Ranma - Hello Ranma, Genma, Happosai and Shampoo!
Hello Ranma, Genma, Happosai and Shampoo![PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: When the Tendo girls first meet the Saotomes, the Saotomes doesn't come alone. They've managed to pick up an early-awakened Master Happosai and our favourite cat-shifting Chinese Amazon on their journey. Master Happosai has already declared Ranma his heir and passed on some of his techniques to him. Akane has never needed much encouragement to accuse Ranma of being a pervert, but this time around, she's actually right!
Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you watching the show/reading the manga in the first place?
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
*** Author Rant ***
I've been asked what sort of pairing I'm going for a couple of times now, so I figure I might just as well say something about it here.
All I can say for certain is, it's not going to wind up as a Ranma/Akane pairing, that's for certain. I've got thirteen Ranma 1/2 fics in the works right now and only one of them will be a Ranma/Akane fic. And the only reason I'm even writing that is because I got a request to do that particular fic after sharing a few of my story ideas with a few online friends.
As you may have noticed, Akane 'ain't exactly my favourite character. :) When it comes to the Tendo sisters, I've always figured that both Kasumi and Nabiki would make *far* better matches for Ranma then Akane ever would.
Anyhew, while it might certainly seem like a Ranma/Shampoo pairing right now, that most likely won't last all the way to The End. I *am* tempted to make it a Ranma/Shampoo/Kasumi-thing, where Ranma marries Kasumi for honour, but while he loves her, he's not *in* love with her... But what the hell, I'm also tempted to make it a Ranma/Hinako fic just for the heck of it, so the final pairing is still up in the air.
Hm, things probably aren't any more clear for y'all now then they were before reading this section, but what the heck. Why should you guys feel any more certain about it then I am? *evil grin*
*** Author Shutting Up ***
*** Previously, on 'Hello Ranma, Genma, Happosai and Shampoo!' ***
"If or when I do marry, I intend to marry because I love the girl in question, not because two deranged losers got drunk and decided it was a fine idea to marry off the children they expected to have one day!" Ranma responded.
"Aiya, Airen already engaged. Shampoo propose to Airen!" Shampoo interjected.
"Akane-Chan! How could you do such a cruel thing to your poor ol' uncle Happosai?" the demented old pervert in question exclaimed as he suddenly appeared in the doorway to the veranda, seemingly unaffected by his unscheduled flight with Air Akane, staring at Akane with big tears streaming from his eyes.
"Hoooboy, I think the boring period I was complaining about yesterday might finally be over." Nabiki commented with a wry grin, shaking her head with barely restrained mirth.
*** Roll credits ***
Chapter Three:
The conversation swiftly turned into a screaming match soon after that. Genma and Soun insisted that the two families would be joined, the schools united and not even Kasumi managed to cool them down or get them to agree to discuss the matter. Nabiki tried to look calm and composed, but would occasionally break out in amused giggles, before composing herself again. Akane was furious, screaming out her protests against the arrangement, loudly proclaiming her hatred for boys in general and Ranma in particular.
Happosai didn't care much, but didn't hesitate to offer himself up as a consolation price to the girls that didn't get to marry Ranma, sneak in a fondle or two at every opportunity he got and picking himself up from whatever wall or piece of furniture those fondles got him knocked into. Shampoo passionately opposed Genma and Soun, insisting that she was the one to marry Ranma and being just as relentless in her proclamations as the two fathers.
Ranma didn't involve himself in the matter, having moved out of the immediate area around the table. He was now at the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall as he observed the proceedings and participants with a curious gaze. /God, she's beautiful.../ he thought as his gaze absently raked over Shampoo's finely proportioned body, just barely covered by the form-hugging dress she wore. He hastily ignored Genma, Happosai and Soun, all three were just as big idiots in his opinion and neither of them worth his attention. That just left the three Tendo girls.
