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Ranma 1/2
'Tender Loving Care
"Now, feel the wrath of my FINAL TECHNIQUE!" Happosai bellowed, hunching over and crossing his arms in front of himself.
"Uh, Isn't it a bit early for ultimate attacks?" Ranma-chan asked nervously, backing up in subtle steps. This was not a good situation to be in, as he was hoping the ancient martial artist would not figure out his curse until he was prepared for it.
"HAPPO..."
Ranma braced himself to attack.
"FIRE..."
"This old trick again?" Ranma smirked to herself. So the old letch was planning on using that cruddy sealed technique of his...
"BARRAGE!!!!"
Hold on, he didn't say that last time, did he?
Ranma yelped, and backpedaled at the almost endless wave of bombs hurled towards him.
"Lesse you get away from that, you little puke..." Happosai growled ferally, as he watched his redheaded bane attempt to evade the attack. Sure he wanted to make Ranma suffer as he had, but no sense in letting him escape, yet again. The punk just had a way of managing luck on his side.
The bombs were upon Ranma, and she could do nothing more than close her eyes and brace against the upcoming explosion. Fortunatly, since she couldn't see where she was going, her foot slipped off the edge of the roof.
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"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Yuri asked, turning back to where Ranma had dissappeared.
"Oh no, SWEET RANMA!" Rouge called out, pulling out a plastic bottle, and dousing her head. The five remaining girls stared at the golden goddess, as she launched into the air. Her blast off produced enough force to push the girls to the ground...
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Happosai's face darkened, as he watched Ranma slip off the roof, just as the explosions happened. The far part of the roof collapsed with the blast, probably burying Ranma. The ancient pervert was not convinced of the pigtailed girl's demise, and leapt down to find the body. Just as he hit the ground, he caught a redhead flash bounding back into the air and onto the rooftops.
"No, you will not get away this time," The old man growled, and piled on his speed to follow. In only but a few scant seconds, Happosai was on top of the retreating redhead, and used his pipe to send her flying backwards.
Ranma rolled with the momentum into sitting position, while trying to figure out a way out of this one, she doubted sweet talking would work as well for Happosai as it did for Rouge, particularly for the reason the old former letch was so ticked at her. Maybe he could be pacified.
The sudden appearance of the bomb between her legs quelled that thought all together...
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Ashura looked down and surveyed the battle below. She wanted to save her sweet Ranma, but that would mean going against Happosai. She owed too much to the old martial artist that even somewhat served as a father figure, but if she didn't do something soon, Ranma wasn't long for the world.
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Ranma backflipped away from the bomb, and was sidechecked by Happosai. The redhead was increasingly becoming concerned about Happosai's speed, the only thing that was keeping her alive was the fact that the old man seemed to want to cripple her before killing her.
Happosai was waiting for the redhead in the spot she was stumbling to, shoved a lit bomb into her grasp, and then launched her away over the rooftops with a tap of his pipe. In the distance where Happosai anticipated Ranma to have landed, a massive explosion occured.
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Ranma pulled herself from down the subway stairs she dove into to avoid the blast. Happosai would be there any moment to check for her corpse, so she had only but a few seconds to...
"You little Puke! What does it take to be rid of you?"
Ranma groaned at the sight of the Anything Goes master, "You're really overblowing this, you know?"
"You took my only joy in life away. For that I expect you to die a thousand fold!" the former old pervert growled, while stalking towards his prey.
"Where have I heard that before?" Ranma mumbled to herself, "Hey, look, I did ya a favor! Your behavior wasn't good for an old coot like you! I mean stealing women's underwear and all..." Ranma took another step back as Happosai's battle aura flaired violently, and decided to try another tactic.
"Hey, it's not like there isn't a cure, you know?"
"WHAT CURE!!!!" Happosai yelled in an enhanced ki voice that caused the area to rumble, Ranma smirked to herself as she started slowly down the stairs.
"Uh, well, I'm pretty sure they would have one. I mean I would think Chinese farmers wouldn't use herbs to neuter cattle if they wanted it permenant..."
Happosai's eye's narrowed even further, and decided to test his hypothosis, "So, you used the infidel's herb in that tobacco you gave me..."
Ranma paused, and blinked, "Uh, yeah, you know about it?" Ranma was surprised the old man knew about it.
"YOU IDIOT!!!!!" Happosai screamed, causing the ground to shake once more, threatening the stability of it, "NOT ONLY IS IT *PERMENANT*, BUT IT RAISES ESTROGEN LEVELS!!!!"
"So you're a bit more sympathetic to Rouge during her cycle," Ranma had Happosai set up right where she wanted him.
