Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Of Men and Kittens ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: IronDragoon 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Men and Kittens, Chapter 3
By: Iron Dragoon
Here ya go..
"* *"= Chinese
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Ranma woke up to greet the day... at spear tip. Fifteen spear tips, to be exact. He looked at the bruised and bloody warriors as they glared at him with pure hatred.
"Umm... Hi?"
"Hello. And if you move again, good bye."
He froze as grins of pure malice appeared on the faces of the warrior women.
"Uhm.. What's going on?" he asked as he hoped he was fast enough to dodge.
"So the panda was telling the truth after all. You really don't remember anything after the neko-ken."
*Neko-ken? Oh god..*
"W-What did I do?"
"Besides destroy almost all of our defenses and cut our forces almost sixty percent? Not much."
"Did.. Did I.. Kill them?" he asked, horrified at the possibilities of his actions.
"No, they aren't dead. Just things like broken bones."
"What else happened? Did pops see the c-cat?"
"Why would you want to know that?" asked the old, shriveled woman as she pogoed into his view.
"A strange question to ask at spear point.."
"I... I don't remember seeing any ca-c-... any of them."
"Are you sure?" she asked intently.
"Yeah.. Ask pops though.." and with no further words, she hopped off.
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"No, I didn't see any. He just... Suddenly dropped to all fours and attacked me."
"Hmm.. He said there were none, also.."
"He's awake?"
"And under heavy guard. You wish to see him?"
"Don't worry about it. He'll probably show up soon, anyway."
"What do you mea-" she was cut off as the wall exploded in a storm of spear, clubs, and a dozen other assorted weapons.
"AHH! HELP! POP! DO SOMETHING!!"
"STOP!" bellowed the old woman.
And to Ranma's intense relief, they did.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"*Elder! The boy tried to escape!*"
"Child, they say you tried to escape. Is this true?"
"I had to go to the bathroom!"
The old woman just stared at him.
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"*So, Khu Lon, what you're saying is that we have an outsider male who is now prone to random periods of 'slipping' into the Neko-ken? Who is also able to, when sane, evade our best fighters?*"
"*Basically. The real question is what do we do about it?*"
"*I say we kill him.*"
Khu Lon just glared at the elder.
"*And if that triggers it? What then? We weren't able to stop him the first time. We aren't even at HALF power right now.*"
"*Yes, it was quite lucky that the support column gave way when it did. If the roof of that house hadn't knocked him out, I fear we would have been destroyed that night,*" solemnly said another of the elders.
"*So, what choices does that leave us with?*" queried a fifth elder.
"*Well... Either we unleash him on the world in his unstable state.... Or we help him,*" answered Khu Lon.
"*HELP HIM?! Are you *insane*?!*" bellowed the founder of the Kill Ranma Society.
"*No, the *MATRIACH* isn't,*" said the elder of logic. "*Do you really want to be responsible if the boy get 'spooked' in a city? If we couldn't stop him, who do you expect to?*
Silence answered her.
"*Now then, anyone have any clue how to teach someone to control the Neko-ken?*" asked Khu Lon. Again, silence answered a question.
*Shit.*
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"Ranma, I would like to talk to you for a moment."
"Yes Cologne?" he said as he looked up from his position on his bed roll.
"I have a... Proposition to make. I would like to help you learn to control the Neko-ken. But you must help rebuild our village."
"You can help me?! SURE! DEAL! I mean, I destroyed it, so I should fix it anyway.."
And so the training started.
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First came the workouts and conditioning. Khu Lon and the other elders, who each had a turn at 'training' him, worked him so hard he often passed out long before the day was out. Sure, he was in the greatest shape of his life, but they were hoping him being passed out would keep the Neko-ken at bay since they had still YET to figure out how to help him.
Far a few weeks all went well. But all good things end sometime..
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"Woah! Hey!" screamed Ranma as he dodged a dozen shuriken.
"Silence you! How dare you come back after what you did to my home!" screamed the long haired boy as he launched a dozen more blades.
"HEY! Look, I said I was sorry and I'm helping to rebuild! Even the elders are helping me train to control it!" Ranma retorted as he dodged, back flipping onto all fours and swiping the missiles out of the air.
"I don't care! You destroyed my home! YOU WILL PAY!!" the boy raged. By this time, their fight had attracted a crowd and whispers sprung forth from the long haired boys' declaration.
The villagers had heard the the 'attacker' was being housed in the village, but hadn't really believed it until now.
Ranma could feel the glares of hate. He heard the whispered threats. He felt the stones as the villagers tried to stone him to death.
"HEY! Stop!" He screamed as he rolled across the ground, laying low to dodge the high stones, and flipping over the low ones. All the while the crowed gathered, their screams of hate and rage slowly getting louder. Ranma began to panic with this many people howling for his blood, his eyes got wider and dilated as he backed against a wall..
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Mu Tsu saw his enemy trapped by the crowd.
*Perfect! now he can't run anywhere!* thought the blind boy as he took aim with a dozen spears.
