Ranma: Protector of Nerima
"You won't get away with this!" Tom Boy rightously proclaimed, as she pointed her finger at Martial Master. She then blinked, smiled chagrinned, and pointed at the Hentai.
"Oh yeah?" the Hentai proclaimed, smugly defiant with his arms crossed, "Who's gonna stop me?" He then tilted his head in ponderance, "Now that you mention it, why would you want to stop me?"
"Well, I... why don't you say something, Martial Master?"
The leader of the crimefighting duo stopped posturing with the baige panties over his pelvis, "Na, you're doing just fine, Tom boy..."
"For Kasumi my snow white ass..." Tom Boy mumbled, and said out loud, "I'm pretty sure Kasumi will love seeing those on you. And baige doesn't go with red hair."
"They're not for my girlform, they- waitasec!"
"Already incriminated, you pigtailed fairy," the Hentai snorted, "Can we get back to my diabolical plot, now?"
"Actually, why should we stop you?" Martial Master reiterated, narrowing those neat looking triangular eyes in confusion.
Tom Boy stared at him incredulously, "You can't be serious!"
Martial Master shrugged, "But it's funny!" To emphesize his point, he pointed to a man running around and screaming hysterically, as he dragged woman behind him who held on tenatiously to his hips, while knawing on his butt-cheeks like an oversized peach.
Tom Boy immidiately ceased her snickering, "This is serious!"
"And you're SUPPOSED to stop me" the Hentai growled out in irritation, "Really, what's the point in being a diabolical villian if you don't have an advisary to attempt to thwart you?"
"I understand your point," Martial Master acknowledged, before flapping his cape behind him, and going into stance. Tom Boy's short hair waved in the wind, as she brought her mallet staff to bear.
"AWK!" Ranma cried out, as the wind seemed to have gotten stronger, caught his cape, and dragged him backwards by the neck. Tom Boy rolled her eyes, and got ready to face off against the Hentai.
"Let's wait for him to get back," the villain suggested, smoking his pipe peacefully.
The wind had changed direction, dragging the crimefighter back towards the two. A random girl had straddled his la, gyrating wildly, as he fought valiantly to rid himself of his 'passenger'. "GET OFF!" Martial Master demanded, "Kasumi's gonna be pissed if I come back too tired to perform tonight!"
Tom Boy looked back at the Hentai with a pleading expression, "Do we have to?"
"WHEEEE! This is more fun than the log ride at Disney Tokyo!" the girl proclaimed.
"That was just laden with innuendo," the Hentai mused, quite pleased with his work.
"I prefer the term 'Fruedian'," Tom Boy commented, feeling a headache coming on, "Can we get on with this? The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get him out of public..."
"So be it!" The Hentai replied, agitated that his show was being interrupted, "Okay, where was I? Oh yes... I shall never allow you and... Martial... Master..."
Tom Boy noticed the way the Hentai's gaze was diverting, and followed it... straight to Martial Master riding on the back of the girl that was earlier riding him, swinging a lasso around as he wore an oversized novelty foam cowboy hat.
Tom Boy and the Hentai looked at each other, and replied in unison, "Mood's ruined..."
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO GIVES MR. TENDOU A LAP DANCE, SIGNIFYING A SCENE CHANGE::
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Ranma sat in front of the large moniter, staring impassively at the data as it scrolled upwards. Akane entered the lair of the Martial Master and his faithful sidekick, Tom Boy, and stopped, as she came to view the large sixty inch flatscreen plasma moniter, complimented by a kick-ass high-tech Star-Trek looking mainframe.
"R-Ranma... Where the hell did you get thi-" Akane paused, recalling the 'Martial Master Mobile' situation, "Forget it, I don't want to know..."
Ranma seemed oblivious to her concern of having incriminating knowledge that might get her in trouble, "It's Kasumi's, she order it from Dell a couple of weeks ago. It's even got a DVD burner!"
"Really? Plus, Minus, or both?" Akane asked, sitting in the second plush chair in front of the three foot long keyboard.
"Minus only, it's easier on DVD player lenses."
"Where did Kasumi get the money for this?"
Ranma turned to look at Akane with a confused, 'don't you already know?' glance. He turned back to the data being processed, before speaking, "You know those frequent shipments from Paraguay that Kasumi gets?"
"Yes?" Akane replied, not seeing what this has to do with anything.
"And you know how she's been waiting for us at school every day, saying she's there to walk us home? Ever noticed how she always seemed to have people trying to hand her money desperately?"
