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Adult +
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Just A Typical Morning
A/N:
As stated, this is a crossover. There will be many fandoms in this fic, but it does take place within the Ranma universe. Chapter 1 includes: Ranma 1/2, GTO, PaniPoni Dash, and a reference to X-Men. Please bare in mind that this is a fanfic, and such, I might take certain liberties that diverge from the respective fandoms. Forgive me this.
Just sit back, read, and enjoy.
Thank you.
Animedevildog
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Ranma's War
copyright 2009
Animedevildog
1: Just A Typical Morning
It was a beautiful morning in Tokyo. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and the air had a crispness to it that was refreshing. At a non-descript house in a relatively peaceful suburb, a young man rolls a motorcycle out of the back yard. It’s a beautiful machine in his eyes, because he had rebuilt it himself for the most part. Granted, some of his friends had helped, but most of the blood sweat and tears that went into it came from him. Yes, it was rough looking, but he could always continue working on it. A new exhaust, add some chrome maybe. Hell, he might even attempt a custom paintjob. There was a lot really that he could do. There was no rush though. All in good time. And he was sure that he had plenty of time.
He started with doing some final checks on the bike. The tires look good, and a quick check with a gauge tells him that the pressure is perfect. Another check tells him that the oil level is perfect. Lights are in working order as well. Thank Kami for Ryuji down at the new shop in town. Without his help, he would not have known what he was doing trying to get the bike in running order. Now, the time has finally come. It’s time to take her for a spin. That’s another thing that he had to be thankful for towards Ryuji. Him and Eikichi both. The two of them had spent many an hour teaching him how to ride on an old shop beater. Granted, that shop beater was in better shape mechanically than a lot of the motorcycles on the streets. Well, it’s his turn to do it on his own. He’s been looking forward to this for many days now. After putting a couple gallons of gas into the tank from an old can, the young man climbs on, puts the key in and fires it up.
He’s surprised that it’s as loud as it is, but it sounds good to him. Putting it in gear, he gives it a couple quick revs and heads out the gate to the street to tear down the road. He’s halfway down the street when a young girl of sixteen pokes her head out her bedroom window yelling at him.
“RANMA! I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, YOU PERVERT!” she yells at the young man rapidly heading towards downtown, waking anyone in the household the loud bike did not wake.
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Akane storms out of her room and downstairs into the kitchen. She’s more than a little miffed at getting woken up by that mechanical deathtrap that Ranma had gotten. And his attitude hasn’t changed for the better either. Ever since that new motorcycle shop opened up here in Nerima, you can find Ranma there, when he wasn’t in the back yard working on the damned bike. That place was teeming with hooligans, she was sure of it. Probably all perverts too, she thinks as she opens the fridge roughly looking for something to eat.
“Good morning Akane,” says her sister Kasumi. At nineteen, she was the household matriarch. She had to assume that role after the passing of their mother years ago. It had been a rough time, but now everyone looked to her when it came to anything involving the Tendo home. “I have water on for tea if you like, or, you could try a latte. They’re actually quite good, and will wake you faster than tea,” she tells her youngest sibling. She worries about her sister at times, with how angry she gets. Her biggest worry is that Akane might end up seriously hurting someone and get into trouble. “Maybe I better make you one, Akane. You look as if you could use it.” Kasume started making a large cup of latte for het sister.
“Thank you Kasumi,” Akane replies. She may be angry, but that does not mean it would be right to take it out on the one person she felt she could really trust. The one person who cared no matter what. Her other sister, Nabiki, she trusted only to look out for numero uno and to be scheming up one plot or another to get the Yen rolling in. Then there was their father. All he seemed to want to do now days is goof off at being on the City Council and play Shoji with Mr. Saotome all day. He hardly even practiced his martial arts anymore. The one thing he seemed to care about was getting her and that pervert Ranma married. Then there was Mr. Saotome. Best friend to her father and Ranma’s father. He’s also a panda half the time, but that just seems to fit the pattern of weird crap that happens around here. Then there was the old man Happosai. What the hell do you do with a three hundred plus year old pervert that steals all your underwear every chance he gets and gropes you at least once a day? One of these days, she thinks to herself, I’m gonna kill that old bastard.
Kasumi hands her a tall mug with a tan, creamy hot drink in it. It doesn’t smell bad and she takes a sip. She blanches a bit where as the taste is a lot stronger than she is used to. How can Kasumi drink this stuff, she wonders, setting the cup down on the table. Her thoughts drift back to Ranma. Why does he have to act like such a jerk all the time? Why can’t he be more nice? Her thoughts get all confused following this train of thought. On one hand, she can’t stand the way that he acts at times. He can be so cocky and cocksure. At other times, it seems he has no thoughts of her feelings. Yet, still… She quickly tries to banish certain thoughts from her mind. Yet, they come anyways. She’s just not ready to admit to the thoughts that she occasionally has for him. Actually, more than occasionally. She really cares for him, even if she is afraid to admit it. She takes another sip, then a bigger one of her latte. Funny, but it’s actually starting to taste pretty good.
