KING OF FIGHTERS

                          A RANMA � FIC

                               by

                         the DragonBard

                            Chapter 2:

                         Secrets Revealed

     Ranma � and its characters are the property of Rumiko Takashai, and 
Viz Videos.  All characters who make cameos in this fic are owned by 
their creators.
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     The Tendos simply stared at the transformed Ranma in front of them.  
Where, just a moment before, had sat a powerful, 'male,�  martial 
artist, now sat a beautiful, red headed woman.
     �I knew it.  He�s a pervert.�  Akane muttered.  Nabiki stared at 
the man of her dreams, who had just become a player in a nightmare.  
Kasumi had only a little pout of a frown to show her disappointment.  
Meantime, Soun began a fresh wave of tears.  Ranma sighed.  He had 
suspected that would be their reaction.  <Well, might as well get it 
over in one fell swoop.>  He thought.  Ranma grabbed his backpack, and 
pulled out what looked like a crystal ashtray.  He set it down in the 
middle of the table.
     �There�s something else that you ought to be aware of.�  He said.  
�You see, I went on what you might call . . . a training voyage, that 
had some rather interesting consequences.�  Ranma said.
     �You mean, besides your curse?�  Nabiki murmured.  Ranma simply 
nodded.
     �{Holoalbum, play back final recording, and engage Japanese 
translation algorithms.}�  Before anyone could ask what he had just 
said, an inverted cone of light appeared over the holoalbum.  Within the 
cone, images appeared.  Images, crystal clear ones, of Ranma, and 
another figure.  A man, with spiky black hair, dressed in an orange gi.
     �I didn�t think that anyone on Earth could make holograms that 
realistic.�  Nabiki said.
     �I didn�t get this on Earth, at least not 'this� Earth.�  Ranma 
answered her unspoken question.
The two figures bowed to each other, and then leaped into the air.  They 
began to throw punches and kicks with a speed that defied description.  
Everyone, except Ranma, was widemouthed in awe.  Not just at the obvious 
skill, but also at the fact that they were still fighting, suspended in 
midair.
     �I�ve never seen anyone able to do that.�  Soun muttered.  �I 
always thought the legends of martial artists able to fly were just 
that, legends.�
     �Not really.  Goku, that guy I�m training with there, is the 
greatest fighter I�ve ever met.  He could do almost anything; fly, 
teleport, move objects with his ki, blow away mountains, you name it, he 
could do it.�  <Not to mention the fact that he�s the most skilled and 
powerful fighter in that universe.>  Ranma thought to himself.  �He 
taught me Kamesennin, and Kaiohken style martial arts.�
     [Turtle school, and the Fist of King Kai style martial arts?]  
Genma signed.  [Never heard of them.]
     �Not surprising, considering the only practitioners of those arts 
live in another dimension.�  Ranma said.
     �I don�t care what anyone says, or how good he is, I�m not marrying 
this pervert.�  Akane yelled.  Ranma just looked at her.
     �Ok.�  He said, and turned back to the hologram image in front of 
him.  Akane couldn�t believe it, a guy wasn�t interested in her.  She 
didn�t know whether to be insulted or elated.  A frown crossed her face.  
<He has to be lying!>  She thought to herself.  <He just wants me to 
lower my guard.>  Since she had every guy in the entire school chase 
after her for the past year, she had gotten a little paranoid about guys 
wanting to do anything to date her.  Kuno�s declaration that only 
someone who could defeat her in battle could date her was one of the 
primary causes. Akane realized that anyone who could beat her in a fair 
fight could do anything that he wanted to her.  She glared at Ranma, who 
continued to ignore her, instead studying her sisters.
     �Mr. Tendo, since your youngest daughter would prefer not to be 
engaged to me, and I would rather not get married to a stranger, why 
don�t we forget about the marriage.  At least until such time as your 
daughters and I get to know each other well enough.  Then, whichever of 
your elder daughters agrees to marry me, will become my wife.�
     Mr. Tendo, who had finally stopped crying, for the moment, looked 
thoughtful.
     �Well, that sounds fair . . .�  He muttered.  Nabiki was studying 
the holoalbum with an eye to marketing it, somehow.  <I wonder if Ranma 
has anything else like that in his pack?  If he does, I could make a 
'lot� of money!>    She thought to herself.  <And he is cute, though I 
could do without the curse.>
     �It�s agreed then.�  Genma said.  �Ranma and I will stay here, and 
Ranma will get to know his fiancees.  Then, after a while, he�ll choose 
which one he wants to be his wife . . .�
     �And the two schools will be joined!�  Soun cried.  Genma just 
grinned.  Ranma turned to his . . . her father.
     �Pops, speaking of wives, where�s my Mother?�  Genma paled.

