'The Art of War'
"The onrush of a conquering force is like the bursting of pent-up waters into a chasm a thousand fathoms deep."
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Ranma breathed heavily, patting his cheeks. That was a bit too close for comfort. "Damn it! Get a grip!" The pigtailed martial artist growled to himself, if he hadn't gotten out of there when he did, he was pretty sure he would have joined the battle... with a vastly different intent. The sight of three young, maturing women, each beautiful in their own way; Shampoo amorous and soft, supple curves, Ukyo's innocent, girl-next-door attrativeness, Kodachi's lithe and limber figure that promised all sorts of creative 'exercises'-
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Ranma screamed, punching through the wall he was against, and then swinging his imbedded fist in an arc, ripping out a sizable gouge. He retracted his arm, panting heavily with an exasperated expression. After a few moments, Ranma took a final breath, and smiled, "There, good as new!"
Feeling as if all the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Ranma began to whistle a sanguine tune, and turned to walk...
...Right into hormonal Hell.
"AKANE!" Ranma staggered, stumbling to the ground backwards. A few feet before him was his nominated 'uncute' fiancee, donned in a trenchcoat that covered all but her thigh down, as the tail of the garment flapped in the wind.
Akane eyed Ranma cooly, as the pigtailed boy stood up, and regarded the girl cautiously. The sun stood high in the sky, as they both faced off on the suddenly abandoned street. For several moments, silence reigned, no noise even made by the tumbleweed that blew across the scene
Akane's hands reached down slowly, before stopping outside her waist. Her fingers wiggled, like a gunman testing his hands to ensure they were at ready. They watched each other, daring the opponent to make the first move. Akane's right eyebrow raised, surprised at Ranma's cool regard. She studied him, studied him, and studied him, waiting for him to so much as flinch.
Ranma knew exactly what lay under the trenchcoat, and that was causing him no end of nervousness. Yet, he refused to give into his anxiety, and continued the staredown. Unfortunately, the longer it went on, the harder Ranma needed to focus, causing him to break out into a cold sweat.
Akane remained patient, anticipating the right moment. Suddenly, Ranma's left eye twitched, as a bead of sweat irritated it.
"HA!" Akane cried out, as her hands flashed, going for her twin guns. They weren't very sizable weaponry, but they had enough perk to take down the most stoic pervert.
Much to her irritation, her aim was off, as Ranma dove to the side. The pigtailed boy felt the whole situation in slow motion; Akane's hands reaching for the front of the coat, ripping the front open, and thrusting out her chest as if trying to poke someone's eye out. Ranma was already diving and averting his gaze before her coat even opened slightly.
"RANMA, YOU JERK! GET BACK HERE!" Akane demanded, as she swiveled her weaponry on their intended target. They proved inefficient, as Ranma was long gone.
Akane stood, still bearing all, with a dark expression that promised murder. Her attention was diverted by the sound of heavy breathing, and traced it to the front door of one of the buildings she was standing near.
The boy was sent flying, as a piece of broken wall collided with his head, and knocked him unconcious. "Nobody gave you permission to gawk, pervert," Akane growled, under her breath. Ranma may have escaped her this time, but the war was far from over.
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"In respect of military method, we have, firstly, Measurement; secondly, Estimation of quantity; thirdly, Calculation; fourthly, Balancing of chances; fifthly, Victory."
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Ranma ran in an aimless direction, not paying attention to where he was heading. At the moment, all he wanted to do was be away from any visible female flesh so that he could calm down. It was apparent they were doing it on purpose, and he would be damned if he allowed them to have that kind of power over him. The only thing left to consider was what set them off in the first place?
During his musing, he didn't notice the stream of water that caught hi-... her in the face. "What the?"
As annoying as it was, the cool blast of water was what she needed to get her bearings straight. Ranma quickly turned to the origin of the stream, only to find a young man in a cloak, chuckling as he leapt from the roof. "Wait, get back here, you jerk!"
Her attention now distracted from her previous dilemma, Ranma dashed in pursuit, and was about to leap off the roof, just as Mousse leapt right up into her path.
Unable to stop herself, Ranma quickly held her arms out, snagging the taller Amazon male around the waist, and slamming into him. "Ranma! Are you okay? I heard your scream practically from the other side of Nerima!" The myopic boy asked with sincere, urgent concern. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Ranma, rubbing her back with the flat of his hands.