Her thoughts are quickly interrupted by Nabiki as she stumbles into the kitchen, rather grouchy herself. “I think I’ll kill him if he wakes me again with that damned bike of his. I swear to Kami, I will,” she grumbles. She reaches out to grasp the proffered cup that her older sister hands her. Taking a slow sip, she feels it slowly bring her around. “Akane, you HAVE GOT to do something about that boy. After all, he IS your fiancée.”
“And good morning to you to Nabiki. And just what am I supposed to do about him? He’s just an oafish pervert that’s been hanging out down at that biker place too much lately,” she asks her sister. Akane does not like how everyone expects her to be able to control Ranma. Just because their father and Mr. Saotome thought that the two of them should marry, it always fell upon her shoulders whenever he got out of line. And that seems to happen too much, she thought to herself.
Kasumi decides it’s a good time to step in, saying, “How about we relax and have our drinks this morning, then you two can get ready for school while I fix breakfast.”
It’s at this point when they hear the bike roll in to the back yard. It’s a lot quieter than when he pulled out earlier. Why couldn’t he been this quiet on that thing when he left, Kasumi thinks to herself. She has always liked the boy. It’s a shame how he always seems to be in some sort of trouble with her sister. And they both like each other. A lot in fact, though neither one will ever admit it. She looks over to her sisters. Nabiki just finishes her latte and heads back upstairs to shower. Akane, on the other hand, is fuming. Kasumi just cringes as she watches Akane chug the rest of her still hot drink and march to the door.
“Ranma! You JERK!” Akane bellows as she sends a kick into his jaw just as he was coming through the door. This sends him flying and he lands in the pond. “You ever wake us all up like that again, I’ll tear you limb from friggin limb! PERVERT!” She then storms up the stairs to her room, slamming the door.
Ranma slowly crawls out of the pond, rubbing her head where it had hit a rock. Her clothes clung to her in the most uncomfortable ways now as well, and she was not happy. It seems that every day, Akane gets pissed about something, and strikes out violently for no reason. “Damn her,” she mumbles. “What the hell did I do this time? I can’t even walk into the house without getting punched or kicked anymore.” She trudges soddenly into the house and heads into the kitchen. All she wants right now is to be able to dry off. But, there is one thing she must do, lest Happosai catch her in her female form. Images of a short old letcher burying himself into her bosom flash into her head, and she has to repress a shudder. Placing a pot of water on the stove to heat, she mumbles to Kasumi, “Good morning.”
“Good morning Ranma,” she replies to the redhead without turning from her cooking. “May I ask a favor of you Ranma?” she asks politely. If Kasumi is anything, it’s polite. Even when she is really upset with someone, you never hear her raise her voice. “If you wish to ride early in the morning, that’s fine. But could you please be considerate and not make so much noise when you leave? When you left this morning, the loud noise woke everyone up.” She asks this with her smile on her face that lets people know she is not mad at them.
Kasumi is the one person in the household that Ranma really respects. When she asks this, Ranma feels bricked. It WAS rude, the way she took off like that. She would have brushed off most anyone else, but not Kasumi. Grabbing the now quite warm water on the stove, she pours it over his head. Now taller, with black hair and lacking breasts, he looks at Kasume and says “Sorry. I’ll try to remember for now on.”
“Thank you Ranma. That’s all I ask,” she tells him, and, to her, the matter is settled. “Breakfast will be ready soon. You might want to go get changed. Unless you plan on going to school all wet.”
The young man feels a twinge of anger. It’s Akane’s fault that he got soaked. That kick was uncalled for. At times, he thinks that he would be better off with Shampoo or Ukyo. At least Shampoo no longer tries to kill him when he turns into a girl. And Ukyo would never treat him like that. Even that crazy girl Kodachi Kuno doesn’t attack him like that. And all three of them can cook. Not Akane though. His stomach twists reflexively at the thought of Akane’s cooking.
His thoughts are interrupted by a flying water balloon hitting him in the face. Female once again, she’s the sudden target of a dirty old man flying at him with a gleam in his eye. “RANMA DARLING!” Happosai shouts with joy, heading straight to her bosom.
Kasumi, being use to the routine by now, just holds the door open as Ranma crescent kicks the little old man out into the yard.
