'The Art of War'
"Therefore the skillful leader subdues the enemy's troops without any fighting; he captures their cities without laying siege to them; he overthrows their kingdom without lengthy operations in the field."
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Ranma dove into the alley, burying himself in a pile of trash. He dared not peak from his hiding spot, lest the girl he knew was over top on the edge of the building find him.
Ukyo continued to scan the alleyway she was sure Ranma dove into, unfortunately for her, not finding hide nor hair of him. With a groan of fustration and yearning, Ukyo leapt to the next building, hoping to spy him from the rooftops, presuming he was now trying to evade her at street level.
Even after she was gone, Ranma didn't feel inclined to leave his spot, fearful that he'll have a run-in with someone else. It was actually pretty comfortable, really. The smell also assisted with covering the obnoxious fragrance Kodachi smothered him with when she squirmed her lithe, taunt, muscular body all over his chest, his abs, his...
"Sir, you may come out now, that girl that was chasing you is gone."
"Huh?" Ranma poked his head out of the pile of garbage and trash, to find a girl about his age that he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere before. She was apparently of Chinese descent, but spoke impeccable Japanese.
Nonetheless, she was another girl, she was the enemy, she was the concentration killer, "Go away, I'm happy here!"
With a sigh, the teenage girl with sapphire blue hair walked to the trembling pile of trash, reached in, and pulled Ranma out by the pigtail, "Please, if you must hide, do not do so in *my* garbage!"
"Oh... sorry," Ranma apologised, being held up by his hair, "Um, can you let go now?"
Just as she was about to, the girl seemed to sense something, as her eyes widened, "She's doubling back... quick, follow me!" Ranma wasn't given much choice in the matter, as the girl quickly dragged the pigtailed boy down the alleyway that... that lined the side of the Cat Cafe.
Despite his protests, Ranma ran the whole way with her, as she blindly dragged him several city blocks. "Wait, I don't even know who you are!"
"Um... call me Lon-chan," the girl replied, as she rounded a corner, and dragged Ranma into a large building, "In here, we'll be safe!"
Ranma almost received whiplash at the speed he was dragged in. In the haste, he couldn't even tell where he was, "Hold on a sec! Whatt're ya doing?"
Lon-chan recieved the key from the counter, and bolted with Ranma in tow, "No time to explain! We must find refuge lest the Okonomiyaki chef discover our wherabouts!"
"You mean Ucchan? how do you know-HEY!!!" Ranma found himself tossed head over heels, landing on the floor of the room his savoir had swiftly opened.
"We should be safe in here," Lon-chan commented, sounding relieved.
"Uh, where's here?" Ranma enquired, before his eyes answered the question. It wasn't spacious, of course, space wasn't necessary for anywhere other than the heart shaped bed with a built in gyroscope. The fourteen different types of scented bodyoils that rested on the headboard were of an exellent brand, and if one chose not to indulge in them, there were multitudes of felt whips, furr covered handcuffs, feather boas, and assortment of other fun toys... for his and her pleasure.
Ranma's mind miraculously only took a few moments to reboot itself, before he turned a wide-eyed stare to the girl who had apparently rescued him. Perhaps that wasn't the best of things to do in that instance.
Lon-chan looked over her shoulder at Ranma, wearing a coy smile, and barely wearing the robe that hid her body, and what a body it hid, ladies and gentlemen! "You're safe with me, Ranma-kun..."
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Ranma jumped from the window of the room, barely landing long enough to touch the ground below, before he was leaping onto the cars in the street, making a beeline away from his last space of occupation.
"CRIPES! NOW I HAVE GIRLS I DON'T EVEN KNOW AFTER ME!" Ranma cried out in despair, unfortunately alerting another to his presence.
"RANMA-DARLING! ALLOW ME TO WRAP MY UNDYING LOVE AROUND YOUR MASCULINE FRAME! WE SHALL OVERFLOW SEAS WITH OUR INFINITE PASSION!
The sudden presence of a certain rich priveleged girl with the grip of a giant squid didn't hinder Ranma's panic in any fashion. In fact, one would say from the way he was now wailing like a banshee, running into light poles, walls, people, and moving cars... nope, Kodachi wasn't inhibiting his panic at all.
