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All characters of "Ranma Nibunnoichi" a.k.a. "Ranma 1/2" are the property
and copyright of RUMIKO TAKAHASHI / SHOGAKUKAN INC. / KITTY / FUJI TV
Warning:
This is not intended to be dark, but it is one of those
Ranma-is-cold-and-merciless fics, if you know what I mean. If you don't,
well that's where Ranma has little compunction with seriously maiming his
opponents. In this one though, Ranma was hardened by several years of
killing in china. On the other hand, he is not a psycho like in Ill Met By
Starlight.
Jaken Sho (Hard Hearted Bastard) By: Jason Monti
Prolog . . .
The girl merely laid there on the rock outcropping. A trickle of blood
flowed from her mouth. Blood soaked her clothing in various places where
they were not ripped. Broken bones protruded from her arm and leg, more
blood slowly oozing from the wounds there. She was dead. She was finally
dead.
A read haired girl with a pigtail breathed heavily, sobbing over the corpse.
Yes she was sobbing, something she had not done in a long while. For those
who knew her track record, this was one more kill, the latest of many.
Sadly, only one other person knew of that record, her father, and he was a
panda at the moment.
The aforementioned panda stood staring at the red head. He had trained his
child in the art well. He thought back to the days when his master trained
him. His master mainly created the style for the purpose of stealing and
getting away, but Genma wanted more. Sure, Musabetsu Kakutou-Ryuu was
another art one live one's life by, but he wanted to do better. He believed
that competition fighting, filled with all its rules, stupid rules,
restricted the heights one could progress in the art. Any crackpot martial
artist with half a brain could win a match, but what's the point of the art
if it isn't battlefield effective? When one's life was the cost of loosing
a fight, he reasoned, you better be good enough to win, or prepare to join
your ancestors. Yes, he trained his son, now daughter, Musabetsu
Kakutou-JUTSU, not just some style or way, but the essence of the art,
practicality in its true form, probably the deadliest unarmed style to date!
Genma let his son participate in competitions, but it was after he won, when
a sore looser would try to catch Ranma outside that the looser would
discover just how good he was. Ranma might not be allowed to make certain
moves in the ring, but outside, when some crazed looser would call out the
familiar battle cry: "Ranma Saotome, Prepare to die!" Ranma could use any
move desired. Ever since Ranma was ten, the challenger would always be
found dead in a back ally or field use for battle. Ranma was not malicious,
but for the sake of safe traveling, he made it a habit to make sure they
were dead before he walked away.
Once he did not check, and the insane attacker tracked them to the next
town, only to die once more, this time, he did not get back up.
Genma chose to err on the side of caution. He had not seen his son cry like
this since the first person he killed. After that, his son walked away from
a corpse with out a second glance. Now, the girl before him was weeping
uncontrollably. Now Genma was dense most of the time, but even he could
recognize what was going on. This purple haired girl had meant something to
his boy; it must have taken a lot to kill the girl. But why, Ranma had
killed girls before. Genma saw to it that Ranma learned that all enemies
were to be defeated, male or female, they were still the enemy. Though it
seemed that for every ten men Ranma . . . dispatched, only one woman or girl
came along. This still puzzled Genma; why did this girl mean so much to his
boy? He only hoped that the boy had not sullied himself with the Amazon,
no, that would not do, he had to marry a Tendou.
Genma was shaken from his thoughts when the red head gently grasped his
massive arm and tugged.
"Come on, we had better get out of here," said the girl in a low and sad
tone. She sighed and led the way back into the forest, in the direction of
Japan.
Chapter 1: Will I ever find love?
The pair, father and son, sat by a small fire used to cook their food, and
make some hot water to change them back.
"What did that girl mean to you boy?" Genma asked his son, no longer female.
"Whadaya talkin' 'bout old man?" replied the boy, still visibly shaken by
the day's events.
"You never cry over the dead anymore, why did you cry this time?" Genma held
his ground.
Ranma looked to the ground, and in a barely audible voice, explained. "When
I first met her, when I had to challenge her, something clicked, I think I,
I think I fell in love with her . . . I don't know, it has been a while hasn
't it?"
