Ranma 1/2: The King of Storms
Chapter 4
"..."Speech
'...'Thoughts
Alright, this took way too long to get out I know, but it's the end of school so cut me some slack alright? Darn end of quarter/semester projects... Anyway, this is Chapter 4 of my story and if you want to know what's going on read the other chapters. Oh, and as for matchups, I KNOW WHO I AM GOING TO MATCH HIM UP WITH!!... I think... And do you want to know who it is? Well too bad, you're going to have to wait to find out ^_^!! Tee hee hee, I am so mean. OH! I almost forgot, I haven't done the disclaimer in a while! Let me put it up... One sec I'll see if I can find it... *Pulls out large cardboard box bearing the words "Big box o' stuff" and begins rummaging through it*
Let's see here... rubber chicken? No...
Squeaky toy? No...
Err I don't want to know what this is... *tosses behind shoulder*
OH! How did this get in here.... heh heh... *Hides item behind back*
AHA! Here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or Sailor Moon or anything else that manages to sneak its way into this fic. They all belong to their respective owners. This is written for fun. Not for cash or fame. So if you want to use something, just e-mail and tell me so I can read it! Or see it or whatever you want to do. And now, on with the main event.
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Ranma left his mother's house the next morning, after a great night's sleep. He found being woken up by his mother instead of a bucket of cold water to be much more comforting. He had taken a bath the previous night, and come to several conclusions about his life in Juuban. First, he would be more popular. he was popular in Nerima, but not the way he would have liked to be, so here in Juuban, he was going to try it the normal way. Secondly, he would be a bit more friendly to girls. Several things helped Ranma come to this conclusion, a: He wanted to know what normal girls were like. And he still needed to conquer his fear of them that was so kindly instituted by his fiancees. b: There were no fiancees here to kill him in case he was a bit "friendly" with some girls. If he had done so much as smile at a girl in Nerima, Akane would mallet him to kingdom come and Shampoo and Ukyo would threaten or attack the poor woman. Ranma went over his thoughts in his head, chuckling to himself as thought of how genius they were. Of course, they did not have much to do with brains, but let's leave Ranma dreaming.
Ranma kept walking down the street, when he realized something. He had no idea where Juuban Highschool was. He looked about to see if he could see any school-like buildings, but not one was in sight. 'Alright, just look for someone in a school uniform, I mean, other kids walk to school right?' Agreeing to his own plan, Ranma set out to look for anyone in a school uniform that might be able to help him.
He didn't have to search long. After turning the corner, Ranma saw a girl, maybe a year younger than him walking in the opposite direction, wearing a school uniform. She had long, blonde hair, which was done into two buns on the top of her head. 'What a weird hairstyle... I wonder if she's Japanese...' Ranma thought as he approached the girl from behind. "Um, excuse me, miss?"
Usagi jumped into the air at the voice that came from behind her and turned around. She almost fell over in shock once she got a good look at the boy. It was the boy who had saved her from the train yesterday.
Ranma rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... but um, do you know where Juuban High school is?"
Usagi once again was shocked. 'He's going to our school too? And he still looked familiar...' Then the answer came down on her like a ton of bricks. That shirt... the hairstyle... the eyes... It had to be him! But she still wanted to check... "Uh, yea I know where it is; I go to Juuban High... But, if you don't mind me asking... are you that Kami Killer from Nerima?"
The question was as blunt and straightforward as they come. Ranma blinked several times and cocked his head. "Kami Killer...? Do you mean Saffron? Yea I killed him but... I don't really like to talk about that... But if you are asking if I am Ranma Saotome, yea that's me. Never heard of the nickname 'Kami Killer though..."
Usagi felt a little guilty about how he seemed to feel bad about killing that god... Sapporo or whatever his name was, but then her eyes widened. "You mean you are the Ranma Saotome?"
Ranma blinked again, "As far as I am aware of it, Yea I am the Ranma Saotome... why is there more then one?"
Usagi wasn't listening though. 'That explains why the youma was so easy for him! I mean, if he killed a god, how hard could a youma be?'
Ranma stared at the girl in front of him as she got a glaze over her eyes and began smiling and drooling. "Er, are you alright?"
Usagi shook her head and looked up at Ranma, before grabbing his arm and running to the high school and talking really, really fast. "OhmygodIcantbeleiveit! Waittilleveryoneseesyoutheywillbelikesoexcited! OhandmynamesUsaginicetomeetyoucanwebefriends? Great!"
Ranma only picked up bits of pieces of the near incoherent blabber, like how her friends were going to be excited... And her name was Usagi... and she wanted to be friends... Ranma shrugged as he was towed behind Usagi, who was running like there was no tomorrow in the direction of Juuban High school, 'Sounds good to me.'
Usagi rounded the corner, practically dragging Ranma behind, who was trying to memorize the way to school. She entered the school yard, and quickly spotted Minako, Makoto, and Ami, sitting underneath a tree chatting amongst themselves. Usagi grinned and pulled Ranma over to her friends. They all looked up and smiled at Usagi as she came into view, and then stopped and all started staring at the boy she was dragging behind her. 'It's him!' They all thought together, remembering the incident at the train station yesterday.
Usagi grinned at her friends reactions and turned to Ranma, "Guys, I'd like you to meet Ranma Saotome!"
Ranma blinked and shifted his weight uneasily and waved, "Uhh, hi!"
All three of the girls stared.
Ami's thoughts:' of course! It explains how easily he defeated that youma!'
Minako's thoughts:' of course! How could I forget a body like that?'
Makoto's thoughts:' of course! How could I forget my old sempai?'
Ranma looked at the three girls that were staring at him oddly. Usagi frowned and began to wave her arms in front of her friend's faces.
"Uh, Guys!?" You're staring!"
The three girls all shook their heads simultaneously and looked up at Ranma.
"Nice to meet you!"
"Yea great to finally meet you in person!"
"Good to see you again sempai!"
Ranma looked at the last girl. "Sempai? What are you-?"
Usagi interrupted him, "Oh! Hehe, a little joke we have right Makoto?"
Makoto blinked and looked at Usagi. "No, He is my sem-"
Minako put her hand over Makoto's mouth, "Of course it's a joke!"
Ranma raised an eyebrow, "You guys made a joke about me being her sempai?"
All girls nodded quickly except for Makoto, who was busy speaking into Minako's hand.
Ranma shook his head and smiled. Looks like Nerima wasn't the only weird district after all. What a relief. Ranma looked at each of the four girls and made a decision. He needed a girlfriend. Despite the fact that in Nerima, he was scared out of his wits by the girls that he encountered daily, he found that here, he might actually get some good experiences with the other gender. That and the fact that Ranma needed to acquire certain "skills" when it came to women. But Ranma wouldn't be caught dead admitting that fact.