In the ensuing commotion, another potential contestant was now aware of Ranma's wherabouts. It wouldn't have been much of an issue, really, since he would have outrun this individual quite easily, even with the deathgrip of a Kuno about him. Too bad, she also had this nifty attack that went something like...
"HAPPO FIRE RETURN!!!"
It's a lot harder to outrun a blast of ki when it's blindsiding you.
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Lon-chan continued rolling in laughter in the room of the love hotel she had checked out with Ranma. The look on his face was beyond priceless, a true kodak moment, one for the picture books or an embroidered frame,
The young woman sincerely wished she had brought a camera, but nonetheless, the fun was only starting.
"Son-in-law, you do know how to keep an old woman's spirits lively, that is for certain."
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"The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable
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"Mr. Saotome... wake up! I want some answers you little delinquent, and I will have them!"
Ranma groggily awoke from his impact induced nap. He was actually rather glad for the sleep, since it worked to get rid of a certain amorous headache. It's a shame it didn't get rid of the smell that was accompanying her, "Aw great, just when it was starting to wear off, too."
"I apologise for interrupting your monologue, but I demand some-" Ms. Ninomiya blinked, as she watch Ranma attempt to plaster himself into her wall, "-answers."
"YOU'RE A GIRL!!!"
Hinako blinked again, "It... nice to know that you managed to retain some of your bioligy studies..."
Ranma looked for an escape, any escape, finally taking in his surroundings. It only took the nearly obsessive Doremon decour to tip him off to his location. Even though he was in the presense and domicile of one of the most gorgous ladies Ranma had the privelege of meeting, the cutesy surroundings turned him off enough for him to gain some sensibility. "Uh, what am I doing at your apartment? And what's with the hole? Renovating?"
Hinako shrugged, not quite sure how to answer that question herself. She originally intended to take him home after knocking him out, so that she could have a talk with Ranma's father... and Soun Tendou. But, the longer she carried Ranma, the less inclined she seemed to feel to meet with the Tendou Patriarch. After all, her femenine senses were telling her she had a nice, young, hunk of man approaching his prime riding on her shoulder. Why settle for overripe fruit? "i thought it was best, considering your... state..." And what a state Ranma kept himself in, she thought to herself.
Some of Ranma's unease returned, as Hinako licked her lips hungrily, but he managed to squelch it down. They were probably just chapped, anyhow, nothing suggestive about it. "Um, if this is about that test last Thursday..."
"Calm down, you naughty... naughty delinquent! I just wanted to... talk."
The sultry voice was lost on Ranma, not that he didn't still remain on guard, "Well, umm, go ahead and talk... I guess."
Rolling her eyes at how tense Ranma was, Hinako gestured to the bed Ranma was standing on, "Sit down first."
"I'll stand, thanks."
Hinako pulled out a coin, "Sit."
Ranma suddenly felt obliging, "Yes Ma'am."
Grinning in satisfaction, the substitute teacher sat next to Ranma, causing him to flinch, "As for the hole, I was told it was of your doing by the young Chinese boy."
"Uh, I caused it?" not that Ranma remembered everything he did, that he was sure wasn't his doing.
"Well, he did blame you for sending him to peep," Hinako commented factually, while favoring Ranma with a hooded gaze.
Ranma shifted a bit on the bed, as he subconciously pulled his leg away from where Hinako's thigh was rubbing against it, "Um, I didn't have anything to do with that."
"That's not what I'm interested in hearing, Mr. Saotome." Hinako retorted, "The answer I'm looking for... is why you didn't come yourself?"
"..." Ranma stated with such eloquence that even the finest Japanese linguists and wordsmiths would fail to convey, before continuing, "when did you get in my lap?"
"Such a silly question to ask..." Hinako purred, as she leaned towards Ranma's ear, and whispered in a sultry voice, "Don't you think?"
In short order, Hinako was staring at the second hole in her wall. Deciding that any deposits were now a lost cause, Hinako thought that Ranma's abrupt departure was for the best. He was a student, after all, and it wouldn't be very professional of her.
Actually, she wasn't thinking that at all, sorry to have mislead you there.
