'Tender Loving Care'
"How should we deal with this?" Kasumi asked, pacing about Nabiki's room.
"Well, we both realized that she's going to be targeting Ranma pretty much exclusively. It's no accident that she suddenly regressed back to deliquency, Ranma ticked her off something royally."
"Well brilliant deducing, Madam Sherlock," Kasumi replied, glaring at her sister, "But we still have the question of WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT *TWO* OF THE LITTLE HEATHENS?!?"
Nabiki backed away from her sister's nearly fully vented rage, waving her hands to placate the other girl, "Waitaminutewaitaminute to let me finish!" Nabiki took a deep breath, once Kasumi stopped looming over her, "Now, we both know that this probably won't end until one of them is no longer standing. Knowing what Akane's capable of, we may as well say our goodbyes to Ranma while we still can."
"Kamisama," Kasumi whimpered, "can you IMAGINE the fallout that's going to happen? Nothing will be left of our home!"
Nabiki smirked, deviously, "That's why we make sure they're as far away as they can be, while they're at each other's throats." Kasumi's expression showed how much she liked the idea.
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Bunny stared up at the knife that was just seconds away from being untangled from the thread that held it supported above him. At least he got a chance to glare at Akane, as she was changing into her gi, and vocalize in rabbit-speak just what he thought of her, one last time.
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As the loose knot came undone, the rabbit closed it's eyes, unheeding of the black blur that darted over him. Once he noticed that he felt no extra cavities in him, Bunny finally opened one eye to peek.
Beside him, stood a black cat with a orange tigerstriped bandanna around its neck, holding the butcher knife in its mouth. With a casual flick of its head, the knife was imbedded into the far wall.
The cat looked at the rabbit with a puzzled expression, before meowing. Bunny could only blink in discomprehension, as the cat's forehead furrowed in agitation. It leapt from the desk, and lept out the window, attempting to find its way.
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Ranma stood easily across from Akane, who was smiling brilliantly at him. "Are you ready, Ranma?" The raven-haired girl asked, brushing her long hair over her shoulder.
"I guess, ready as I'll ever be," the pigtailed boy replied, oblivious to Akane's newfound concience-less freedom.
"Alright!" Akane went into stance, her face firming in concentration, "HERE I-!"
"What the Hell are we supposed to do about *two* of the little heathens?!?"
Ranma blinked, and glanced questioningly towards Akane.
Akane could only shrug back, "Kasumi's easily excitable, sometimes. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, HERE I COME!" The girl launched herself at the other martial artist with a flurry of attacks. Ranma easily evaded them, but was being forced to back away from the strikes.
Akane's fist went through the wall, right behind Ranma, just as he almost casually stepped to the side. With a growl, Akane torqued her fist through the dojo's wooden wall for a crossing hook towards Ranma. He effortlessly backed away from the attack, and seemed unconcerned about Akane's growing anger.
"Can't you do anything other than dodge, you jerk!" Akane bellowed, attempting to take the other's head off with an inner crescent kick.
Ranma shrugged, before ducking the attack, and ignored the sound of her foot crashing into the wall, "Well, yeah, but you have to earn it, first!"
"YOU CONCEITED JERK! Akane shouted, renewing her vigor. Ranma weaved through her attacks, enjoying her growing irritation.
"Gee, for a martial artist, you sure get angry, easily." he stated, nonchilantly. That earned him a low growl from the other girl. Ranma seemed to consider this, as he bent backwards from a back fist that crashed into the wall beside him, "You know? All that anger makes you pretty predictable, and you're gonna be lead around by the nose during a real fight."
"MAYBE IF YOU STOOD STILL, AND FOUGHT LIKE A MAN WOULD..." Ranma vaulted over her lunging knee, that created a sizable hole in the wall that was behind him.
"Gee, you got a temper. Don't you know the art is supposed to be about self-dicipline?" Ranma teased, before sticking his tongue out at Akane. That was enough to keep Akane boiled over, as she chased him around the dojo, wildly throwing blows about.
Akane stopped, just as Ranma jumped back into a corner. "Ya give up yet?" Ranma asked in a slightly condesending tone, "With as hard as you were working to even touch me, you're starting to make the whole dojo gamey." He made a show of going to the nearest window, and opening it to air the place out.