He grinned broadly at his newly acquired friends and rubbed the back of his head, "Hey, can one of you girls show me to the office? I need to sign in and get my schedule and everything."
"Of course!" Minako and Makoto replied simultaneously before quickly grabbing hold to either of Ranma's arms.
Ranma flinched at the contact, expecting a mallet or spatula or some other weapon of pain, but remembered he had left that place, and was here now. And there would be a new Ranma... Oh yes, a new Ranma indeed.
Makoto and Minako didn't notice the flinch, they were too busy staring coldly at each other to notice, but Ranma interrupted their evil stares when he spoke, "Well then, shall we?"
Makoto and Minako immediately perked up and smiled up at Ranma before walking into the school hanging onto him like their lives depended on it, and giving any interested girls cold stares.
After the three had left earshot, Usagi turned to Ami, who was busy typing on her computer, and grinned, "So, what do you think?"
"It explains a lot, and these readings I'm getting off of him are phenomenal!"
Usagi got curious and leaned over Ami's shoulder and gazed at the computer's readouts. Phenomenal was apparently a drastic understatement. In physical strength alone, his power was higher than that of all the senshi's combined. But that wasn't too surprising; after all, he killed a god didn't he? But what was even more amazing was the aura of chaos and life magic that radiated off his body. It seemed to draw in chaos from the surroundings and all the while the life aura seemed to be protecting Ranma in shell of magic. But the readouts all read his magical power level to be fluctuating, between a relatively large number, which was about half of any one the senshi's strength and zero.
"Amazing, what does it mean?" Usagi asked, all giddy from excitement.
Ami adjusted her glasses and looked over the readings again. "I have no idea... throughout all of our battles I have never seen anything like this... It's like... Something is fighting for control inside of him."
Usagi gasped and looked over it again. "Look at all that chaos magic! I wonder if he's another enemy like the others that posed as students..."
Ami shook her head and closed her eyes, "No, I don't think so... the same amount of life magic exists around him as well, and it seems like they balance each other out... somehow."
Usagi nodded slowly and contemplated the possibilities. "We should still watch over him carefully..."
Ami nodded, "Of course... For the protection of Crystal Tokyo, of course."
Usagi nodded in agreement, "Of course, for Crystal Tokyo..."
A small blush crept up into both of their cheeks and then, the two-minute warning bell rang. Glad for the distraction, the two girls ran off to class.
Ranma checked over his schedule once again. Apparently, he had every single class with those four girls he had met earlier. Which was odd for several reasons, first, He was a year older than them and in a higher grade. How did he go down a grade? He distinctly remembered passing the exam for the next grade. And secondly, why should he have Home Ec? He would much rather take shop or body conditioning, and he was quite sure he didn't sign up for Home Ec.
While the four other girls were just as surprised as Ranma, they were happy to say the least. Now they could watch him to ensure the "protection" of Crystal Tokyo, as they reasoned at least, and, he was a teenage legend for goodness sake! If someone kills a god, that tends to get you pretty high up on the social chain, especially with girls.
The teacher adjusted his glasses and looked down at the note that Ranma had just handed him. "Well class, it seems we have a new student... Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Ranma shrugged and stepped forward from his position behind the teacher and cleared his throat, "Well, hi. My name is Ranma Saotome; grandmaster of the Saotome school of Anything-Goes school of Martial Arts, when I was six, my father took me on a 10 year training trip through Japan and China to study the art. Recently, I went back to China and defeated Saffron, King of Phoenix Mountain. I was just transferred here from Nerima."
The class simply stopped. Eyes watched Ranma and drank in the sight of him, head to toe. Girls seemed to stop at certain places, but Ranma didn't notice that. The boy's groaned, after hearing the rumor of what a girl-magnet and trouble-magnet this guy was, Their lives were about to get a lot more complicated.
The teacher sat staring at the adolescent prodigy before him with his mouth moving, but no sound coming out.
"You all right, teach?" Ranma asked.
The teacher shook his head and spoke, "Er, yes. Your seat will be beside Minako."
Ranma thanked the teacher and took his seat. After further inspection, it appeared the he was the center of a cross formed by the four girls he met this morning and himself. 'This just gets weirder and weirder...' Ranma thought as he looked at his neighboring classmates.
Classes went slowly, and no one learned much, because they all seemed to be distracted by something. By what, Ranma was not sure. He found himself drifting asleep as his teacher stumbled through his presentation about algebra or something. That was when a folded piece of paper landed on Ranma's desk. Ranma looked up to see a girl who sat several desks away winking at him. He shrugged and opened the note, which read: Are you available? Ranma snickered and quickly wrote down a positive reply, before throwing it in a perfect arc so it fell onto her lap. The teacher noticed, but didn't seem to care.
'Odd, I thought they would be even more strict here than in Nerima, but if anything they're all even nicer!' Several reasons for this ran through his head, and he could only find two reasons why the teachers were less strict, either they were used to note passing and found themselves unable to stop it, despite their efforts, or they feared Ranma might do something to them if they did speak up. The latter reason amused Ranma and he found that he might be able to mold this school to his needs, which would be wonderful.
The whole time Ranma thought, he never noticed the girls becoming giddy with excitement of a celebrity being available in their school. Gossip did spread fast in Juuban High...
The next couple of classes went by about the same way that the first one did. Teachers stumbling through lessons and lectures and students not quite paying attention anyway.
The lunch bell rang, after what seemed like hour after hour of not learning anything. Ranma thanked kami that it did ring, even in Nerima he had learned more than he had here. He snatched the bento his mother had made from him out of his pack and headed over to the window, preparing to go down to the courtyard classic Ranma style... when a voice stopped him.
"Ranma, where are you going? The stairs down are this way!" It was Minako, and she seemed to be ready to escort Ranma down to the front of the school.
Ranma only grinned before he spoke, "Maybe that's the way you go to lunch, but I go this way..." With that said, Ranma lept through the open window and into the air, soaring across the front yard of the school. Minako gasped and looked out as Ranma seemed to float through the air, before turning and running out of the classroom before heading down the steps to the front doors.
Ranma landed softly with a slight tap and took in the air deeply through his nose. He didn't know why, but that jump felt good. Real good. Like he belonged in it. As if in response, the wind around Ranma picked up slightly and a gentle breeze caressed his face. Ranma felt weak as the breeze licked his skin, but opened his eyes when Minako called him.
"Ranma! That was amazing!"
The wind died down as Ranma's eyes opened to see a smiling Minako right in front of him.
"You have to take me sometime!" She said before turning and walking under a tree to eat.
Ranma gave her a slight smile before turning his eyes to the clouds above. He watched them drift carelessly for several seconds, before making his way under the tree himself. Usagi, Minako, Makoto, Ami, and some other guy had already sat down and were eating their bentos when Ranma arrived. Judging by the way Usagi and this man snuggled, they were probably a couple Ranma summed up and imagined himself in that man's position. He quickly shook the images out of his head and approached the group.
