'Tender Loving Care'
"Here she comes!" One of the boys shouted out from his lookout perch.
"Good, this, we pledge, shall be the day we are finally victorious over Akane Tendou, and earn the right to date her!" The boy in hockey gear joined in the cheers around him after his speech. True, someone had to always give the same proclimation, and it was always fruitless, but it was much like a school pep rally against a rivaling team they hadn't beaten in years. Even with the odds heavily against their favor, they would keep hope.
"Hey, Nabiki's girlfriend, Ranma's with her... you don't think...?" the boy assigned to lookout trailed off, fearful that the middle Tendou sister had the girl back her little sister up this time.
"Maybe if we beat them both, we can earn a date with the two of them at once!" Every boys' mind lit up, as they became focused on the battle nearly tenfold. The image of Akane and the girl favoring redhead provided more motivation than any prep speech ever could.
"That's weird... Akane hadn't broken into a run yet!"
The small army of boys looked up at their scout in the tree, confused. "Maybe she's going to just submit to us?"
The boy baulked, as he watched Akane through his binoculars, "She's.... she's smiling..." That threw the gang into even more confusion. Unsure of what had gotten into Akane, they decided they would graciously ask her what put her in such a great mood, after they thoroughly beat the crap out of her.
"Here she is!" the nominated leader of today's mob shouted out, one of the members of the school's European fencing team, "Stratagy seventy eight!"
None of the boys knew what that was anyhow, but got into position nonetheless. As soon as Akane strolled in the gates, occasionally glancing sideways at her redheaded companion, the pervert squad charged en mass, like the legendary German Lightning Strikes of World War Two. Akane continued to walk forward, even after Ranma drifted back, waiting for the show to start, seeming oblivious to the harmful intent of the boys around her.
Their procliations of love and mortal wounds came, as they raised their weapons to strike viciously. At the spectable, Akane tilted her head, "Hey guys, you all seem pretty fired up today!"
Like an airplane that had acheived sufficient velocity to take off, yet suddenly attempted to brake itself to an abrupt stop, the hoard of boys screeched in their tracks, stopping just short of dogpiling Akane. The most dangerous predators of nature, the ones that are generally feared by all the others in their enviorment, even they know when to fear. Even against an unseemingly rival or enemy, there was an instinct that just kicked it, warning them on the most basic of levels they were about to get tore up royally. An angry, boy hating Akane was one thing, but a smiling, cheerful Akane...
Words could not describe the utter terror they were experiencing.
"What' with all of them?" One of the girls standing by enquired, as she looked upon the statues of petrified boys. Akane continued to smile, and walk between them as if nothing abnormal occured. Ranma snorted, and snapped her fingers. She had expected the boys maybe not to beat Akane, but force her into rigerous motion.
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Ranma and Akane continued to glance at one another during class, expecting some form of trechary from each other. The palpable aura that surrounded the two had everyone in the class nearly studdering fearfully, even if they didn't know the reason why. Because of this lack of knowledge, they attempted to go along with their lesson.
The temporary cold war lasted several minutes through the class, before Akane suddenly made the opening volly. Standing up with a scandalized expression, Akane pointed at the redhead that was seated next to her, "RANMA! I DON'T KNOW, NOR DO I WANT TO KNOW HOW ENDOWED MR. SAKAMOTO IS!!!"
"WHAT?!?" Ranma shot to standing, shocked herself by Akane's outburst.
"Perhaps the two of you can ponder how... *ahem*... endowed I am, while holding buckets... in the hall?"
Ranma blinked, before turning her glare to Akane, wondering what the raven-haired girl's game was. As she was getting up, Akane did the same, seeming not to notice the loose piece of paper she had knocked from her desk. Ranma obviously hadn't noticed it, as her foot landed upon it.
"Ranma!" Akane cried out, as she saw the redhead beginning to slip. In an attempt to be helpful, Akane darted towards the other girl, attempting to help arrest her fall, but gosh darn it, Ranma's desk was in the way! Such a valiant and selfless act failed, as Akane tripped forward over Ranma's desk, pushing the other girl away...
Right through the classroom window...
The classes chuckles at Akane's outburst, followed by her display of clumbsiness, quickly changed to cries of shock and worry, as they all rushed to the windows. Sure they had witness Ranma plunge headfirst from the bilding before and save herself, but that was obviously a controlled descent. Much further to their surprise, they found the redhead three stories down, rubbing the back of her head and glaring up in irritation.
Mr. Sakamoto swallowed dryly, rather relieved that he wouldn't have to be held accountable for the death of a student, but dumbfounded on how said student managed to even survive the fall unsatched. Attepting to regain some of his composure, he addressed Akane with a shaken voice, "Ms. Tendou...."