Akane fumed, before turning away, sniffing in distain, "Fine, if you're not going to help me train, I'll just go somewhere else!" With that, she stormed to the entrance of the dojo, stepped out, and slammed the door behind her in her fury...
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"Stupid old man! Did you HAVE to use that much powder in those bombs of yours?" Pantyhose Saotome, husband to Ranma Saotome, seethed.
Well, seethed as much as he possibly could in a full-body cast.
"Shut up, you," Happosai retorted, nowhere near as banged up as the other two room occupants, but enough to warrent an extended hospital stay, "They were meant to kill Ranma! If ya ask me, I need to mix a more powerful batch, next time!"
"All good and dandy, but how about giving us a few minutes to get out of the blast radius," the Texan in traction, Creed, requested, sarcastically.
"Nu-uh" Pantyhose Saotome interjected, "The only person who gets the honor of turning Ranma into so much stone-ground paste, is *me*! And that doesn't happen until we get our divorce!"
"So, 'She' got you too, huh?"
Pantyhose Saotome looked at Creed, "What do you mean, 'Got me too'?"
The Texan ignored the question, instead replying with one of his own, "Why don'tcha jus' get an annullment?" Creed asked, "I reckon if you know what we all should know about Ranma, you didn't do anythin' with him... didja?"
Saotome seethed, "No, but our culture doesn't practice annulments. We are binded as soon as the vows are made. The only way I can get out of this with at least some of my dignity attached is through divorce."
"Ah, but you still remain branded, Tough ride, pard'ner!"
"That's what you get for trying to have your name changed. 'Pantyhose Tarou' was a perfect name!"
Pantyhose Saotome growled, "Listen, you old jerk! I wouldn't be in this if you had just given me a REAL name like... QUIT LAUGHING, YOU IDIOT!"
"Your... your name was.. P-Pantyhose Tarou?" The Texan asked, trying, but in vain, to hold his laughter in.
"And now it's 'Pantyhose Saotome'," Happosai stated, "To be associated with that lout of a family... well, you reap what you sow, boy, but you'll always be my 'Pantyhose Tarou'!"
"Why you... if I only had some water, I'd..."
"Well why didn't you say so, you little ingrate puke?" Happosai picked up his glass of water, and tossed it at the cursed young man.
Several doctors and nurses rushed in, and stared in confused wonder at the strange beast that had parts of a demolished full body cast over its mangled limbs, once again misaligned by the transformation.
"Serves you right," Happosai mumbled, before going back to attempting to read his girlie magazine, while Creed kept laughing at the riot nearby. The grandmaster of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts threw the magazine against the wall, in fustration.
"Ranma, I promise you you'll pay for what you did to your master!"
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"Hello!" Rouge called out, announcing herself as she let herself into the Tendou home, "I have come by to see Ran-"
::CRASH!!!::
Rouge blinked twice, as she saw Mr. Tendou blazing from his room, towards the origin of the loud noise, just as Nabiki and Kasumi flew down the stairs, also heading for the back yard.
The cursed young woman gave chase, and shortly was forced to stop at the backs of the frozen Tendous. Rouge looked over at where they were, with a confused expession, while Soun, Nabiki, and Kasumi gaped in disbelieving horror, and Genma-panda continued playing with a tire, just happy he wasn't involved this time.
Akane was skipping towards them, with a happy-go-lucky expression on her face, apparently unconcerned for the ruins of the dojo behind her.
"Hi Daddy, I hope I wasn't making too much noise," the youngest Tendou greeted with a touch of concern in her voice. She patted her father's shoulder, before stepping past him, and into the house. The Tendou Patriarch didn't even seem to hear his daughter, as he was still rigid with shock.
"My... my..."
"The..." Kasumi started.
"Dojo..." Nabiki finished, in a disbelieving tone.
"What is wrong? What's Ranma doing standing in the middle of that pile of firewood?" Rouge asked, not aware of what just happened.
Ranma stood in the frame of the fallen window he had opened, with his hand still raised in the position from opening the window. He had been watching Akane skip away with a complete 180 in her attitude, as soon as she had slammed the door behind herself. The pigtailed trickster blinked, before narrowing his eyes at her back.