"Oh! Hi Ranma! This is my boyfriend, Mamoru!"
'As I thought...' Ranma thought. (AN: This sounds funny... is it just me?)
Mamoru stood up and extended his hand to Ranma, "Well well if it isn't the famous Ranma Saotome."
Ranma took the hand and shook it gently, didn't want to hurt anyone, "The one and only." He said with a smirk.
Mamoru returned the smirk, "Ah and there's the famous ego as well..."
Ranma's eye twitched but he shook it off and looked away, "Well, at least I can back mine up..."
It was Mamoru's turn for his eye to twitch, although his didn't stop. "Are you calling me weak?" Mamoru asked annoyance clear in his voice as he greatly increased the pressure of the handshake.
Ranma shrugged, "What if I am?" Then, he noticed a slight increase of pressure on his hand, and inwardly smirked. If he wanted to play, Ranma would play along...
Mamoru felt a giant increase of pressure on his hand and increased his grip, only to feel it returned three-fold. Mamoru cringed and yanked his hand away from Ranma and shook the tender hand out. Ranma only smiled and sat down, "Nice to meet you, Mamoru."
Mamoru stared at Ranma. 'He's a monster!' He thought.
The girls giggled nervously before they continued eating their lunch.
Mamoru stared at the boy sitting across from him. 'Fine. Usagi seems to think he's an ok guy, so I'll try to make it work.
Ranma glanced up as he sensed someone watching him and saw Mamoru turn away quickly, 'Fine, I'll be his friend but just because he is Usagi's boyfriend.'
The bell rang; signifying the end of lunch, and the small group rose to their feet and began to walk to the school.
"So, what class do we have next?" Ranma asked, knowing that the group had the same classes.
"Um... I think we have PE." Makoto replied thoughtfully.
'Finally,' Ranma thought. 'A class I can enjoy!'
The two boys separated from the girls and walked into their respective locker rooms. Ranma entered casually, seeing as it wasn't much different then the locker rooms at Furinkan, and removed his red Chinese shirt, revealing a whit tank top underneath. He held the shirt in his hands as he glanced around and realized, 'I have no locker...'
Nervously, Ranma approached Mamoru who was changing nearby. "Hey... Uh, can I use your locker? I don't have one."
Mamoru almost spat back a witty remark, but decided against it. "Yeah sure, just shove it in there."
"Thanks..." Ranma replied as he threw his shirt into the large locker.
"Forget it, I mean, what are friends for right?" The comment was meant to be slightly sarcastic, but Ranma just froze. 'What did I do?' Mamoru thought nervously as Ranma slowly turned and looked Mamoru in the eye.
'Friends?' Ranma thought as he looked into Mamoru's eyes. 'Have I had a real friend before?' Ryoga... no. Someone who wanted to kill him wasn't a friend. So cross out Mousse and Kuno... The fiancée's? Hardly. It was either fighting over him or clobbering him with a large, blunt object. Come to think of it now... Ranma never really had friends...
Ranma looked at Mamoru and smiled weakly before turning and quickly walking away.
Mamoru blinked.
The class gathered in the large gymnasium, and sat down waiting for their teacher to tell them what they were doing today. He entered, and happened to be a large, hairy man, that sneered constantly.
"Alright, as you know we are in our gymnastics unit..." The teacher stopped as he glanced at the note he received several minutes before, ignoring the groans from the class. "Well, well... It seems we have a new student. Stand up please... Ranma Saotome."
Whispers spread throughout the classroom as Ranma stood up, and the inner senshi now noticed he was wearing a tank top, and stared hungrily at the toned chest and arms, thinking thoughts that cannot be mentioned in this fic due to the PG-13 rating... Screw it; they thought of getting close to that body, feeling the heat and the warmth of those toned muscles as he caressed them in his arms. Usagi blushed realizing she had a boyfriend and quickly dispensed with such thoughts.
"Yo." Ranma stated calmly.
"Where's your uniform, boy?" The teacher nearly snarled.
Ranma raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "I don't wear uniforms."
"You do now."
"Sorry, I can't"
"Why not?"
Ranma shrugged and sat back down, "I have my reasons."
The teacher sneered again at Ranma, he knew this kid would be trouble, but shook it off and continued with the lesson.
"Today we will be doing the springboard." Groans could be heard from the class. Large mats had been set across nearly the entire length of the gym, and springboards placed near the ends followed by larger mats. "Saotome, get up there and demonstrate." The teacher smiled. He would teach this kid a lesson.
Ranma looked up and sighed before walking to the end of one of the mats. "Sure teach, whaddya want me to do?"
The teacher smiled, "Oh, nothing fancy. Just a back flip with a twist." The teacher knew that this was way out of most high-school student's league. Unfortunately for him, Ranma was a high school student who was extremely skilled in martial arts and had killed a god.
Ranma shook his head. "Is that all? I was thinking more of a triple twist back flip." Before the teacher could speak, Ranma shot off down the length of the mat, hopped onto the springboard, and performed a flawless triple twist back flip and landing flawlessly as well.
The teacher's mouth hung open as he watched this kid perform an Olympian rank jump with ease. The student's followed suit, before erupting in applause and cheers.
Ranma smirked to himself and bowed deeply to the crowd, before slumping to the ground, unconscious.
Minako stared in horror as Ranma just dropped to the ground, and stopped moving. Before anyone could react, she got up and ran over to his fallen body. She stared at his lifeless form, and began to speak, "Ranma? Ranma? Oh god... please say something Ranma!"
Ranma's eyes fluttered open gently and he gazed at the girl before him. Minako? Was that her name? Why is their fog inside the gym? Ranma furrowed his brow as Minako didn't seem to move, and a thick smoke seemed to envelop the area around them. He shook his head and looked around. He couldn't see far, with the large amounts of silvery vapors blocked his vision. He stood shakily, and looked about him. Minako still stay hunched over at the spot where he was just laying. Ranma raised an eyebrow and began to walk towards the thick fog. He approached it cautiously, and waved his arm through the unknown vapors. He watched, as his hand seemed to scoop the substance from the air, and it floated there in his open palm. It was then he noticed the faint glow of the bracers on his wrist. An icy blue glow, which seemed to radiate out and tried to grab at the substance in his hand. Ranma quickly jerked his hand up and tried to throw the odd material away, but it accidentally came close to his face and brushed against it. Ranma froze and his eyes widened. He knew what that stuff was. He felt it nearly every day when he jumped from roof to roof.