"Therefore the skillful leader subdues the enemy's troops without any fighting; he captures their cities without laying siege to them; he overthrows their kingdom without lengthy operations in the field."
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Ranma dove into the alley, burying himself in a pile of trash. He dared not peak from his hiding spot, lest the girl he knew was over top on the edge of the building find him.
Ukyo continued to scan the alleyway she was sure Ranma dove into, unfortunately for her, not finding hide nor hair of him. With a groan of fustration and yearning, Ukyo leapt to the next building, hoping to spy him from the rooftops, presuming he was now trying to evade her at street level.
Even after she was gone, Ranma didn't feel inclined to leave his spot, fearful that he'll have a run-in with someone else. It was actually pretty comfortable, really. The smell also assisted with covering the obnoxious fragrance Kodachi smothered him with when she squirmed her lithe, taunt, muscular body all over his chest, his abs, his...
"Sir, you may come out now, that girl that was chasing you is gone."
"Huh?" Ranma poked his head out of the pile of garbage and trash, to find a girl about his age that he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere before. She was apparently of Chinese descent, but spoke impeccable Japanese.
Nonetheless, she was another girl, she was the enemy, she was the concentration killer, "Go away, I'm happy here!"
With a sigh, the teenage girl with sapphire blue hair walked to the trembling pile of trash, reached in, and pulled Ranma out by the pigtail, "Please, if you must hide, do not do so in *my* garbage!"
"Oh... sorry," Ranma apologised, being held up by his hair, "Um, can you let go now?"
Just as she was about to, the girl seemed to sense something, as her eyes widened, "She's doubling back... quick, follow me!" Ranma wasn't given much choice in the matter, as the girl quickly dragged the pigtailed boy down the alleyway that... that lined the side of the Cat Cafe.
Despite his protests, Ranma ran the whole way with her, as she blindly dragged him several city blocks. "Wait, I don't even know who you are!"
"Um... call me Lon-chan," the girl replied, as she rounded a corner, and dragged Ranma into a large building, "In here, we'll be safe!"
Ranma almost received whiplash at the speed he was dragged in. In the haste, he couldn't even tell where he was, "Hold on a sec! Whatt're ya doing?"
Lon-chan recieved the key from the counter, and bolted with Ranma in tow, "No time to explain! We must find refuge lest the Okonomiyaki chef discover our wherabouts!"
"You mean Ucchan? how do you know-HEY!!!" Ranma found himself tossed head over heels, landing on the floor of the room his savoir had swiftly opened.
"We should be safe in here," Lon-chan commented, sounding relieved.
"Uh, where's here?" Ranma enquired, before his eyes answered the question. It wasn't spacious, of course, space wasn't necessary for anywhere other than the heart shaped bed with a built in gyroscope. The fourteen different types of scented bodyoils that rested on the headboard were of an exellent brand, and if one chose not to indulge in them, there were multitudes of felt whips, furr covered handcuffs, feather boas, and assortment of other fun toys... for his and her pleasure.
Ranma's mind miraculously only took a few moments to reboot itself, before he turned a wide-eyed stare to the girl who had apparently rescued him. Perhaps that wasn't the best of things to do in that instance.
Lon-chan looked over her shoulder at Ranma, wearing a coy smile, and barely wearing the robe that hid her body, and what a body it hid, ladies and gentlemen! "You're safe with me, Ranma-kun..."
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Ranma jumped from the window of the room, barely landing long enough to touch the ground below, before he was leaping onto the cars in the street, making a beeline away from his last space of occupation.
"CRIPES! NOW I HAVE GIRLS I DON'T EVEN KNOW AFTER ME!" Ranma cried out in despair, unfortunately alerting another to his presence.
"RANMA-DARLING! ALLOW ME TO WRAP MY UNDYING LOVE AROUND YOUR MASCULINE FRAME! WE SHALL OVERFLOW SEAS WITH OUR INFINITE PASSION!
The sudden presence of a certain rich priveleged girl with the grip of a giant squid didn't hinder Ranma's panic in any fashion. In fact, one would say from the way he was now wailing like a banshee, running into light poles, walls, people, and moving cars... nope, Kodachi wasn't inhibiting his panic at all.