Kasumi. /Beautiful, classic beauty in all it's glory./ he decided as his gaze locked onto the eldest of the three. The dress hid her body, obscuring the forms underneath it. But he'd seen the graceful way with which she moved, he'd seen the nearly supernatural calm and peacefulness which surrounded her. She was older then him, but not by much. Her serenity made it difficult for any normal man to picture her as anything but an angel descended from the heavens, too far out of his league to even consider as a potential wife despite her perfection. However, long days of training under Happosai and certain techniques learnt from the demented old master swiftly overcame that problem. Whatever Ranma was now, 'normal' certainly wasn't it. /Yes. Classic beauty, with a body to die for./ he concluded after having used one of Happosai's aura-watching techniques to determine the shape, firmness and flexibility of her body, as well as the form and texture of her underwear, all which were hidden from rowing eyes, but not Ki-sight, underneath her dress.
Nabiki. /Seeeeeeexy, with a smile to die for.../ he mentally purred as his gaze moved over to her. Whereas Kasumi was beautiful and radiated serenity, Nabiki radiated something far more naughty, something far more sexual in nature. The kimono she wore was not as concealing as Kasumi's dress and he didn't need any special techniques to see that she too had a killer body. And when she succumbed to the giggles she struggled so against, her smile was just heavenly. Her eyes blazed with mischief and that she revelled in fun and excitement was plain to see. Being engaged to her would never be boring, that was for sure. He was also fairly certain that she'd be terrific in the sack.
Akane. /Hard to tell, what with that whole rage-thing she's got going for her./ he sighed in the safety of his own mind. Considering the Gi she wore, the likelihood of her being a Martial Artist of some sort was high. Not a very good one though. Her balance was all outta whack, her temper was allowed free rein and it was plain to see that she didn't have the control and discipline needed to rise to the higher levels of the art. Shampoo could take her with both hands tied behind her back. Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but he suspected that she had a bit of growing left to do before she was done with it. She was a bit tomboyish now, but had definitive potential. He suspected that she would be cute if she'd just smile and in a few years, she might turn out to be just as beautiful as Kasumi. /Temper definitively has to go though, as she is now, she's not even in the running./ he decided.
He looked over the scene as a whole again, taking everything in. If it went on for any longer, the two fathers and Shampoo would most likely come to blows. He didn't doubt her ability to handle both those two morons, but as they were apparently going to stay here for a while, the stay would most likely be a smoother one if outright violence with the host could be avoided.
His gaze settled on Kasumi again, she'd done admirably in keeping things calm before the screaming argument started. If they were going to make some headway here today, he would need her working with him, not against him. That much was obvious. He made his way over to her and gently touched her right shoulder.
"Hey, Kasumi." he greeted her and she looked up in surprise at him as he crouched down beside her. "If you calm down your father and the master, I'll handle pops and Shampoo. Deal?" he inquired and was greeted with that radiant smile and a nod. He didn't miss the speculative and curious look Nabiki bestowed upon him though, she had not missed their little exchange. /The gal's got brains.../ he added to his mental file on the three Tendo girls, before he leapt over the table and grabbed both his father and Shampoo, one in each arm.
"Airen!" Shampoo exclaimed in surprise, then her lips curled up in a wide grin. "Airen want make too too sweet loving with Shampoo? With Pops watching? Aiya, Perverted Freak bad influence!"
"What? No! Boy! Let me down! I won't be a part of that! Let me down! You're going to marry a Tendo!" Genma hollered. "You can sow your oats until then, but I don't want to be around to watch it! Let me down!"
"Aw, knock it off. Both of you." Ranma told them, then kicked their legs out from underneath them, then plunked them down onto the floor where he held them down. "Your stupid argument is upsetting the Wa of this household." he berated them.
While this happened, Kasumi had silenced her father and gotten him to kneel at the table with nothing more then a gentle touch of his shoulder and a stern look that nearly caused her father to break down and cry. Happosai wasn't quite as easy to handle, but he too seated himself back at the table while grumbling and grunting under his breath. Ranma grinned at the sight, the fact that the eldest Tendo sister could actually rein in the old master was certainly a *huge* advantage for her.
"Well then, pops. I must say that I'm sorta surprised. You mean this is one engagement that you actually intend to go through with? This is so outta character for you! I thought it was just going to be ignored, just like all those other arrangements you've made over the years." Ranma exclaimed once the room was silent again. A proclamation which made Genma grow pale and Soun grow a big throbbing vein in his forehead.
