words"
'Thoughts'
/"Different Languages"/
The sun appears just over the horizon, spreading its beautiful golden light across an even more beautiful yard. Drops of morning dew were sparkling in the light of the morning sun. The yard was a nice 30 by 60 ft yard with grass throughout its entire space. One tree stood in the far left corner, bordering the yard was a tall 7ft. Wooden Oak fence. Along the left side right in the center of the wall was a small 1ft sq. by 8ft long patch of flowers all very tastefully planted and used only to enhance the beautiful yard. All was peaceful and serene in this gorgeous landscape called a yard.{WHOOSH}A black clothed leg whipped around coming only centimeters from a painful hit to the right side of the fence, only to narrowly miss and then quickly leaped back to continue what was started. The young man moving in this yard was moving with grace, speed, and skill unseen in centuries. The grace of the best ballet dancer, the speed of an Olympic runner full tilt, and the skill of a master many times this young ones age.
What was seen was a youth around the age of 16 or 17 in a pair of black silk pants, and a pair of thick, black colored bracers on his arms, no shirt. Sweat was glistening off his form as he moved. The moves looked reminiscent of Tai-Chi, though harder, and with more sudden and with quicker movements. There was a viciousness about it, how if you could see an opponent before him, how they would be utterly destroyed just from a few movements. It was a dance of death, a dance of war, his dance... of life.
The only witness to this was the mother of this child, looking out her bedroom window overlooking the backyard. She watched mesmerized as her son jumped, swung around, kicked, punched, and leapt about the yard as though it were child's play, and with her skill in the sword, it was easy for her to see her sons skill in his own art, the mastery of his own body to the point of knowing exactly how to move every part to get the most out of each move. Flowing from move to move, no energy wasted, no move over extended, just simply perfect. She was watching as he finally seemed to be finishing up after nearly an hour of watching him. Just as she was about to leave she saw him setting up some vertical standing wooden logs, and she went down to tell him breakfast would be ready in half an hour.
Coming down the steps, she went to the back door and opened the storm door. Looking out, she was about to call out to her son when suddenly he got into a horse stance, and crossed his arms over his chest, his fists just reaching a few inches from the sides of his head. That's when she saw it, something she thought she would never see. Just as he opened his hands into a claw shape, blades of pure energy, three from each hand, appeared from between each finger, resulting in 6 blades altogether. From there he went from beauty, to beast. His moves became incredibly erratic and intense. His moves from fluid and graceful to greased lightning. This was no dance of death; no this would be classified as a slaughter. A whirl of blurred limbs and flashes of blue claws. The wooden logs were quickly and efficiently cut down into pieces no bigger than a quarter. Dozens of pieces juggled simultaneously as they were cut down to size. With the third and last log to be cut down, all that was left from the massacre were three small organized piles of wood chips. Not even the grass looked to be disturbed from all that movement, as though he were barely touching it. And the scariest part of the whole ordeal was not the viciousness of it, but the utter lack of any sound. A huff from her son, signaling his finishing workout broke her out of her reverie. After telling him breakfast would soon be on she told him he should go get cleaned up. With that, she walked away from the door back to the kitchen to start on breakfast, wondering all the while at what her son had just done.
Just as Ranma was coming down the steps, Nadoka was putting the food on the kitchen table ready to eat.
"Ranma, where and what were those forms you were practicing out there. I've never seen them before." She asked as she waited for her son to serve himself first.
"Well, the main background for everything I have is still the Saotome School of Anything Goes, but I'm gradually changing that. I learned from the grand master of Anything Goes, that apparently my father and a friend of his buried, that the true anything goes is not taught, but is created. The style is created by the student to meet not only his needs, but his abilities. The perfect art form for any one person is one specifically created just for them, the way they fight, how they move, and so on. That is why Anything Goes is so powerful. It's designed to not teach an art form, but to bring the art form out of the student. That's what I'm still trying to do. I'm not quite there yet but close, I can almost feel it." And with that he started to dig in with gusto. Not the normal speed eating of Genma, but merely eating quicker than normal with minimal table manners.
"Well, now that you're back in my life, I don't ever want to lose you again. And after what you told me of Genma, a divorce will be the least of his worries. Separation from him is the only legal thing I can think of. With a divorce in order, if he ever comes near us and tries anything {Shink} this will stop him." Sliding the honor blade back into its sheath, she begins eating herself, though at a more sedate pace than her son.