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     Ranma stared out of the window of the room the Tendos had given him 
and his father.  <Figures that Pops would pull something like that!  
Imagine, signing a contract that would mean that if I don�t live up to 
my mother�s conditions of manhood, the two of us would kill ourselves!>  
Ranma thought to himself.  <Then again, after all I�ve gone through, I 
don�t think any sword on Earth could kill me like that.  The worst she 
could do is scratch me.>  He shook his head.  <There�ll be time to 
figure this out later.  Now I need to scout out the competition.>       
Ranma walked over to his backpack, and pulled out a strange device with 
an eye piece.  He fitted it on his head, and pressed a few buttons on 
the side.
     �Okay, have the scouter perform a planet wide power-level scan  . . 
. Hmm.  This is interesting.  Only four people on the planet have 
anything close to my power level, and except for one of those, they�re 
all in the same general area, over in China.  In fact, near Jusenkyo!
     �What 'is� it about that place?�  Ranma muttered to himself.  �If 
that thing wasn�t the only cure for itself, I would blow the place into 
the next dimension!�  And with that said, Ranma put away the scouter, 
and went to sleep.
     The next day.
     �School?�  Ranma said.
     �Well, we 'are� going to be staying a while.�  Genma answered his 
son.
     �It�s the same school me and Akane go to.  Why don�t you come with 
me?�  Nabiki said.  She was dressed in the light blue and white  
Furinkan high school uniform.  Ranma shrugged.
     �Sure, why not?�  Ranma said, and went to put on some different 
clothing.
     While he was in the hallway, he saw Kasumi with his dirty clothing.
     �Oh Ranma,�  she said.  �I was hoping I would run into you.  I 
wanted to know if there is anything special I should or shouldn�t do 
while cleaning your clothing?�
     Ranma shook his head.  �No.  The clothing is of a special synthetic 
which repels blood, dirt, oils, etc.  It also resists wear and tear 
pretty well, so you don�t have to worry about it.�  For a second, Kasumi 
almost seemed disappointed at this information.  Ranma met Nabiki just 
outside of the Tendo home.  Ranma noticed that Akane was standing with 
Nabiki.
     �Well, shall we?�  He said.  The trio started down the road, toward 
the school.  Akane attempted to ignore Ranma, and talked only to her 
sister, while Ranma kept striking up conversations with Nabiki.  Nabiki 
found Ranma to be a very good conversationalist, and began to think that 
the engagement wouldn�t be that bad.
     When they reached the school, Ranma was startled to see a mob of 
young men rushing toward them.
     �Hey!�  �Akane Tendo�s here.�  The mob rushed at them.  Akane 
growled and ran toward the crowd.  Ranma began to move to help her, but 
stopped when Nabiki put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
     �Don�t bother, Akane goes through these guys pretty quickly.  It�s 
the next dummy that�ll take a bit.  We better get inside before the 
bell.�  Ranma nodded and watched as Akane plowed through the crowd of 
boys in short order.  In a matter of minutes, Akane was standing in the 
midst of unconscious bodies, and broken sports equipment.
     �Honestly, every day.�  She muttered, throwing her long hair over 
her shoulder.  �What a drag.�
     �Truly, such a boorish lot.�  A new figure said, as he stepped away 
from the doors to the school.  He was dressed in a kendoist�s uniform, 
carrying a bokken.
     �Each of them thinks himself skilled enough to defeat thee, and 
claim the right to woo your heart.�  He said, sniffing a rose.
