The Art of War
"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt."
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Ranma slammed his door closed, breathing hard. After a few moments, he visibly calmed himself, and moved to the center of the guest room. It had been a while, an extremely LONG while, but he figured it was long overdue, and the way certain people have been acting, he wouldn't last long unless he finally got it under control.
Sitting lotus position, Ranma closed his eyes, and began to breath deeply, steady, and slowly. The pressure he was being subjected to was phenominal. In fact, he would almost swear that it was a combined effort on their behalfs. No matter, he thought to himself, he was above that, beyond those urges.
He was told by a master of the art that his father had taken him to during his youth. A very wise master, who had exeeded most of his peers by one governing factor. The ideals he practiced made him powerful, and those ideals he instilled into the young boy that Ranma was at the time.
The prime practice that Ranma had gained from the master was what truly made him one of the best in his generation. It was the reason he would never be overcome in battle, it was the reason he continued to grow in ability at an amazing rate, it was the reason he rarely could hold his temper, it was the reason he was able to so cavalierly shun temptation of the flesh.
Ranma sighed, once he finally started the path of calmness once again. Sheer, unconcerable, dicipline; that's what it came down to. Ranma refused to allow himself to falter in dicipline, regardless of the situation. He had even managed to reach the point to where anything of temptation fell short of him without his notice. Slacking off in training was something he could no longer fathom, giving into his anger and beating every one of his irritations within an inch of his life was not a notion that crossed his mind often, and indulging in his cute and amorous fiancees, suiters, and admirers wasn't even a consideration.
Ranma began to feel the tension melt from him, just as his door slammed open, "RANMAAAAA!!!!"
With an annoyed look, the pigtailed boy turned to Akane, "Now what do you want, you tom-"
With a menacing scowl, Akane threw open her trenchcoat.
"-boy," Ranma's head snapped away, almost giving him whiplash, "GODS, AKANE, YOU TRY'N TO MAKE ME GO BLIND OR SOMETH'N?!?"
"JUST TURN AND LOOK AT ME, YOU JERK!" Akane shouted. What a jerk, Ranma was, here she was, in a trenchcoat and black stockings, trying to give him a free show, and he turns away and insults her.
Ranma furiously shook his head, so fast that his pigtail was making multiple whip cracks.
"RANMA! LOOK AT ME YOU PERVERT!" Akane growled, as she stormed up to the pigtailed boy, and yanked his pigtail down so he would be looking up at her. Well, if he didn't have his eyes squeezed shut, that was.
"Ranma..." Akane started in a conversational tone that relayed a deadly deceptive calm, "The ropes are starting to chafe, these pantyhose itch, and this coat is hot. So, if you don't look at me RIGHT NOW I AM going to REALLY HURT YOU!!!"
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"Finally! the shell is starting to break!"
The man looked at the other guy that was stranded with him on the small desert island in the middle of the ocean, "Darn coconut. These things are some hard nuts to crack, that's for sure..."
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Akane tripped forward, as Ranma suddenly darted away, jumping through the still closed window. Akane blinked at the broken glass a couple of times, before her expression became furious. "YOU JERK, GET BACK HER AND OGGLE ME!!!"
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"But when the army is restless and distrustful, trouble is sure to come from the other feudal princes. This is simply bringing anarchy into the army, and flinging victory away."
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Ranma used his meditation practices well, keeping his brain blank, refusing to allow his mind to lust after the pliable, smooth flesh of Akanes-
Ranma quickly switched his mind to considering his martial arts practicing, shutting out all else, which is why Shampoo was able to slam him out of the sky with her bike.
"Shampoo through playing games with Ranma," the young Amazon growled, picking up the stunned pigtailed boy, and slamming him into a concrete wall. Ranma's back left an impact crater, as the wind was knocked out of him. Shampoo's dark expression allowed for a smirk, as she approached him. "Why must you make Shampoo hurt you?"
Ranma gasped, attempting to find his breath. For some peculiar reason, he found a pleasent, warming sensation growing within him at Shampoo's aggression.
The Amazon's scowl reappeared, "You no answer Shampoo, Shampoo punish... Ranma like that, yes?"
"Yes mistr-NO!" Ranma shouted, suddenly blurring towards Shampoo, and that was the last thing she would notice for a few moments. Ranma didn't dally on Shampoo, making a frantic break for it. This wasn't good, he needed to get some peace and quiet for himself, somewhere he could finally meditate, gain some control over himself.