Quickly finishing his meal, he thanks her for the meal and then begins to clean up the dishes, including the ones on the stove. After some protesting from his mother, he relents to let her help with cleaning up. Together they quickly wash, dry and put away all the dishes made and the kitchen looked just as clean as before they entered.
"So son, what were those glowing things on you hands? They looked like they were Ki, but there was so little energy it was hard to tell."
"You can sense Ki?" A surprised look coming over Ranma's face.
"Do you really think a practitioner of any art for more than 20 years can't? I actually picked it up as an accident, I had a chemical spilled in my eyes when I was a teenager, but I still tried to practice the art. After a while, I could start to sense something. Later when I got my sight back, luckily the chemical was only temporary, I found out what I sensed was Ki, the life force of others. But I could only sense those with stronger than normal life forces. That's probably what got me first interested in you father. He was so strong, and his life force was like a hurricane ready to be tamed, and I wanted a part of that. But as you can see, not all things that look good turn out good. 'Don't judge a book by its cover'; I believe an American once said."
"Well, those were blades of KI. They aren't emotion based Ki blades, merely my natural affinity colored KI. Every person has an affinity for a color; it's determined by the person. What they are at heart, how they act, how they think, it all comes down to a color. I met a bunch of girls before that have the same thing, except their affinity is actually magical. But just like them, theirs are affinities in magic, there are the same with KI, the bodies own form of energy. I've learned by masters the world over that Ki can be used in more ways than even I can imagine."
But I'm getting off topic here, the Ki blades, or Claws as I like to think of them are actually a representation of the Neko-Ken. It's a martial arts form created thousands of years ago with the intention of giving the user unimaginable power. In reality, what it did was create one of two things, either a complete berserker, or a semi-controlled demon hunter berserker. The training would go as follows: Dig a big ditch in the ground, very large and deep with a small opening at the top, easily coverable. Fill the pit with dozens of cats, then cover them with the blood of a dead demon, usually killed by the last berserker, then allow the cats a few days to starve. Once that has been done, retrieve the trainee, which would be a boy around the age of six to ten, the earlier the easier to create but harder to keep alive, with age came an easier time to keep them alive but the training would be harder. All who interact with the child are to be as nice as possible to him, and those doing the training will be masked and their scents masked with that of the demon. This is to insure that once the child is trained, they feel only love from those around them. Once that is done, tie the trainee up then wrap them up in fish products to give the cats something to tear into. Then lower the trainee for approximately 5 minuets, or until they stop screaming, then bring up. Wait a few hours and then lower the trainee back in again. This is to be done for two days. The third day the child is lowered, the Neko-Ken will manifest and the trainee will tear apart his bindings and then kill all the cats with the demon taint. Afterwards it will try to escape, after nearly an hour of that, it will tire and fall asleep, and it is in this time that others will retrieve the child, bring it home, and tend to him. If the technique was learned properly, when the child awakes, it will be normal, but whenever a demon is sensed anywhere near the village, the boy will wake up in nightmares, warning the villagers of the impending danger. The boy is to be treated like a prince, not spoiled, but loved unconditionally, and for all this work, he will grow to be a demon hunter, hating them will his entire being. When faced with a demon, the Neko-Ken will emerge and will tear the demon apart with blades of KI."
"The very same blades which you saw just outside. You see, I was taught this technique, but there was no demon trigger. The fool of a father I have thought it wasn't needed and left it out. And so, until I was twelve I had an irrational fear of cats, and whenever that fear became too much, I would succumb to the Neko-Ken. The only way for me to get out of it, was to find someone I could trust, which happened to be a very nice old lady, I would curl up in her lap, and fall asleep, afterwards I would wake up from the Neko-Ken with no knowledge of what had happened while in that state."
"My...oh....my GOD RANMA!" A quickly rushed over a grabbed her son in a hug better than any Amazon could hope to achieve. Whispering incoherently into his ears she held her son as hard as she could, rocking back and forth.
"mmm, mummphmm" Being muffled as he was, he tried tapping her on the arm as that was the only thing he was able to reach as she had his arms pinned to his sides.
"Huh, oh don't you worry, everything will be alright." And she continued to rock him gently while holding him.
"MMMM....MMMMMUMMMMMPH!" This time he pinched her leg as it was easier to reach than her arm.
"Ouch...what, what is it hunny?" She looked down at him and he struggled a bit and finally got his head free from her grip and clothing enough to talk.