     �Oh.  Upperclassman Kuno.  Good morning.�  Akane said, in a bored 
voice.
     �And now,�  Kuno said, tossing the rose at Akane.  Suddenly, a blur 
shot between them, grabbing the rose, and sending Kuno into a nearby 
wall.  Kuno pulled himself up, looking around to find out what had hit 
him.  Standing where Kuno had been just a moment before, was Ranma, 
holding the rose.
     �You�ve got be more careful, Akane.  If this guy had tried to use 
this thing to poison you, you would have been wide open.�  He said, 
tossing the rose to the ground.  Akane glared at him.
     �This is my fight, I can handle it.�  She said, defiantly.  Ranma 
shook his head.
     �I believe you.  However, the two of you are close enough in power 
levels that a fight between you would be one dependent on pure skill, 
and concentration, something you need more of.�  He retorted.
     �You, you are being most familiar with Akane Tendo!  Who are you?  
Ah but it is custom to give one�s 'own� name first!  Fine then!  Mine 
shall I give!�  He cried
     �My name is Upperclassman Kuno.  Junior group E.  Captain of the 
kendo club.  Undefeated new star of the high school fencing world.  But 
my peers, what few of them there are, call me . . . the Blue Thunder of 
Furinkan High!�  At that moment, a crack of thunder roared over the 
area.
     �'Blue Thunder?�  That�s a new one.�  Nabiki said as she moved to 
get into the school.
     �I�m Ranma Saotome, and I�m a house guest at the Tendo Dojo.�  
Ranma said.  Those people who were watching, winced as they could easily 
predict the reaction that would get from Kuno.  They were not 
disappointed.
     �WHAT!�  Kuno yelled, and slashed at Ranma with his bokken.  Ranma 
easily evaded the blow.
     �Hmm, I wouldn�t have thought that such a weak fighter like you 
could have pulled off a technique like that.�  Ranma said, looking at 
the hole he cut into the concrete.
     Kuno swung at Ranma again, but this time, Ranma merely caught the 
blow in his hand, and held on.  Kuno tried to pull the bokken out of his 
hand, but it was like the thing was caught in cement.  Everyone just 
stared at the pair of them.
     �Mr. Kuno, if you ever attack Ms. Tendo, or myself again, I�m going 
to take your toy away.�  Ranma let go of the weapon.  �Now get.�  He 
turned to Nabiki, and presented his arm.  �Shall we go?�  Nabiki took 
the offered arm, and the two walked into the school, leaving Kuno in his 
place.  Seconds later the heavens opened and rain poured on the Blue 
Thunder.
     In class . . . 
     �Humph.  So the wretch is 'your� creature?�  Kuno said.
     �Actually, it could be Kasumi 'or� me, it depends on which one of 
us he chooses.�  Nabiki said, as she looked away from her Vogue 
magazine.
     �It is obvious that he has no taste if he would choose such as you 
over your beauteous sister.� 
     �Whatever.�  Nabiki growled.
     A few days later, in the Amazon Village . . . 
     �{You called for me, Great-grandmother?}�  Xian pu asked.  Khu Lon 
looked up from the postcard in her hand.
      �{Yes, we will be going to Japan to see if we can find you a 
husband.}�  She said.  Whether it was the hypnosis or the terror, the 
cowardly fool had fulfilled her commands to the letter.  Now to see if 
his claims of having a strong warrior for a son were true.
      �{And may the gods help him if he lied.}�  She muttered to herself 
as she prepared.
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     Well, how do you like chapter 2?  I mean besides the fact that it 
took forever.  Well, I�m working on 'everything� and it�s just taking a 
while.


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