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"All armies prefer high ground to low, and sunny places to dark"
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His desperate flight, once again, was interrupted.
"RANMA-SAMA!" Kodachi cooed, after sacking Ranma out of the air, and pinning him underneath her body, "I witnessed how you decisively contended with that unsavory ramen wench. I must admit that I found the display... more than a touch arousing..." To emphesize her point, Kodachi gyrated herself against the pigtailed boy.
Ranma first noted that Kodachi's perfume didn't quite smell as offensive as it did before. In fact, it was actually beginning to smell pleasant, and relaxed him a bit. With a silly grin, Ranma realized that Kodachi didn't wear any undergarments under her leotard; they felt as hard as pencil erasors-
"GET OFFA ME, YOU PSYCHO!" Ranma's shout could be heard, as Kodachi's body was sent flying into the air via a massive ki blast.
"I'LL NEVER ABANDON YOU, DARLIINNNNGGGGgggggg*" Kodachi shouted, as she was launched into the stratusphere. Ranma stood, panting and clutching his chest with his left hand. Maybe that was a bit exessive, but he wasn't sure how much more he could take.
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"Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
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Looking around, Ranma decided the coast was clear, and jumped down from the roof of the house he was on, finding himself landing next to Ukyo, who was leaning against the fence, "Hey, Ran-chan."
"Hey UkyooOOOH!" Ranma jumped, noticing his best friend there. He relaxed, once he noticed her dressed in her typical guy's outfit. "How's it going? Sorry to have run out on you like that, but I thought you needed your privacy."
Ukyo's eyebrow twitched, before her smile returned full-force, "I understand, Ran-chan."
"Huh, you know, it's wierd though," Ranma began to muse, "Everyone's acting funny."
"Do tell, sugar," Ukyo replied, fighting back a sigh after getting a wiff of that wonderful musk Ranma was wearing, while flipping through the magazine she was reading, "Ranma, I need to ask you something..."
A wild-eyed Ranma leapt back onto the rooftop, scurrying with his hands and feet to gain leverage, just before Ukyo also leapt up behind him, waving the porno mag in her hand around, "RANMA! BUT IT'S OKAY IF WE'RE FRIENDS! IT DOESN'T REALLY MEAN ANYTHING!!!"
Ranma wasn't particularly in the mood to listen to the girl following him. Actually, he was in the mood to do several things to the girl following him, and that's the reason he was running. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GUYS TODAY?!?"
"COME ON, RANMA, IT'S PERFECTLY INNOCENT TO EXPERAMENT!" Ukyo shouted, unable to gain ground between them. Ranma could run awfully fast when he was in stark panic.
"WELL, GO EXPERAMENT WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" Ranma shouted, pouring even more speed into his fleeing.
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"There is no instance of a country having benefited from prolonged warfare"
___________________________
"RANMA! YOU IS REALLY TICKING SHAMPOO OFF!"
___________________________
"Thus now we have heard of stupid haste in war, cleverness has never been associated with long delays."
___________________________
"RANMA-DARLING! DO NOT FIGHT YOUR JUSTIFIED TEMPTATION! YOUR PARAMOUR SHALL GLADLY RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR FUSTRATIONS AND INHIBITIONS!"
___________________________
"Now in order to kill the enemy, our men must be roused to anger; that there may be advantage from defeating the enemy, they must have their rewards."
___________________________
"SAYS YOU, HUSSY!" Ukyo turned her attention towards Kodachi, approaching from a different direction.
"You two is fight to death, Shampoo punish Ranma for defiance!"
"I THINK NOT, YOU BRAZEN, FOREIGNER HARLET!" Kodachi's ribbon snagged Shampoo, impeding her pursuit.
Shampoo growled, as she brought out her sword, and sliced the ribbon off, "Crazy girl made too, too big mistake..."
"I've had it up to here with you, you psycho," Ukyo growled, approaching Kodachi in a growing fury. It was funny, but the more Ukyo got a wiff of whatever perfume Kodachi was wearing, the more irked she became.
Kodachi merely laughed, " To think, the both of you seek to directly challenge me? It is of a great jest! Alas, I cannot humor you commener servants, as I have a lover to seduce!" Kodachi turned to chase after Ranma, just as both Shampoo and Ukyo dove after her, pulling her into a three-way catfight.
"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt."
