Ranma; Just Plain Hard
"Comon Ranma, we have to get back to school!" Akane chided, trying to get the young man to see some reason."
"Na, I'm head'n back to tha crib and chill fo' a while, cool?" Ranma replied as he strolled along.
"But we're going to get in trouble!"
"So? If you so worried, why you tagg'n?" Ranma asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I'm concerned!" Akane replied, as if the answer were readily apparent.
Ranma tilted his head, and his mouth smiled while his glasses got a peculiar gleam, "Oh, yo den, you wanna hurry up back to your room so we can discuss yo' concern?" Before Akane could ask what he meant, Ranma felt something brush his feet. He blinked, and looked down.
"Huh?" Akane stopped, and looked down, "Awww, what a cute little ca..."
"RRRWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwww"
Akane watched the adorable cat sail over the Nerima skyline, than turned to Ranma with more than a little hostility, "Why in the HELL did you do that for?"
"Fuck'n little shits," Ranma spat, looking to where the cat dissappeared to, "Goddamn hate em!" He continued on his way, leaving Akane to stare horrified after him. It wasn't until he got a good distance away before she snapped back to reality.
"HEY! YOU JERK! IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS KITTEN!" Fortunately, for Akane's sake, Ranma chose to ignore the other girl's ranting all the way home.
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"AND ANOTHER THING..." Akane continued as they walked in the front door of the Tendou home.
::SMACK!!!::
"Girl, you gett'n too loud for yo' britches," Ranma said calmly, walking towards the kitchen. Akane's eyes stayed wide in shock, as the pulsing heat in her backside expanded from where Ranma's hand had met it. It would take her several moments before she absorbed the reality, and found a suitable punishment for such an affront.
While she was busy processing divine retribution, Ranma was intercepted by a stern faced Soun, "So, I see you've decided on my youngest..." His expression changed to beaming, as he wrapped an arm around the young man, "And a good choice I might add! She can help you teach in the dojo!"
Akane had finally decided on an appropriate punishment that would have Ranma sheepishly apologising after seeing the err of his ways; it just left the question of where Kasumi kept the the broken glass, and if Ranma could actually spread his legs that far, "RAAAANNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAAA....."
::CLICK::
It's amazing how the tell tale sign of a glock chambering a bullet can derail thoughts of justifyable vengance. Akane decided that her revenge will be slow but sure, as she rushed upstairs quickly to her room; most assuradly not to hide, not at all. Particularly hide under the bed, of course not.
"N-now Tendou, Ol' pal..." Genma interjected, while holding Ranma's hand up, which caused the gun he was holding to be pointed straight into the air, "Ranma's in the prime of his youth, he has plenty of time to decide for himself!"
"But Saotome.." the Tendou Patriarch began to argue.
"He has *plenty* of time, doesn't he, Tendou ol' pal?" the stalky man interrupted in a tone that brooked no argument.
"I'm haungry, Kasumi, what you got in thea?" Ranma easily shook his hand from Genma's grasp (not that Genma would be stupid enough to have it in a tight grip). Without waiting for a reply, the young man walked into the kitchen.
Soun watched after the youth, and turned to his friend, "Genma, why is it that Ranma shows us no respect? What is it that you fear of him?"
"Well, Tendou, I thought the gun would go a way to explain the second question," Genma replied wryly, "As for the second... it all started with the second biggest mistake I had ever made with Ranma's training..."
"What do you mean?" Soun asked, motioning Genma back to the shogi board for them to converse.
"Tendou, what do you know about the Cat Fist?"
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"Yo, girl, lemme hollar at you for a bit," Ranma called out, as he walked into the kitchen.
"I guess, but I hope you aren't too loud," Kasumi replied with a slight frown. Ranma paused for a bit, and then shrugged the reply off.
"What you got to eat? Be starv'n, yo!"
"Oh, well lunch won't be ready for another hour or so, would you like me to make something to tide you over until then?"
"You good to a Nigga, you know that?" Ranma reclined, as Kasumi turned around to finish up the current preparations she was making for lunch. Her vegetable cutting slowed, and stopped. On intuition, she turned to see Ranma. Though his eyes were hidden behind is Oakleys, the way his head tilted made it apparent where his gaze was.
"Um, Ranma, pardon me for enquiring, but are you staring at my behind?"
"Word," Ranma replied, his view never changing, "You got some fine shit there. You mak'n my jock hungry to hit that!"
"Um.. thank you... I suppose..." Kasumi replied, not quite sure how to take the, what she presumed was a compliment. Her hand wasn't as steady cutting the vegetables as it was before.
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"Oooh, the shame!" a younger by ten years Genma Saotome replied, to think my son, afraid of measly cats!" Ranma stood in the corner, shivering fiercly at the mention of the four legged demons sent to drag his very soul to the coldest, most desolate recesses of Hell. He would have lost count of how many times he was thrown into 'the pit', what with his mind being brought to the brink of shattering irrepairibly. After all, Genma did.