"What do you know of love boy, you've spent your life training? Besides, I
already told you, you will marry a Tendou; so if you ruined yourself on her,
don't tell me. For your own honor though, you certainly better not have!"
Genma lectured.
"Oh, and I suppose that killing fifty four people, make that fifty five, IS
honorable old man? No, I didn't touch her, save to beat her and snap her
neck! Our family honor is still in tact." Ranma replied dryly.
"Good, why would you want her anyway, she only wanted you dead from the time
she laid eyes on you." Asked Genma.
"Like I told ya: I don't know old man, I don't know. I certainly hope the
Tendou girls will be more inviting than that one." Ranma joked and his face
brightened. He and his father began to chuckle.
"Yes, m'boy, I should hope so as well!" he laughed and soon they laughed and
joked through the night.
* * * * *
The rain seemed to pour and pour and pour! Oddly enough, the mood of the
area was relatively bright. Couples strolled under umbrellas, clutching
each other tightly, smiling; storeowners sold their goods, a beautiful young
red head strolled along chatting with her pet panda. Ah yes, life was good,
even in the worst of weather. However, unlike the author of this fic, the
people of Nerima did not see a red headed girl chatting it up with a
seven-foot tall giant panda as commonplace at all. The panda did nothing as
it passed by, other than hold up the occasional sign, but in all it ignored
everyone else, but they kept their distance anyway.
"It'll be great to finally stay in one place for a while, eh old man?" Ranma
said excitedly.
[Yes, it will boy, I believe that the Tendous will be most hospitable.]
Signed the panda.
"Kasumi . . . Nabiki . . . Akane . . . AKANE . . . where is that girl?" Soun
called his three daughters, tears streaming down his face.
"She's in the dojo daddy, I'll go get her" said Nabiki, the middle daughter.
"KIIIIYA!!!" cried Akane as she broke a stack of bricks.
"No wonder all the boys at school think your weird, come on, daddy wants to
tell us all something." Quipped Nabiki.
Akane looked thoroughly disgusted and retorted, "You know, Nabiki, not
everything revolves around BOYS!"
"Oh, I guess this won't interest you then."
"Marry him? Don't we have any say in who we marry?" Akane yelled at her
father, who looked un-phased by the outburst.
"Yes, if one of you were to marry him, and carry on the family dojo, they
our legacy will be secure." Soun seemed to pat himself on the back with that
statement; he was proud that he and Genma thought of it.
There was a rustle at the front door. Soun and Nabiki scampered to the door
to see if it was indeed Ranma. Just as quickly, they scampered right back
into the living area followed by a smiling girl and a panda.
"You wouldn't happen to be . . .?" Soun asked cautiously, when the panda
showed no move to attack anyone.
"Ranma Saotome! Nice to meet you, Soun isn't it?" Ranma beamed and finished
for him. Soun caught sight of Ranma's chest and promptly fainted.
Soun woke up to the sight of his three daughters looking down at him, as
well as the girl, Ranma, and her panda.
"And how'r we s'pose to marry a girl daddy," snapped Nabiki, as she made a
grab for Ranma's left breast. Her arm was caught by a small, but strong
hand and put gracefully at her side.
"Genma said he had a son, I figured his son would be a boy!" he retorted.
"Pleas don't touch me there." A quiet voice rebuked Nabiki.
Akane sensed their guest's discomfort and lightly place a hand on Ranma's
shoulder. "Hi, I'm Akane, wanna be friends?" The red head nodded once and
smiled. "Then let's spar." Ranma's smile shrank, unnoticed by her new
friend.
