Ranma; Just Plain Hard
"Hey, isn't that the new guy, Ranma?"
"What's he doing walking with Nabiki?"
"I heard he was supposed to be her fiancee."
"But he was always walking with Akane, that's wierd..."
Ranma walked behind his fiancee, seemingly oblivious to the murmurings around him. Truthfully, he was doing his ample best to hide the nervousness that was brought on by the girl in front of him. Being shaken up was something he wasn't accustomed to, but something about her was off-setting his usual reaction to situations that managed to get to him. Far more fustrated than he was letting on, he contemplated on the possible reasons why Nabiki would still even care about him. Sure, they had fun and all that night, but he didn't expect her to fly off the hook like that. Hell, she was the first girl that wasn't crazy as hell that even had shown any possesive intrest in him; not that any girl could hold him down, of course. He wasn't goin' domestic or any shit like that, he was just letting the girl chill. Wasn't like she had a him in her throes.
"Ranma..."
"Sup?" The pigtailed young man quickly responded; coming to an immidiate stop before he toppled over Nabiki.
The Middle Tendou sister didn't even turn to regard him, "I expect to see you two minutes after the final bell rings, is that clear?"
Ranma decided he wasn't going to let her get away with this, "What? You gonna bust my balls over one little mistake like this?"
Everyone Nabiki was facing could see her eye rapidly twitch, "*One*... little... mistake?" She did an admirable job of keeping her voice from dripping acid onto the concrete walkway.
Ranma tossed his head to the side, popping the joints in his neck, "'Aight... two little mistakes, but I thought we over that now..."
"I see, so you believe because you said you were sorry for...." Nabiki took a deep breath, and curved her volume before she said anything that would cause... problems for her at school, "You're faaaarrrrrr from through with this, Ranma."
"What, so you hold'n a grudge? Damn you're a petty bi-" Nabiki sharply turned around before he could finish.
"Dont. Go. There." Ranma attempted to look intimidating down towards Nabiki, but she didn't even need to remove the glasses this time to know how much of an act it was. The girl sharply turned away from Ranma, "Two minutes." Before the point could be argued, Akane walked behind him, snickering at his expense.
"Shuddup," Ranma mumbled, before taking a step away.
"Sorry, sorry," Akane replied, calming herself, before noticing something missing, "Hey, where's Kuno?"
"Splinters," Ranma replied casually, walking into the school.
"Splinters?"
"Yeah, the kind the puta would haveta have a proctologist work at..." Akane decided not to ask, since the image she already had was too damn hilarious.
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"Well, aren't you going to go out and meet him?" one girl asked Nabiki, as they looked out the window and watched Ranma standing impatiently, waiting for Nabiki herself.
The middle Tendou sister tilted her head to the side, "Eventually."
"Uh, eventually?"
"I don't feel sufficiently vindicated yet." Nabiki replied, checking her watch; seven minutes since the bell rung.
"Um, what did he do?"
"My sisters," Nabiki wasn't really paying attention to what she said.
"What about your sisters?" the girl asked, eyeing Nabiki curiously. The preoccupied girl realized her slip. She turned away, not noticing that Ranma was about to leave.
"Don't worry about it, he just managed to upset Kasumi, that's all."
"Huh? I didn't think that was possib-" A loud thundering sound cut the girl off.
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Ranma grumbled, and looked up towards the clock tower, seven minutes since the bell got out. He knew she was just being petty, and he should have just walked. Fuck her if she was gonna attempt to play him like this; he was Ranma Saotome. Ain't NO girl gonna be mak'n him sweat tha twat!
"Bump this, I'm outtie.." Ranma turned to leave, when a sound caught his attention, "What the fu..."
He deftly leapt away, right as the area he was standing in became point of impact for an angry bomb. Before Ranma could even round on whatever attempted to smash him, from the crater and dust emerged a furious looking guy his age, swinging an umbrella wildly at him. Ranma quickly jumped away, and quickly brought his baseball bat to guard. As the two weapons collided, Ranma rolled around, pulled his gun, and aimed it straight at the head of his attacker; finding a gun aimed right at his head in return.