"I said stop! I'm not a little kid anymore. I've gotten through all this stuff on my own without any help from anyone, you don't have to start acting so emotional when it's already happened and been taken care of. It's done and over with, there's nothing left but to move on. I've taken care of my past demons, literally, I don't need to be reminded of the pain of the past, only the joy of the possible future with you mom." And looked her in the eyes, showing her his resolve and determination.
"Oh son, I'm so sorry, you've been through so much, and I wasn't there for any of it. I'm so sorry for everything. But you right, {sniffle} we should look toward the future. Thank you, son, for everything; I love you, my wonderful son." Tightening her grip, which he didn't mind, he merely grabbed her back and they sat there hugging for a few minuets, enjoying each others company.
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Elsewhere, we see a bunch of girls with wild hair colors grabbing a load of backpacks and heading toward the Jubaan District."First, we will find a residence, and start a business of some sort as a base of operations. From there we can find information on the surrounding areas and see if anyone meets our standards. We are to also speak Japanese, this is not just a husband hunting expedition, this is a learning experience for all you girls. You are to behave as though on diplomatic relations, we don't want to cause any unnecessary attention to ourselves. Is that understood?"
"Yes Elder" Li Sang responded respectfully.
/"Yes Elder"/ Rinse respectfully responded.
/"Yes great grandmother"/ Shampoo said as though she were talking to family.
"Yes Elder" Crème responded, trying to act superior to Rinse and Shampoo as they both got a whack on the head from Cologne's cane for not speaking Japanese.
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A mother and son are seen walking along the streets of Nerima; they seem to be heading toward a well known dojo, at least by our standards. As they reach the gate, they see a young girl around the age of 16 just coming around the corner heading for them."Oh, hi, ummm can I help you?"
"Yes, we are looking for my husband, a rather fat, bald, lazy man. He is good friends with your father and we believe he is here."
"Oh yeah, Mr. Saotome is here. He and father are probably inside playing Go or something like that."
"Thank you dear, if we could see him please?"
"Oh sure, come right in, breakfast is almost ready, I'll see if Kasumi can make any more."
"Oh no, that's no problem at all, we already ate and wouldn't want to impose anymore than we are about to."
"Umm, ok, right this way." Walking up the walkway, she opened the front door and headed for the kitchen. "Kasumi, we have guests, they are here for Mr. Saotome."
A beautiful young woman came out of the kitchen and greeted the guests.
"Oh my, welcome, my name is Kasumi, Mr. Saotome and father are just getting up, do you want any tea while you wait for them?"
"Oh, thank you dear. I'm Nadoka, and this is my son Ranma."
"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Tendo."
"Oh my, Kasumi is fine."
"Very well Kasumi-chan, it's a pleasure to meet you."
A slight red tinge comes upon the older Tendo sister's cheeks, which she quickly tries to hide as she goes into the kitchen to get the tea.
Within a few minuets, Kasumi, Ranma, Nadoka, and now Akane are all at the kitchen table sipping tea waiting for the two older men to wake.
"This is very good tea Kasumi."
"Thank you Mrs. Saotome."
"Just Nadoka, I won't be a Saotome for very long."
"Oh, why's that?"
"My worthless excuse of a husband. This farce of a marriage is over as soon as I see him."
[yawn]"Good morning daughters, I see we have guests. Good morning, my name is Tendo Soun."
Standing up, Nadoka greets Soun, "I am Nadoka, and this is my son Ranma. I am the soon to be former wife of Genma, and this is our son which has just recently rejoined us after so long."
Wide Eyed, he looks at Ranma, and then Nadoka, then Ranma again.
"Genma said his son died, how could you be him?!"
"Heh, the old fool only thought he killed me. It'll take far more than what he's capable of to kill me."
"WHAAAA, HE WAS THE ONE TO TRY AND KILL YOU, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!"
"It doesn't matter what you believe, he told you I was dead, I am still alive, and therefore he must have been lying."
"Tendo, what's with all the yelling in the morning?" A stumbling, bleary eyed bald martial artist walks into the dining room. As soon as he sees Nadoka he instantly wakes up.
"Honey, g..g...good mm...morning. I was just talking with my friend here after I found a job yesterday, and we got to talking and when it became late, he asked if I could stay and so I did." Taking a closer look at the boy next to her.
"Who's that boy with you. Is he another student you found for me to train. You know very well after our son died, I just don't have the heart to teach anymore."
"Oh, how I'm hurt. My own 'father' doesn't recognize his own son, oh woe is ME." Staring at his father with cold eyes and a smirk on his face.