“Kasumi,” she asks with mild irritation, “why is it we have yet to kick that letcher out?”
“That’s something you’ll just have to ask Daddy and Mr. Saotome,” comes the reply. Kasumi has always wondered that herself, but is too polite to broach that subject. She watches the mumbling redhead go up to her room to change.
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Most eyes are on Ranma as everyone eats their breakfast. They are still rather upset to some degree with the rude wakeup call this morning. Needless to say, he is not thrilled with being the center of attention, but he has become used to it. He notices that Akane’s stare is particularly filled with venom right now. Nabiki just grumbles. Soun is upset with how the young man tore down the street so early. Imagine how this will look at the next City Council meeting. Genma’s reason for being pissed is because Ranma kept stealing from his plate. Happosai is still miffed about not getting to bury his face in a set of tits this morning. All in all, a typical morning.
The one person who doesn’t seem up with him is Kasumi. That’s because she said her piece to Ranma a little bit earlier. The others seem to want to just let things simmer. Finally, Mr. Tendo breaks the ice and speaks up. “Ranma, if you’re going to be riding that motorcycle around here, would you please show some consideration for your family and neighbors?” he asks.
“Meh… I guess,” is the reply. Not that he really cares a whole lot what Mr. Tendo thinks, but he decides that since he’s already made a promise to Kasumi, he’ll do as he has been asked. At least around here in the mornings when people are trying to sleep. When he gets downtown though, that’s a whole nother story.
“Ranma, you know you don’t impress anyone with that bike. Why act like a baka on it?” says the middle sister. Besides, she already has plans, and those plans go out the window if he kills himself on that thing. She’s already calculating how much profit she can make by selling rides on the back of the bike. All she has to do is figure out how to keep Akane from flying off the handle when she sees all kinds of different girls on the back. Already, the wads of thousand Yen bills were flashing through her mind, giving her a thrill that was almost as good as sex.
“Ranma, what possessed you to buy that bike?” asked Mr. Tendo. “I mean, there are so many things that you could have done, like maybe spend the money on a ring…” That thought was quickly ended when Akane’s fist came down on top of his head. That was something that Both Ranma and Akane were getting tired hearing about. The engagement was not something that either one asked for. Granted, he was developing feelings, but he would rather let things develop on their own, and not have it shoved down his throat.
“Honestly Dad, can you give it a rest for once?” Akane asked, before she stormed out the door.
Off to Ranma’s right, a fat panda holds up a sign reading, “What’s up with her?” For some reason, Genma had not bothered changing back into his human form when he woke. Not that it stopped him from being his normal freeloader. Especially his attempts at stealing Ranma’s food, which he tries, only to be blocked by Ranma’s chopsticks. They start dueling, only to have both of their plates cleared by Happosai.
“HEY! Give me back my food you old letcher!” the young man yells.
Happosai just licks his chops happily and bounds from the table. “Gotta run, there’s panties out there with my name on them.” He hops out the door, heading off towards the high school to raid the first period gym class’ locker room.
“Well, this should be an interesting day,” says Nabiki as she finishes off her breakfast.
“Why is that Nabiki?” asks Kasumi.
“Well, we have Happosai starting his ritual panty raids first thing. Ranma plans on taking the bike to school. You KNOW how Principal Kuno is gonna react to that. And we have two new teachers. One of them I hear is hot, and the other I hear is still a kid who graduated from MIT in the US.” Nabiki tosses down the last of her tea before continuing. “I have also heard rumors that the school is expected to receive visitors from the US today. Visitors looking for a few “special” students,” she says.
“Special students?” Soun asks. “What do you mean?”
Genma holds up a sign in answer to Soun’s question. “Mutants.”
“Oh. Well, considering all that goes on here, I can understand why they would look here. I wonder who they might be looking for?” Kasumi asks herself.
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Ranma is putting on his helmet and getting ready to take off for school when Akane walks up. “So, you gonna at least offer me a ride to school?” Although the thought of riding on that thing kinda scared her, she still wanted to find out what it was like. Besides, it just may be fun.
“I thought you might want one,” he said, pulling out a spare helmet from his bag. “Put this on, get on, and HOLD on,” Ranma tells his fiancée with a mischievous grin. She does so and they pull out into the street. He takes it easy at first, getting used to the feel of having a passenger. Within a couple blocks though, Akane is holding on for dear life. Ranma rolls hard on the throttle, sending them virtually flying down the road. Misjudging how fast he’s going, he realizes that he is not gonna be able to stop for a red light so he barrels through, cutting off a car and almost hitting another car head on before continuing on down the street.