"Ranma Saotome," the other young man seethed, "you... are... dead..."
"What the FUCK is your beef, nigga?" Ranma asked, his finger twitching on the trigger of his glock.
"You ruined my life, TOTALLY! Don't think you can cop an attitude with me!"
"Shit, you acting like I killed your damn dog or something!" Ranma replied, smirking a bit.
"You almost did."
Ranma blinked at the reply, before his eyes went wide in surprise, "Oh... oh SNAP! Ryoga! RYOGA HIBIKI! Sup! It's beena... minute..." Ranma seemed to recall the fact that his associate had a gun trained on his face.
"DON'T EVEN ACT LIKE WE'RE FRIENDS!!! I AM NOT YOUR KAMI BE DAMNED FRIEND!!! BECAUSE OF YOU, I'VE SEEN HELL!!!" Ryoga all but exploded at Ranma, and the pigtailed martial artist seemed to be confused with the response.
"Say wha? What did I do to you? I helped your ass out!"
Ryoga barked with a mirthless laugh, "*Your* help is what caused all my problems. I went everywhere looking for you because of what you did. Had to make some deals to stay on your trail that you're ass is going to pay for, even went to China tailing your ass..."
"China... oh Dawg, you end up at Jusenkyo? Now you can't blame me for that shit, I..."
"SHUT UP!" Ryoga forced himself to calm down, and then eyed Ranma balefully, "Anyway, I'm here to be your executioner..."
"What? With this toy?" Ranma asked, before noticing Ryoga's shoulder, just peaking out of his tunic. It was black, stained black, as in tattooed. A stylized tattoo that would probably run all over his shoulder, a good portion of his back, and maybe in the front. A tattoo that told Ranma he had found a whole world of shit facing off against him. Behind his glasses, Ranma realized...
Ryoga wasn't holding a toy.
"SHIT!" Ranma shouted, moving faster than Ryoga could react. Ranma quickly parried Ryoga's wrist upwards, causing him to fire his gun into the sky. Everyone in the schoolyard jolted in shock, before somebody shouted.
"GEDDOWN, GEDDOWN!!!"
Everyone either decided to follow Akane's shout, or started to run. Amongst them, Ranma and Ryoga were wrestling each other to keep their weapons from being pointed at one another. Ranma managed to wretch Ryoga's wrist, causing him to drop his gun, which allowed Ryoga to bring his umbrella and slam it into Ranma's left ribs.
Expecting it, Ranma rolled to the side with the blow, wondering what the hell it was made of, and lashed out in a foot sweep. Ryoga jumped back, and Ranma gave an internal sigh that Ryoga didn't go for his gun again. Ranma picked up his baseball bat, and swung it at Ryoga. The bandanna clad boy swung his umbrella to counter, and the umbrella won, hands down.
"Fuckin' cheap ass piece of shit!" Ranma cursed, quickly pulling away from Ryoga's return swing. The pigtailed martial artist was put off balance from the hasty evade, allowing Ryoga a pretty clean shot. wanting to finish Ranma beyond a shadow of a doubt, Ryoga stabbed at Ranma's face with his weapon.
"RANMA!" Nabiki cried out in sheer concern, and was quickly pulled back into the building by two other girls.
"Quiet! That guy's got a GUN!"
"Yeah, you draw attention to yourself, he may shoot you instead of Ranma!"
"Shoot... Ranma?" Nabiki paled at the idea.
Ranma rolled away as fast as possible, and shot to his feet. With his left hand, he rubbed his cheek, wiping the blood from the deep scratch that he got from the edge of Ryoga's weapon. He examined his hand, and smirked. Ryoga brought it to bare again, watching Ranma cautiously this time; waiting for the pigtailed fighter to make the next move.
"You better fuck'n feel fortunate you didn't fuck up my glasses," Ranma replied with a ice cool voice tainted with mirth and disconcern, "Looks like I'm gonna have to get stupid with this, now..."
