[FANFIC] Yin Yang: Enter Team Tao


     
This fic is the culmination of an idea a friend and I had.  Currently it is stalled as it is his turn to take up the writing chores.  I thought I would put it out to see what you guys think of it.  It is currently in the very early stages and may never get done, but if we should ever get back to it I will release it in an episodic format.  Let's see all chars seen here are the property of Rumic Takahashi and we have no right to use them.  The chars Alex and Erik belong to Paul "Salvo" Ervi and myself, Ranchan, you guys have no right to use them.  Blah blah blah....

And on with the show.

P-P-P-chan Productions proudly presents...

Yin Yang: Enter team Tao.






2 years ago.  Jusenkyo, China.

  The sun is seen peeking up from behind the mountains.  It is an incredible sight.  The sky is filled with bright reds and oranges and birds can be heard off in the distance.  The sunlight glints off the many pools that line Jusenkyo.  It is truly a sight to behold, and it not lost on the two figures who now approach the accursed springs.  

"Wow, what a beautiful sunrise."  One of the two commented, 
"Yeah," the other agreed. "It is pretty wicked." 

 The two figures stand at the edge of the training grounds and bask in the warm glow of the morning sun, knowing that soon they will not have much time to admire their surroundings. 

 "This is perfect."  One of them says.  "It's just like the old man said it would be." 

 They gaze out across the springs and take particular notice of the many bamboo poles that rise out from the many springs.  

"Yeah, this is the perfect place to train.  Gotta hand it to you, I thought the old geezer was a crackpot, and when he mentioned this place I never would have believed him."  

"That's why I'm the brains of this outfit." the other answered. 

HIs patner just scowled at him.

"Anyways, we both know why we're here so lets get to it." 

 With that the two figures drop the packs which they had been carrying and we finally get a good look at them.  

     One of the pair is wearing a red dougi top with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of jeans.  On his wrists he is wearing gloves that wrap around his hands, not unlike those used by roller bladers.  His hair is fairly short and black and he is wearing a orange headband.  His partner is wearing an orange T-shirt and a bomber style jacket.  He is also wearing jeans and a pair of beat up sneakers.  He has long blonde hair which is tied back into a pony tail with a strip of red cloth.  Both of them are fairly tall, standing at about 5' 10" a piece.  The most prominent of their garb are the Katana blades which the two of them are sporting slung to their backs. 

 "Lez rock."  Says the one in the bomber jacket.   

With that they jump up onto the bamboo poles that rise from the springs.  

"I'm not going to pull any of my punches on you Erik." said Alex as he adjusted his wrist guards.  

"It's not me you should be worrying about." countered Erik.  "If I were you I'd worry about myself." 

 With that Erik launched at Alex with a flying kick.  Alex met the attack in mid air, parrying the blow and delivering a punch to Erik's midsection.  They landed on different poles, Erik wincing slightly.  

"I told you I wasn't going to pull any punches �junior'.  Maybe you should pay more attention next time."  

"Whatever you say...'dad'." responded Erik in a tone dripping with sarcasm.  "That's one for you.  But the games just started."  

With that Erik again launched himself towards Alex.  The sparring continued in this way for a little while.  At some points the two friends with swords unsheathed met in mid air with clanging metal.  Finally Alex made a fatal mistake and Erik caught him in the chest with a jump kick.  

"Score one for the home side." whooped Erik as Alex fell towards a familiar pool. 

 Just before he hit the water, Alex tossed his sword at the pole that Erik was coming down on.  The sword sliced through the pole just as he landed on it. *Oh shit* thought Erik.  He did everything he could to try to regain his balance, the backstroke the breast stroke.  But all for naught.  He fell.  Just before he hit the water the screaming started.  







Nerima, Japan.  Today

     It was a normal day,...well as normal a day as one would find here in Nerima.  At the Tendo Dojo the morning began as any other did.  Genma and Ranma could be seen having their usual sparring match over the pond, Soun was reading his newspaper, Kasumi was busy getting breakfast ready, and as always Nabiki came downstairs looking ragged, tooth brush still in mouth.  

"Kathumi, weaws Ahkane?" said Nabiki through her toothbrush.  

"Oh, good morning Nabiki-chan.  I think she went out for a jog."  

"Oh, O.K.  Thanks oneechan." Nabiki said finally realizing she still had her toothbrush in mouth and pulling it out. *Hmm...* she thought. *I'd better get my camera ready for when she gets back.  I figure Kunou will pay a good bit for pictures of Akane in a track suit.* With that she rushed upstairs to get her camera, yen signs flashing before her eyes.  

"Breakfast is ready." called Kasumi.  

With that the two aerial combatants lost their concentration, and fell into the pond.  They both surfaced and Genma-panda bapped Ranma-chan upside the head with a sign. 

 "Wad'ya do that for?" yelled Ranma-chan as she socked Genma in the stomach.  

Genma (via sign) <Your getting sloppy boy.>.  

"Me?  I didn't see you avoiding the pond." 

 Genma twirling the sign around, <I'm not the one who's inheriting the anything goes school of martial arts here, you are>.  

"Aw, shut up...old man."  