"YOU DIE!!!!" The old man leapt, wanting nothing more than to rip the redhead apart with his bare hands. Ranma let her smirk slip, and leapt all the way down the stairs, while tossing a rock into the roof. It impacted, causing the whole stairway roof to crumble onto the top of Happosai.
Ranma took the oppurtunity and ran, meandering through the the droves of people until she found the tunnels and a random subway train that was speeding by to leap onto the side. Happosai didn't take but a few seconds to dig his way out of the rubble, and spotted the redhead easily in the crowd. There weren't many Japanese girls with a crop of vibrant red hair.
The ancient martial arts master managed to catch the tail end of the train, and quickly started to make his way to were his prey was. Ranma caught sight of the old man and rolled her eyes.
"What does it take to lose this freak?" she said, as the martial arts master made it to her. Ranma swung herself to the top of the train as soon as it reached outside, and took a stance. Happosai rushed her before she could defend, and knocked her to the side. Ranma barely managed to catch the side of subway train with one hand, saving herself from an unpleasant fall. Happosai lept a couple of meters up the train, pulled out his pipe, started smoking it, and then angled the pipe end backwards. The old man smiled, as he tapped it, sending the wad of hot ash from it, and watched as it landed on Ranma's hand.
"OW! HOT!" the redhead screamed, pushing her legs off the side of the train to launch herself away as she cradled her burnt hand. Ranma landed on the roof of a house and kept running, with Happosai hot on her trail.
Ranma realized that she wasn't going to be able to just 'lose' Happosai, and that she would have to make a stand. With her decision made, the pigtailed girl dropped down to the ground, and ran onto one of the streets of the lower class neighborhood.
Happosai found Ranma in a stance, ready to fight him, "So, you're not gonna run for your pathetic life? I'll tell you right now you have a better chance of escaping me than defeating me." Happosai twirled his pipe, and held it out and up to the side with his other hand foward in defense, "Well then you little punk, lesse what you got."
Ranma rushed Happosai, attacking as fast as she could. "Come on, come on..." She chanted in mantra in her head, using the Chestnut fist she had picked up without the Amazons knowing. Her attacks stayed just a few scant millimeters from connecting with the old man, and she hoped it wasn't because he was toying with her.
"Pah! Pathetic! And to think I chose you to be my heir!" The old man taunted.
Ranma-chan had to retort, "This is all the effort an old freak who can't get it to stand about face at the sight of one of your precious 'pretty ladies' that you deserve! You shouldn'ta touched me like that, you old letch, because you got what you deserved so take *THAT* in your pipe and smoke it!"
Happosai's aura grew even bigger than Ranma had ever seen it, must have hit a nerve.
"You. Will. Die." Happosai said plainly, but finally. Ranma smiled brightly, it was about time!
Her celebration was cut off by the sound of a loud boom, and her body being sent flying almost a quarter mile down the street. She rolled along the ground and bounced a few times before coming to a stop. Happosai had managed to tag a few of her pressure points, rendering her leg numb, but slightly usable, unlike her dangling right arm. At the sight of Happosai rushing towards her, Ranma ran into an alleyway.
The old martial arts master turned the corner to find his prey stumbled over a trash heap. Happosai had to chuckle at the poetic justice of it all, "So, Ranma my Boy, you managed to trick my dear Rouge into forgiving you, but that doesn't matter now." The old man leapt onto an overturned trashcan, and pulled out another bomb, and lit the fuse, "In time, she will forget about you."
"Uh, I guess this is the end then," Ranma said with a smile.
"It isn't as satisfying that you welcome death so openly, but my honor demands your demise. Shame really, you had so much potential too."
"Then I guess this is good-bye?" the redhead was still smiling like she had won.
"You got it, you little puke!"
"Well then, good bye!" Ranma-chan said, waving with her good hand.
"GOOD B-," Happosai was cut off by the loud boom of the bomb that Ranma-chan had managed to sneak from the old man during their hand to hand combat exploding in the overturned trashcan the old pervert was standing on. Happosai was launched high into the air, becoming a dot in the sky. A second explosion ensued, that brightened up the dimming evening.
Ranma sighed at her victory, though knew Happosai wasn't gone in the least. Now that he knew who Ranma was and where she was staying, she would have to prepare for the next encounter. She would assuradly not be as lucky next time.
"Is you okay?" A female accented voice asked from a distance, causing Ranma's blood to run cold. Into his sight came a surprised small party of warrior women with unusual hair colors. Their respressions turned into snarls once realization dawned upon them.
"Ranma..."