___________________________
Ranma slammed his door closed, breathing hard. After a few moments, he visibly calmed himself, and moved to the center of the guest room. It had been a while, an extremely LONG while, but he figured it was long overdue, and the way certain people have been acting, he wouldn't last long unless he finally got it under control.
Sitting lotus position, Ranma closed his eyes, and began to breath deeply, steady, and slowly. The pressure he was being subjected to was phenominal. In fact, he would almost swear that it was a combined effort on their behalfs. No matter, he thought to himself, he was above that, beyond those urges.
He was told by a master of the art that his father had taken him to during his youth. A very wise master, who had exeeded most of his peers by one governing factor. The ideals he practiced made him powerful, and those ideals he instilled into the young boy that Ranma was at the time.
The prime practice that Ranma had gained from the master was what truly made him one of the best in his generation. It was the reason he would never be overcome in battle, it was the reason he continued to grow in ability at an amazing rate, it was the reason he rarely could hold his temper, it was the reason he was able to so cavalierly shun temptation of the flesh.
Ranma sighed, once he finally started the path of calmness once again. Sheer, unconcerable, dicipline; that's what it came down to. Ranma refused to allow himself to falter in dicipline, regardless of the situation. He had even managed to reach the point to where anything of temptation fell short of him without his notice. Slacking off in training was something he could no longer fathom, giving into his anger and beating every one of his irritations within an inch of his life was not a notion that crossed his mind often, and indulging in his cute and amorous fiancees, suiters, and admirers wasn't even a consideration.
Ranma began to feel the tension melt from him, just as his door slammed open, "RANMAAAAA!!!!"
With an annoyed look, the pigtailed boy turned to Akane, "Now what do you want, you tom-"
With a menacing scowl, Akane threw open her trenchcoat.
"-boy," Ranma's head snapped away, almost giving him whiplash, "GODS, AKANE, YOU TRY'N TO MAKE ME GO BLIND OR SOMETH'N?!?"
"JUST TURN AND LOOK AT ME, YOU JERK!" Akane shouted. What a jerk, Ranma was, here she was, in a trenchcoat and black stockings, trying to give him a free show, and he turns away and insults her.
Ranma furiously shook his head, so fast that his pigtail was making multiple whip cracks.
"RANMA! LOOK AT ME YOU PERVERT!" Akane growled, as she stormed up to the pigtailed boy, and yanked his pigtail down so he would be looking up at her. Well, if he didn't have his eyes squeezed shut, that was.
"Ranma..." Akane started in a conversational tone that relayed a deadly deceptive calm, "The ropes are starting to chafe, these pantyhose itch, and this coat is hot. So, if you don't look at me RIGHT NOW I AM going to REALLY HURT YOU!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Finally! the shell is starting to break!"
The man looked at the other guy that was stranded with him on the small desert island in the middle of the ocean, "Darn coconut. These things are some hard nuts to crack, that's for sure..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Akane tripped forward, as Ranma suddenly darted away, jumping through the still closed window. Akane blinked at the broken glass a couple of times, before her expression became furious. "YOU JERK, GET BACK HER AND OGGLE ME!!!"
___________________________
"But when the army is restless and distrustful, trouble is sure to come from the other feudal princes. This is simply bringing anarchy into the army, and flinging victory away."
___________________________
Ranma used his meditation practices well, keeping his brain blank, refusing to allow his mind to lust after the pliable, smooth flesh of Akanes-
Ranma quickly switched his mind to considering his martial arts practicing, shutting out all else, which is why Shampoo was able to slam him out of the sky with her bike.
"Shampoo through playing games with Ranma," the young Amazon growled, picking up the stunned pigtailed boy, and slamming him into a concrete wall. Ranma's back left an impact crater, as the wind was knocked out of him. Shampoo's dark expression allowed for a smirk, as she approached him. "Why must you make Shampoo hurt you?"
Ranma gasped, attempting to find his breath. For some peculiar reason, he found a pleasent, warming sensation growing within him at Shampoo's aggression.
The Amazon's scowl reappeared, "You no answer Shampoo, Shampoo punish... Ranma like that, yes?"
"Yes mistr-NO!" Ranma shouted, suddenly blurring towards Shampoo, and that was the last thing she would notice for a few moments. Ranma didn't dally on Shampoo, making a frantic break for it. This wasn't good, he needed to get some peace and quiet for himself, somewhere he could finally meditate, gain some control over himself.