Akane squared off facing Ranma. Her stance told Ranma everything she needed
to know. Akane was using an offensive stance, that meant she would make the
first move, and she underestimated Ranma, a fatal mistake on the part of
many of Ranma's kills. Her facial expression showed that she lived the
"martial way, but she was no killer, in fact, if Akane had ever taken a
life, he would have been very surprised. She reminded her of Shampoo. At
this point Ranma's smile disappeared. Shampoo . . . she could sense that
the Amazon had never taken a life before either. Maybe pops was wrong,
maybe he really did like, possibly loved Shampoo. There was something
there, but it was too late now, he would never see her again. Ironic
really, she uses to spy on Shampoo, watching her cook her dinners, or how
she slept elegantly on a bed of leaves. A few times, a forest animal would
start to sneak up on the sleeping girl, but a wisp of air, and a soft crack,
the animal was no more. Shampoo was no killer; she was hardly a warrior,
for she was none the wiser of her prey's activities. Any morning after an
animal would stray too near to the Amazon, Ranma and Genma would feast.
Shampoo. But Akane, she was beautiful like Shampoo, and was a hell of a lot
sweeter than Shampoo. Those eyes captivated her, was she already falling in
love? Pops was right, she knew nothing of love, and this was just her
desire. Feh, this Akane wanted a friend, not a fianc�.
Ranma snapped back into reality as a fist went flying toward her face. She
instantly parried the blow, knocking Akane off balance for a split second.
The move twisted Akane around just enough to expose her side, which Ranma
jabbed with a pair of extended fingers. She made three more jabs one in
between each rib.
Akane saw Ranma seem to stare off into space, so she launched her attack.
She kept it slow enough for Ranma to dodge, but enough to get her to pay
more attention. She was surprised that she was instantly blocked and felt
four sharp pains on her side, below her armpit.
Ranma then side swiped her opponent sending her to the ground. Her extended
fingers shot toward Akane's throat, as she descended, but the fingertips
stopped a millimeter above Akane's neck. The air pressure alone was still
enough to leave a bruise.
Akane saw her life flash before her eyes as the spear-like fist descended
toward her neck too fast for her to block. What scared her the most was the
predatory gleam in Ranma's eyes and that sickening smile. She closed her
eyes waiting for the killing blow, and even felt something connect. After a
second or two, she determined that she was not in fact dead, but very much
alive, and hyperventilating.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing, trying to kill me?" Akane screamed
at Ranma. "It was s'pose to be a friendly match!"
"Whaa . . ." was all Ranma could say before Akane ran crying from the dojo.
No, she thought, Akane had never taken a life. She would have to get use to
not killing, and even though she regarded what she did as an act of
friendship, she might have to use a little more discretion in the future.
She walked back into the house and was met by Kasumi. Kasumi seemed to be
one of those quiet, ultra-nice types, but as per usual, no one gets Ranma's
trust for free; she would have to earn it like all the rest.
"Oh my! Ranma, it must have been a while since you've taken a bath, would
you like one now?" Kasumi smiled.
Ranma returned the smile, "Sure, I'd like that." She wondered where Akane
had gone. Probably up to her room.
Ranma enter the washing area, got undressed and quickly washed herself down.
She used the hot water tap and changed back to his original form. Much
better he thought as he opened the door to the furo to take a nice long
soak.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! GET OUT OF HERE YOU SICK
PERVERT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" screamed Akane as she threw anything
she could get her hands on at him.
Ranma stepped backwards and shut the door. Slipping on a wet spot on the
floor, Ranma fell back knocking over a bucket of cold water. Girl type
Ranma lay on the floor, looking stunned.
Akane was enjoying her soak, the warm water relaxing her muscles, and
relaxing her. That girl, she thought, was good, too good. That gleam in
her eyes, that predatory smile, that's what Ranma's face reminded her of, a
predator. A chill went up Akane's spine. Suddenly the door opened, and
there was a boy, a very naked boy standing there. Covering her self with
one arm, she screamed and threw a bottle at the pervert. She then threw the
soap, and anything else she could get her hands on. The boy backed away
with a surprised look on his face, and slid the door shut. Akane heard the
sound of falling objects splashes and then silence.
Covered in a towel, Akane emerged from the furo. She was shocked to see a
scared and stunned Ranma lying there, beginning to sit up. The girl cringed
at the sight of Akane, fully expecting to be hit by something else.