"It's the air..." Ranma said as he looked about himself. He quickly made his way through the dense fog, no longer fearing it, abandoning the hunched over figure of Minako. He made his way through, until he could make out the teacher standing there, looking toward the direction where Ranma had once lay, surprise written clearly across his expression. Ranma walked up to the frozen figure and waved his arm about in front of his teacher's face. "Hey teach? You there? Hello?" Nothing. Ranma sighed and began to knock against his teachers head, trying to get him out of the trance. And that was when it happened. Suddenly, all of the fog that Ranma could see gave a lurch toward his body and Ranma noticed for the first time that the odd aura his bracers had given off had covered the entire room, and was beginning to pull the vapors toward him. Before Ranma could break off the connection, all of the smoke in the area lurched forward again, and was pulled at unimaginable speed toward him. Ranma watched in horror as the bracer's he wore acted like a giant vacuum, and sucked all of the smoke from around him, and he could feel an odd sensation running through his body as the substance ran through his arms, slowly spreading up both of them, before traveling downwards into his chest and into his legs, and up into his head as well. The moment the feeling reached his eyes. Ranma screamed out in pain, louder than he ever had when fighting Saffron. IT felt like someone was taking one of those magical glaives he had, and sticking them straight into his eyes. The pain only intensified and Ranma began to claw at his eyes, trying to get the feeling to go away.
Minako gasped as Ranma suddenly vanished, and a loud crash was heard behind her, followed by screaming. Such painful screaming... She turned and saw a large crater in a nearby wall, their teacher hanging out of it limply, and Ranma standing near it, clawing at his face and screaming in pain. She blinked, before rising to her feet, and charging off towards Ranma.
"Ranma?! What's wrong?" Minako asked as she got closer to Ranma. He apparently did not hear her though, because he kept screaming and clawing at his face. "Ranma! Please stop it Ranma!" Ranma only lowered his arms after a second, and Minako nearly fainted at what she saw. His eyes had lost their pupils, leaving them as large, solid, blue-gray orbs that stared back into her own eyes. But what frightened Minako, was the fact that he had a black, upside-down crescent moon on his forehead. Ranma fainted several seconds later, giving temporary relief of the pain he felt, and Minako just stayed frozen in place. It was at this point when the class rose and ran over to the limp form of their teacher. Everyone except Usagi, Rei, Makoto, and Mamoru that is. They rushed over to Ranma's side and began to speak to Minako.
"What's wrong Minako? You look like you have seen a ghost."
"Ranma...moon...forehead." was all that Minako could get out.
Usagi immediately brightened. "I knew it! Ranma's from the Silver Millennium!"
Minako quickly shook her head, "No...Black moon."
Usagi froze and stared at Minako, "No..."
Mamoru grimaced. He knew that this Ranma fellow wasn't what he made out to be. And he did not look forward to their fight... He was not sure that they would win against him.
Ranma awoke half an hour later in a bed, fully clothed. He winced, as a massive headache just kicked in, then passed several seconds later. Ranma furrowed his brow... "That's weird..."
"Oh! Ranma you're up!"
Ranma turned to see Minako, who froze stiffly when Ranma looked at her. "What?" he said. 'Do I have a booger or something?' Ranma thought as he wiped his nose experimentally. 'No...'
Minako froze once she saw Ranma. The moon on his forehead was indeed gone, but his eyes now remained pupil-less.
"What is it?" Ranma asked again.
"N-nothing, c'mon, let's go to class."
Ranma wondered what was bothering Minako but shrugged it off in the hall. Girls... the one thing Ranma could not master.
The rest of the day went somewhat oddly, people staring at him oddly, but looking to afraid to comment about it. The same went for the friends he had thought he made earlier in the day. Of all people, they seemed most afraid and only speaking when spoken to. Ranma figured people were afraid he would flip out or something, but the truth was, ever since that weird thing happened... Ranma felt better. Complete. Whole. Together. One. Whatever else you want to call it, he just felt like he got back a piece of him that had been missing for... A loooong time.
School ended casually, and Ranma mentally cheered. He got through a normal (well... almost) day of school. He left with his friends he thought he made, and they glanced at him nervously from time to time, thinking they could not be seen. It hurt Ranma a little, but he was used to getting those stares from people on the streets in Nerima. He sighed and stretched his arms out, yawning loudly, before walking forward again.
"SAOTOME RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!!!"
Out of reflex Ranma grabbed the girls on either side of him and lept out of the way as a large, red umbrella created a large crater where he once stood.
"Yo, P-chan. Long time no see. But I guess that's normal for you huh?"
Ryoga snarled, "Ranma you cretin! You have a beautiful fiancée and here I find you in another district, hanging out with some bimbos!"
Minako and Makoto glared at Ryoga. They had still liked to remain close to Ranma, and decided to enjoy him until he turned evil and they had to kill him.
"What are you talking about, Ryoga? I just transferred here from Furinkan. Ask Akane, I swear! She let me go!"
"Shut up Ranma! Your words are as empty as your heart!"
Ranma didn't know why, but that insult just seemed to strike a weak spot. Ranma bared his teeth and growled.
Ryoga looked up at him and froze, his eyes going wide. "R-Ranma... what's with your eyes?"
"Ryoga... I am tired of this... Akane LET me go. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!?!?"
Before Ryoga could move, Ranma easily crossed the distance between them, and gave Ryoga a swift punch to the stomach. Normally, this wouldn't have done much, because of the breaking point training. But today, Ryoga screamed in pain and flew backwards, embedding his body in the stone. He remembered the time when Ranma had gotten weak, and had said Ranma's punches were like lightning bolts. He was wrong. THAT punch, felt like a lightning bolt. Because there was some truth in that. Ranma stared at his life-long enemy, his fist still outstretched. That was when he noticed the lightning coruscating over his fist, jumping randomly over it, before finally jumping back into the bracers on his wrists.
"What the..." Ranma muttered before he looked up at Ryoga's body. It was blackened, and lightning violently hopped over it, stretching itself over the limp boy's body.
The senshi froze as they watched from the sides, and at the display of power they had just seen. Ami was busy typing into her computer, and stared wide-eyed at the readouts.
Ranma shook his head, before running as fast as he could toward his mother's house. He arrived a minute later, threw his bag on the floor, and ran upstairs before his mother could greet him. He ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Two, solid, pale-blue orbs stared back.
'That's why everyone was staring... but where are my pupils??' Ranma thought as he looked in the mirror at his eyes. The second that the last part of the thought came out, his pupils faded back into existence in his eyes. Ranma almost fell backwards when he saw this, and then approached the mirror once more. He thought of eyes without pupils, and the pupils faded away instantly. He switched them back and forth several seconds before grinning, "Cool..."
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It took way to long for an update, I know I know and I am sorry, but you know, I have a life too! But here it is, Chapter 4 of my creation... MUHAHAHAHA. Erhem. I will try to start updating regularly again... I gave you an extra long chapter today to make up for my lack of it. So, any questions, comments, ideas, suggestions, or other stuff, write it in a review or e-mail me at gundraw@msn.com, and all burns can be stuck in an inappropriate place. And don't criticize my improper use of gymnastics terms… I have no idea what they are, so I just said it straight up.