___________________________
"All armies prefer high ground to low, and sunny places to dark"
___________________________
His desperate flight, once again, was interrupted.
"RANMA-SAMA!" Kodachi cooed, after sacking Ranma out of the air, and pinning him underneath her body, "I witnessed how you decisively contended with that unsavory ramen wench. I must admit that I found the display... more than a touch arousing..." To emphesize her point, Kodachi gyrated herself against the pigtailed boy.
Ranma first noted that Kodachi's perfume didn't quite smell as offensive as it did before. In fact, it was actually beginning to smell pleasant, and relaxed him a bit. With a silly grin, Ranma realized that Kodachi didn't wear any undergarments under her leotard; they felt as hard as pencil erasors-
"GET OFFA ME, YOU PSYCHO!" Ranma's shout could be heard, as Kodachi's body was sent flying into the air via a massive ki blast.
"I'LL NEVER ABANDON YOU, DARLIINNNNGGGGgggggg*" Kodachi shouted, as she was launched into the stratusphere. Ranma stood, panting and clutching his chest with his left hand. Maybe that was a bit exessive, but he wasn't sure how much more he could take.
___________________________
"Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
___________________________
Looking around, Ranma decided the coast was clear, and jumped down from the roof of the house he was on, finding himself landing next to Ukyo, who was leaning against the fence, "Hey, Ran-chan."
"Hey UkyooOOOH!" Ranma jumped, noticing his best friend there. He relaxed, once he noticed her dressed in her typical guy's outfit. "How's it going? Sorry to have run out on you like that, but I thought you needed your privacy."
Ukyo's eyebrow twitched, before her smile returned full-force, "I understand, Ran-chan."
"Huh, you know, it's wierd though," Ranma began to muse, "Everyone's acting funny."
"Do tell, sugar," Ukyo replied, fighting back a sigh after getting a wiff of that wonderful musk Ranma was wearing, while flipping through the magazine she was reading, "Ranma, I need to ask you something..."
A wild-eyed Ranma leapt back onto the rooftop, scurrying with his hands and feet to gain leverage, just before Ukyo also leapt up behind him, waving the porno mag in her hand around, "RANMA! BUT IT'S OKAY IF WE'RE FRIENDS! IT DOESN'T REALLY MEAN ANYTHING!!!"
Ranma wasn't particularly in the mood to listen to the girl following him. Actually, he was in the mood to do several things to the girl following him, and that's the reason he was running. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GUYS TODAY?!?"
"COME ON, RANMA, IT'S PERFECTLY INNOCENT TO EXPERAMENT!" Ukyo shouted, unable to gain ground between them. Ranma could run awfully fast when he was in stark panic.
"WELL, GO EXPERAMENT WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" Ranma shouted, pouring even more speed into his fleeing.
___________________________
"There is no instance of a country having benefited from prolonged warfare"
___________________________
"RANMA! YOU IS REALLY TICKING SHAMPOO OFF!"
___________________________
"Thus now we have heard of stupid haste in war, cleverness has never been associated with long delays."
___________________________
"RANMA-DARLING! DO NOT FIGHT YOUR JUSTIFIED TEMPTATION! YOUR PARAMOUR SHALL GLADLY RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR FUSTRATIONS AND INHIBITIONS!"
___________________________
"Now in order to kill the enemy, our men must be roused to anger; that there may be advantage from defeating the enemy, they must have their rewards."
___________________________
"SAYS YOU, HUSSY!" Ukyo turned her attention towards Kodachi, approaching from a different direction.
"You two is fight to death, Shampoo punish Ranma for defiance!"
"I THINK NOT, YOU BRAZEN, FOREIGNER HARLET!" Kodachi's ribbon snagged Shampoo, impeding her pursuit.
Shampoo growled, as she brought out her sword, and sliced the ribbon off, "Crazy girl made too, too big mistake..."
"I've had it up to here with you, you psycho," Ukyo growled, approaching Kodachi in a growing fury. It was funny, but the more Ukyo got a wiff of whatever perfume Kodachi was wearing, the more irked she became.
Kodachi merely laughed, " To think, the both of you seek to directly challenge me? It is of a great jest! Alas, I cannot humor you commener servants, as I have a lover to seduce!" Kodachi turned to chase after Ranma, just as both Shampoo and Ukyo dove after her, pulling her into a three-way catfight.