In the ensuing commotion, another potential contestant was now aware of Ranma's wherabouts. It wouldn't have been much of an issue, really, since he would have outrun this individual quite easily, even with the deathgrip of a Kuno about him. Too bad, she also had this nifty attack that went something like...
"HAPPO FIRE RETURN!!!"
It's a lot harder to outrun a blast of ki when it's blindsiding you.
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Lon-chan continued rolling in laughter in the room of the love hotel she had checked out with Ranma. The look on his face was beyond priceless, a true kodak moment, one for the picture books or an embroidered frame,
The young woman sincerely wished she had brought a camera, but nonetheless, the fun was only starting.
"Son-in-law, you do know how to keep an old woman's spirits lively, that is for certain."
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"The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable
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"Mr. Saotome... wake up! I want some answers you little delinquent, and I will have them!"
Ranma groggily awoke from his impact induced nap. He was actually rather glad for the sleep, since it worked to get rid of a certain amorous headache. It's a shame it didn't get rid of the smell that was accompanying her, "Aw great, just when it was starting to wear off, too."
"I apologise for interrupting your monologue, but I demand some-" Ms. Ninomiya blinked, as she watch Ranma attempt to plaster himself into her wall, "-answers."
"YOU'RE A GIRL!!!"
Hinako blinked again, "It... nice to know that you managed to retain some of your bioligy studies..."
Ranma looked for an escape, any escape, finally taking in his surroundings. It only took the nearly obsessive Doremon decour to tip him off to his location. Even though he was in the presense and domicile of one of the most gorgous ladies Ranma had the privelege of meeting, the cutesy surroundings turned him off enough for him to gain some sensibility. "Uh, what am I doing at your apartment? And what's with the hole? Renovating?"
Hinako shrugged, not quite sure how to answer that question herself. She originally intended to take him home after knocking him out, so that she could have a talk with Ranma's father... and Soun Tendou. But, the longer she carried Ranma, the less inclined she seemed to feel to meet with the Tendou Patriarch. After all, her femenine senses were telling her she had a nice, young, hunk of man approaching his prime riding on her shoulder. Why settle for overripe fruit? "i thought it was best, considering your... state..." And what a state Ranma kept himself in, she thought to herself.
Some of Ranma's unease returned, as Hinako licked her lips hungrily, but he managed to squelch it down. They were probably just chapped, anyhow, nothing suggestive about it. "Um, if this is about that test last Thursday..."
"Calm down, you naughty... naughty delinquent! I just wanted to... talk."
The sultry voice was lost on Ranma, not that he didn't still remain on guard, "Well, umm, go ahead and talk... I guess."
Rolling her eyes at how tense Ranma was, Hinako gestured to the bed Ranma was standing on, "Sit down first."
"I'll stand, thanks."
Hinako pulled out a coin, "Sit."
Ranma suddenly felt obliging, "Yes Ma'am."
Grinning in satisfaction, the substitute teacher sat next to Ranma, causing him to flinch, "As for the hole, I was told it was of your doing by the young Chinese boy."
"Uh, I caused it?" not that Ranma remembered everything he did, that he was sure wasn't his doing.
"Well, he did blame you for sending him to peep," Hinako commented factually, while favoring Ranma with a hooded gaze.
Ranma shifted a bit on the bed, as he subconciously pulled his leg away from where Hinako's thigh was rubbing against it, "Um, I didn't have anything to do with that."
"That's not what I'm interested in hearing, Mr. Saotome." Hinako retorted, "The answer I'm looking for... is why you didn't come yourself?"
"..." Ranma stated with such eloquence that even the finest Japanese linguists and wordsmiths would fail to convey, before continuing, "when did you get in my lap?"
"Such a silly question to ask..." Hinako purred, as she leaned towards Ranma's ear, and whispered in a sultry voice, "Don't you think?"
In short order, Hinako was staring at the second hole in her wall. Deciding that any deposits were now a lost cause, Hinako thought that Ranma's abrupt departure was for the best. He was a student, after all, and it wouldn't be very professional of her.
Actually, she wasn't thinking that at all, sorry to have mislead you there.