“For the love of Kami! SLOW DOWN before you kill us!” she screams into his ear. He takes no notice as he rounds a corner and pulls up to a stop sign. Taking off again, get pops the clutch in second and brings the front wheel up off the ground. This is when Akane squeezes her eyes shut and begins to pray to any and all Gods, deities, and higher powers that she can think of that she may live through this.
For his part, Ranma is thrilled. He feels an almost godlike power while riding. Hell, he feels invincible. This is an even greater thrill than winning a good fight against Ryoga. He’s grinning like the Cheshire cat when the Kawasaki Z750RS Z2 piloted buy a blond man in a white suit pulls up alongside him.
So, Ranma seems to like his bike. Maybe a little too much. Might want to rein him in a little before he kills himself. I wonder which fiancée this one would be? Must be Akane, Eikichi Onizuka thinks to himself as he pulls up along side of him. He gives a quick wave that Ranma returns and they stop for a light. Just as it turns green, a little crotchrocket with a kid on it zooms past at about warp nine.
“HOLY SHIT!” exclaims Ranma. “What the hell was THAT?” Akane takes no notice. She’s still praying for redemption and survival.
“Kinda looked like a YSR,” says Onizuka. “Though I have never seen one move like that before,” he says as they both give chase. It takes a couple blocks, but they finally catch the little bike that blew buy like an F-16 on full afterburner. Yes, it is a YSR, but this one has had a lot of work done to it. Definitely not the stock motor. Wheels are different as well. Definitely some excellent work. Just where the hell did a kid get the money to get something like that Onizuka had to wonder.
The young girl on the YSR glanced in her mirror to see a couple bikers catching up quick. Eat dust boys, she thinks to herself as she downshifts and pulls away from them. It never seems to end, people trying to catch her when she rides. So far, most never do. Especially the cops. Thank God for that, since she didn’t have so much as a learner’s permit. She grins inside her helmet as the two bikes behind her rapidly shrink in her mirror.
“To hell with this!” growls Ranma and he guns the gas. “I don’t care what that kid has, ain’t no way she can get away from a liter bike!” he quickly pulls away from his friend, forcing him to catch up.
“Damnit Ranma! Your gonna kill yourself,” Eikichi mumbles to himself. He soon finds himself caught up with Ranma, who is just a few car lengths behind the Yamaha. They keep this pace until they come up to some stopped traffic. Ranma finally comes to his senses and stops, much to the relief of a trembling Akane. Onizuka stops as well. They’ve got two rows of cars ahead of them at a red, and the girl just aimed for the space between the two rows and keeps goin. Reaching the light. She drifted the bike around the corner, cutting off a couple cars and kept goin.
“Holy hell, did you see THAT?” Ranma asks. That girl seems even crazier than Onizuka, and he’s the craziest son-of-a-bitch that he had ever met.
“Yeah, I saw. That kid is insane. And your just as insane, Ranma, for trying to catch her. What were you thinking anyways?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he says, “Come on. Let’s get to school.”
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Rebecca Miyamoto is feeling a bit nervous and sad this morning. Nervous because she is starting a new teaching job in a new school today. Sad because she made a lot of friends in the old school, and she would miss them. Still, things could be worse. She could be teaching first graders instead of high school students. At least here, if the rumors that she heard were true, then things should be rather interesting.
She was just locking up the bike when the two bikers she blew away pulled up. One of them has to be a teacher due to his age. Though he didn’t look like any teacher she had ever met. Earrings in both ears, smoking, and riding a motorcycle. DEFINITELY not your average teacher.
The guy on the Honda was definitely a student though. He didn’t dress like the other students mind you. His red shirt was not part of the standard school uniform. Nor was the ponytail. Granted, Japan has gotten less demanding on conforming to the normal standards, but it was still rare to see anyone flaunt the system too much. Obviously, this one was one of the exceptions to the rule.
“Hey kid! The elementary school is three blocks down the road,” says the guy in the red shirt. He must be pissed about getting dusted this morning. Well, if the squid can’t keep up… “Yeah, you! And where do you get off riding like that? And ain’t you a bit you a bit young to be on a motorcycle anyways?” Yup, he’s pissed.
“You talking to me?” Rebecca asks. She can tell that this one’s attitude could be a problem. Oh well, she’d just have to deal with it.
“Hi, I’m Eikichi Onizuka, and I’m this guy’s home room teacher. You must be the new math teacher they were talking about,” Onizuka says as he takes off his helmet. “Don’t mind Ranma, he’s a good guy really. He just has a bit of an attitude.” Dismounting the bike, he says, “Come on. Let’s go in and meet the rest of the faculty. Say, where did you learn to ride like that anyways?” he asks, lighting a smoke as the two of them head inside, leaving a stunned Ranma and a still terrified Akane outside.