Akane shrugged defensively, "It was an accident!" At the motion, the already stressed school uniform gave way via the weakened and tampered with threads in the back, which left the youngest Tendou girl dawning a suit wholly inappropriate for school. It wouldn't have been ALL that bad... if Ranma wasn't so thorough with the undergarments as well...
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"Lousy perverted jerk!" Akane grumbled, now wearing a loaner uniform from the school, as she went into the girl's bathroom. She merely pushed him out of a window three stories high, leaving her naked in front of the WHOLE CLASS was just going too far! "When I'm done with you, Ranma, you'll be BEGGING for my mercy!" With that, Akane entered one of the bathroom stalls, and slammed the door shut to take care of her business.
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"Hey, did you find out what that redhead chick, Ranma, what she was doing with those rolls of toiletpaper in the chemistry lab?" One boy asked, as he walked down the hall with another boy.
"IT BURNS! IT BURNS! GODS IT BURNS LIKE WRATH OF THE HELLS!!!"
Both boys were left speechless, as Akane ran from the bathroom with her panties at her ankles, screaming hysterically while holding her crotch.
"Um, I think I left something totally back in the *other* direction," the first young man stated, adimantly, as he urgently pulled the shoulder of his classmate along with him.
"No, I didn't see anything..." the other boy mumbled, deciding a display of ignorance was for the best.
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Ranma chuckled, enjoying the oh-so-satisfying screams of a certain tomboy; teach her to push him out of a window again when he's not expecting it. The redhead decided that one-upping Akane was thirsty work, and stopped for a nice cool drink...
The last thought that went through Ranma's mind before she blacked out from being shot through the school ceiling was how Akane managed to get that much water pressure built up.
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Akane was familiar with the chemical compound Ranma had 'livened' the toilet paper in the girl's bathroom with, and was currently in the home ec. room rectifying it with butter. After she was done, and she took a quick shower in the girls locker room, she would make sure Ranma experienced pain a hundred times more potent. Just then, the sound of every water faucet exploding in Furinkan, each one becoming a mighty geyser, along with a decidingly familiar cry of pain, sounded like glorious trumpets to Akane's ears. It wasn't the worst she would do to Ranma, but it certainly cheered her up.
Just as she was about to wander off to make sure Ranma was okay (and if she was, rectify that condition), the sound of paper spontaniously turning to ash was heard over the noise of skyrocketing water, and the temperature of the home ec. room jumped to uncomfortable heights.
"Akane Tendou," a trifold, etheral voice demanded of Akane's attention, "I have come to discuss your intentions with my Sweet Ranma..."
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Ranma came to, thoroughly irritated from falling from the air for the second time that day, to be greeted by the sight of Akane running in wide-eyed panic, just before diving to the ground, narrowly dodging the massive, concrete melting fireball that had been lobbed by a certain Ranma-infatuated Hindu deity.
At least Ranma's day was looking up.
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"You're turn, Ranma," the girls gym teacher stated, calling the redhead to the balance beam. Smugly, Ranma leaped onto the gymnast's beam, easily displaying her finely honed martial arts skills. Just then, a basketball crashed into the ceiling above the redhead, which was followed by the sound of wood groaning, before the ceiling gave in, down towards Ranma.
Akane rushed towards the pile of rubble and gym weights, after retrieving the basketball she had lost control of. "Wow, I wonder how several tons of weights got all the way up there, stacked suspiciously in one area so where even the slightest disturbance to the ceiling they were on top of would collapse onto any unsuspecting individual that would happen to be under it?" Akane asked, curiously.
Ranma's leg twitched from where it had been sticking out from under the massive pile.
Akane shrugged, and went back to her basketball game, as one girl stared after her. That oblivious smile Akane was wearing... she remembered that smile from long ago. It was a smile that promised untold suffering, misery, and potential death.
It was the smile of Akane... THE Akane...
Everyone present turned to the high pitched shrill scream, followed by the hysterical cries of "SHE'S BACK, OH GODS, AKANE'S BACK!!!"
The girl in question frowned, "It's not like I went anywhere for that long..." Even if the exclamation went over her head, their fellow students understood, and it wasn't long before news would spread of the danger throughout the halls of Furinkan High.
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The final schoolbell rang, allowing every student that had remained that day to run screaming in terror, followed shortly by the teachers. Both Akane and Ranma exited the building, glaring daggers at one another. As annoying as it had been, neither found the other's attempts all that impressive. Despite of this, Ranma and Akane found their rival's pranks a little more than irritating. Each one decided that the time for niceties were through.
It was time to bring out the big guns.