Akane shrugged, "So, she's selling her body again?"
Ranma shook his head, "She has too much dignity for that. Besides, that's Nabiki's territory."
"Then where in the world is she getting the money for this... we have an OC3 line?"
Ranma nodded, "Remember how every so often, when Kasumi's walking us home, she takes us on weird routes, and when she sees someone in particular, she points and tells us to beat the shit out of them, because the bitches owe her money?"
"..."
At the silence, Ranma presumed that Akane got the picture, "Anyways, I was analyzing the molecular properties of the panties I bought from the Hentai."
"Sugoi!" Akane exclaimed, "Kasumi's computer has a molecular analyzer?"
"No, I'm using the DVD burner, it's impressive how versitile this thing is," Ranma commented, before backfisting Akane out of her chair, "And there will be no gratuitous Japanese in this fic."
Akane got up, too dazed to beat the holy Hell out of Ranma, "But what about 'the Hentai'?"
Ranma backfisted Akane again, while still reading the error messages on the screen, "Please do not point out such contradictions."
Akane got back up, highly irritated, "You hit me ONE more time..."
Ranma backfisted her once again, "No backtalk from you."
Ranma narrowed his eyes. What was the Hentai's game? This was a type of foe that Martial Master had never encountered before, as his motives and actions were totally random and perverted. It would take all of deductive skills to deduce the supervillain's plan, lest all of Nerima be doomed. Of course, he could always ask the Hentai at their rescheduled confrontation, which was supposed to be in a couple of hours.
"RAAAAANNNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAAa!!!!!" Akane growled, as her body was bathed in an evil violet corona of battle aura, giving her the appearance of a vengeful demon.
Ranma backfisted Akane, while frowning at the computer suddenly rebooting by itself. He blinked, and turned to look at the unconcious girl behind him. "Whoops, sorry, accident," the pigtailed boy apologised sheepishly, as he began to wave the smoke eminating from the flaming DVD burner from his face.
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO GOES ON A BLOODY RAMPAGE WITH SEMI-AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AT A FAST-FOOD RESTUARANT, SIGNIFYING A SCENE CHANGE::_____________________________
"Oh! Ranma, *sniffsniff*, Akane!" Kasumi greeted, quickly wiping the fine white powder from her upper lip, "I didn't realize you were home!"
"Oh, that's okay you crackwhore," Akane commented, "We need to be somewhere in a few moments anyhow."
"Oh, that's nice, you imitation manwhore," Kasumi returned, smiling.
Akane blinked, before turning to Ranma, "You know? This DOES explain why she's always smiling..."
"No time," Ranma interjected, "TO THE MARTIAL MASTER SECRET DOJO!!!"
"Uh... Ranma?" Akane subtly pointed to Kasumi, who was still smiling.
"Oh yeah..." Ranma leaned over to Akane's ear."
"TO THE MARTIAL MASTER SECRET DOJO!!!"
Akane pile drove him through the floorboards. After Ranma recovered, they both raced to the emergency poles, and slid down to their destinies.
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNAL OF A SCENE CHANGE. IT WAS TASTELESS AND IT WAS NOT APPROPRIATE DURING THESE TURBULANT TIMES... TO SIGNIFY A SCENE CHANGE:_____________________________
"Right on schedule!" the Hentai congradulated, "Would you like some tea and cinimon crackers?"
Martial Master narrowed his eyes, as Tom Boy stood behind him with her arms crossed. "No thanks," the heroic crimefighter replied in a gruff voice, "We ate before we came."
"Good, good! It wouldn't be much of a fight if you didn't have the energy for it!" The Hentai kicked away the table of snacks, and pulled out his pipe, "So then, shall we get this show on the road?"
Martial Master and Tom Boy leapt into the fray.
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Due to budget cuts, economic recession, slave labor in South America, and the author's overbearing laziness, this fight scene has been cut to simply acknowledging that Martial Master and Tom Boy got SERIOUSLY throttled....
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"We should have accepted the snacks," Tom Boy groaned, as she woke back to conciousness. As she came to, she noticed a slight chilling sensation. "ACK! WHAT AM I WEARING?!?"
At her outburst, Martial Master stirred, and found his gaze upon Tom Boy, wearing only her mask, a bra, and panties. He looked down at himself, and found that he was wearing all the same.
"Nice of the two of you to wake up!"
Both Martial Master and Tom Boy looked up to find the Hentai staring down at them within the large metal bowl they were bound in.