"Ranma! Did you see where that pervert went?" asked Akane as she stepped
forward. Akane held out her hand to the naked girl, who grasped it to get
up. When Akane's foot kicked a bucket of hot water over, it splashed on to
Ranma transforming him in front of Akane.
"I, uh, I . . . I c-can explain." Stuttered Ranma. Akane fainted.
* * * * *
Akane woke up in her bed, with Kasumi looming over her.
"Oh good, I'm glad you're awake, daddy wants us to meet in the living room
again." Kasumi informed the youngest, smiling.
The four Tendous sat opposite the two Soatomes, staring. Soun was crying,
Kasumi was smiling, Nabiki was sizing the two up, and Akane was seething.
Akane glared at the boy who, by all standards, seemed not to care. He just
sat there as if nothing was wrong.
Soun began, "This is my friend . . ."
"Genma Saotome." Genma answered.
"And this is his son . . ."
"Ranma." The boy said with a smile.
The Saotomes recounted their story of being cursed. Ranma seemed not to
care, shrugging his shoulders. His father however, cried as he described
the unfortunate occurrence. The two men went on to talk about other
experiences in China, poignantly leaving out the trail of bodies left in
their wake. Other details left out where a certain purple haired Amazon,
seeing as Ranma needed no reminder of her.
"Well, that's just wonderful, son, but not everything's so bad, here are my
daughters: Kasumi; she's nineteen, Nabiki; she's seventeen, and Akane; she's
sixteen. Pick one and she'll be your fianc�e." Soun supplied.
In unison, Nabiki and Kasumi shoved Akane to the forefront and said, "Oh, he
definitely wants Akane, she's the wisest choice."
"WHAT? Why would I want to marry some pervert like him?" Akane yelled.
Ranma's already bewildered expression fell further. He wondered if maybe
coming here was such a good idea after all. He really wanted to settle
down, but he was beginning to doubt that this was worth it. This girl had
gone from friend to enemy in very little time, and he really liked her too.
"Why do you call me a pervert?" he asked in a low voice, looking down and
away.
"You saw me in the nude, you pervert!" yelled an exasperated Akane.
Still looking away, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you, I
also didn't mean to scare you in the dojo like that." He glanced at the
still visible bruise on her throat.
Akane's anger subsided. Ranma seemed genuinely apologetic, but she still
didn't trust him. There was defiantly more to him than meets the eye.
"Besides, I thought that being a martial artist an' all, you would have been
able to handle a move like that." Ranma added, but in the same apologetic
tone.
Akane's blood began to boil; no one questioned her martial arts abilities,
especially some BOY! "You IDIOT!" she screamed and knocked him over the
head with the table. Only his father heard the soft "Shan . . .Pu . . ."
from under the upturned table.
"What was that all about?" asked Genma.
* * * * *
Ranma woke up, the world a blur slowly coming into focus in front of him,
with two big brown eyes staring strait into his. Looking behind himself, he
noted that Nabiki was kneeling there, and that Kasumi was kneeling at the
side of his head. In Kasumi's hand was washcloth that she used to cool his
forehead. He absently noted that Akane was not there.
"Look Kasumi, he's awake." Nabiki said.
"Oh my, I hope you don't think too little of Akane, she really is a sweet
girl, she's just a violent maniac." Chimed Kasumi.
"Oh, like that really helps." Nabiki said sarcastically.
"It no problem, really, I know that she doesn't have it in her to actually
kill people like I have, that's why I'm not mad." Ranma quipped.
"What?"
"Oh my."
"Well, you see, while practicing in the dojo with her, I was able to
determine that she may be a little temperamental, but she could never kill.
I'm glad of that, and I wish I made that assessment on many others before."
He said in a lower tone.
"Oh my, what do you mean?" Kasumi asked, concerned.
"I think he saying he's killed some people in his time, sis." Nabiki
answered for the boy. "Besides, it was probably in self defense and only a
couple of people, right?" No answer came from the boy, who looked down
meekly. "Right?" Nabiki's eyes widened. "Right?"