"Here she comes!" One of the boys shouted out from his lookout perch.
"Good, this, we pledge, shall be the day we are finally victorious over Akane Tendou, and earn the right to date her!" The boy in hockey gear joined in the cheers around him after his speech. True, someone had to always give the same proclimation, and it was always fruitless, but it was much like a school pep rally against a rivaling team they hadn't beaten in years. Even with the odds heavily against their favor, they would keep hope.
"Hey, Nabiki's girlfriend, Ranma's with her... you don't think...?" the boy assigned to lookout trailed off, fearful that the middle Tendou sister had the girl back her little sister up this time.
"Maybe if we beat them both, we can earn a date with the two of them at once!" Every boys' mind lit up, as they became focused on the battle nearly tenfold. The image of Akane and the girl favoring redhead provided more motivation than any prep speech ever could.
"That's weird... Akane hadn't broken into a run yet!"
The small army of boys looked up at their scout in the tree, confused. "Maybe she's going to just submit to us?"
The boy baulked, as he watched Akane through his binoculars, "She's.... she's smiling..." That threw the gang into even more confusion. Unsure of what had gotten into Akane, they decided they would graciously ask her what put her in such a great mood, after they thoroughly beat the crap out of her.
"Here she is!" the nominated leader of today's mob shouted out, one of the members of the school's European fencing team, "Stratagy seventy eight!"
None of the boys knew what that was anyhow, but got into position nonetheless. As soon as Akane strolled in the gates, occasionally glancing sideways at her redheaded companion, the pervert squad charged en mass, like the legendary German Lightning Strikes of World War Two. Akane continued to walk forward, even after Ranma drifted back, waiting for the show to start, seeming oblivious to the harmful intent of the boys around her.
Their procliations of love and mortal wounds came, as they raised their weapons to strike viciously. At the spectable, Akane tilted her head, "Hey guys, you all seem pretty fired up today!"
Like an airplane that had acheived sufficient velocity to take off, yet suddenly attempted to brake itself to an abrupt stop, the hoard of boys screeched in their tracks, stopping just short of dogpiling Akane. The most dangerous predators of nature, the ones that are generally feared by all the others in their enviorment, even they know when to fear. Even against an unseemingly rival or enemy, there was an instinct that just kicked it, warning them on the most basic of levels they were about to get tore up royally. An angry, boy hating Akane was one thing, but a smiling, cheerful Akane...
Words could not describe the utter terror they were experiencing.
"What' with all of them?" One of the girls standing by enquired, as she looked upon the statues of petrified boys. Akane continued to smile, and walk between them as if nothing abnormal occured. Ranma snorted, and snapped her fingers. She had expected the boys maybe not to beat Akane, but force her into rigerous motion.
___________________
Ranma and Akane continued to glance at one another during class, expecting some form of trechary from each other. The palpable aura that surrounded the two had everyone in the class nearly studdering fearfully, even if they didn't know the reason why. Because of this lack of knowledge, they attempted to go along with their lesson.
The temporary cold war lasted several minutes through the class, before Akane suddenly made the opening volly. Standing up with a scandalized expression, Akane pointed at the redhead that was seated next to her, "RANMA! I DON'T KNOW, NOR DO I WANT TO KNOW HOW ENDOWED MR. SAKAMOTO IS!!!"
"WHAT?!?" Ranma shot to standing, shocked herself by Akane's outburst.
"Perhaps the two of you can ponder how... *ahem*... endowed I am, while holding buckets... in the hall?"
Ranma blinked, before turning her glare to Akane, wondering what the raven-haired girl's game was. As she was getting up, Akane did the same, seeming not to notice the loose piece of paper she had knocked from her desk. Ranma obviously hadn't noticed it, as her foot landed upon it.
"Ranma!" Akane cried out, as she saw the redhead beginning to slip. In an attempt to be helpful, Akane darted towards the other girl, attempting to help arrest her fall, but gosh darn it, Ranma's desk was in the way! Such a valiant and selfless act failed, as Akane tripped forward over Ranma's desk, pushing the other girl away...
Right through the classroom window...
The classes chuckles at Akane's outburst, followed by her display of clumbsiness, quickly changed to cries of shock and worry, as they all rushed to the windows. Sure they had witness Ranma plunge headfirst from the bilding before and save herself, but that was obviously a controlled descent. Much further to their surprise, they found the redhead three stories down, rubbing the back of her head and glaring up in irritation.
Mr. Sakamoto swallowed dryly, rather relieved that he wouldn't have to be held accountable for the death of a student, but dumbfounded on how said student managed to even survive the fall unsatched. Attepting to regain some of his composure, he addressed Akane with a shaken voice, "Ms. Tendou...."