As stated, this is a crossover. There will be many fandoms in this fic, but it does take place within the Ranma universe. Chapter 1 includes: Ranma 1/2, GTO, PaniPoni Dash, and a reference to X-Men. Please bare in mind that this is a fanfic, and such, I might take certain liberties that diverge from the respective fandoms. Forgive me this.
Just sit back, read, and enjoy.
Thank you.
Animedevildog
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Ranma's War
copyright 2009
Animedevildog
1: Just A Typical Morning
It was a beautiful morning in Tokyo. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon and the air had a crispness to it that was refreshing. At a non-descript house in a relatively peaceful suburb, a young man rolls a motorcycle out of the back yard. It’s a beautiful machine in his eyes, because he had rebuilt it himself for the most part. Granted, some of his friends had helped, but most of the blood sweat and tears that went into it came from him. Yes, it was rough looking, but he could always continue working on it. A new exhaust, add some chrome maybe. Hell, he might even attempt a custom paintjob. There was a lot really that he could do. There was no rush though. All in good time. And he was sure that he had plenty of time.
He started with doing some final checks on the bike. The tires look good, and a quick check with a gauge tells him that the pressure is perfect. Another check tells him that the oil level is perfect. Lights are in working order as well. Thank Kami for Ryuji down at the new shop in town. Without his help, he would not have known what he was doing trying to get the bike in running order. Now, the time has finally come. It’s time to take her for a spin. That’s another thing that he had to be thankful for towards Ryuji. Him and Eikichi both. The two of them had spent many an hour teaching him how to ride on an old shop beater. Granted, that shop beater was in better shape mechanically than a lot of the motorcycles on the streets. Well, it’s his turn to do it on his own. He’s been looking forward to this for many days now. After putting a couple gallons of gas into the tank from an old can, the young man climbs on, puts the key in and fires it up.
He’s surprised that it’s as loud as it is, but it sounds good to him. Putting it in gear, he gives it a couple quick revs and heads out the gate to the street to tear down the road. He’s halfway down the street when a young girl of sixteen pokes her head out her bedroom window yelling at him.
“RANMA! I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, YOU PERVERT!” she yells at the young man rapidly heading towards downtown, waking anyone in the household the loud bike did not wake.
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Akane storms out of her room and downstairs into the kitchen. She’s more than a little miffed at getting woken up by that mechanical deathtrap that Ranma had gotten. And his attitude hasn’t changed for the better either. Ever since that new motorcycle shop opened up here in Nerima, you can find Ranma there, when he wasn’t in the back yard working on the damned bike. That place was teeming with hooligans, she was sure of it. Probably all perverts too, she thinks as she opens the fridge roughly looking for something to eat.
“Good morning Akane,” says her sister Kasumi. At nineteen, she was the household matriarch. She had to assume that role after the passing of their mother years ago. It had been a rough time, but now everyone looked to her when it came to anything involving the Tendo home. “I have water on for tea if you like, or, you could try a latte. They’re actually quite good, and will wake you faster than tea,” she tells her youngest sibling. She worries about her sister at times, with how angry she gets. Her biggest worry is that Akane might end up seriously hurting someone and get into trouble. “Maybe I better make you one, Akane. You look as if you could use it.” Kasume started making a large cup of latte for het sister.
“Thank you Kasumi,” Akane replies. She may be angry, but that does not mean it would be right to take it out on the one person she felt she could really trust. The one person who cared no matter what. Her other sister, Nabiki, she trusted only to look out for numero uno and to be scheming up one plot or another to get the Yen rolling in. Then there was their father. All he seemed to want to do now days is goof off at being on the City Council and play Shoji with Mr. Saotome all day. He hardly even practiced his martial arts anymore. The one thing he seemed to care about was getting her and that pervert Ranma married. Then there was Mr. Saotome. Best friend to her father and Ranma’s father. He’s also a panda half the time, but that just seems to fit the pattern of weird crap that happens around here. Then there was the old man Happosai. What the hell do you do with a three hundred plus year old pervert that steals all your underwear every chance he gets and gropes you at least once a day? One of these days, she thinks to herself, I’m gonna kill that old bastard.
Kasumi hands her a tall mug with a tan, creamy hot drink in it. It doesn’t smell bad and she takes a sip. She blanches a bit where as the taste is a lot stronger than she is used to. How can Kasumi drink this stuff, she wonders, setting the cup down on the table. Her thoughts drift back to Ranma. Why does he have to act like such a jerk all the time? Why can’t he be more nice? Her thoughts get all confused following this train of thought. On one hand, she can’t stand the way that he acts at times. He can be so cocky and cocksure. At other times, it seems he has no thoughts of her feelings. Yet, still… She quickly tries to banish certain thoughts from her mind. Yet, they come anyways. She’s just not ready to admit to the thoughts that she occasionally has for him. Actually, more than occasionally. She really cares for him, even if she is afraid to admit it. She takes another sip, then a bigger one of her latte. Funny, but it’s actually starting to taste pretty good.