"Hey, isn't that the new guy, Ranma?"
"What's he doing walking with Nabiki?"
"I heard he was supposed to be her fiancee."
"But he was always walking with Akane, that's wierd..."
Ranma walked behind his fiancee, seemingly oblivious to the murmurings around him. Truthfully, he was doing his ample best to hide the nervousness that was brought on by the girl in front of him. Being shaken up was something he wasn't accustomed to, but something about her was off-setting his usual reaction to situations that managed to get to him. Far more fustrated than he was letting on, he contemplated on the possible reasons why Nabiki would still even care about him. Sure, they had fun and all that night, but he didn't expect her to fly off the hook like that. Hell, she was the first girl that wasn't crazy as hell that even had shown any possesive intrest in him; not that any girl could hold him down, of course. He wasn't goin' domestic or any shit like that, he was just letting the girl chill. Wasn't like she had a him in her throes.
"Ranma..."
"Sup?" The pigtailed young man quickly responded; coming to an immidiate stop before he toppled over Nabiki.
The Middle Tendou sister didn't even turn to regard him, "I expect to see you two minutes after the final bell rings, is that clear?"
Ranma decided he wasn't going to let her get away with this, "What? You gonna bust my balls over one little mistake like this?"
Everyone Nabiki was facing could see her eye rapidly twitch, "*One*... little... mistake?" She did an admirable job of keeping her voice from dripping acid onto the concrete walkway.
Ranma tossed his head to the side, popping the joints in his neck, "'Aight... two little mistakes, but I thought we over that now..."
"I see, so you believe because you said you were sorry for...." Nabiki took a deep breath, and curved her volume before she said anything that would cause... problems for her at school, "You're faaaarrrrrr from through with this, Ranma."
"What, so you hold'n a grudge? Damn you're a petty bi-" Nabiki sharply turned around before he could finish.
"Dont. Go. There." Ranma attempted to look intimidating down towards Nabiki, but she didn't even need to remove the glasses this time to know how much of an act it was. The girl sharply turned away from Ranma, "Two minutes." Before the point could be argued, Akane walked behind him, snickering at his expense.
"Shuddup," Ranma mumbled, before taking a step away.
"Sorry, sorry," Akane replied, calming herself, before noticing something missing, "Hey, where's Kuno?"
"Splinters," Ranma replied casually, walking into the school.
"Splinters?"
"Yeah, the kind the puta would haveta have a proctologist work at..." Akane decided not to ask, since the image she already had was too damn hilarious.
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"Well, aren't you going to go out and meet him?" one girl asked Nabiki, as they looked out the window and watched Ranma standing impatiently, waiting for Nabiki herself.
The middle Tendou sister tilted her head to the side, "Eventually."
"Uh, eventually?"
"I don't feel sufficiently vindicated yet." Nabiki replied, checking her watch; seven minutes since the bell rung.
"Um, what did he do?"
"My sisters," Nabiki wasn't really paying attention to what she said.
"What about your sisters?" the girl asked, eyeing Nabiki curiously. The preoccupied girl realized her slip. She turned away, not noticing that Ranma was about to leave.
"Don't worry about it, he just managed to upset Kasumi, that's all."
"Huh? I didn't think that was possib-" A loud thundering sound cut the girl off.
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Ranma grumbled, and looked up towards the clock tower, seven minutes since the bell got out. He knew she was just being petty, and he should have just walked. Fuck her if she was gonna attempt to play him like this; he was Ranma Saotome. Ain't NO girl gonna be mak'n him sweat tha twat!
"Bump this, I'm outtie.." Ranma turned to leave, when a sound caught his attention, "What the fu..."
He deftly leapt away, right as the area he was standing in became point of impact for an angry bomb. Before Ranma could even round on whatever attempted to smash him, from the crater and dust emerged a furious looking guy his age, swinging an umbrella wildly at him. Ranma quickly jumped away, and quickly brought his baseball bat to guard. As the two weapons collided, Ranma rolled around, pulled his gun, and aimed it straight at the head of his attacker; finding a gun aimed right at his head in return.