"I... I'm fine," Ranma replied, managing to calm down. She had nothing to worry about now. Mousse was safe, not female. He would protect her and comfort her like he was right now...
Ranma double-blinked, suddenly realizing she was snuggling against Mousse's chest and inhaling deeply. "Ranma..." Mousse replied in a blissful voice that was usually resevered exclusively to Shampoo.
Ranma looked up into the boy's goofy expression, recalling one of the biggest reasons she hated her curse. It was the reason she often saught out fights in her cursed form, deciding the punishment dealt to her body would deterr it from a signifigant, though highly sensual problem...
Ranma's girl-form liked to be touched.
Because of that, Ranma, if he had to stay a girl, made sure not to come into tactile contact with anyone. It had been the single most disruptive antagonizing factor to his hard and heavily trained focus. What's worse, Ranma was losing control faster than he was with the Fiancee troupe...
"GET. THE HELL. AWAY FROM ME!!!" Ranma-chan screamed out. Of course, even as loud as the shout was, Mousse was too far across the Nerima sky to hear it. The redhead stood with her fist out, shivering from the memory of Mousse's rough, calloused hands, made so from years of training with weaponry, sliding delicately and comfortingly all over her back, making her feel small and submissive. She was so shaken, she didn't even think to pull her clothing back up around her waist and tighten her pantstring.
"DAMN IT! I'M A GUY! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL SMALL!!!"
"Then maybe you should show me exactly how big you are, Ranma-Honey."
"Ah..." Was all Ranma could say, as she... he felt the hot water cascading over his head.
Ukyo continued to smile, as she retracted the kettle, and looked down. With a cracked smile, Ranma followed her gaze, realizing his... enthuesiasm carried over in the transition.
"Oooh," Ukyo cooed, "Is that for me, sugar?"
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Shampoo swore in Mandarin, Cantonese, Arabic, Gaelic, Latin, Japanese, and the Queen's English, as she stalked through the doors of the Cat Cafe. Cologne looked up, a bit surprised at how agitated her great-granddaughter was. "I suppose the day has not gone to your liking, Shampoo?"
"Shampoo think Ranma gay. No like girl who try take him like true Amazon womans. Shampoo need instant Spring of Drowned mans." Her expression turned gleefully sinister, "If Ranma want like that, Shampoo oblige."
Cologne blinked, and shifted her eyes to the side, "Ah... I wouldhavetoordermore... ANYHOW..." the Amazon matriarch began, wanting to get her mind off that surprisingly disturbing thought, "Why such sudden gusto to get Son-in-law into the sack?"
"Is bet, Shampoo win bet, take Ranma home to village," Shampoo replied sitting into a chair, and glowering forcefully.
Let it be known that Cologne never saw the opportunity for mischief pass her by, "A bet? Please, enlighten me, child..."
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Mousse groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. As painful as the blow was, Mousse didn't regret it. Even though it was even harder than Shampoo had hit him even on her best day, it was akin to the tenderest of love taps. Simply because it came from Ranma.
The punch knocked him into heavily bliss, and as he put on his spare glasses, he noticed Heaven seemed to be plastered in a Doremon decour.
Blinking the grogginess from his mind, Mousse realized he was laying on a rather plush bed, from the looks of it in a little girl's room. "Where... where am I?"
"My apartment, delinquent, uninvited I might add..."
Recognizing the voice, Mousse turned to find a young looking raven haired girl, arms akimbo, glaring at him menacingly. To anyone that didn't know her, it would be cute. On the other hand, Mousse well knew of the girl.
"M-Ms. Hanomiya!!!"
The permenant substitute teacher of Furinkan brought a five yen coin to bear, "Alright, offender! You're going to first tell me why you decided to come crashing through my window..."
Mousse quickly backed away, falling from the bed, and scooting back on his hands and feet, "I didn't mean to! I was just... and Ranma... I mean..."
"Ranma... Saotome?" Hinako enquired, "Was it that delinquent that put you up to peeping on me?" Not even waiting for an answer, Hinako sucked the Amazon boy dry... of ki.
"So... Saotome, once again you invite my wrath," the fully grown, well sculpted, and generously endowed woman almost seemed to groan her statement in her sensuous, husky, almost baratone voice, "Know this, delinquent, Hinako Hanomiya is prepared to take you anytime you want to be naughty!"