Her thoughts are quickly interrupted by Nabiki as she stumbles into the kitchen, rather grouchy herself. “I think I’ll kill him if he wakes me again with that damned bike of his. I swear to Kami, I will,” she grumbles. She reaches out to grasp the proffered cup that her older sister hands her. Taking a slow sip, she feels it slowly bring her around. “Akane, you HAVE GOT to do something about that boy. After all, he IS your fiancée.”
“And good morning to you to Nabiki. And just what am I supposed to do about him? He’s just an oafish pervert that’s been hanging out down at that biker place too much lately,” she asks her sister. Akane does not like how everyone expects her to be able to control Ranma. Just because their father and Mr. Saotome thought that the two of them should marry, it always fell upon her shoulders whenever he got out of line. And that seems to happen too much, she thought to herself.
Kasumi decides it’s a good time to step in, saying, “How about we relax and have our drinks this morning, then you two can get ready for school while I fix breakfast.”
It’s at this point when they hear the bike roll in to the back yard. It’s a lot quieter than when he pulled out earlier. Why couldn’t he been this quiet on that thing when he left, Kasumi thinks to herself. She has always liked the boy. It’s a shame how he always seems to be in some sort of trouble with her sister. And they both like each other. A lot in fact, though neither one will ever admit it. She looks over to her sisters. Nabiki just finishes her latte and heads back upstairs to shower. Akane, on the other hand, is fuming. Kasumi just cringes as she watches Akane chug the rest of her still hot drink and march to the door.
“Ranma! You JERK!” Akane bellows as she sends a kick into his jaw just as he was coming through the door. This sends him flying and he lands in the pond. “You ever wake us all up like that again, I’ll tear you limb from friggin limb! PERVERT!” She then storms up the stairs to her room, slamming the door.
Ranma slowly crawls out of the pond, rubbing her head where it had hit a rock. Her clothes clung to her in the most uncomfortable ways now as well, and she was not happy. It seems that every day, Akane gets pissed about something, and strikes out violently for no reason. “Damn her,” she mumbles. “What the hell did I do this time? I can’t even walk into the house without getting punched or kicked anymore.” She trudges soddenly into the house and heads into the kitchen. All she wants right now is to be able to dry off. But, there is one thing she must do, lest Happosai catch her in her female form. Images of a short old letcher burying himself into her bosom flash into her head, and she has to repress a shudder. Placing a pot of water on the stove to heat, she mumbles to Kasumi, “Good morning.”
“Good morning Ranma,” she replies to the redhead without turning from her cooking. “May I ask a favor of you Ranma?” she asks politely. If Kasumi is anything, it’s polite. Even when she is really upset with someone, you never hear her raise her voice. “If you wish to ride early in the morning, that’s fine. But could you please be considerate and not make so much noise when you leave? When you left this morning, the loud noise woke everyone up.” She asks this with her smile on her face that lets people know she is not mad at them.
Kasumi is the one person in the household that Ranma really respects. When she asks this, Ranma feels bricked. It WAS rude, the way she took off like that. She would have brushed off most anyone else, but not Kasumi. Grabbing the now quite warm water on the stove, she pours it over his head. Now taller, with black hair and lacking breasts, he looks at Kasume and says “Sorry. I’ll try to remember for now on.”
“Thank you Ranma. That’s all I ask,” she tells him, and, to her, the matter is settled. “Breakfast will be ready soon. You might want to go get changed. Unless you plan on going to school all wet.”
The young man feels a twinge of anger. It’s Akane’s fault that he got soaked. That kick was uncalled for. At times, he thinks that he would be better off with Shampoo or Ukyo. At least Shampoo no longer tries to kill him when he turns into a girl. And Ukyo would never treat him like that. Even that crazy girl Kodachi Kuno doesn’t attack him like that. And all three of them can cook. Not Akane though. His stomach twists reflexively at the thought of Akane’s cooking.
His thoughts are interrupted by a flying water balloon hitting him in the face. Female once again, she’s the sudden target of a dirty old man flying at him with a gleam in his eye. “RANMA DARLING!” Happosai shouts with joy, heading straight to her bosom.
Kasumi, being use to the routine by now, just holds the door open as Ranma crescent kicks the little old man out into the yard.
“Kasumi,” she asks with mild irritation, “why is it we have yet to kick that letcher out?”