Chapter 4
"..."Speech
'...'Thoughts
Alright, this took way too long to get out I know, but it's the end of school so cut me some slack alright? Darn end of quarter/semester projects... Anyway, this is Chapter 4 of my story and if you want to know what's going on read the other chapters. Oh, and as for matchups, I KNOW WHO I AM GOING TO MATCH HIM UP WITH!!... I think... And do you want to know who it is? Well too bad, you're going to have to wait to find out ^_^!! Tee hee hee, I am so mean. OH! I almost forgot, I haven't done the disclaimer in a while! Let me put it up... One sec I'll see if I can find it... *Pulls out large cardboard box bearing the words "Big box o' stuff" and begins rummaging through it*
Let's see here... rubber chicken? No...
Squeaky toy? No...
Err I don't want to know what this is... *tosses behind shoulder*
OH! How did this get in here.... heh heh... *Hides item behind back*
AHA! Here it is!
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Ranma left his mother's house the next morning, after a great night's sleep. He found being woken up by his mother instead of a bucket of cold water to be much more comforting. He had taken a bath the previous night, and come to several conclusions about his life in Juuban. First, he would be more popular. he was popular in Nerima, but not the way he would have liked to be, so here in Juuban, he was going to try it the normal way. Secondly, he would be a bit more friendly to girls. Several things helped Ranma come to this conclusion, a: He wanted to know what normal girls were like. And he still needed to conquer his fear of them that was so kindly instituted by his fiancees. b: There were no fiancees here to kill him in case he was a bit "friendly" with some girls. If he had done so much as smile at a girl in Nerima, Akane would mallet him to kingdom come and Shampoo and Ukyo would threaten or attack the poor woman. Ranma went over his thoughts in his head, chuckling to himself as thought of how genius they were. Of course, they did not have much to do with brains, but let's leave Ranma dreaming.
Ranma kept walking down the street, when he realized something. He had no idea where Juuban Highschool was. He looked about to see if he could see any school-like buildings, but not one was in sight. 'Alright, just look for someone in a school uniform, I mean, other kids walk to school right?' Agreeing to his own plan, Ranma set out to look for anyone in a school uniform that might be able to help him.
He didn't have to search long. After turning the corner, Ranma saw a girl, maybe a year younger than him walking in the opposite direction, wearing a school uniform. She had long, blonde hair, which was done into two buns on the top of her head. 'What a weird hairstyle... I wonder if she's Japanese...' Ranma thought as he approached the girl from behind. "Um, excuse me, miss?"
Usagi jumped into the air at the voice that came from behind her and turned around. She almost fell over in shock once she got a good look at the boy. It was the boy who had saved her from the train yesterday.
Ranma rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... but um, do you know where Juuban High school is?"
Usagi once again was shocked. 'He's going to our school too? And he still looked familiar...' Then the answer came down on her like a ton of bricks. That shirt... the hairstyle... the eyes... It had to be him! But she still wanted to check... "Uh, yea I know where it is; I go to Juuban High... But, if you don't mind me asking... are you that Kami Killer from Nerima?"
The question was as blunt and straightforward as they come. Ranma blinked several times and cocked his head. "Kami Killer...? Do you mean Saffron? Yea I killed him but... I don't really like to talk about that... But if you are asking if I am Ranma Saotome, yea that's me. Never heard of the nickname 'Kami Killer though..."
Usagi felt a little guilty about how he seemed to feel bad about killing that god... Sapporo or whatever his name was, but then her eyes widened. "You mean you are the Ranma Saotome?"
Ranma blinked again, "As far as I am aware of it, Yea I am the Ranma Saotome... why is there more then one?"
Usagi wasn't listening though. 'That explains why the youma was so easy for him! I mean, if he killed a god, how hard could a youma be?'
Ranma stared at the girl in front of him as she got a glaze over her eyes and began smiling and drooling. "Er, are you alright?"
Usagi shook her head and looked up at Ranma, before grabbing his arm and running to the high school and talking really, really fast. "OhmygodIcantbeleiveit! Waittilleveryoneseesyoutheywillbelikesoexcited! OhandmynamesUsaginicetomeetyoucanwebefriends? Great!"
Ranma only picked up bits of pieces of the near incoherent blabber, like how her friends were going to be excited... And her name was Usagi... and she wanted to be friends... Ranma shrugged as he was towed behind Usagi, who was running like there was no tomorrow in the direction of Juuban High school, 'Sounds good to me.'
Usagi rounded the corner, practically dragging Ranma behind, who was trying to memorize the way to school. She entered the school yard, and quickly spotted Minako, Makoto, and Ami, sitting underneath a tree chatting amongst themselves. Usagi grinned and pulled Ranma over to her friends. They all looked up and smiled at Usagi as she came into view, and then stopped and all started staring at the boy she was dragging behind her. 'It's him!' They all thought together, remembering the incident at the train station yesterday.
Usagi grinned at her friends reactions and turned to Ranma, "Guys, I'd like you to meet Ranma Saotome!"
Ranma blinked and shifted his weight uneasily and waved, "Uhh, hi!"
All three of the girls stared.
Ami's thoughts:' of course! It explains how easily he defeated that youma!'
Minako's thoughts:' of course! How could I forget a body like that?'
Makoto's thoughts:' of course! How could I forget my old sempai?'
Ranma looked at the three girls that were staring at him oddly. Usagi frowned and began to wave her arms in front of her friend's faces.
"Uh, Guys!?" You're staring!"
The three girls all shook their heads simultaneously and looked up at Ranma.
"Nice to meet you!"
"Yea great to finally meet you in person!"
"Good to see you again sempai!"
Ranma looked at the last girl. "Sempai? What are you-?"
Usagi interrupted him, "Oh! Hehe, a little joke we have right Makoto?"
Makoto blinked and looked at Usagi. "No, He is my sem-"
Minako put her hand over Makoto's mouth, "Of course it's a joke!"
Ranma raised an eyebrow, "You guys made a joke about me being her sempai?"
All girls nodded quickly except for Makoto, who was busy speaking into Minako's hand.
Ranma shook his head and smiled. Looks like Nerima wasn't the only weird district after all. What a relief. Ranma looked at each of the four girls and made a decision. He needed a girlfriend. Despite the fact that in Nerima, he was scared out of his wits by the girls that he encountered daily, he found that here, he might actually get some good experiences with the other gender. That and the fact that Ranma needed to acquire certain "skills" when it came to women. But Ranma wouldn't be caught dead admitting that fact.
He grinned broadly at his newly acquired friends and rubbed the back of his head, "Hey, can one of you girls show me to the office? I need to sign in and get my schedule and everything."