In a low voice, filled with grief, Ranma answered, "I have killed fifty five
people, all in honorable combat . . . some of them were earnestly trying to
kill me, others were just idiots wanting their titles back as village
champion. Though I'll never forget what I've done, I am going to start anew
here, if all of you will let me, and I would like to never have to kill
again, but I make no promises . . . there are several out there who would
like revenge for their lost loved ones." Silence filled the room for a few
moments.
"Aren't any authorities after you?" prodded Nabiki.
"No," Ranma said, "they all tend to look the other way when it's all hand to
hand, if I had a weapon, but they just chalk it up to a mishap in the fight.
When there are no rules to restrict you in a fight, people are expected to
get hurt. If anyone does question anything, it always helps that someone
witnesses the attacker yelling about how they're going to kill me. It's
kind of hard to say I wasn't defending myself when five or six people all
heard, 'Ranma Saotome, Prepare to DIE!'"
"So you're not a danger to us then? Your not a psychopath?" snapped Nabiki.
"No, in fact, I'm not. When you've seen what I've seen, and done what I've
done, you develop an appreciation for life. You learn what is really
important. Very little makes me angry, though I don't know if that's my
subconscious penance or if that's just how I am now. Akane's reaction to my
criticism was petty, but I can't be angry with her because she's never
learned to appreciate it. I will assume that before I came, she was the top
fighter of her age group. I have seen that very same reaction on very
champion I've humbled. I can see the pride she has in her abilities, and I
knocked her down like all the rest. To her, I was being arrogant, making
fun of her failure, even though I was not. Before me, no one had any place
to question her abilities, and now someone does. I will be more considerate
of her feelings in the future, but it is her that needs to learn to accept
criticism." Ranma reassured them.
Later that night, Ranma knocked on Akane's door. "Come in." chimed a sweet
voice. Ranma slowly entered, cautiously. Akane's voice became angry. "Oh
its you," she spat out, "what do you want?"
"I was hoping, that is if you don't mind, to talk to you, and apologize once
again for my words." Ranma stammered out.
Akane's anger faded quickly because of his words. She decided to let her
guard down . . . a little.
Ranma continued when he got no order to leave. "Akane, first and foremost,
I apologize for phrasing my words so critically, though I do not take them
back, as I was simply stating what I felt. I realize that I did embarrass
you in front of your family and seemed it came off as making fun of you. I'
m sorry."
Akane paled. Ranma had read her like a book. She wondered what else her
new fianc� had up his sleeve. On the other hand, he was hardly being the
arrogant jerk she had imagined him. She smiled and said, "Apology accepted,
Ranma, I'm sorry I hit you over the head with the table."
"Secondly," Ranma continued, "I would like us to be friends, not enemies,
and maybe down the line, we can make this engagement thing work. Also, if
it's okay with you, I would also like to participate in your training."
Ranma noticed Akane's smile lessen. "You have a lot of good potential, but
it has been left untapped. You have a lot of brute strength, but you lack
the finesse necessary to use it effectively." Akane brightened again.
"That is where I would come in, I can help you develop that finesse. By the
way, by your fighting style, you seem to be use to multiple opponents, all
of which are slow and unskilled. While field experience is good, it that
kind can make you slow and sloppy, the way you were in the dojo. You also
underestimated me, which will only get you hurt with other opponents. I
over estimate them; if I cant already tell their skill level exactly. This
way, I wont do something stupid, like let up on a possibly superior
opponent. How long have you been training Akane?"
The question caught Akane off guard. "Um since I was about six. Why?"
"I've been training, and pretty much nothing but, since I was three, so
naturally, I would have more skill than you, which is nothing to be ashamed
of. Would you feel the same if your father defeated you?" asked Ranma.
"Well no, but that's different, he's a master, of course he's better than
me!" Akane retorted.
"There's no real difference, I have three years on you, and when you started
training, I was being taught a supposedly unbeatable technique called the
Cat-fist! There's nothing to be ashamed of, and I think that you might
enjoy working with me, besides, don't you want a sparing partner." Ranma
added.