"You... You... You know?" Genma croaked.
"Of course I do." Ranma agreed. "Master Happosai had to undo the blocks you placed on me in order for me to learn some of his techniques. Really, pops. If you weren't my father, I'd have broken every bone in your body by now." he stated with a shake of his head. "I assume the blocks you placed on my brain were to make sure that I would focus on the Art and not be distracted by more intellectual pursuits. Curbing my sex drive was probably done so that girls wouldn't become an issue either. No wonder I had such a hard time learning Master Happosai's techniques and get through those scrolls on Shihatsu, Acupuncture and Moxibustion. Having the blocks on my brain removed did *wonders* for my memory, Pops. How many engagements did you arrange over the years? I can remember five, but I guess you could have arranged a few more when I wasn't around to witness it."
"Saotome-kun! Is this true?!" Soun thundered and Ranma jumped back in surprise as the whole room was suddenly filled with a huge demonic version of Tendo Soun's head. He squinted and blinked in bewilderment, it was a battle aura of sorts, but he'd never seemed anything quite like it. His own were more of a hazy image surrounding his body, but this one seemed damned well near solid. He felt a shiver move down his spine, but couldn't quite understand why. It seemed as if this weird battle aura somehow drew out and amplified fear in those that witnessed it.
Ranma was impressed and mentally upgraded Soun's threat level a few notches. He hadn't been too impressed by what he'd seen of the other man. He didn't move the way he'd expected from a Martial Artist capable of pulling off advanced Ki manipulation and such a focused battle aura. The only thing he guessed might explain it was that Soun had slacked off in recent years, allowing his skills and abilities to degrade from lack of use. According to Genma and Happosai, Soun and Genma had been more or less equals in the Art when they parted ways several years ago. But from what he could see now, Genma by far surpassed Soun. Even if that trick with the aura was damned impressive!
"Yeah, it's true." Ranma replied as it didn't appear that his father was going to do so anytime soon, cowering as he was from Soun's intimidation technique. "He engaged me left and right in return for food or sake. Heck, he even engaged me to a boy once in return for an Okonomiyaki cart!"
"I did no such thing!" Genma protested. "Ukyo was a girl!" he amended.
"He... *WHAT*?!" Ranma shrieked. "Ucchan was a girl?!" he demanded, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, then he shook his head. "Thank Kami-sama, that makes so much more sense." he added after a while, exhaling in relief. "When I first remembered that incident, I figured you were even more demented then even I would have thought you capable of."
"Saotome-kun! What is the meaning of this! You were going to go back on your word?! You were going to break the agreement to join our schools?!" Soun hollered.
"Of course not! I never intended to honour any of those other engagements!" Genma exclaimed.
"Oh." the giant head exclaimed, then deflated as Soun returned to his ordinary normal self. "That's all right, then." he finished and seated himself again, as if nothing had happened. /Crazy... They're both crazy.../ Ranma thought, shaking his head in dismay.
"Pops... Pops... Pops..." Ranma chanted, rubbing his temples. "I just *know* that all your mistakes are going to come back to haunt us one of these days..." he sighed, then looked up and composed himself again. "Well, girls. I suggest that you all retreat to discuss this amongst yourself in private. Don't let the two fools interfere." he suggested, nodding at Genma and Soun. "If the thought of being engaged to a sex-changing Martial Artist with several other fiancée's running around only Kami-sama knows where doesn't make you want to run off screaming in terror, let me know and we'll make it official. If it does, let me know and we'll try to come up with an honourable way to break the engagement off." he told them, then kicked his father. "This old fool might not care about honour, but I do." he finished, then looked down at Shampoo and nodded towards the Dojo. "Spar?" he inquired.
"Is good idea." Shampoo agreed with a nod, then her lips quirked upwards in a feral grin. "Shampoo want 'talk' with Airen about knowing have more then one fiancée, but no tell Shampoo about. Shampoo also want talk about now getting more fiancée. Shampoo think she let Bonbori do talking." she added and Ranma took two steps backwards, a nervous look on his face.
"Ahhh, on second thought..." he started, but Shampoo ignored him completely, grabbed hold of his pigtail and hauled him off towards the dojo. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" he yelped in pain as she repeatedly tugged at his hair to keep him in motion.