Eyes nearly to the floor, Genma stares at his son for nearly a full minuet before he simply vanishes.
'Heh, that won't work this time' A small flash is seen from Ranma's eyes, and he quickly spins to his right whipping out his left leg. A loud OMPPPHH is heard and the form of Genma is seen bent over the leg of his son. A quick chop to the back of the neck puts Genma on the ground out cold.
Not put off by this in the slightest, Soun rushes over to Ranma and tries to give him a hug, which quickly lands him a knee to the gut and an uppercut knocking the older man flat on his back. Akane, seeing her father just get beat on by this BOY, rushes over with her ever ready mallet screaming at him.
"GET AWAY FROM MY FATHER YOU FREAK!" And swings with all her might with her mighty mallet of doom.
'Freak?, she's calling me a freak, heh, I'll show her something.' And with that thought, a quick flick of the wrist, three glowing blue blades of power appear from his right hand, and a simple slide of the hand slices the mallet into three neat pieces, and with the other hand he grabs her by the neck and slams her into a wall holding her just over a foot off the ground by one hand.
"Now that wasn't very nice. Here I am, trying to introduce myself and am immediately attacked by my father, and then by his friend, your father. And when I defend myself, I am then again attacked, only this time by a clumsy, and uncoordinated little girl." Three quick swipes later with his right hand toward her, she closes her eyes in impending pain but feels nothing. When she opens them again, there is only one blue 'blade' out and it's merely centimeters from her face.
"Ever attack me again, and you won't be so lucky." And flicks his wrist just slightly, giving her a small cut on her cheek, and then gives her a nice little shove, knocking her, and the wall behind her back and outside. With that, he walks back to the dinning room to his mother.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I do believe I've more than stayed my welcome. Thank you for the tea, it was quite lovely, just like you. Good day." And then walks out the front door to the gate, waiting for his mother.
"Yes, thank you for your hospitality. Tell Genma when he wakes up, he has no home nor wife to return to, therefore there is no reason to return. Thank you again, and have a nice day." Nadoka then walks out and quickly meets up with her son. They are then seen walking down the street away from the Tendo home.
Meanwhile, Akane is still shocked, on the ground, laying on a piece of wall shaped like her, stunned that she was so easily beaten by a mere 'boy'. Kasumi quickly gathers her up, brings her in, and treats the small cut on her cheek. By the time she finishes, Akane finally comes out of her stupor, and quickly runs up to her room and slams the door shut.
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It's nearing dusk, and we see Ranma and his mother enjoying dinner. After they had finished with the Tendo's, they headed back to Jubaan, where they first went to city hall, and Nadoka filed for Divorce. After that, they went shopping and picked Ranma up some new clothes, as all he had was two sets of silk black pants, one black silk shirt and one midnight blue silk shirt. He picked up a few more black silk pants as well as a few pairs of jeans. Lots of shirts were picked up as well, mostly silk of different colors and designs, but also a few netted, and two button down shirts. After shopping, they went home where Ranma put all his new clothes away in his old room. After a quick cleaning out of the room, he had it the way he wanted, and would get anything else he wanted to put in it later on.Just as they were into the middle of dinner the doorbell rung. Quickly excusing herself, Nadoka got up to answer the door with Ranma in tow. Answering the door, she found a very old, very small woman on a walking cane with a young, and very beautiful girl behind her.
"Excuse me, but is this the Saotome Residence?" The older woman asked.
"No, but it was. We are distancing ourselves with that man right now. If he owes you something, or engaged my son to your daughter, I'm very sorry but we are not Saotomes anymore. Any problems you have you will have to take up with him personally."
"Oh no, I am actually looking for a Ranma Saotome, I suppose that would be former Saotome. Does he live here?"
"Yeah, what's it to ya." Stepping out from behind his mother, he steps in front of her in a guarding gesture.
Stepping aside, the young woman comes forward. "Airen" And quickly glomps onto Ranma. Too stunned from being called husband, he's to shocked to defend against the young girl and she quickly molds herself to Ranma. To make matter worse, she grabs a hold of his head and kisses him on the lips stunning poor Ranma in shock.
'My son is SOOO MANLY' And doing the happy dance in her head, Nadoka decides to make conversation with the older woman to find out what this is all about. After offering them inside for tea and dinner, and that was interrupted, the young girl drags Ranma in, and sits him at the table, taking a seat in his lap. Nadoka gets tea and serves herself and the older woman.