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Ranma 1/2
'Tender Loving Care
"Now, feel the wrath of my FINAL TECHNIQUE!" Happosai bellowed, hunching over and crossing his arms in front of himself.
"Uh, Isn't it a bit early for ultimate attacks?" Ranma-chan asked nervously, backing up in subtle steps. This was not a good situation to be in, as he was hoping the ancient martial artist would not figure out his curse until he was prepared for it.
"HAPPO..."
Ranma braced himself to attack.
"FIRE..."
"This old trick again?" Ranma smirked to herself. So the old letch was planning on using that cruddy sealed technique of his...
"BARRAGE!!!!"
Hold on, he didn't say that last time, did he?
Ranma yelped, and backpedaled at the almost endless wave of bombs hurled towards him.
"Lesse you get away from that, you little puke..." Happosai growled ferally, as he watched his redheaded bane attempt to evade the attack. Sure he wanted to make Ranma suffer as he had, but no sense in letting him escape, yet again. The punk just had a way of managing luck on his side.
The bombs were upon Ranma, and she could do nothing more than close her eyes and brace against the upcoming explosion. Fortunatly, since she couldn't see where she was going, her foot slipped off the edge of the roof.
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"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Yuri asked, turning back to where Ranma had dissappeared.
"Oh no, SWEET RANMA!" Rouge called out, pulling out a plastic bottle, and dousing her head. The five remaining girls stared at the golden goddess, as she launched into the air. Her blast off produced enough force to push the girls to the ground...
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Happosai's face darkened, as he watched Ranma slip off the roof, just as the explosions happened. The far part of the roof collapsed with the blast, probably burying Ranma. The ancient pervert was not convinced of the pigtailed girl's demise, and leapt down to find the body. Just as he hit the ground, he caught a redhead flash bounding back into the air and onto the rooftops.
"No, you will not get away this time," The old man growled, and piled on his speed to follow. In only but a few scant seconds, Happosai was on top of the retreating redhead, and used his pipe to send her flying backwards.
Ranma rolled with the momentum into sitting position, while trying to figure out a way out of this one, she doubted sweet talking would work as well for Happosai as it did for Rouge, particularly for the reason the old former letch was so ticked at her. Maybe he could be pacified.
The sudden appearance of the bomb between her legs quelled that thought all together...
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Ashura looked down and surveyed the battle below. She wanted to save her sweet Ranma, but that would mean going against Happosai. She owed too much to the old martial artist that even somewhat served as a father figure, but if she didn't do something soon, Ranma wasn't long for the world.
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Ranma backflipped away from the bomb, and was sidechecked by Happosai. The redhead was increasingly becoming concerned about Happosai's speed, the only thing that was keeping her alive was the fact that the old man seemed to want to cripple her before killing her.
Happosai was waiting for the redhead in the spot she was stumbling to, shoved a lit bomb into her grasp, and then launched her away over the rooftops with a tap of his pipe. In the distance where Happosai anticipated Ranma to have landed, a massive explosion occured.
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Ranma pulled herself from down the subway stairs she dove into to avoid the blast. Happosai would be there any moment to check for her corpse, so she had only but a few seconds to...
"You little Puke! What does it take to be rid of you?"
Ranma groaned at the sight of the Anything Goes master, "You're really overblowing this, you know?"
"You took my only joy in life away. For that I expect you to die a thousand fold!" the former old pervert growled, while stalking towards his prey.
"Where have I heard that before?" Ranma mumbled to herself, "Hey, look, I did ya a favor! Your behavior wasn't good for an old coot like you! I mean stealing women's underwear and all..." Ranma took another step back as Happosai's battle aura flaired violently, and decided to try another tactic.
"Hey, it's not like there isn't a cure, you know?"
"WHAT CURE!!!!" Happosai yelled in an enhanced ki voice that caused the area to rumble, Ranma smirked to herself as she started slowly down the stairs.
"Uh, well, I'm pretty sure they would have one. I mean I would think Chinese farmers wouldn't use herbs to neuter cattle if they wanted it permenant..."
Happosai's eye's narrowed even further, and decided to test his hypothosis, "So, you used the infidel's herb in that tobacco you gave me..."
Ranma paused, and blinked, "Uh, yeah, you know about it?" Ranma was surprised the old man knew about it.
"YOU IDIOT!!!!!" Happosai screamed, causing the ground to shake once more, threatening the stability of it, "NOT ONLY IS IT *PERMENANT*, BUT IT RAISES ESTROGEN LEVELS!!!!"
"So you're a bit more sympathetic to Rouge during her cycle," Ranma had Happosai set up right where she wanted him.