"How should we deal with this?" Kasumi asked, pacing about Nabiki's room.
"Well, we both realized that she's going to be targeting Ranma pretty much exclusively. It's no accident that she suddenly regressed back to deliquency, Ranma ticked her off something royally."
"Well brilliant deducing, Madam Sherlock," Kasumi replied, glaring at her sister, "But we still have the question of WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT *TWO* OF THE LITTLE HEATHENS?!?"
Nabiki backed away from her sister's nearly fully vented rage, waving her hands to placate the other girl, "Waitaminutewaitaminute to let me finish!" Nabiki took a deep breath, once Kasumi stopped looming over her, "Now, we both know that this probably won't end until one of them is no longer standing. Knowing what Akane's capable of, we may as well say our goodbyes to Ranma while we still can."
"Kamisama," Kasumi whimpered, "can you IMAGINE the fallout that's going to happen? Nothing will be left of our home!"
Nabiki smirked, deviously, "That's why we make sure they're as far away as they can be, while they're at each other's throats." Kasumi's expression showed how much she liked the idea.
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Bunny stared up at the knife that was just seconds away from being untangled from the thread that held it supported above him. At least he got a chance to glare at Akane, as she was changing into her gi, and vocalize in rabbit-speak just what he thought of her, one last time.
:snip:
As the loose knot came undone, the rabbit closed it's eyes, unheeding of the black blur that darted over him. Once he noticed that he felt no extra cavities in him, Bunny finally opened one eye to peek.
Beside him, stood a black cat with a orange tigerstriped bandanna around its neck, holding the butcher knife in its mouth. With a casual flick of its head, the knife was imbedded into the far wall.
The cat looked at the rabbit with a puzzled expression, before meowing. Bunny could only blink in discomprehension, as the cat's forehead furrowed in agitation. It leapt from the desk, and lept out the window, attempting to find its way.
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Ranma stood easily across from Akane, who was smiling brilliantly at him. "Are you ready, Ranma?" The raven-haired girl asked, brushing her long hair over her shoulder.
"I guess, ready as I'll ever be," the pigtailed boy replied, oblivious to Akane's newfound concience-less freedom.
"Alright!" Akane went into stance, her face firming in concentration, "HERE I-!"
"What the Hell are we supposed to do about *two* of the little heathens?!?"
Ranma blinked, and glanced questioningly towards Akane.
Akane could only shrug back, "Kasumi's easily excitable, sometimes. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, HERE I COME!" The girl launched herself at the other martial artist with a flurry of attacks. Ranma easily evaded them, but was being forced to back away from the strikes.
Akane's fist went through the wall, right behind Ranma, just as he almost casually stepped to the side. With a growl, Akane torqued her fist through the dojo's wooden wall for a crossing hook towards Ranma. He effortlessly backed away from the attack, and seemed unconcerned about Akane's growing anger.
"Can't you do anything other than dodge, you jerk!" Akane bellowed, attempting to take the other's head off with an inner crescent kick.
Ranma shrugged, before ducking the attack, and ignored the sound of her foot crashing into the wall, "Well, yeah, but you have to earn it, first!"
"YOU CONCEITED JERK! Akane shouted, renewing her vigor. Ranma weaved through her attacks, enjoying her growing irritation.
"Gee, for a martial artist, you sure get angry, easily." he stated, nonchilantly. That earned him a low growl from the other girl. Ranma seemed to consider this, as he bent backwards from a back fist that crashed into the wall beside him, "You know? All that anger makes you pretty predictable, and you're gonna be lead around by the nose during a real fight."
"MAYBE IF YOU STOOD STILL, AND FOUGHT LIKE A MAN WOULD..." Ranma vaulted over her lunging knee, that created a sizable hole in the wall that was behind him.
"Gee, you got a temper. Don't you know the art is supposed to be about self-dicipline?" Ranma teased, before sticking his tongue out at Akane. That was enough to keep Akane boiled over, as she chased him around the dojo, wildly throwing blows about.
Akane stopped, just as Ranma jumped back into a corner. "Ya give up yet?" Ranma asked in a slightly condesending tone, "With as hard as you were working to even touch me, you're starting to make the whole dojo gamey." He made a show of going to the nearest window, and opening it to air the place out.