"Ranma Saotome," the other young man seethed, "you... are... dead..."
"What the FUCK is your beef, nigga?" Ranma asked, his finger twitching on the trigger of his glock.
"You ruined my life, TOTALLY! Don't think you can cop an attitude with me!"
"Shit, you acting like I killed your damn dog or something!" Ranma replied, smirking a bit.
"You almost did."
Ranma blinked at the reply, before his eyes went wide in surprise, "Oh... oh SNAP! Ryoga! RYOGA HIBIKI! Sup! It's beena... minute..." Ranma seemed to recall the fact that his associate had a gun trained on his face.
"DON'T EVEN ACT LIKE WE'RE FRIENDS!!! I AM NOT YOUR KAMI BE DAMNED FRIEND!!! BECAUSE OF YOU, I'VE SEEN HELL!!!" Ryoga all but exploded at Ranma, and the pigtailed martial artist seemed to be confused with the response.
"Say wha? What did I do to you? I helped your ass out!"
Ryoga barked with a mirthless laugh, "*Your* help is what caused all my problems. I went everywhere looking for you because of what you did. Had to make some deals to stay on your trail that you're ass is going to pay for, even went to China tailing your ass..."
"China... oh Dawg, you end up at Jusenkyo? Now you can't blame me for that shit, I..."
"SHUT UP!" Ryoga forced himself to calm down, and then eyed Ranma balefully, "Anyway, I'm here to be your executioner..."
"What? With this toy?" Ranma asked, before noticing Ryoga's shoulder, just peaking out of his tunic. It was black, stained black, as in tattooed. A stylized tattoo that would probably run all over his shoulder, a good portion of his back, and maybe in the front. A tattoo that told Ranma he had found a whole world of shit facing off against him. Behind his glasses, Ranma realized...
Ryoga wasn't holding a toy.
"SHIT!" Ranma shouted, moving faster than Ryoga could react. Ranma quickly parried Ryoga's wrist upwards, causing him to fire his gun into the sky. Everyone in the schoolyard jolted in shock, before somebody shouted.
"GEDDOWN, GEDDOWN!!!"
Everyone either decided to follow Akane's shout, or started to run. Amongst them, Ranma and Ryoga were wrestling each other to keep their weapons from being pointed at one another. Ranma managed to wretch Ryoga's wrist, causing him to drop his gun, which allowed Ryoga to bring his umbrella and slam it into Ranma's left ribs.
Expecting it, Ranma rolled to the side with the blow, wondering what the hell it was made of, and lashed out in a foot sweep. Ryoga jumped back, and Ranma gave an internal sigh that Ryoga didn't go for his gun again. Ranma picked up his baseball bat, and swung it at Ryoga. The bandanna clad boy swung his umbrella to counter, and the umbrella won, hands down.
"Fuckin' cheap ass piece of shit!" Ranma cursed, quickly pulling away from Ryoga's return swing. The pigtailed martial artist was put off balance from the hasty evade, allowing Ryoga a pretty clean shot. wanting to finish Ranma beyond a shadow of a doubt, Ryoga stabbed at Ranma's face with his weapon.
"RANMA!" Nabiki cried out in sheer concern, and was quickly pulled back into the building by two other girls.
"Quiet! That guy's got a GUN!"
"Yeah, you draw attention to yourself, he may shoot you instead of Ranma!"
"Shoot... Ranma?" Nabiki paled at the idea.
Ranma rolled away as fast as possible, and shot to his feet. With his left hand, he rubbed his cheek, wiping the blood from the deep scratch that he got from the edge of Ryoga's weapon. He examined his hand, and smirked. Ryoga brought it to bare again, watching Ranma cautiously this time; waiting for the pigtailed fighter to make the next move.
"You better fuck'n feel fortunate you didn't fuck up my glasses," Ranma replied with a ice cool voice tainted with mirth and disconcern, "Looks like I'm gonna have to get stupid with this, now..."