"Of course!" Minako and Makoto replied simultaneously before quickly grabbing hold to either of Ranma's arms.
Ranma flinched at the contact, expecting a mallet or spatula or some other weapon of pain, but remembered he had left that place, and was here now. And there would be a new Ranma... Oh yes, a new Ranma indeed.
Makoto and Minako didn't notice the flinch, they were too busy staring coldly at each other to notice, but Ranma interrupted their evil stares when he spoke, "Well then, shall we?"
Makoto and Minako immediately perked up and smiled up at Ranma before walking into the school hanging onto him like their lives depended on it, and giving any interested girls cold stares.
After the three had left earshot, Usagi turned to Ami, who was busy typing on her computer, and grinned, "So, what do you think?"
"It explains a lot, and these readings I'm getting off of him are phenomenal!"
Usagi got curious and leaned over Ami's shoulder and gazed at the computer's readouts. Phenomenal was apparently a drastic understatement. In physical strength alone, his power was higher than that of all the senshi's combined. But that wasn't too surprising; after all, he killed a god didn't he? But what was even more amazing was the aura of chaos and life magic that radiated off his body. It seemed to draw in chaos from the surroundings and all the while the life aura seemed to be protecting Ranma in shell of magic. But the readouts all read his magical power level to be fluctuating, between a relatively large number, which was about half of any one the senshi's strength and zero.
"Amazing, what does it mean?" Usagi asked, all giddy from excitement.
Ami adjusted her glasses and looked over the readings again. "I have no idea... throughout all of our battles I have never seen anything like this... It's like... Something is fighting for control inside of him."
Usagi gasped and looked over it again. "Look at all that chaos magic! I wonder if he's another enemy like the others that posed as students..."
Ami shook her head and closed her eyes, "No, I don't think so... the same amount of life magic exists around him as well, and it seems like they balance each other out... somehow."
Usagi nodded slowly and contemplated the possibilities. "We should still watch over him carefully..."
Ami nodded, "Of course... For the protection of Crystal Tokyo, of course."
Usagi nodded in agreement, "Of course, for Crystal Tokyo..."
A small blush crept up into both of their cheeks and then, the two-minute warning bell rang. Glad for the distraction, the two girls ran off to class.
Ranma checked over his schedule once again. Apparently, he had every single class with those four girls he had met earlier. Which was odd for several reasons, first, He was a year older than them and in a higher grade. How did he go down a grade? He distinctly remembered passing the exam for the next grade. And secondly, why should he have Home Ec? He would much rather take shop or body conditioning, and he was quite sure he didn't sign up for Home Ec.
While the four other girls were just as surprised as Ranma, they were happy to say the least. Now they could watch him to ensure the "protection" of Crystal Tokyo, as they reasoned at least, and, he was a teenage legend for goodness sake! If someone kills a god, that tends to get you pretty high up on the social chain, especially with girls.
The teacher adjusted his glasses and looked down at the note that Ranma had just handed him. "Well class, it seems we have a new student... Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Ranma shrugged and stepped forward from his position behind the teacher and cleared his throat, "Well, hi. My name is Ranma Saotome; grandmaster of the Saotome school of Anything-Goes school of Martial Arts, when I was six, my father took me on a 10 year training trip through Japan and China to study the art. Recently, I went back to China and defeated Saffron, King of Phoenix Mountain. I was just transferred here from Nerima."
The class simply stopped. Eyes watched Ranma and drank in the sight of him, head to toe. Girls seemed to stop at certain places, but Ranma didn't notice that. The boy's groaned, after hearing the rumor of what a girl-magnet and trouble-magnet this guy was, Their lives were about to get a lot more complicated.
The teacher sat staring at the adolescent prodigy before him with his mouth moving, but no sound coming out.
"You all right, teach?" Ranma asked.
The teacher shook his head and spoke, "Er, yes. Your seat will be beside Minako."
Ranma thanked the teacher and took his seat. After further inspection, it appeared the he was the center of a cross formed by the four girls he met this morning and himself. 'This just gets weirder and weirder...' Ranma thought as he looked at his neighboring classmates.
Classes went slowly, and no one learned much, because they all seemed to be distracted by something. By what, Ranma was not sure. He found himself drifting asleep as his teacher stumbled through his presentation about algebra or something. That was when a folded piece of paper landed on Ranma's desk. Ranma looked up to see a girl who sat several desks away winking at him. He shrugged and opened the note, which read: Are you available? Ranma snickered and quickly wrote down a positive reply, before throwing it in a perfect arc so it fell onto her lap. The teacher noticed, but didn't seem to care.
'Odd, I thought they would be even more strict here than in Nerima, but if anything they're all even nicer!' Several reasons for this ran through his head, and he could only find two reasons why the teachers were less strict, either they were used to note passing and found themselves unable to stop it, despite their efforts, or they feared Ranma might do something to them if they did speak up. The latter reason amused Ranma and he found that he might be able to mold this school to his needs, which would be wonderful.
The whole time Ranma thought, he never noticed the girls becoming giddy with excitement of a celebrity being available in their school. Gossip did spread fast in Juuban High...
The next couple of classes went by about the same way that the first one did. Teachers stumbling through lessons and lectures and students not quite paying attention anyway.
The lunch bell rang, after what seemed like hour after hour of not learning anything. Ranma thanked kami that it did ring, even in Nerima he had learned more than he had here. He snatched the bento his mother had made from him out of his pack and headed over to the window, preparing to go down to the courtyard classic Ranma style... when a voice stopped him.
"Ranma, where are you going? The stairs down are this way!" It was Minako, and she seemed to be ready to escort Ranma down to the front of the school.
Ranma only grinned before he spoke, "Maybe that's the way you go to lunch, but I go this way..." With that said, Ranma lept through the open window and into the air, soaring across the front yard of the school. Minako gasped and looked out as Ranma seemed to float through the air, before turning and running out of the classroom before heading down the steps to the front doors.
Ranma landed softly with a slight tap and took in the air deeply through his nose. He didn't know why, but that jump felt good. Real good. Like he belonged in it. As if in response, the wind around Ranma picked up slightly and a gentle breeze caressed his face. Ranma felt weak as the breeze licked his skin, but opened his eyes when Minako called him.
"Ranma! That was amazing!"
The wind died down as Ranma's eyes opened to see a smiling Minako right in front of him.
"You have to take me sometime!" She said before turning and walking under a tree to eat.
Ranma gave her a slight smile before turning his eyes to the clouds above. He watched them drift carelessly for several seconds, before making his way under the tree himself. Usagi, Minako, Makoto, Ami, and some other guy had already sat down and were eating their bentos when Ranma arrived. Judging by the way Usagi and this man snuggled, they were probably a couple Ranma summed up and imagined himself in that man's position. He quickly shook the images out of his head and approached the group.
"Oh! Hi Ranma! This is my boyfriend, Mamoru!"