"What is the meaning of this?" Martial Master demanded, fidgeting with his bindings.
"Heh, you fell into my trap, you moralistic do-gooders!" the Hentai cackled, "I shall ruin your reputations, and once I do so, you will never show your face here in Nerima again! AND I WILL BE FREE TO DO AS I PLEASE!"
"Believe me, you couldn't embarrass Martial Master any more than he does himself," Tom Boy retorted, defiantly.
"Yeah!" Martial Master added, before thinking, "HEY!!!"
"Oh, but I bet I can," the villain said in a sinister voice, "For you see, those undergarments you both are wearing, they are those special garments, yet currently untouched by my battle aura!"
Martial Master blinked, and stared at Akane, "Now that you mention it, she does look a bit more feminine; a little more shapely."
Tom Boy looked down at herself, "Really? Maybe it's this pushup bra..."
"Can I tell you of the feindish fate I have in store for you, or are you going to continue commentating on practical fashion?"
"Sorry, carry on," Martial Master urged.
"Now, I shall unleash my battle aura, thus tainting those silky darlings you now don!"
"That would mean..." Tom Boy started, beginning to fear.
"But me and Tom Boy are the only ones in here!" Martial Master replied, beginning to panic, "KASUMI'S GONNA KILL ME!!!"
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! I see you now understand your peril!" With that, the Hentai unleashed his powerful aura. As it came in contact with Martial Master and Tom Boy, they could feel their urges kicking into overdrive, as they stared wide-eyed at each other....
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WILL MARTIAL MASTER AND TOM BOY BE ABLE TO DEFEND AGAINST THE FIENDISH AND DEVIOUS HENTAI'S TRAP? OR WILL THEY HAVE NO CHOICE TO GO AT IT LIKE RAPID RABITS IN HEAT AGAINST A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD JAPANESE SCHOOLGIRL'S LEG?!?! TUNE IN SOME MARTIAL MASTER TIME, SAME MARTIAL MASTER CHANNEL!
"Ah, could it be some time sooner than 'sometime'?" Martial Master enquired, "These panties are beginning to chaff."
"Maybe you should use some baby lotion," Tom Boy helpfully supplied.
Martial Master shook his head, "Na, stuff drys out my skin. On the other hand, I heard bacon grease..."
"You won't get away with this!" Tom Boy rightously proclaimed, as she pointed her finger at Martial Master. She then blinked, smiled chagrinned, and pointed at the Hentai.
"Oh yeah?" the Hentai proclaimed, smugly defiant with his arms crossed, "Who's gonna stop me?" He then tilted his head in ponderance, "Now that you mention it, why would you want to stop me?"
"Well, I... why don't you say something, Martial Master?"
The leader of the crimefighting duo stopped posturing with the baige panties over his pelvis, "Na, you're doing just fine, Tom boy..."
"For Kasumi my snow white ass..." Tom Boy mumbled, and said out loud, "I'm pretty sure Kasumi will love seeing those on you. And baige doesn't go with red hair."
"They're not for my girlform, they- waitasec!"
"Already incriminated, you pigtailed fairy," the Hentai snorted, "Can we get back to my diabolical plot, now?"
"Actually, why should we stop you?" Martial Master reiterated, narrowing those neat looking triangular eyes in confusion.
Tom Boy stared at him incredulously, "You can't be serious!"
Martial Master shrugged, "But it's funny!" To emphesize his point, he pointed to a man running around and screaming hysterically, as he dragged woman behind him who held on tenatiously to his hips, while knawing on his butt-cheeks like an oversized peach.
Tom Boy immidiately ceased her snickering, "This is serious!"
"And you're SUPPOSED to stop me" the Hentai growled out in irritation, "Really, what's the point in being a diabolical villian if you don't have an advisary to attempt to thwart you?"
"I understand your point," Martial Master acknowledged, before flapping his cape behind him, and going into stance. Tom Boy's short hair waved in the wind, as she brought her mallet staff to bear.
"AWK!" Ranma cried out, as the wind seemed to have gotten stronger, caught his cape, and dragged him backwards by the neck. Tom Boy rolled her eyes, and got ready to face off against the Hentai.
"Let's wait for him to get back," the villain suggested, smoking his pipe peacefully.
The wind had changed direction, dragging the crimefighter back towards the two. A random girl had straddled his la, gyrating wildly, as he fought valiantly to rid himself of his 'passenger'. "GET OFF!" Martial Master demanded, "Kasumi's gonna be pissed if I come back too tired to perform tonight!"