"Oh no, Airen. Come with Shampoo. Shampoo think spar too too good idea." she insisted as the two of them left the room, Ranma directing pleading looks for a rescue back towards the ones remaining.
"Help!" Ranma mouthed as he was dragged out of sight.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you watching the show/reading the manga in the first place?
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
*** Author Rant ***
I've been asked what sort of pairing I'm going for a couple of times now, so I figure I might just as well say something about it here.
All I can say for certain is, it's not going to wind up as a Ranma/Akane pairing, that's for certain. I've got thirteen Ranma 1/2 fics in the works right now and only one of them will be a Ranma/Akane fic. And the only reason I'm even writing that is because I got a request to do that particular fic after sharing a few of my story ideas with a few online friends.
As you may have noticed, Akane 'ain't exactly my favourite character. :) When it comes to the Tendo sisters, I've always figured that both Kasumi and Nabiki would make *far* better matches for Ranma then Akane ever would.
Anyhew, while it might certainly seem like a Ranma/Shampoo pairing right now, that most likely won't last all the way to The End. I *am* tempted to make it a Ranma/Shampoo/Kasumi-thing, where Ranma marries Kasumi for honour, but while he loves her, he's not *in* love with her... But what the hell, I'm also tempted to make it a Ranma/Hinako fic just for the heck of it, so the final pairing is still up in the air.
Hm, things probably aren't any more clear for y'all now then they were before reading this section, but what the heck. Why should you guys feel any more certain about it then I am? *evil grin*
*** Author Shutting Up ***
"If or when I do marry, I intend to marry because I love the girl in question, not because two deranged losers got drunk and decided it was a fine idea to marry off the children they expected to have one day!" Ranma responded.
"Aiya, Airen already engaged. Shampoo propose to Airen!" Shampoo interjected.
"Akane-Chan! How could you do such a cruel thing to your poor ol' uncle Happosai?" the demented old pervert in question exclaimed as he suddenly appeared in the doorway to the veranda, seemingly unaffected by his unscheduled flight with Air Akane, staring at Akane with big tears streaming from his eyes.
"Hoooboy, I think the boring period I was complaining about yesterday might finally be over." Nabiki commented with a wry grin, shaking her head with barely restrained mirth.
The conversation swiftly turned into a screaming match soon after that. Genma and Soun insisted that the two families would be joined, the schools united and not even Kasumi managed to cool them down or get them to agree to discuss the matter. Nabiki tried to look calm and composed, but would occasionally break out in amused giggles, before composing herself again. Akane was furious, screaming out her protests against the arrangement, loudly proclaiming her hatred for boys in general and Ranma in particular.
Happosai didn't care much, but didn't hesitate to offer himself up as a consolation price to the girls that didn't get to marry Ranma, sneak in a fondle or two at every opportunity he got and picking himself up from whatever wall or piece of furniture those fondles got him knocked into. Shampoo passionately opposed Genma and Soun, insisting that she was the one to marry Ranma and being just as relentless in her proclamations as the two fathers.
Ranma didn't involve himself in the matter, having moved out of the immediate area around the table. He was now at the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall as he observed the proceedings and participants with a curious gaze. /God, she's beautiful.../ he thought as his gaze absently raked over Shampoo's finely proportioned body, just barely covered by the form-hugging dress she wore. He hastily ignored Genma, Happosai and Soun, all three were just as big idiots in his opinion and neither of them worth his attention. That just left the three Tendo girls.
Kasumi. /Beautiful, classic beauty in all it's glory./ he decided as his gaze locked onto the eldest of the three. The dress hid her body, obscuring the forms underneath it. But he'd seen the graceful way with which she moved, he'd seen the nearly supernatural calm and peacefulness which surrounded her. She was older then him, but not by much. Her serenity made it difficult for any normal man to picture her as anything but an angel descended from the heavens, too far out of his league to even consider as a potential wife despite her perfection. However, long days of training under Happosai and certain techniques learnt from the demented old master swiftly overcame that problem. Whatever Ranma was now, 'normal' certainly wasn't it. /Yes. Classic beauty, with a body to die for./ he concluded after having used one of Happosai's aura-watching techniques to determine the shape, firmness and flexibility of her body, as well as the form and texture of her underwear, all which were hidden from rowing eyes, but not Ki-sight, underneath her dress.