The older Saotome looked at his cowering son, and pushed his glasses further onto his nose. He could not have his son with such a damning weakness that enemies would quickly take advantage of, and his wife would most assuradly not find manly at all. Thus, he made a decision of what needed to be done.
"Ranma," Genma said sternly, "If we take a lifetime, we will cure you of this pathetic fear of cats!
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"So, you resolved to cure Ranma of his allurophobia that he developed from the Cat Fist training?" Soun reiterated.
"That I did, Tendou," Genma affirmed, "We searched all of Japan for any techniques that would counter the side effects of the Cat Fist, and we began to despair. Before we gave up, I had caught wind of a style that made men so fearless, that their own self-preservation was meaningless before their ambitions."
"It would truly be a remarkable form, if it would cure Ranma of his acute phobia that I he must have developed," the Tendou Patriarch replied, "I presume you found it?"
"Indeed. Our search took us to Okinawa, to the American military occupational base..."
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"You are not authorized to enter the premesis." The gate guard stated firmly. Genma would not have had a problem taking him down for standing in the way of his ritious cause, but, well, he and the other guy had these scary looking guns...
"Please, it's a matter of life and death that I find a man I was told would be here!" The stalky man pleaded, hoping to get the guard's sympathy at least.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you pass. If you give me the name of the person you are looking for, I'll ensure he or she gets word you are trying to contact them."
"But I don't KNOW his name!" Genma replied, and gringed as the guard reached for his gun when the other man's voice raised.
"I'm afraid I cannot help you then, sir. Now I must ask you to leave."
"But... but..."
"This is not a request, sir." the flap on the gun holster came unbuttoned.
"But you did ask! So it is..." Genma grabbed his son and ran, as soon as the sound of metal sliding from leather sounded.
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At a unlit part of the surrounding fence, Genma and Ranma leapt over it, and quickly ran into the shadows cast by the light of the night lights and waning moon. Genma looked around to ensure no one had noticed them, and headed for the place he was told he could find the man he was looking for, the NCO club.
The few people that were in at that time of night looked at the stalky man in the dirty white gi with a child no more than ten of age. The patrons knew they didn't belong, but decided they didn't care. The staff had their recriminations, but decided that they would descreetly call the base MPs and that there was no hurry to do so... yet.
Genma asked several people in English a question that Ranma couldn't follow. A couple gave him weird looks, while some others ignored him. Finally, one pointed him to the direction of a black man with a black bandanna tied around his bicep, holding a shot of some amber liquid while listening to the rap that was playing in the slightly distorted speaker system...
"Comon Ranma, we have to get back to school!" Akane chided, trying to get the young man to see some reason."
"Na, I'm head'n back to tha crib and chill fo' a while, cool?" Ranma replied as he strolled along.
"But we're going to get in trouble!"
"So? If you so worried, why you tagg'n?" Ranma asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I'm concerned!" Akane replied, as if the answer were readily apparent.
Ranma tilted his head, and his mouth smiled while his glasses got a peculiar gleam, "Oh, yo den, you wanna hurry up back to your room so we can discuss yo' concern?" Before Akane could ask what he meant, Ranma felt something brush his feet. He blinked, and looked down.
"Huh?" Akane stopped, and looked down, "Awww, what a cute little ca..."
"RRRWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwww"
Akane watched the adorable cat sail over the Nerima skyline, than turned to Ranma with more than a little hostility, "Why in the HELL did you do that for?"
"Fuck'n little shits," Ranma spat, looking to where the cat dissappeared to, "Goddamn hate em!" He continued on his way, leaving Akane to stare horrified after him. It wasn't until he got a good distance away before she snapped back to reality.
"HEY! YOU JERK! IT WAS JUST A HARMLESS KITTEN!" Fortunately, for Akane's sake, Ranma chose to ignore the other girl's ranting all the way home.
________________________
"AND ANOTHER THING..." Akane continued as they walked in the front door of the Tendou home.
::SMACK!!!::
"Girl, you gett'n too loud for yo' britches," Ranma said calmly, walking towards the kitchen. Akane's eyes stayed wide in shock, as the pulsing heat in her backside expanded from where Ranma's hand had met it. It would take her several moments before she absorbed the reality, and found a suitable punishment for such an affront.
While she was busy processing divine retribution, Ranma was intercepted by a stern faced Soun, "So, I see you've decided on my youngest..." His expression changed to beaming, as he wrapped an arm around the young man, "And a good choice I might add! She can help you teach in the dojo!"
Akane had finally decided on an appropriate punishment that would have Ranma sheepishly apologising after seeing the err of his ways; it just left the question of where Kasumi kept the the broken glass, and if Ranma could actually spread his legs that far, "RAAAANNNNNMMMMMAAAAAAAA....."
::CLICK::
It's amazing how the tell tale sign of a glock chambering a bullet can derail thoughts of justifyable vengance. Akane decided that her revenge will be slow but sure, as she rushed upstairs quickly to her room; most assuradly not to hide, not at all. Particularly hide under the bed, of course not.