"The onrush of a conquering force is like the bursting of pent-up waters into a chasm a thousand fathoms deep."
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Ranma breathed heavily, patting his cheeks. That was a bit too close for comfort. "Damn it! Get a grip!" The pigtailed martial artist growled to himself, if he hadn't gotten out of there when he did, he was pretty sure he would have joined the battle... with a vastly different intent. The sight of three young, maturing women, each beautiful in their own way; Shampoo amorous and soft, supple curves, Ukyo's innocent, girl-next-door attrativeness, Kodachi's lithe and limber figure that promised all sorts of creative 'exercises'-
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Ranma screamed, punching through the wall he was against, and then swinging his imbedded fist in an arc, ripping out a sizable gouge. He retracted his arm, panting heavily with an exasperated expression. After a few moments, Ranma took a final breath, and smiled, "There, good as new!"
Feeling as if all the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Ranma began to whistle a sanguine tune, and turned to walk...
...Right into hormonal Hell.
"AKANE!" Ranma staggered, stumbling to the ground backwards. A few feet before him was his nominated 'uncute' fiancee, donned in a trenchcoat that covered all but her thigh down, as the tail of the garment flapped in the wind.
Akane eyed Ranma cooly, as the pigtailed boy stood up, and regarded the girl cautiously. The sun stood high in the sky, as they both faced off on the suddenly abandoned street. For several moments, silence reigned, no noise even made by the tumbleweed that blew across the scene
Akane's hands reached down slowly, before stopping outside her waist. Her fingers wiggled, like a gunman testing his hands to ensure they were at ready. They watched each other, daring the opponent to make the first move. Akane's right eyebrow raised, surprised at Ranma's cool regard. She studied him, studied him, and studied him, waiting for him to so much as flinch.
Ranma knew exactly what lay under the trenchcoat, and that was causing him no end of nervousness. Yet, he refused to give into his anxiety, and continued the staredown. Unfortunately, the longer it went on, the harder Ranma needed to focus, causing him to break out into a cold sweat.
Akane remained patient, anticipating the right moment. Suddenly, Ranma's left eye twitched, as a bead of sweat irritated it.
"HA!" Akane cried out, as her hands flashed, going for her twin guns. They weren't very sizable weaponry, but they had enough perk to take down the most stoic pervert.
Much to her irritation, her aim was off, as Ranma dove to the side. The pigtailed boy felt the whole situation in slow motion; Akane's hands reaching for the front of the coat, ripping the front open, and thrusting out her chest as if trying to poke someone's eye out. Ranma was already diving and averting his gaze before her coat even opened slightly.
"RANMA, YOU JERK! GET BACK HERE!" Akane demanded, as she swiveled her weaponry on their intended target. They proved inefficient, as Ranma was long gone.
Akane stood, still bearing all, with a dark expression that promised murder. Her attention was diverted by the sound of heavy breathing, and traced it to the front door of one of the buildings she was standing near.
The boy was sent flying, as a piece of broken wall collided with his head, and knocked him unconcious. "Nobody gave you permission to gawk, pervert," Akane growled, under her breath. Ranma may have escaped her this time, but the war was far from over.
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"In respect of military method, we have, firstly, Measurement; secondly, Estimation of quantity; thirdly, Calculation; fourthly, Balancing of chances; fifthly, Victory."
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Ranma ran in an aimless direction, not paying attention to where he was heading. At the moment, all he wanted to do was be away from any visible female flesh so that he could calm down. It was apparent they were doing it on purpose, and he would be damned if he allowed them to have that kind of power over him. The only thing left to consider was what set them off in the first place?
During his musing, he didn't notice the stream of water that caught hi-... her in the face. "What the?"
As annoying as it was, the cool blast of water was what she needed to get her bearings straight. Ranma quickly turned to the origin of the stream, only to find a young man in a cloak, chuckling as he leapt from the roof. "Wait, get back here, you jerk!"
Her attention now distracted from her previous dilemma, Ranma dashed in pursuit, and was about to leap off the roof, just as Mousse leapt right up into her path.
Unable to stop herself, Ranma quickly held her arms out, snagging the taller Amazon male around the waist, and slamming into him. "Ranma! Are you okay? I heard your scream practically from the other side of Nerima!" The myopic boy asked with sincere, urgent concern. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Ranma, rubbing her back with the flat of his hands.