"YOU DIE!!!!" The old man leapt, wanting nothing more than to rip the redhead apart with his bare hands. Ranma let her smirk slip, and leapt all the way down the stairs, while tossing a rock into the roof. It impacted, causing the whole stairway roof to crumble onto the top of Happosai.
Ranma took the oppurtunity and ran, meandering through the the droves of people until she found the tunnels and a random subway train that was speeding by to leap onto the side. Happosai didn't take but a few seconds to dig his way out of the rubble, and spotted the redhead easily in the crowd. There weren't many Japanese girls with a crop of vibrant red hair.
The ancient martial arts master managed to catch the tail end of the train, and quickly started to make his way to were his prey was. Ranma caught sight of the old man and rolled her eyes.
"What does it take to lose this freak?" she said, as the martial arts master made it to her. Ranma swung herself to the top of the train as soon as it reached outside, and took a stance. Happosai rushed her before she could defend, and knocked her to the side. Ranma barely managed to catch the side of subway train with one hand, saving herself from an unpleasant fall. Happosai lept a couple of meters up the train, pulled out his pipe, started smoking it, and then angled the pipe end backwards. The old man smiled, as he tapped it, sending the wad of hot ash from it, and watched as it landed on Ranma's hand.
"OW! HOT!" the redhead screamed, pushing her legs off the side of the train to launch herself away as she cradled her burnt hand. Ranma landed on the roof of a house and kept running, with Happosai hot on her trail.
Ranma realized that she wasn't going to be able to just 'lose' Happosai, and that she would have to make a stand. With her decision made, the pigtailed girl dropped down to the ground, and ran onto one of the streets of the lower class neighborhood.
Happosai found Ranma in a stance, ready to fight him, "So, you're not gonna run for your pathetic life? I'll tell you right now you have a better chance of escaping me than defeating me." Happosai twirled his pipe, and held it out and up to the side with his other hand foward in defense, "Well then you little punk, lesse what you got."
Ranma rushed Happosai, attacking as fast as she could. "Come on, come on..." She chanted in mantra in her head, using the Chestnut fist she had picked up without the Amazons knowing. Her attacks stayed just a few scant millimeters from connecting with the old man, and she hoped it wasn't because he was toying with her.
"Pah! Pathetic! And to think I chose you to be my heir!" The old man taunted.
Ranma-chan had to retort, "This is all the effort an old freak who can't get it to stand about face at the sight of one of your precious 'pretty ladies' that you deserve! You shouldn'ta touched me like that, you old letch, because you got what you deserved so take *THAT* in your pipe and smoke it!"
Happosai's aura grew even bigger than Ranma had ever seen it, must have hit a nerve.
"You. Will. Die." Happosai said plainly, but finally. Ranma smiled brightly, it was about time!
Her celebration was cut off by the sound of a loud boom, and her body being sent flying almost a quarter mile down the street. She rolled along the ground and bounced a few times before coming to a stop. Happosai had managed to tag a few of her pressure points, rendering her leg numb, but slightly usable, unlike her dangling right arm. At the sight of Happosai rushing towards her, Ranma ran into an alleyway.
The old martial arts master turned the corner to find his prey stumbled over a trash heap. Happosai had to chuckle at the poetic justice of it all, "So, Ranma my Boy, you managed to trick my dear Rouge into forgiving you, but that doesn't matter now." The old man leapt onto an overturned trashcan, and pulled out another bomb, and lit the fuse, "In time, she will forget about you."
"Uh, I guess this is the end then," Ranma said with a smile.
"It isn't as satisfying that you welcome death so openly, but my honor demands your demise. Shame really, you had so much potential too."
"Then I guess this is good-bye?" the redhead was still smiling like she had won.
"You got it, you little puke!"
"Well then, good bye!" Ranma-chan said, waving with her good hand.
"GOOD B-," Happosai was cut off by the loud boom of the bomb that Ranma-chan had managed to sneak from the old man during their hand to hand combat exploding in the overturned trashcan the old pervert was standing on. Happosai was launched high into the air, becoming a dot in the sky. A second explosion ensued, that brightened up the dimming evening.
Ranma sighed at her victory, though knew Happosai wasn't gone in the least. Now that he knew who Ranma was and where she was staying, she would have to prepare for the next encounter. She would assuradly not be as lucky next time.
"Is you okay?" A female accented voice asked from a distance, causing Ranma's blood to run cold. Into his sight came a surprised small party of warrior women with unusual hair colors. Their respressions turned into snarls once realization dawned upon them.
"Ranma..."