“That’s something you’ll just have to ask Daddy and Mr. Saotome,” comes the reply. Kasumi has always wondered that herself, but is too polite to broach that subject. She watches the mumbling redhead go up to her room to change.
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Most eyes are on Ranma as everyone eats their breakfast. They are still rather upset to some degree with the rude wakeup call this morning. Needless to say, he is not thrilled with being the center of attention, but he has become used to it. He notices that Akane’s stare is particularly filled with venom right now. Nabiki just grumbles. Soun is upset with how the young man tore down the street so early. Imagine how this will look at the next City Council meeting. Genma’s reason for being pissed is because Ranma kept stealing from his plate. Happosai is still miffed about not getting to bury his face in a set of tits this morning. All in all, a typical morning.
The one person who doesn’t seem up with him is Kasumi. That’s because she said her piece to Ranma a little bit earlier. The others seem to want to just let things simmer. Finally, Mr. Tendo breaks the ice and speaks up. “Ranma, if you’re going to be riding that motorcycle around here, would you please show some consideration for your family and neighbors?” he asks.
“Meh… I guess,” is the reply. Not that he really cares a whole lot what Mr. Tendo thinks, but he decides that since he’s already made a promise to Kasumi, he’ll do as he has been asked. At least around here in the mornings when people are trying to sleep. When he gets downtown though, that’s a whole nother story.
“Ranma, you know you don’t impress anyone with that bike. Why act like a baka on it?” says the middle sister. Besides, she already has plans, and those plans go out the window if he kills himself on that thing. She’s already calculating how much profit she can make by selling rides on the back of the bike. All she has to do is figure out how to keep Akane from flying off the handle when she sees all kinds of different girls on the back. Already, the wads of thousand Yen bills were flashing through her mind, giving her a thrill that was almost as good as sex.
“Ranma, what possessed you to buy that bike?” asked Mr. Tendo. “I mean, there are so many things that you could have done, like maybe spend the money on a ring…” That thought was quickly ended when Akane’s fist came down on top of his head. That was something that Both Ranma and Akane were getting tired hearing about. The engagement was not something that either one asked for. Granted, he was developing feelings, but he would rather let things develop on their own, and not have it shoved down his throat.
“Honestly Dad, can you give it a rest for once?” Akane asked, before she stormed out the door.
Off to Ranma’s right, a fat panda holds up a sign reading, “What’s up with her?” For some reason, Genma had not bothered changing back into his human form when he woke. Not that it stopped him from being his normal freeloader. Especially his attempts at stealing Ranma’s food, which he tries, only to be blocked by Ranma’s chopsticks. They start dueling, only to have both of their plates cleared by Happosai.
“HEY! Give me back my food you old letcher!” the young man yells.
Happosai just licks his chops happily and bounds from the table. “Gotta run, there’s panties out there with my name on them.” He hops out the door, heading off towards the high school to raid the first period gym class’ locker room.
“Well, this should be an interesting day,” says Nabiki as she finishes off her breakfast.
“Why is that Nabiki?” asks Kasumi.
“Well, we have Happosai starting his ritual panty raids first thing. Ranma plans on taking the bike to school. You KNOW how Principal Kuno is gonna react to that. And we have two new teachers. One of them I hear is hot, and the other I hear is still a kid who graduated from MIT in the US.” Nabiki tosses down the last of her tea before continuing. “I have also heard rumors that the school is expected to receive visitors from the US today. Visitors looking for a few “special” students,” she says.
“Special students?” Soun asks. “What do you mean?”
Genma holds up a sign in answer to Soun’s question. “Mutants.”
“Oh. Well, considering all that goes on here, I can understand why they would look here. I wonder who they might be looking for?” Kasumi asks herself.
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Ranma is putting on his helmet and getting ready to take off for school when Akane walks up. “So, you gonna at least offer me a ride to school?” Although the thought of riding on that thing kinda scared her, she still wanted to find out what it was like. Besides, it just may be fun.
“I thought you might want one,” he said, pulling out a spare helmet from his bag. “Put this on, get on, and HOLD on,” Ranma tells his fiancée with a mischievous grin. She does so and they pull out into the street. He takes it easy at first, getting used to the feel of having a passenger. Within a couple blocks though, Akane is holding on for dear life. Ranma rolls hard on the throttle, sending them virtually flying down the road. Misjudging how fast he’s going, he realizes that he is not gonna be able to stop for a red light so he barrels through, cutting off a car and almost hitting another car head on before continuing on down the street.