"I... I'm fine," Ranma replied, managing to calm down. She had nothing to worry about now. Mousse was safe, not female. He would protect her and comfort her like he was right now...
Ranma double-blinked, suddenly realizing she was snuggling against Mousse's chest and inhaling deeply. "Ranma..." Mousse replied in a blissful voice that was usually resevered exclusively to Shampoo.
Ranma looked up into the boy's goofy expression, recalling one of the biggest reasons she hated her curse. It was the reason she often saught out fights in her cursed form, deciding the punishment dealt to her body would deterr it from a signifigant, though highly sensual problem...
Ranma's girl-form liked to be touched.
Because of that, Ranma, if he had to stay a girl, made sure not to come into tactile contact with anyone. It had been the single most disruptive antagonizing factor to his hard and heavily trained focus. What's worse, Ranma was losing control faster than he was with the Fiancee troupe...
"GET. THE HELL. AWAY FROM ME!!!" Ranma-chan screamed out. Of course, even as loud as the shout was, Mousse was too far across the Nerima sky to hear it. The redhead stood with her fist out, shivering from the memory of Mousse's rough, calloused hands, made so from years of training with weaponry, sliding delicately and comfortingly all over her back, making her feel small and submissive. She was so shaken, she didn't even think to pull her clothing back up around her waist and tighten her pantstring.
"DAMN IT! I'M A GUY! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL SMALL!!!"
"Then maybe you should show me exactly how big you are, Ranma-Honey."
"Ah..." Was all Ranma could say, as she... he felt the hot water cascading over his head.
Ukyo continued to smile, as she retracted the kettle, and looked down. With a cracked smile, Ranma followed her gaze, realizing his... enthuesiasm carried over in the transition.
"Oooh," Ukyo cooed, "Is that for me, sugar?"
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Shampoo swore in Mandarin, Cantonese, Arabic, Gaelic, Latin, Japanese, and the Queen's English, as she stalked through the doors of the Cat Cafe. Cologne looked up, a bit surprised at how agitated her great-granddaughter was. "I suppose the day has not gone to your liking, Shampoo?"
"Shampoo think Ranma gay. No like girl who try take him like true Amazon womans. Shampoo need instant Spring of Drowned mans." Her expression turned gleefully sinister, "If Ranma want like that, Shampoo oblige."
Cologne blinked, and shifted her eyes to the side, "Ah... I wouldhavetoordermore... ANYHOW..." the Amazon matriarch began, wanting to get her mind off that surprisingly disturbing thought, "Why such sudden gusto to get Son-in-law into the sack?"
"Is bet, Shampoo win bet, take Ranma home to village," Shampoo replied sitting into a chair, and glowering forcefully.
Let it be known that Cologne never saw the opportunity for mischief pass her by, "A bet? Please, enlighten me, child..."
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Mousse groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. As painful as the blow was, Mousse didn't regret it. Even though it was even harder than Shampoo had hit him even on her best day, it was akin to the tenderest of love taps. Simply because it came from Ranma.
The punch knocked him into heavily bliss, and as he put on his spare glasses, he noticed Heaven seemed to be plastered in a Doremon decour.
Blinking the grogginess from his mind, Mousse realized he was laying on a rather plush bed, from the looks of it in a little girl's room. "Where... where am I?"
"My apartment, delinquent, uninvited I might add..."
Recognizing the voice, Mousse turned to find a young looking raven haired girl, arms akimbo, glaring at him menacingly. To anyone that didn't know her, it would be cute. On the other hand, Mousse well knew of the girl.
"M-Ms. Hanomiya!!!"
The permenant substitute teacher of Furinkan brought a five yen coin to bear, "Alright, offender! You're going to first tell me why you decided to come crashing through my window..."
Mousse quickly backed away, falling from the bed, and scooting back on his hands and feet, "I didn't mean to! I was just... and Ranma... I mean..."
"Ranma... Saotome?" Hinako enquired, "Was it that delinquent that put you up to peeping on me?" Not even waiting for an answer, Hinako sucked the Amazon boy dry... of ki.
"So... Saotome, once again you invite my wrath," the fully grown, well sculpted, and generously endowed woman almost seemed to groan her statement in her sensuous, husky, almost baratone voice, "Know this, delinquent, Hinako Hanomiya is prepared to take you anytime you want to be naughty!"