'As I thought...' Ranma thought. (AN: This sounds funny... is it just me?)
Mamoru stood up and extended his hand to Ranma, "Well well if it isn't the famous Ranma Saotome."
Ranma took the hand and shook it gently, didn't want to hurt anyone, "The one and only." He said with a smirk.
Mamoru returned the smirk, "Ah and there's the famous ego as well..."
Ranma's eye twitched but he shook it off and looked away, "Well, at least I can back mine up..."
It was Mamoru's turn for his eye to twitch, although his didn't stop. "Are you calling me weak?" Mamoru asked annoyance clear in his voice as he greatly increased the pressure of the handshake.
Ranma shrugged, "What if I am?" Then, he noticed a slight increase of pressure on his hand, and inwardly smirked. If he wanted to play, Ranma would play along...
Mamoru felt a giant increase of pressure on his hand and increased his grip, only to feel it returned three-fold. Mamoru cringed and yanked his hand away from Ranma and shook the tender hand out. Ranma only smiled and sat down, "Nice to meet you, Mamoru."
Mamoru stared at Ranma. 'He's a monster!' He thought.
The girls giggled nervously before they continued eating their lunch.
Mamoru stared at the boy sitting across from him. 'Fine. Usagi seems to think he's an ok guy, so I'll try to make it work.
Ranma glanced up as he sensed someone watching him and saw Mamoru turn away quickly, 'Fine, I'll be his friend but just because he is Usagi's boyfriend.'
The bell rang; signifying the end of lunch, and the small group rose to their feet and began to walk to the school.
"So, what class do we have next?" Ranma asked, knowing that the group had the same classes.
"Um... I think we have PE." Makoto replied thoughtfully.
'Finally,' Ranma thought. 'A class I can enjoy!'
The two boys separated from the girls and walked into their respective locker rooms. Ranma entered casually, seeing as it wasn't much different then the locker rooms at Furinkan, and removed his red Chinese shirt, revealing a whit tank top underneath. He held the shirt in his hands as he glanced around and realized, 'I have no locker...'
Nervously, Ranma approached Mamoru who was changing nearby. "Hey... Uh, can I use your locker? I don't have one."
Mamoru almost spat back a witty remark, but decided against it. "Yeah sure, just shove it in there."
"Thanks..." Ranma replied as he threw his shirt into the large locker.
"Forget it, I mean, what are friends for right?" The comment was meant to be slightly sarcastic, but Ranma just froze. 'What did I do?' Mamoru thought nervously as Ranma slowly turned and looked Mamoru in the eye.
'Friends?' Ranma thought as he looked into Mamoru's eyes. 'Have I had a real friend before?' Ryoga... no. Someone who wanted to kill him wasn't a friend. So cross out Mousse and Kuno... The fiancée's? Hardly. It was either fighting over him or clobbering him with a large, blunt object. Come to think of it now... Ranma never really had friends...
Ranma looked at Mamoru and smiled weakly before turning and quickly walking away.
Mamoru blinked.
The class gathered in the large gymnasium, and sat down waiting for their teacher to tell them what they were doing today. He entered, and happened to be a large, hairy man, that sneered constantly.
"Alright, as you know we are in our gymnastics unit..." The teacher stopped as he glanced at the note he received several minutes before, ignoring the groans from the class. "Well, well... It seems we have a new student. Stand up please... Ranma Saotome."
Whispers spread throughout the classroom as Ranma stood up, and the inner senshi now noticed he was wearing a tank top, and stared hungrily at the toned chest and arms, thinking thoughts that cannot be mentioned in this fic due to the PG-13 rating... Screw it; they thought of getting close to that body, feeling the heat and the warmth of those toned muscles as he caressed them in his arms. Usagi blushed realizing she had a boyfriend and quickly dispensed with such thoughts.
"Yo." Ranma stated calmly.
"Where's your uniform, boy?" The teacher nearly snarled.
Ranma raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "I don't wear uniforms."
"You do now."
"Sorry, I can't"
"Why not?"
Ranma shrugged and sat back down, "I have my reasons."
The teacher sneered again at Ranma, he knew this kid would be trouble, but shook it off and continued with the lesson.
"Today we will be doing the springboard." Groans could be heard from the class. Large mats had been set across nearly the entire length of the gym, and springboards placed near the ends followed by larger mats. "Saotome, get up there and demonstrate." The teacher smiled. He would teach this kid a lesson.
Ranma looked up and sighed before walking to the end of one of the mats. "Sure teach, whaddya want me to do?"
The teacher smiled, "Oh, nothing fancy. Just a back flip with a twist." The teacher knew that this was way out of most high-school student's league. Unfortunately for him, Ranma was a high school student who was extremely skilled in martial arts and had killed a god.
Ranma shook his head. "Is that all? I was thinking more of a triple twist back flip." Before the teacher could speak, Ranma shot off down the length of the mat, hopped onto the springboard, and performed a flawless triple twist back flip and landing flawlessly as well.
The teacher's mouth hung open as he watched this kid perform an Olympian rank jump with ease. The student's followed suit, before erupting in applause and cheers.
Ranma smirked to himself and bowed deeply to the crowd, before slumping to the ground, unconscious.
Minako stared in horror as Ranma just dropped to the ground, and stopped moving. Before anyone could react, she got up and ran over to his fallen body. She stared at his lifeless form, and began to speak, "Ranma? Ranma? Oh god... please say something Ranma!"
Ranma's eyes fluttered open gently and he gazed at the girl before him. Minako? Was that her name? Why is their fog inside the gym? Ranma furrowed his brow as Minako didn't seem to move, and a thick smoke seemed to envelop the area around them. He shook his head and looked around. He couldn't see far, with the large amounts of silvery vapors blocked his vision. He stood shakily, and looked about him. Minako still stay hunched over at the spot where he was just laying. Ranma raised an eyebrow and began to walk towards the thick fog. He approached it cautiously, and waved his arm through the unknown vapors. He watched, as his hand seemed to scoop the substance from the air, and it floated there in his open palm. It was then he noticed the faint glow of the bracers on his wrist. An icy blue glow, which seemed to radiate out and tried to grab at the substance in his hand. Ranma quickly jerked his hand up and tried to throw the odd material away, but it accidentally came close to his face and brushed against it. Ranma froze and his eyes widened. He knew what that stuff was. He felt it nearly every day when he jumped from roof to roof.