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Ranma's fear solidified on one single person from the crowd was she walked towards him with a drawn sword. As she stared at him, his focus on his fear slowly faded into his senses. He could smell the crowds emotions, their hate, but also their overwhelming fear. He could see their faint auras pulse in time with their heart beats. Heart beats which he could hear and distinguish individually. He could feel the hundreds of places he some how knew he could find purchase and balance on. For long moments he experimented, instinctually, with each of his senses as the purple haired girl stared at him. Then, she snapped him out of it with a single, calmly spoken word.
"Die."
Then, all his attention was snapped onto the sound of a dozen spears sailing through the air. Suddenly, he was assaulted by all of his hightend senses, each screaming for his attention to one hundred and one different escape routes. While his mind struggled with the new information, his reflexes acted. He dropped into a crouch and then sprung into a slow, lazy flip, making only a single rotation as he reached the girl. As his body rotated and his view came to rest on the spot he was once standing, he lazily swiped his hand outwards, turning the spears into dust, yet sparing the wall of the house he had just finished fixing. As his flip came full circle, he stared the shocked girl in the eyes as he flew at her.
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*Oh god! He's gonna kill me!* Were her panicked thoughts as she stared into the slitted eyes of the boy coming at her. She cringed as his hands touched her shoulders, expecting to be ripped into jerky strips. As it was, she was shocked into stupidity as her face met the dirt, thanks to the boy using her as a spring board.
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Khu Lon started at her tea cup as it rattled it's way across the table. She sighed tiredly and looked at the Saotome Elder.
"What's he done, do you imagine?"
Genma, tired of being locked in a single room, was glad for the conversation and, for once, truly considered his answer before speaking.
"Well... He could have tried his hand at Chinese.. He did that in Korea once. And managed to almost start a blood feud when he told some woman she had 'A voluptuous ass he'd like to lick juice off of.' Of course he was trying to ask for some juice to drink.."
The old woman broke into a grin at the mental image.
"Then there was the time in Greece where he tried to ask for oil on his salad and ended up telling the waitress to 'Undress so he could pour oil on her leaves..'"
She chuckled at this one.
"And in Mongolia he asked a female cook to put some lemon juice on his food and it came out as, 'Please put your juices on my meat and lemons..'"
She fell off her chair in laughter only to be silenced as the topic of their conversation burst into the room by turning the wall into dust.
"HELP!" he screamed as he bounded behind his father. The elder looked at him and the horde of angry villagers led by her great-granddaughter, who was red faced and clutching her chest from lack of oxygen, and burst out laughing so hard she started crying.
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By: Iron Dragoon
Here ya go..
"* *"= Chinese
======================================================================== =============================
Ranma woke up to greet the day... at spear tip. Fifteen spear tips, to be exact. He looked at the bruised and bloody warriors as they glared at him with pure hatred.
"Umm... Hi?"
"Hello. And if you move again, good bye."
He froze as grins of pure malice appeared on the faces of the warrior women.
"Uhm.. What's going on?" he asked as he hoped he was fast enough to dodge.
"So the panda was telling the truth after all. You really don't remember anything after the neko-ken."
*Neko-ken? Oh god..*
"W-What did I do?"
"Besides destroy almost all of our defenses and cut our forces almost sixty percent? Not much."
"Did.. Did I.. Kill them?" he asked, horrified at the possibilities of his actions.
"No, they aren't dead. Just things like broken bones."
"What else happened? Did pops see the c-cat?"
"Why would you want to know that?" asked the old, shriveled woman as she pogoed into his view.
"A strange question to ask at spear point.."
"I... I don't remember seeing any ca-c-... any of them."
"Are you sure?" she asked intently.
"Yeah.. Ask pops though.." and with no further words, she hopped off.
*******************************
"No, I didn't see any. He just... Suddenly dropped to all fours and attacked me."
"Hmm.. He said there were none, also.."
"He's awake?"
"And under heavy guard. You wish to see him?"
"Don't worry about it. He'll probably show up soon, anyway."
"What do you mea-" she was cut off as the wall exploded in a storm of spear, clubs, and a dozen other assorted weapons.
"AHH! HELP! POP! DO SOMETHING!!"
"STOP!" bellowed the old woman.
And to Ranma's intense relief, they did.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"*Elder! The boy tried to escape!*"
"Child, they say you tried to escape. Is this true?"
"I had to go to the bathroom!"
The old woman just stared at him.
***************************************
"*So, Khu Lon, what you're saying is that we have an outsider male who is now prone to random periods of 'slipping' into the Neko-ken? Who is also able to, when sane, evade our best fighters?*"
"*Basically. The real question is what do we do about it?*"
"*I say we kill him.*"
Khu Lon just glared at the elder.
"*And if that triggers it? What then? We weren't able to stop him the first time. We aren't even at HALF power right now.*"
"*Yes, it was quite lucky that the support column gave way when it did. If the roof of that house hadn't knocked him out, I fear we would have been destroyed that night,*" solemnly said another of the elders.
"*So, what choices does that leave us with?*" queried a fifth elder.