Akane shrugged defensively, "It was an accident!" At the motion, the already stressed school uniform gave way via the weakened and tampered with threads in the back, which left the youngest Tendou girl dawning a suit wholly inappropriate for school. It wouldn't have been ALL that bad... if Ranma wasn't so thorough with the undergarments as well...
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"Lousy perverted jerk!" Akane grumbled, now wearing a loaner uniform from the school, as she went into the girl's bathroom. She merely pushed him out of a window three stories high, leaving her naked in front of the WHOLE CLASS was just going too far! "When I'm done with you, Ranma, you'll be BEGGING for my mercy!" With that, Akane entered one of the bathroom stalls, and slammed the door shut to take care of her business.
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"Hey, did you find out what that redhead chick, Ranma, what she was doing with those rolls of toiletpaper in the chemistry lab?" One boy asked, as he walked down the hall with another boy.
"IT BURNS! IT BURNS! GODS IT BURNS LIKE WRATH OF THE HELLS!!!"
Both boys were left speechless, as Akane ran from the bathroom with her panties at her ankles, screaming hysterically while holding her crotch.
"Um, I think I left something totally back in the *other* direction," the first young man stated, adimantly, as he urgently pulled the shoulder of his classmate along with him.
"No, I didn't see anything..." the other boy mumbled, deciding a display of ignorance was for the best.
___________________
Ranma chuckled, enjoying the oh-so-satisfying screams of a certain tomboy; teach her to push him out of a window again when he's not expecting it. The redhead decided that one-upping Akane was thirsty work, and stopped for a nice cool drink...
The last thought that went through Ranma's mind before she blacked out from being shot through the school ceiling was how Akane managed to get that much water pressure built up.
___________________
Akane was familiar with the chemical compound Ranma had 'livened' the toilet paper in the girl's bathroom with, and was currently in the home ec. room rectifying it with butter. After she was done, and she took a quick shower in the girls locker room, she would make sure Ranma experienced pain a hundred times more potent. Just then, the sound of every water faucet exploding in Furinkan, each one becoming a mighty geyser, along with a decidingly familiar cry of pain, sounded like glorious trumpets to Akane's ears. It wasn't the worst she would do to Ranma, but it certainly cheered her up.
Just as she was about to wander off to make sure Ranma was okay (and if she was, rectify that condition), the sound of paper spontaniously turning to ash was heard over the noise of skyrocketing water, and the temperature of the home ec. room jumped to uncomfortable heights.
"Akane Tendou," a trifold, etheral voice demanded of Akane's attention, "I have come to discuss your intentions with my Sweet Ranma..."
___________________
Ranma came to, thoroughly irritated from falling from the air for the second time that day, to be greeted by the sight of Akane running in wide-eyed panic, just before diving to the ground, narrowly dodging the massive, concrete melting fireball that had been lobbed by a certain Ranma-infatuated Hindu deity.
At least Ranma's day was looking up.
___________________
"You're turn, Ranma," the girls gym teacher stated, calling the redhead to the balance beam. Smugly, Ranma leaped onto the gymnast's beam, easily displaying her finely honed martial arts skills. Just then, a basketball crashed into the ceiling above the redhead, which was followed by the sound of wood groaning, before the ceiling gave in, down towards Ranma.
Akane rushed towards the pile of rubble and gym weights, after retrieving the basketball she had lost control of. "Wow, I wonder how several tons of weights got all the way up there, stacked suspiciously in one area so where even the slightest disturbance to the ceiling they were on top of would collapse onto any unsuspecting individual that would happen to be under it?" Akane asked, curiously.
Ranma's leg twitched from where it had been sticking out from under the massive pile.
Akane shrugged, and went back to her basketball game, as one girl stared after her. That oblivious smile Akane was wearing... she remembered that smile from long ago. It was a smile that promised untold suffering, misery, and potential death.
It was the smile of Akane... THE Akane...
Everyone present turned to the high pitched shrill scream, followed by the hysterical cries of "SHE'S BACK, OH GODS, AKANE'S BACK!!!"
The girl in question frowned, "It's not like I went anywhere for that long..." Even if the exclamation went over her head, their fellow students understood, and it wasn't long before news would spread of the danger throughout the halls of Furinkan High.
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The final schoolbell rang, allowing every student that had remained that day to run screaming in terror, followed shortly by the teachers. Both Akane and Ranma exited the building, glaring daggers at one another. As annoying as it had been, neither found the other's attempts all that impressive. Despite of this, Ranma and Akane found their rival's pranks a little more than irritating. Each one decided that the time for niceties were through.
It was time to bring out the big guns.