Nabiki. /Seeeeeeexy, with a smile to die for.../ he mentally purred as his gaze moved over to her. Whereas Kasumi was beautiful and radiated serenity, Nabiki radiated something far more naughty, something far more sexual in nature. The kimono she wore was not as concealing as Kasumi's dress and he didn't need any special techniques to see that she too had a killer body. And when she succumbed to the giggles she struggled so against, her smile was just heavenly. Her eyes blazed with mischief and that she revelled in fun and excitement was plain to see. Being engaged to her would never be boring, that was for sure. He was also fairly certain that she'd be terrific in the sack.
Akane. /Hard to tell, what with that whole rage-thing she's got going for her./ he sighed in the safety of his own mind. Considering the Gi she wore, the likelihood of her being a Martial Artist of some sort was high. Not a very good one though. Her balance was all outta whack, her temper was allowed free rein and it was plain to see that she didn't have the control and discipline needed to rise to the higher levels of the art. Shampoo could take her with both hands tied behind her back. Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but he suspected that she had a bit of growing left to do before she was done with it. She was a bit tomboyish now, but had definitive potential. He suspected that she would be cute if she'd just smile and in a few years, she might turn out to be just as beautiful as Kasumi. /Temper definitively has to go though, as she is now, she's not even in the running./ he decided.
He looked over the scene as a whole again, taking everything in. If it went on for any longer, the two fathers and Shampoo would most likely come to blows. He didn't doubt her ability to handle both those two morons, but as they were apparently going to stay here for a while, the stay would most likely be a smoother one if outright violence with the host could be avoided.
His gaze settled on Kasumi again, she'd done admirably in keeping things calm before the screaming argument started. If they were going to make some headway here today, he would need her working with him, not against him. That much was obvious. He made his way over to her and gently touched her right shoulder.
"Hey, Kasumi." he greeted her and she looked up in surprise at him as he crouched down beside her. "If you calm down your father and the master, I'll handle pops and Shampoo. Deal?" he inquired and was greeted with that radiant smile and a nod. He didn't miss the speculative and curious look Nabiki bestowed upon him though, she had not missed their little exchange. /The gal's got brains.../ he added to his mental file on the three Tendo girls, before he leapt over the table and grabbed both his father and Shampoo, one in each arm.
"Airen!" Shampoo exclaimed in surprise, then her lips curled up in a wide grin. "Airen want make too too sweet loving with Shampoo? With Pops watching? Aiya, Perverted Freak bad influence!"
"What? No! Boy! Let me down! I won't be a part of that! Let me down! You're going to marry a Tendo!" Genma hollered. "You can sow your oats until then, but I don't want to be around to watch it! Let me down!"
"Aw, knock it off. Both of you." Ranma told them, then kicked their legs out from underneath them, then plunked them down onto the floor where he held them down. "Your stupid argument is upsetting the Wa of this household." he berated them.
While this happened, Kasumi had silenced her father and gotten him to kneel at the table with nothing more then a gentle touch of his shoulder and a stern look that nearly caused her father to break down and cry. Happosai wasn't quite as easy to handle, but he too seated himself back at the table while grumbling and grunting under his breath. Ranma grinned at the sight, the fact that the eldest Tendo sister could actually rein in the old master was certainly a *huge* advantage for her.
"Well then, pops. I must say that I'm sorta surprised. You mean this is one engagement that you actually intend to go through with? This is so outta character for you! I thought it was just going to be ignored, just like all those other arrangements you've made over the years." Ranma exclaimed once the room was silent again. A proclamation which made Genma grow pale and Soun grow a big throbbing vein in his forehead.
"You... You... You know?" Genma croaked.