Tom Boy looked back at the Hentai with a pleading expression, "Do we have to?"
"WHEEEE! This is more fun than the log ride at Disney Tokyo!" the girl proclaimed.
"That was just laden with innuendo," the Hentai mused, quite pleased with his work.
"I prefer the term 'Fruedian'," Tom Boy commented, feeling a headache coming on, "Can we get on with this? The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get him out of public..."
"So be it!" The Hentai replied, agitated that his show was being interrupted, "Okay, where was I? Oh yes... I shall never allow you and... Martial... Master..."
Tom Boy noticed the way the Hentai's gaze was diverting, and followed it... straight to Martial Master riding on the back of the girl that was earlier riding him, swinging a lasso around as he wore an oversized novelty foam cowboy hat.
Tom Boy and the Hentai looked at each other, and replied in unison, "Mood's ruined..."
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO GIVES MR. TENDOU A LAP DANCE, SIGNIFYING A SCENE CHANGE::
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Ranma sat in front of the large moniter, staring impassively at the data as it scrolled upwards. Akane entered the lair of the Martial Master and his faithful sidekick, Tom Boy, and stopped, as she came to view the large sixty inch flatscreen plasma moniter, complimented by a kick-ass high-tech Star-Trek looking mainframe.
"R-Ranma... Where the hell did you get thi-" Akane paused, recalling the 'Martial Master Mobile' situation, "Forget it, I don't want to know..."
Ranma seemed oblivious to her concern of having incriminating knowledge that might get her in trouble, "It's Kasumi's, she order it from Dell a couple of weeks ago. It's even got a DVD burner!"
"Really? Plus, Minus, or both?" Akane asked, sitting in the second plush chair in front of the three foot long keyboard.
"Minus only, it's easier on DVD player lenses."
"Where did Kasumi get the money for this?"
Ranma turned to look at Akane with a confused, 'don't you already know?' glance. He turned back to the data being processed, before speaking, "You know those frequent shipments from Paraguay that Kasumi gets?"
"Yes?" Akane replied, not seeing what this has to do with anything.
"And you know how she's been waiting for us at school every day, saying she's there to walk us home? Ever noticed how she always seemed to have people trying to hand her money desperately?"
Akane shrugged, "So, she's selling her body again?"
Ranma shook his head, "She has too much dignity for that. Besides, that's Nabiki's territory."
"Then where in the world is she getting the money for this... we have an OC3 line?"
Ranma nodded, "Remember how every so often, when Kasumi's walking us home, she takes us on weird routes, and when she sees someone in particular, she points and tells us to beat the shit out of them, because the bitches owe her money?"
"..."
At the silence, Ranma presumed that Akane got the picture, "Anyways, I was analyzing the molecular properties of the panties I bought from the Hentai."
"Sugoi!" Akane exclaimed, "Kasumi's computer has a molecular analyzer?"
"No, I'm using the DVD burner, it's impressive how versitile this thing is," Ranma commented, before backfisting Akane out of her chair, "And there will be no gratuitous Japanese in this fic."
Akane got up, too dazed to beat the holy Hell out of Ranma, "But what about 'the Hentai'?"
Ranma backfisted Akane again, while still reading the error messages on the screen, "Please do not point out such contradictions."
Akane got back up, highly irritated, "You hit me ONE more time..."
Ranma backfisted her once again, "No backtalk from you."
Ranma narrowed his eyes. What was the Hentai's game? This was a type of foe that Martial Master had never encountered before, as his motives and actions were totally random and perverted. It would take all of deductive skills to deduce the supervillain's plan, lest all of Nerima be doomed. Of course, he could always ask the Hentai at their rescheduled confrontation, which was supposed to be in a couple of hours.
"RAAAAANNNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAAa!!!!!" Akane growled, as her body was bathed in an evil violet corona of battle aura, giving her the appearance of a vengeful demon.
Ranma backfisted Akane, while frowning at the computer suddenly rebooting by itself. He blinked, and turned to look at the unconcious girl behind him. "Whoops, sorry, accident," the pigtailed boy apologised sheepishly, as he began to wave the smoke eminating from the flaming DVD burner from his face.
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO GOES ON A BLOODY RAMPAGE WITH SEMI-AUTOMATIC WEAPONS AT A FAST-FOOD RESTUARANT, SIGNIFYING A SCENE CHANGE::_____________________________
"Oh! Ranma, *sniffsniff*, Akane!" Kasumi greeted, quickly wiping the fine white powder from her upper lip, "I didn't realize you were home!"
