Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Neko's Mate ❯ Neko's Mate 2 ( Chapter 2 )

AN:

Due to popular demand, I've decided to write a few more short NekoRanma fics. I'm just going to write them as they come to me, and they won't be in any order, but I might later decide to place them in some kind of order so be warned! You might come back to these and find them reordered somehow.

This one here, at least in my mind could be considered as coming before the first one I uploaded. As in right before. This is probably the only one that will have any clear order. I just want to get a few snapshot type moments between Ranma and Akane when Ranma's in the Nekoken.

Hope you like it.

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NekoRanma growled and twisted, dodging the stream of water directed at him by the old freak. He'd been minding his own business, when the purple haired dogbitch had leapt at him, only to be splashed with water before she'd landed. He'd tried to get away, but the old freak had tripped him, causing the fear to spike and NekoRanma to wake. He hated that he could only wake in fear. Sometimes, he didn't understand what his human half was thinking letting the tramp and the old freak treat them that way.

He lashed out with his claws, deliberately slowing his attack so as to not seriously injure the old freak. He might be a perverted old freak who no one really liked, but he was a good martial artist and his human half had learned a lot from him. Of course, the old freak hid most of his power, but then again so did he, when his human mind was awake. Even now, he was really toying with the freak, enjoying the chance to let loose. It wasn't often that he got a chance to stretch his muscles since the human half was in charge of their body most of the time.

He growled as a familiar scent came to his nose from upwind. Stickboy and BlindDuck were coming. While he could easily deal with all three of his enemies, he didn't wish to kill anyone, and with all three attacking him, that was a possibility. Stickboy was nothing really. He could defeat that fool in his sleep. Duckboy was more challenging, simply because of the sheer number and variety of weapons he could pull from his sleeves. Still, not a real challenge. A strike of the old freak's pipe against his shoulder sent him flying threw the air to slam against the wall. He shook his head and snarle, all playfulness disappearing from his mannerisms. He could tell that the old freak had also sensed the imminent arrival of more of his rivals.

Letting loose a roar at the old freak, he released a little more of his control and allowed his ki to flare around his body. He lashed out quickly at the old freak, surprising him and slicing the pipe and sleeve of his gi into several sections. The freak leapt back, a frown on his face, as he paused to consider his next course of action while awaiting the arrival of the young idiots.

NekoRanma knew this. He had planned it. The freak had knocked him against a wall, causing cracks to form. His sense of smell and hearing let him know that right through the now crumbling wall was a series of pipes carrying water. He had only to await for Duckboy's attack to destroy the wall and pipes.

Seconds later, it happened. Duckboy leapt over a car, dozens of metal claw weapons held in his hands, shouting something NekoRanma didn't understand. That was one thing he envied his human half for. His human half could understand those sounds and made similarr sounds of his own. Duckboy's hands flashed and the weapons flew towards him. Waiting until the last second, NekoRanma jumped straight up and landed on the wall next to the building. The wall was shattered and the pipes sliced open by the force of the throws and a stream of cold water came spraying out, splashing Duckboy and transforming him into his cursed form. A rumble in NekoRanma's stomach reminded him that he'd not had a chance to eat since breakfast when his mate's sister had made some delicious fishcakes. He briefly pondered catching the duck, but it seemed to catch the look and his face and flew off, quacking in fear.

He allowed himself a slight purr, before turning to attack the freak, but the freak was gone. He'd used the distraction of Duckboy to escape. NekoRanma growled in frustration, than sat on his haunches to wait for Stickboy. He purposely ignored the plaintive mewing of the small, white and purple feline, knowing that it was really the purple haired dogbitch who kept trying to interfere with him and his mate.

A full minute passed before Stickboy came running around the corner, swinging the wooden toy he thought was a weapon. NekoRanma allowed the boy to swing the stick, and leapt landing on the blade. He used his ki to dig into the wood and stared into Stickboy's eyes, growling angrily at him.

Stickboy made those annoying sounds again, and NekoRanma had enough. He'd grown bored of the fighting today. He had better things to do. His mate was somewhere nearby, likely at their dwelling. He had to get to her and show her how he felt, since his human half was too stupid to do so for them. Though, it might be best to find hot water first and wake his human half. His mate was in heat right now, and it was getting more and more difficult to be near her when she was in that state without acting on his instincts. He resisted only because he knew his mate was waiting for his human half to admit their feelings for her.

She might fool his senseblind human half, and their rivals, but his senses could tell how she felt. There was a special smell she had that she only had when she was around him. It was similar to the smell of her heat, but deeper and he knew that it had to do with how she felt for him. She was giving him the signals that she wanted him, but his human half's senses were too weak to pick them up or notice them.

Stickboy continued to annoy NekoRanma with his meaningless sounds, so NekoRanma lashed out with a paw, much more gently than he did against the old fool or duckboy. The swat was still strong enough to send Stickboy crashing upside down and face first into the wall, leaving him embedded about two inches into the soft stone.

With a final glare and hiss at the feline dogbitch, he turned and started leaping towards home and his mate.