Akane fumed, before turning away, sniffing in distain, "Fine, if you're not going to help me train, I'll just go somewhere else!" With that, she stormed to the entrance of the dojo, stepped out, and slammed the door behind her in her fury...
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"Stupid old man! Did you HAVE to use that much powder in those bombs of yours?" Pantyhose Saotome, husband to Ranma Saotome, seethed.
Well, seethed as much as he possibly could in a full-body cast.
"Shut up, you," Happosai retorted, nowhere near as banged up as the other two room occupants, but enough to warrent an extended hospital stay, "They were meant to kill Ranma! If ya ask me, I need to mix a more powerful batch, next time!"
"All good and dandy, but how about giving us a few minutes to get out of the blast radius," the Texan in traction, Creed, requested, sarcastically.
"Nu-uh" Pantyhose Saotome interjected, "The only person who gets the honor of turning Ranma into so much stone-ground paste, is *me*! And that doesn't happen until we get our divorce!"
"So, 'She' got you too, huh?"
Pantyhose Saotome looked at Creed, "What do you mean, 'Got me too'?"
The Texan ignored the question, instead replying with one of his own, "Why don'tcha jus' get an annullment?" Creed asked, "I reckon if you know what we all should know about Ranma, you didn't do anythin' with him... didja?"
Saotome seethed, "No, but our culture doesn't practice annulments. We are binded as soon as the vows are made. The only way I can get out of this with at least some of my dignity attached is through divorce."
"Ah, but you still remain branded, Tough ride, pard'ner!"
"That's what you get for trying to have your name changed. 'Pantyhose Tarou' was a perfect name!"
Pantyhose Saotome growled, "Listen, you old jerk! I wouldn't be in this if you had just given me a REAL name like... QUIT LAUGHING, YOU IDIOT!"
"Your... your name was.. P-Pantyhose Tarou?" The Texan asked, trying, but in vain, to hold his laughter in.
"And now it's 'Pantyhose Saotome'," Happosai stated, "To be associated with that lout of a family... well, you reap what you sow, boy, but you'll always be my 'Pantyhose Tarou'!"
"Why you... if I only had some water, I'd..."
"Well why didn't you say so, you little ingrate puke?" Happosai picked up his glass of water, and tossed it at the cursed young man.
Several doctors and nurses rushed in, and stared in confused wonder at the strange beast that had parts of a demolished full body cast over its mangled limbs, once again misaligned by the transformation.
"Serves you right," Happosai mumbled, before going back to attempting to read his girlie magazine, while Creed kept laughing at the riot nearby. The grandmaster of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts threw the magazine against the wall, in fustration.
"Ranma, I promise you you'll pay for what you did to your master!"
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"Hello!" Rouge called out, announcing herself as she let herself into the Tendou home, "I have come by to see Ran-"
::CRASH!!!::
Rouge blinked twice, as she saw Mr. Tendou blazing from his room, towards the origin of the loud noise, just as Nabiki and Kasumi flew down the stairs, also heading for the back yard.
The cursed young woman gave chase, and shortly was forced to stop at the backs of the frozen Tendous. Rouge looked over at where they were, with a confused expession, while Soun, Nabiki, and Kasumi gaped in disbelieving horror, and Genma-panda continued playing with a tire, just happy he wasn't involved this time.
Akane was skipping towards them, with a happy-go-lucky expression on her face, apparently unconcerned for the ruins of the dojo behind her.
"Hi Daddy, I hope I wasn't making too much noise," the youngest Tendou greeted with a touch of concern in her voice. She patted her father's shoulder, before stepping past him, and into the house. The Tendou Patriarch didn't even seem to hear his daughter, as he was still rigid with shock.
"My... my..."
"The..." Kasumi started.
"Dojo..." Nabiki finished, in a disbelieving tone.
"What is wrong? What's Ranma doing standing in the middle of that pile of firewood?" Rouge asked, not aware of what just happened.
Ranma stood in the frame of the fallen window he had opened, with his hand still raised in the position from opening the window. He had been watching Akane skip away with a complete 180 in her attitude, as soon as she had slammed the door behind herself. The pigtailed trickster blinked, before narrowing his eyes at her back.