"Oh, that's okay you crackwhore," Akane commented, "We need to be somewhere in a few moments anyhow."
"Oh, that's nice, you imitation manwhore," Kasumi returned, smiling.
Akane blinked, before turning to Ranma, "You know? This DOES explain why she's always smiling..."
"No time," Ranma interjected, "TO THE MARTIAL MASTER SECRET DOJO!!!"
"Uh... Ranma?" Akane subtly pointed to Kasumi, who was still smiling.
"Oh yeah..." Ranma leaned over to Akane's ear."
"TO THE MARTIAL MASTER SECRET DOJO!!!"
Akane pile drove him through the floorboards. After Ranma recovered, they both raced to the emergency poles, and slid down to their destinies.
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::MARTIAL MASTER LOGO WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNAL OF A SCENE CHANGE. IT WAS TASTELESS AND IT WAS NOT APPROPRIATE DURING THESE TURBULANT TIMES... TO SIGNIFY A SCENE CHANGE:_____________________________
"Right on schedule!" the Hentai congradulated, "Would you like some tea and cinimon crackers?"
Martial Master narrowed his eyes, as Tom Boy stood behind him with her arms crossed. "No thanks," the heroic crimefighter replied in a gruff voice, "We ate before we came."
"Good, good! It wouldn't be much of a fight if you didn't have the energy for it!" The Hentai kicked away the table of snacks, and pulled out his pipe, "So then, shall we get this show on the road?"
Martial Master and Tom Boy leapt into the fray.
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Due to budget cuts, economic recession, slave labor in South America, and the author's overbearing laziness, this fight scene has been cut to simply acknowledging that Martial Master and Tom Boy got SERIOUSLY throttled....
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"We should have accepted the snacks," Tom Boy groaned, as she woke back to conciousness. As she came to, she noticed a slight chilling sensation. "ACK! WHAT AM I WEARING?!?"
At her outburst, Martial Master stirred, and found his gaze upon Tom Boy, wearing only her mask, a bra, and panties. He looked down at himself, and found that he was wearing all the same.
"Nice of the two of you to wake up!"
Both Martial Master and Tom Boy looked up to find the Hentai staring down at them within the large metal bowl they were bound in.
"What is the meaning of this?" Martial Master demanded, fidgeting with his bindings.
"Heh, you fell into my trap, you moralistic do-gooders!" the Hentai cackled, "I shall ruin your reputations, and once I do so, you will never show your face here in Nerima again! AND I WILL BE FREE TO DO AS I PLEASE!"
"Believe me, you couldn't embarrass Martial Master any more than he does himself," Tom Boy retorted, defiantly.
"Yeah!" Martial Master added, before thinking, "HEY!!!"
"Oh, but I bet I can," the villain said in a sinister voice, "For you see, those undergarments you both are wearing, they are those special garments, yet currently untouched by my battle aura!"
Martial Master blinked, and stared at Akane, "Now that you mention it, she does look a bit more feminine; a little more shapely."
Tom Boy looked down at herself, "Really? Maybe it's this pushup bra..."
"Can I tell you of the feindish fate I have in store for you, or are you going to continue commentating on practical fashion?"
"Sorry, carry on," Martial Master urged.
"Now, I shall unleash my battle aura, thus tainting those silky darlings you now don!"
"That would mean..." Tom Boy started, beginning to fear.
"But me and Tom Boy are the only ones in here!" Martial Master replied, beginning to panic, "KASUMI'S GONNA KILL ME!!!"
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! I see you now understand your peril!" With that, the Hentai unleashed his powerful aura. As it came in contact with Martial Master and Tom Boy, they could feel their urges kicking into overdrive, as they stared wide-eyed at each other....
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WILL MARTIAL MASTER AND TOM BOY BE ABLE TO DEFEND AGAINST THE FIENDISH AND DEVIOUS HENTAI'S TRAP? OR WILL THEY HAVE NO CHOICE TO GO AT IT LIKE RAPID RABITS IN HEAT AGAINST A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD JAPANESE SCHOOLGIRL'S LEG?!?! TUNE IN SOME MARTIAL MASTER TIME, SAME MARTIAL MASTER CHANNEL!
"Ah, could it be some time sooner than 'sometime'?" Martial Master enquired, "These panties are beginning to chaff."
"Maybe you should use some baby lotion," Tom Boy helpfully supplied.
Martial Master shook his head, "Na, stuff drys out my skin. On the other hand, I heard bacon grease..."