"N-now Tendou, Ol' pal..." Genma interjected, while holding Ranma's hand up, which caused the gun he was holding to be pointed straight into the air, "Ranma's in the prime of his youth, he has plenty of time to decide for himself!"
"But Saotome.." the Tendou Patriarch began to argue.
"He has *plenty* of time, doesn't he, Tendou ol' pal?" the stalky man interrupted in a tone that brooked no argument.
"I'm haungry, Kasumi, what you got in thea?" Ranma easily shook his hand from Genma's grasp (not that Genma would be stupid enough to have it in a tight grip). Without waiting for a reply, the young man walked into the kitchen.
Soun watched after the youth, and turned to his friend, "Genma, why is it that Ranma shows us no respect? What is it that you fear of him?"
"Well, Tendou, I thought the gun would go a way to explain the second question," Genma replied wryly, "As for the second... it all started with the second biggest mistake I had ever made with Ranma's training..."
"What do you mean?" Soun asked, motioning Genma back to the shogi board for them to converse.
"Tendou, what do you know about the Cat Fist?"
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"Yo, girl, lemme hollar at you for a bit," Ranma called out, as he walked into the kitchen.
"I guess, but I hope you aren't too loud," Kasumi replied with a slight frown. Ranma paused for a bit, and then shrugged the reply off.
"What you got to eat? Be starv'n, yo!"
"Oh, well lunch won't be ready for another hour or so, would you like me to make something to tide you over until then?"
"You good to a Nigga, you know that?" Ranma reclined, as Kasumi turned around to finish up the current preparations she was making for lunch. Her vegetable cutting slowed, and stopped. On intuition, she turned to see Ranma. Though his eyes were hidden behind is Oakleys, the way his head tilted made it apparent where his gaze was.
"Um, Ranma, pardon me for enquiring, but are you staring at my behind?"
"Word," Ranma replied, his view never changing, "You got some fine shit there. You mak'n my jock hungry to hit that!"
"Um.. thank you... I suppose..." Kasumi replied, not quite sure how to take the, what she presumed was a compliment. Her hand wasn't as steady cutting the vegetables as it was before.
________________________
"Oooh, the shame!" a younger by ten years Genma Saotome replied, to think my son, afraid of measly cats!" Ranma stood in the corner, shivering fiercly at the mention of the four legged demons sent to drag his very soul to the coldest, most desolate recesses of Hell. He would have lost count of how many times he was thrown into 'the pit', what with his mind being brought to the brink of shattering irrepairibly. After all, Genma did.
The older Saotome looked at his cowering son, and pushed his glasses further onto his nose. He could not have his son with such a damning weakness that enemies would quickly take advantage of, and his wife would most assuradly not find manly at all. Thus, he made a decision of what needed to be done.
"Ranma," Genma said sternly, "If we take a lifetime, we will cure you of this pathetic fear of cats!
________________________
"So, you resolved to cure Ranma of his allurophobia that he developed from the Cat Fist training?" Soun reiterated.
"That I did, Tendou," Genma affirmed, "We searched all of Japan for any techniques that would counter the side effects of the Cat Fist, and we began to despair. Before we gave up, I had caught wind of a style that made men so fearless, that their own self-preservation was meaningless before their ambitions."
"It would truly be a remarkable form, if it would cure Ranma of his acute phobia that I he must have developed," the Tendou Patriarch replied, "I presume you found it?"
"Indeed. Our search took us to Okinawa, to the American military occupational base..."
********************
"You are not authorized to enter the premesis." The gate guard stated firmly. Genma would not have had a problem taking him down for standing in the way of his ritious cause, but, well, he and the other guy had these scary looking guns...
"Please, it's a matter of life and death that I find a man I was told would be here!" The stalky man pleaded, hoping to get the guard's sympathy at least.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you pass. If you give me the name of the person you are looking for, I'll ensure he or she gets word you are trying to contact them."
"But I don't KNOW his name!" Genma replied, and gringed as the guard reached for his gun when the other man's voice raised.
"I'm afraid I cannot help you then, sir. Now I must ask you to leave."
"But... but..."
"This is not a request, sir." the flap on the gun holster came unbuttoned.
"But you did ask! So it is..." Genma grabbed his son and ran, as soon as the sound of metal sliding from leather sounded.
________________________
At a unlit part of the surrounding fence, Genma and Ranma leapt over it, and quickly ran into the shadows cast by the light of the night lights and waning moon. Genma looked around to ensure no one had noticed them, and headed for the place he was told he could find the man he was looking for, the NCO club.
The few people that were in at that time of night looked at the stalky man in the dirty white gi with a child no more than ten of age. The patrons knew they didn't belong, but decided they didn't care. The staff had their recriminations, but decided that they would descreetly call the base MPs and that there was no hurry to do so... yet.
Genma asked several people in English a question that Ranma couldn't follow. A couple gave him weird looks, while some others ignored him. Finally, one pointed him to the direction of a black man with a black bandanna tied around his bicep, holding a shot of some amber liquid while listening to the rap that was playing in the slightly distorted speaker system...