"Of course I do." Ranma agreed. "Master Happosai had to undo the blocks you placed on me in order for me to learn some of his techniques. Really, pops. If you weren't my father, I'd have broken every bone in your body by now." he stated with a shake of his head. "I assume the blocks you placed on my brain were to make sure that I would focus on the Art and not be distracted by more intellectual pursuits. Curbing my sex drive was probably done so that girls wouldn't become an issue either. No wonder I had such a hard time learning Master Happosai's techniques and get through those scrolls on Shihatsu, Acupuncture and Moxibustion. Having the blocks on my brain removed did *wonders* for my memory, Pops. How many engagements did you arrange over the years? I can remember five, but I guess you could have arranged a few more when I wasn't around to witness it."
"Saotome-kun! Is this true?!" Soun thundered and Ranma jumped back in surprise as the whole room was suddenly filled with a huge demonic version of Tendo Soun's head. He squinted and blinked in bewilderment, it was a battle aura of sorts, but he'd never seemed anything quite like it. His own were more of a hazy image surrounding his body, but this one seemed damned well near solid. He felt a shiver move down his spine, but couldn't quite understand why. It seemed as if this weird battle aura somehow drew out and amplified fear in those that witnessed it.
Ranma was impressed and mentally upgraded Soun's threat level a few notches. He hadn't been too impressed by what he'd seen of the other man. He didn't move the way he'd expected from a Martial Artist capable of pulling off advanced Ki manipulation and such a focused battle aura. The only thing he guessed might explain it was that Soun had slacked off in recent years, allowing his skills and abilities to degrade from lack of use. According to Genma and Happosai, Soun and Genma had been more or less equals in the Art when they parted ways several years ago. But from what he could see now, Genma by far surpassed Soun. Even if that trick with the aura was damned impressive!
"Yeah, it's true." Ranma replied as it didn't appear that his father was going to do so anytime soon, cowering as he was from Soun's intimidation technique. "He engaged me left and right in return for food or sake. Heck, he even engaged me to a boy once in return for an Okonomiyaki cart!"
"I did no such thing!" Genma protested. "Ukyo was a girl!" he amended.
"He... *WHAT*?!" Ranma shrieked. "Ucchan was a girl?!" he demanded, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, then he shook his head. "Thank Kami-sama, that makes so much more sense." he added after a while, exhaling in relief. "When I first remembered that incident, I figured you were even more demented then even I would have thought you capable of."
"Saotome-kun! What is the meaning of this! You were going to go back on your word?! You were going to break the agreement to join our schools?!" Soun hollered.
"Of course not! I never intended to honour any of those other engagements!" Genma exclaimed.
"Oh." the giant head exclaimed, then deflated as Soun returned to his ordinary normal self. "That's all right, then." he finished and seated himself again, as if nothing had happened. /Crazy... They're both crazy.../ Ranma thought, shaking his head in dismay.
"Pops... Pops... Pops..." Ranma chanted, rubbing his temples. "I just *know* that all your mistakes are going to come back to haunt us one of these days..." he sighed, then looked up and composed himself again. "Well, girls. I suggest that you all retreat to discuss this amongst yourself in private. Don't let the two fools interfere." he suggested, nodding at Genma and Soun. "If the thought of being engaged to a sex-changing Martial Artist with several other fiancée's running around only Kami-sama knows where doesn't make you want to run off screaming in terror, let me know and we'll make it official. If it does, let me know and we'll try to come up with an honourable way to break the engagement off." he told them, then kicked his father. "This old fool might not care about honour, but I do." he finished, then looked down at Shampoo and nodded towards the Dojo. "Spar?" he inquired.
"Is good idea." Shampoo agreed with a nod, then her lips quirked upwards in a feral grin. "Shampoo want 'talk' with Airen about knowing have more then one fiancée, but no tell Shampoo about. Shampoo also want talk about now getting more fiancée. Shampoo think she let Bonbori do talking." she added and Ranma took two steps backwards, a nervous look on his face.
"Ahhh, on second thought..." he started, but Shampoo ignored him completely, grabbed hold of his pigtail and hauled him off towards the dojo. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" he yelped in pain as she repeatedly tugged at his hair to keep him in motion.
"Oh no, Airen. Come with Shampoo. Shampoo think spar too too good idea." she insisted as the two of them left the room, Ranma directing pleading looks for a rescue back towards the ones remaining.
"Help!" Ranma mouthed as he was dragged out of sight.
The End! ( For now... )