"*Well... Either we unleash him on the world in his unstable state.... Or we help him,*" answered Khu Lon.
"*HELP HIM?! Are you *insane*?!*" bellowed the founder of the Kill Ranma Society.
"*No, the *MATRIACH* isn't,*" said the elder of logic. "*Do you really want to be responsible if the boy get 'spooked' in a city? If we couldn't stop him, who do you expect to?*
Silence answered her.
"*Now then, anyone have any clue how to teach someone to control the Neko-ken?*" asked Khu Lon. Again, silence answered a question.
*Shit.*
********************
"Ranma, I would like to talk to you for a moment."
"Yes Cologne?" he said as he looked up from his position on his bed roll.
"I have a... Proposition to make. I would like to help you learn to control the Neko-ken. But you must help rebuild our village."
"You can help me?! SURE! DEAL! I mean, I destroyed it, so I should fix it anyway.."
And so the training started.
********************************
First came the workouts and conditioning. Khu Lon and the other elders, who each had a turn at 'training' him, worked him so hard he often passed out long before the day was out. Sure, he was in the greatest shape of his life, but they were hoping him being passed out would keep the Neko-ken at bay since they had still YET to figure out how to help him.
Far a few weeks all went well. But all good things end sometime..
************************************************
"Woah! Hey!" screamed Ranma as he dodged a dozen shuriken.
"Silence you! How dare you come back after what you did to my home!" screamed the long haired boy as he launched a dozen more blades.
"HEY! Look, I said I was sorry and I'm helping to rebuild! Even the elders are helping me train to control it!" Ranma retorted as he dodged, back flipping onto all fours and swiping the missiles out of the air.
"I don't care! You destroyed my home! YOU WILL PAY!!" the boy raged. By this time, their fight had attracted a crowd and whispers sprung forth from the long haired boys' declaration.
The villagers had heard the the 'attacker' was being housed in the village, but hadn't really believed it until now.
Ranma could feel the glares of hate. He heard the whispered threats. He felt the stones as the villagers tried to stone him to death.
"HEY! Stop!" He screamed as he rolled across the ground, laying low to dodge the high stones, and flipping over the low ones. All the while the crowed gathered, their screams of hate and rage slowly getting louder. Ranma began to panic with this many people howling for his blood, his eyes got wider and dilated as he backed against a wall..
***********************
Mu Tsu saw his enemy trapped by the crowd.
*Perfect! now he can't run anywhere!* thought the blind boy as he took aim with a dozen spears.
******************
Ranma's fear solidified on one single person from the crowd was she walked towards him with a drawn sword. As she stared at him, his focus on his fear slowly faded into his senses. He could smell the crowds emotions, their hate, but also their overwhelming fear. He could see their faint auras pulse in time with their heart beats. Heart beats which he could hear and distinguish individually. He could feel the hundreds of places he some how knew he could find purchase and balance on. For long moments he experimented, instinctually, with each of his senses as the purple haired girl stared at him. Then, she snapped him out of it with a single, calmly spoken word.
"Die."
Then, all his attention was snapped onto the sound of a dozen spears sailing through the air. Suddenly, he was assaulted by all of his hightend senses, each screaming for his attention to one hundred and one different escape routes. While his mind struggled with the new information, his reflexes acted. He dropped into a crouch and then sprung into a slow, lazy flip, making only a single rotation as he reached the girl. As his body rotated and his view came to rest on the spot he was once standing, he lazily swiped his hand outwards, turning the spears into dust, yet sparing the wall of the house he had just finished fixing. As his flip came full circle, he stared the shocked girl in the eyes as he flew at her.
*************************************
*Oh god! He's gonna kill me!* Were her panicked thoughts as she stared into the slitted eyes of the boy coming at her. She cringed as his hands touched her shoulders, expecting to be ripped into jerky strips. As it was, she was shocked into stupidity as her face met the dirt, thanks to the boy using her as a spring board.
**********************************
Khu Lon started at her tea cup as it rattled it's way across the table. She sighed tiredly and looked at the Saotome Elder.
"What's he done, do you imagine?"
Genma, tired of being locked in a single room, was glad for the conversation and, for once, truly considered his answer before speaking.
"Well... He could have tried his hand at Chinese.. He did that in Korea once. And managed to almost start a blood feud when he told some woman she had 'A voluptuous ass he'd like to lick juice off of.' Of course he was trying to ask for some juice to drink.."
The old woman broke into a grin at the mental image.
"Then there was the time in Greece where he tried to ask for oil on his salad and ended up telling the waitress to 'Undress so he could pour oil on her leaves..'"
She chuckled at this one.
"And in Mongolia he asked a female cook to put some lemon juice on his food and it came out as, 'Please put your juices on my meat and lemons..'"
She fell off her chair in laughter only to be silenced as the topic of their conversation burst into the room by turning the wall into dust.
"HELP!" he screamed as he bounded behind his father. The elder looked at him and the horde of angry villagers led by her great-granddaughter, who was red faced and clutching her chest from lack of oxygen, and burst out laughing so hard she started crying.
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