"Yes, your right . . . cat fist . . . never mind I'll ask later, but yes I
would like a sparing partner, but no more of that freaky stuff, okay? And I
guess you can help train me, but don't even try to be a pervert about it!"
"Wonderful, I'm glad you agreed, but what do you mean 'pervert?'" said
Ranma. Before Akane could answer, Ranma bounded out of the room.
Akane began to realize that Ranma might not actually be all that bad a
person, and she regained the friend that she thought she lost this
afternoon. Was Ranma really that naive that he didn't know what a pervert
was? Or maybe he didn't care one way or the other because of his other
half. After all, it's not too unreasonable to think that he might have a
good appreciation for women's problems. With those thoughts, Akane drifted
off to sleep.
* * * * *
Ranma and Akane walked to school together, with Ranma walking on the fence,
and Akane on the sidewalk.
"Why are you up there?"
"Balance practice, wanna join me?"
"Uh, well, maybe some other time, but not right now, okay?"
"Um, sure, okay."
Ranma noticed Akane's expression start to change, from placid contentment to
hateful rage. Ranma absently asked her what was wrong. "Hey, Akane, what's
wrong, you look like your about to fight someone."
"Nothing! Nothings wrong! Its just that I . . . HATE . . . BOYS!"
"You what? Oh!" Ranma began to retort, but from his vantage point, he saw
all the boys gathered in the front of the gate. He figured out pretty
quickly what was about to happen next. " . . . By your fighting style, you
seem to be use to multiple opponents, all of which are slow and unskilled .
. ." Ranma remembered what he said the night before. Although this made him
angry that all those guys were ganging up on his fianc�e, he had confidence
in her abilities, and wanted to see her in action, and this would provide
the perfect opportunity to critique his student's style more accurately.
Ranma perched onto the wall, and watched, carefully as his fianc�e plowed
through the herd of boys. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the point of
a bokken move out from behind a tree and right back I the blink of an eye.
Ah, the leader of the group, a kendoist . . . and a coward, easy . . .
Ranma jumped down to where Akane was standing. He inspected the carnage on
last time before tuning to her. "Wow Akane, that was great, though they're
just bringing you down."
Akane just beamed. Here her friend, her fianc� who was light-years ahead,
just complemented her on her skills. "Thank you Ranma!" Akane
instinctively caught the rose missile headed her direction.
For the first time, Ranma saw Akane truly smile. His heart melted, she was
so cute, and even though she was a little temperamental, she really was
sweet. He felt himself luck to have her as a friend, as wall as a fianc�e.
She might not be another Shampoo after all. He was brought back to the real
world when the kendoist stepped from behind the tree.
"Such a boorish lot, trying to win the hand of aka . . . what's this?" the
boy asked noticing that his audience, namely Akane, was not paying attention
to him, but was talking amorously with some miscreant. Aren't you being a
little too familiar with Akane?" he asked the pigtailed boy.
"I don't see why I shouldn't be, seeing as I live in her home, and will soon
start retraining her." Ranma said confidently, but not arrogantly.
Akane, though slightly miffed at Ranma for saying that he would be her
sensei out loud, realized that Ranma was only answering the question
honestly, and also saw an opportunity to get Kunou off her back.
"Staying with the Tendous? RETRAINING? Who do you think you are to
question Akane's prowess and skill, even if it is not of my level?" demanded
Kunou.
"And you are?" Ranma asked.
"I am Kunou Tatewaki, Junior, group E, rising new star of the high school
kendo world, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!" he stated arrogantly,
pointing his bokken to the sky, while thunder and lightning crashed around
him.
"I'm Ranma Saotome, of the Musabetsu Kakutou Ryuu, same style as Akane's."
Enough talk, fiend, I shall teach you not to be so cocky towards Akane!"
While Akane knew that Kunou was good, she knew that Ranma was far better.
Also, if he came within a millimeter of killing Akane during a friendly
match, he would probably not be so kind during a real fight. "Kunou your
fight is with me, if you fight him, you'll only get hurt!"