“For the love of Kami! SLOW DOWN before you kill us!” she screams into his ear. He takes no notice as he rounds a corner and pulls up to a stop sign. Taking off again, get pops the clutch in second and brings the front wheel up off the ground. This is when Akane squeezes her eyes shut and begins to pray to any and all Gods, deities, and higher powers that she can think of that she may live through this.
For his part, Ranma is thrilled. He feels an almost godlike power while riding. Hell, he feels invincible. This is an even greater thrill than winning a good fight against Ryoga. He’s grinning like the Cheshire cat when the Kawasaki Z750RS Z2 piloted buy a blond man in a white suit pulls up alongside him.
So, Ranma seems to like his bike. Maybe a little too much. Might want to rein him in a little before he kills himself. I wonder which fiancée this one would be? Must be Akane, Eikichi Onizuka thinks to himself as he pulls up along side of him. He gives a quick wave that Ranma returns and they stop for a light. Just as it turns green, a little crotchrocket with a kid on it zooms past at about warp nine.
“HOLY SHIT!” exclaims Ranma. “What the hell was THAT?” Akane takes no notice. She’s still praying for redemption and survival.
“Kinda looked like a YSR,” says Onizuka. “Though I have never seen one move like that before,” he says as they both give chase. It takes a couple blocks, but they finally catch the little bike that blew buy like an F-16 on full afterburner. Yes, it is a YSR, but this one has had a lot of work done to it. Definitely not the stock motor. Wheels are different as well. Definitely some excellent work. Just where the hell did a kid get the money to get something like that Onizuka had to wonder.
The young girl on the YSR glanced in her mirror to see a couple bikers catching up quick. Eat dust boys, she thinks to herself as she downshifts and pulls away from them. It never seems to end, people trying to catch her when she rides. So far, most never do. Especially the cops. Thank God for that, since she didn’t have so much as a learner’s permit. She grins inside her helmet as the two bikes behind her rapidly shrink in her mirror.
“To hell with this!” growls Ranma and he guns the gas. “I don’t care what that kid has, ain’t no way she can get away from a liter bike!” he quickly pulls away from his friend, forcing him to catch up.
“Damnit Ranma! Your gonna kill yourself,” Eikichi mumbles to himself. He soon finds himself caught up with Ranma, who is just a few car lengths behind the Yamaha. They keep this pace until they come up to some stopped traffic. Ranma finally comes to his senses and stops, much to the relief of a trembling Akane. Onizuka stops as well. They’ve got two rows of cars ahead of them at a red, and the girl just aimed for the space between the two rows and keeps goin. Reaching the light. She drifted the bike around the corner, cutting off a couple cars and kept goin.
“Holy hell, did you see THAT?” Ranma asks. That girl seems even crazier than Onizuka, and he’s the craziest son-of-a-bitch that he had ever met.
“Yeah, I saw. That kid is insane. And your just as insane, Ranma, for trying to catch her. What were you thinking anyways?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he says, “Come on. Let’s get to school.”
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Rebecca Miyamoto is feeling a bit nervous and sad this morning. Nervous because she is starting a new teaching job in a new school today. Sad because she made a lot of friends in the old school, and she would miss them. Still, things could be worse. She could be teaching first graders instead of high school students. At least here, if the rumors that she heard were true, then things should be rather interesting.
She was just locking up the bike when the two bikers she blew away pulled up. One of them has to be a teacher due to his age. Though he didn’t look like any teacher she had ever met. Earrings in both ears, smoking, and riding a motorcycle. DEFINITELY not your average teacher.
The guy on the Honda was definitely a student though. He didn’t dress like the other students mind you. His red shirt was not part of the standard school uniform. Nor was the ponytail. Granted, Japan has gotten less demanding on conforming to the normal standards, but it was still rare to see anyone flaunt the system too much. Obviously, this one was one of the exceptions to the rule.
“Hey kid! The elementary school is three blocks down the road,” says the guy in the red shirt. He must be pissed about getting dusted this morning. Well, if the squid can’t keep up… “Yeah, you! And where do you get off riding like that? And ain’t you a bit you a bit young to be on a motorcycle anyways?” Yup, he’s pissed.
“You talking to me?” Rebecca asks. She can tell that this one’s attitude could be a problem. Oh well, she’d just have to deal with it.
“Hi, I’m Eikichi Onizuka, and I’m this guy’s home room teacher. You must be the new math teacher they were talking about,” Onizuka says as he takes off his helmet. “Don’t mind Ranma, he’s a good guy really. He just has a bit of an attitude.” Dismounting the bike, he says, “Come on. Let’s go in and meet the rest of the faculty. Say, where did you learn to ride like that anyways?” he asks, lighting a smoke as the two of them head inside, leaving a stunned Ranma and a still terrified Akane outside.