"Might I inquire what this is all about?" Gesturing to the girl sitting on her sons lap, trying to feed the still shell shocked Ranma. "My name is Cologne, I am a matriarch of the Jyosenko Amazons. The one attached to your son is my great granddaughter Shampoo. You see, we are from a tribe of Amazons, and your son inadvertently defeated my granddaughter in a fight. When an outsider male defeats an Amazon woman, she is to track the male down and marry him. This is a way to get new blood into the tribe, as well as new skill in an already powerful tribe. After I saw how your son very quickly and easily dispatched a regimen of Musk troops which were trying to kidnap ten of our female Amazons, I knew he had to be added to the tribe. During the fight, he knocked out my great granddaughter, and she just gave him the kiss of marriage at the door. All is needed now is for them to consummate the marriage and he will officially be in the tribe. By the way, this is very good tea." Taking another sip of the tea, she waits for all this knowledge to sort it's self out in Nadoka's mind.
After a few moments, Nadoka finally realizes all that's said and the first thing that comes to mind is Grandchildren. After fantasizing about that for a few moments, she thinks about her son and what he wants. She just got him back and doesn't want to force him into anything he doesn't want.
"This will be Ranma's decision. If he wants to go along with it, then he will, but if not, then you will respect his decision." Firm in her resolve, she awaits for Cologne to make the next move.
"Very well, but he must give this some time, he mustn't simply turn it down right away. Shampoo is my great granddaughter, and by that right she is my heir. She will not become a matriarch until much later in life, but she will need a strong husband. I have been teaching her many of our tribe's secret techniques, and by rights, if she wants, she may teach her husband, all of these techniques, or he may sit and watch as I teach her." Saying this loud enough for the recently returned mind of Ranma.
"So you're saying if I marry her, I'll be able to learn all of your tribe's secret techniques. But I could do that anyway, it would take far more time and energy but I could still do it, and not be tied to you tribe in anyway."
"I highly doubt that, but if you were to join the tribe, not only would you be getting these techniques, but also a wonderful wife. My granddaughter is a wonderful girl. Merely give this some time, say a year, before you make your decision. That is all I ask, in the meantime, enjoy the company of my great granddaughter. Train and learn from her, we are a tribe of Amazons, and therefore do like to fight. In this day and age, for a warrior of your stature, you need a wife who could keep up, and I believe Shampoo here could very well do that." Looking at Nadoka, she asks
"Would it be alright for Shampoo to stay here tonight, at the very least, you can get to know her better and the tribe we come from. I will come back tomorrow and we can talk more then"
"Oh yes of course she can stay here. We thank you for your time and will be glad to see you tomorrow. Good day to you elder." Walking the Elder to the door, Nadoka says goodbye and then goes back into the kitchen to see Shampoo succeed in allowing Ranma to be fed. After dinner, Shampoo helps clean up the dishes with Nadoka and Ranma gets the guest room set up for Shampoo. After talking for a few hours, they all head to bed, which Shampoo tried to follow Ranma, but after some arguing, and the interruption of Nadoka, she went into the guest room. The night was spent in idle thought as the residents all had different things on their minds.
For Nadoka, it was the thought of Ranma getting together with that Shampoo and grandchildren.
For Shampoo, it was how she was going to get Ranma, he responded to her advances only a little and for that she was frustrated. She had seen what he was capable and nearly drooled at the site. She just can't wait for him to see how good she is for him and to accept her.
Ranma is thinking what this new development means for him. He could either go along with it or to just blow it off. After thinking for a while he finally decides on a course of action, and with that he falls into a deep peaceful sleep.
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End for this chapter, so what did you people think of this one. Got a bunch of the plot out of the way, ready for some real fighting soon. From the Ranma-verse, people emailed me and two girls stood out, Shampoo and Nabiki. Haven't seen something like that in a looong while so I might go that way or not, still undecided. Still have some more of the Ranma arch to go, but after that, think I'll go either Naruto or Tenchi/Sailor moon. Maybe all of it, but each crossover will be a new story arch so there's still a long way to go with this story.
Also, had to give the tomboy a piece of what I thought. She abuses him far too much, and this Ranma just doesn't take abuse like the cannon does. Plus, he's not even engaged to any Tendo and Akane would be the last person to get with 'this' Ranma.
Thanks for all the feedback, keep it coming.
PS. Still lookin for pre-readers. Got one in mind so far, just need to get a response from him. Well, this is Malichite Signing off -----Megaman warp effect-----