"Ah, so the low borne Saotome needs a girl to protect him, well mark my
words, fiend, will challenge you, be ready for it! Akane, if I should win,
I would date with you, but should I loose, I will allow you to console me by
accompanying me on a date.
"Who said I wanna date you?" Akane screamed as she proceeded to thrash
Kunou.
When Kunou woke up, a few seconds later, he was staring into Ranma's eyes.
Ranma just looked at him and said one thing: "You're lucky to have a woman
such as Akane protecting you, if your fight had been with me, if you had
woken up, it would have been in a hospital room . . . in a full body cast.
Ja!" With that said, Ranma turned toward the school and gingerly entered
its doors as the rain began to fall on the students still to stunned to
move.
* * * * *
Kunou looked into the mirror, admiring the handy work of the fiend Saotome.
While he was out, only a few seconds, the boy had managed to bruise the
words, "spared by a girl" on his forehead. "For this humiliation, I will
have my revenge!" cried Kunou.
Akane and Ranma both kept exchanging glances at each other. When one would
see the other looking at them, both would look away and blush. To Ranma
this was a dream come true. He had made a friend, and a fianc�e; all in
one, who was cute, and sweet, and someone he could help learn the Art.
To Akane, this was simply incredible. She had a friend, and a fianc�, all
in one, who was good looking, polite, and not perverted. He was also
several times better than her, but rather than be a jerk about it, he
offered to help her improve. He even didn't interfere with her fights.
Suddenly, Kunou burst into the room, in full kendo garb, with bokken
extended. "I shall never allow this travesty of justice! What foul sorcery
have you used Saotome to trap the beauteous Akane into your web of deceit?
How dare you claim Akane as YOUR fianc�e?"
At this point, the entire class exploded into various cries of "Oh Akane, we
thought you hated boys" . . . "how dare you take Akane for yourself" . . .
"Congratulations Akane!" . . . "You lucky dog!" . . . etc . . .
"I shall smite thee, and release Akane from your wiles!" Raged Kunou as he
charged Ranma.
Ranma jumped over a few desks, yelling over his shoulder, "You idiot, you
could have hurt someone, if you really wanna fight, follow me!"
"That I shall!"
Akane ran after her fianc� until he jumped out of the third floor window,
followed quickly by Kunou. "You idiots, this is the third floor!"
"No problem Akane! I'll be fi-" [SPLASH]
Kunou screamed as he free fell over forty feet strait into the pool. He saw
Saotome swimming away, and so swam to intercept him. When he grabbed hold
Ranma, his hand tightly squeezed Ranma's right breast, only to be flung out
of the pool and slammed on to the surrounding walk. Ranma then shot out a
spear-fist and broke three of Kunou's ribs on his right side in succession.
"Don't ever touch my breasts again! I shouldn't let you live for just
that!" Ranma screamed at him. She then knocked his head into the side of
the pool effectively knocking him out. She ran into the trees for cover to
wring out her clothing.
Ranma sat in a tree wringing out her clothes. "That ASSHOLE! He didn't
have to squeeze me so hard. Too bad I can't kill him! I'm sure he'll get
the message from the broken ribs, I hope."
When Akane found her, she held out the teakettle and motioned for Ranma to
catch it. "Hey dummy, what were you thinking jumping into that pool, now
the whole school probably knows about your curse."
"Well I'm not really concerned about that, its Kunou you should be concerned
about. I broke three of his ribs for groping me."
"Ranma . . ." was all Akane could say as she held her hand up to her mouth.
"Come on Akane, lets get out of here, I don't really wanna deal with the
other students right now, and it wouldn't be right to leave you to them as
well."
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Author's notes:
Well, I can only hope you enjoyed this fic; I enjoyed writing it. Several
of my friends liked it, but I don't really know if they genuinely liked it,
or were just humoring me (never trust your friends' opinions on things like
this; its their job to make you feel good about your work). On the other
hand, my English teacher happens to like it too, so go figure.
I finished it sometime around last week, around 3:00 in the morning.