"It's the air..." Ranma said as he looked about himself. He quickly made his way through the dense fog, no longer fearing it, abandoning the hunched over figure of Minako. He made his way through, until he could make out the teacher standing there, looking toward the direction where Ranma had once lay, surprise written clearly across his expression. Ranma walked up to the frozen figure and waved his arm about in front of his teacher's face. "Hey teach? You there? Hello?" Nothing. Ranma sighed and began to knock against his teachers head, trying to get him out of the trance. And that was when it happened. Suddenly, all of the fog that Ranma could see gave a lurch toward his body and Ranma noticed for the first time that the odd aura his bracers had given off had covered the entire room, and was beginning to pull the vapors toward him. Before Ranma could break off the connection, all of the smoke in the area lurched forward again, and was pulled at unimaginable speed toward him. Ranma watched in horror as the bracer's he wore acted like a giant vacuum, and sucked all of the smoke from around him, and he could feel an odd sensation running through his body as the substance ran through his arms, slowly spreading up both of them, before traveling downwards into his chest and into his legs, and up into his head as well. The moment the feeling reached his eyes. Ranma screamed out in pain, louder than he ever had when fighting Saffron. IT felt like someone was taking one of those magical glaives he had, and sticking them straight into his eyes. The pain only intensified and Ranma began to claw at his eyes, trying to get the feeling to go away.
Minako gasped as Ranma suddenly vanished, and a loud crash was heard behind her, followed by screaming. Such painful screaming... She turned and saw a large crater in a nearby wall, their teacher hanging out of it limply, and Ranma standing near it, clawing at his face and screaming in pain. She blinked, before rising to her feet, and charging off towards Ranma.
"Ranma?! What's wrong?" Minako asked as she got closer to Ranma. He apparently did not hear her though, because he kept screaming and clawing at his face. "Ranma! Please stop it Ranma!" Ranma only lowered his arms after a second, and Minako nearly fainted at what she saw. His eyes had lost their pupils, leaving them as large, solid, blue-gray orbs that stared back into her own eyes. But what frightened Minako, was the fact that he had a black, upside-down crescent moon on his forehead. Ranma fainted several seconds later, giving temporary relief of the pain he felt, and Minako just stayed frozen in place. It was at this point when the class rose and ran over to the limp form of their teacher. Everyone except Usagi, Rei, Makoto, and Mamoru that is. They rushed over to Ranma's side and began to speak to Minako.
"What's wrong Minako? You look like you have seen a ghost."
"Ranma...moon...forehead." was all that Minako could get out.
Usagi immediately brightened. "I knew it! Ranma's from the Silver Millennium!"
Minako quickly shook her head, "No...Black moon."
Usagi froze and stared at Minako, "No..."
Mamoru grimaced. He knew that this Ranma fellow wasn't what he made out to be. And he did not look forward to their fight... He was not sure that they would win against him.
Ranma awoke half an hour later in a bed, fully clothed. He winced, as a massive headache just kicked in, then passed several seconds later. Ranma furrowed his brow... "That's weird..."
"Oh! Ranma you're up!"
Ranma turned to see Minako, who froze stiffly when Ranma looked at her. "What?" he said. 'Do I have a booger or something?' Ranma thought as he wiped his nose experimentally. 'No...'
Minako froze once she saw Ranma. The moon on his forehead was indeed gone, but his eyes now remained pupil-less.
"What is it?" Ranma asked again.
"N-nothing, c'mon, let's go to class."
Ranma wondered what was bothering Minako but shrugged it off in the hall. Girls... the one thing Ranma could not master.
The rest of the day went somewhat oddly, people staring at him oddly, but looking to afraid to comment about it. The same went for the friends he had thought he made earlier in the day. Of all people, they seemed most afraid and only speaking when spoken to. Ranma figured people were afraid he would flip out or something, but the truth was, ever since that weird thing happened... Ranma felt better. Complete. Whole. Together. One. Whatever else you want to call it, he just felt like he got back a piece of him that had been missing for... A loooong time.
School ended casually, and Ranma mentally cheered. He got through a normal (well... almost) day of school. He left with his friends he thought he made, and they glanced at him nervously from time to time, thinking they could not be seen. It hurt Ranma a little, but he was used to getting those stares from people on the streets in Nerima. He sighed and stretched his arms out, yawning loudly, before walking forward again.
"SAOTOME RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!!!"
Out of reflex Ranma grabbed the girls on either side of him and lept out of the way as a large, red umbrella created a large crater where he once stood.
"Yo, P-chan. Long time no see. But I guess that's normal for you huh?"
Ryoga snarled, "Ranma you cretin! You have a beautiful fiancée and here I find you in another district, hanging out with some bimbos!"
Minako and Makoto glared at Ryoga. They had still liked to remain close to Ranma, and decided to enjoy him until he turned evil and they had to kill him.
"What are you talking about, Ryoga? I just transferred here from Furinkan. Ask Akane, I swear! She let me go!"
"Shut up Ranma! Your words are as empty as your heart!"
Ranma didn't know why, but that insult just seemed to strike a weak spot. Ranma bared his teeth and growled.
Ryoga looked up at him and froze, his eyes going wide. "R-Ranma... what's with your eyes?"
"Ryoga... I am tired of this... Akane LET me go. WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!?!?"
Before Ryoga could move, Ranma easily crossed the distance between them, and gave Ryoga a swift punch to the stomach. Normally, this wouldn't have done much, because of the breaking point training. But today, Ryoga screamed in pain and flew backwards, embedding his body in the stone. He remembered the time when Ranma had gotten weak, and had said Ranma's punches were like lightning bolts. He was wrong. THAT punch, felt like a lightning bolt. Because there was some truth in that. Ranma stared at his life-long enemy, his fist still outstretched. That was when he noticed the lightning coruscating over his fist, jumping randomly over it, before finally jumping back into the bracers on his wrists.
"What the..." Ranma muttered before he looked up at Ryoga's body. It was blackened, and lightning violently hopped over it, stretching itself over the limp boy's body.
The senshi froze as they watched from the sides, and at the display of power they had just seen. Ami was busy typing into her computer, and stared wide-eyed at the readouts.
Ranma shook his head, before running as fast as he could toward his mother's house. He arrived a minute later, threw his bag on the floor, and ran upstairs before his mother could greet him. He ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Two, solid, pale-blue orbs stared back.
'That's why everyone was staring... but where are my pupils??' Ranma thought as he looked in the mirror at his eyes. The second that the last part of the thought came out, his pupils faded back into existence in his eyes. Ranma almost fell backwards when he saw this, and then approached the mirror once more. He thought of eyes without pupils, and the pupils faded away instantly. He switched them back and forth several seconds before grinning, "Cool..."
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It took way to long for an update, I know I know and I am sorry, but you know, I have a life too! But here it is, Chapter 4 of my creation... MUHAHAHAHA. Erhem. I will try to start updating regularly again... I gave you an extra long chapter today to make up for my lack of it. So, any questions, comments, ideas, suggestions, or other stuff, write it in a review or e-mail me at gundraw@msn.com, and all burns can be stuck in an inappropriate place. And don't criticize my improper use of gymnastics terms… I have no idea what they are, so I just said it straight up.