Suddenly they both realized that breakfast had started before them and made a mad dash for the food.  Outside Akane made the last turn heading back to the Dojo.  It had been a great jog this morning, the day was turning out to be beautiful and there was just the slightest breeze blowing.  As she approached the main gates of the Dojo she noticed two figures approaching from the other direction, one of them seemed familiar.  

"Hey, Ranma." she called as she entered through the gates.  Soon though she was backpedaling it out of the gates.  "Ranma?"  

"I'm sorry," said the female "but I think you've mistaken me for someone else."  

Upon closer observation Akane had to agree.  Although the girl looked remarkably like Ranma there were some differences.  For one thing she was taller than Ranma-chan, taller than Akane for that matter.  She had the same features as Ranma, but her posture was different.  Not Ranma's always male like posture but instead a female posture.  She was also a little more muscular than Ranma.  The biggest difference was her hair, although a fiery red like Ranma's it was in a long pony tail that went halfway down her back.  Her clothes were also something that Ranma would not wear, she had on a red dougi top with torn off sleeves and a pair of jeans.  Akane then looked at the girls partner.  She had to look up, because he rivaled Kunou in size.  He was better built than Kunou too.  He wore a bomber style jacket, a tank top under it and a pair of snug fitting pants.  The thing that caught Akane's eye though was the large Katana blade that was strapped to his back.  

"I'm sorry." said Akane, "It's just that you look like someone that I know,...well he looks like you half the time."  Akane suddenly realized the mistake she made and before they could ask she quickly changed subject.  "So, is there anything that I can do for you.  You seemed to be heading in the direction of my Dojo."  

"This is your Dojo?" the male finally spoke.  "Excellent, we've finally found it."  

"Finally found it?" queried Akane.  

"Yes." the female answered.  "We have been looking for this place for a while.  We were told that we might train here."  

"Well if it's training you want you will have to speak to my father."  

With that Akane led the two strangers into the Dojo.  As they entered the living room everyone looked up from breakfast.  Seeing nothing interesting they all went back to what they were doing.  Suddenly as if on cue they all did one of those double take thingies, all except Kasumi of course, and proceeded to facefault.  Ranma was the first to regain his senses.  

"Look out, that stupid old letch has released my demon half again."  Ranma yelled.

With that everyone scattered and Nabiki pulled out some wards.  

"Nabiki what are you waiting for!!" yelled Ranma.  

"That'll be 2000 yen Saotome." she said smugly.  

He was about to pay it when Akane piped up.  "Will you two please stop, this is not Ranma's demon half this is..."  Akane looked back stupidly starting to blush.  "Um,.." she stammered.  "I never did get your names."  

The two strangers who had up till now been starring slack jawed at what was going on finally came to there senses.  The Ranma look-a-like was the first to regain her composure. 

 "Sorry." she said.  "My names Alex Blade, and my very talkative friend here is Erik Salvos.  We are both from Canada and have been living here and in China for the last few years.  We were told by someone that we should come to Nerima, to the Tendo Dojo in fact, to train."  

Ranma, after finally getting his eyes back into their sockets, began his own introductions.  "Hi, I'm Ranma Saotome, this" he said indicating Genma "is my father Genma Saotome.  Over there is Sound Tendo."  He pointed to Soun.  "And these are his daughters, Kasumi and Nabiki." he said pointing them out.  "And of course," he said  "you've met the tomboy."  

A sudden mallet to the back of the head reminded Ranma of his manners.  

"I mean Akane Tendo."  That was all he could say before he lapsed into unconsciousness, his fingers splayed in the usual warding position.

    "What is it that we can do for you?" Asked Genma completely oblivious to the condition of his son.  

"We were told by someone that we should come to Nerima and ask to be trained in the great techniques of the anything goes school of martial arts."  

"Who sent you?" asked Nabiki, already seeing the possibilities of a Ranma-chan look-a-like *Kunou'd pay through the nose to get a chance to date his pig-tailed girl.  Even if she isn't Ranma*   

At the question Alex turned a bright shade of red, almost as red as her hair.  "Some hentai old man named Happousai.  If I ever see that lech again, he'll wish I'd done more than just punt him into tomorrow."  She fumed.  

"Y-you m-m-m-mean them m-m-m-master sent you." Soun stammered.  The mere mention of Happousai had that effect on people.


     
"Yes he did." said Alex.  

"Well one thing about the master," said Genma, "if he personally sent you you must have impressed him."

"Well I did sorta kick him into low earth orbit... after he latched onto my chest yelling 'Oh my sweet Ranma-chan', I wonder what he meant, anyways.  When he landed, and it was all too soon for me, he said that no-one but Ranma ever kicked him that hard and that we should try to test our skills against him."  

"Well then," said Soun "if you wish to train with us you may."  

"Only on one condition." interupted Alex "we will pay for our training."  

Soun was so overjoyed that someone coming to train with them was willing to pay that he immediately broke into tears.  

"Wha.. what did I say?" asked Alex, clearly this was not the response she had expected.  

"Oh. don't worry about Father." said Kasumi.  "It's just that most of the students here don't pay for their training, and the bills are quite large."  

"Oh." said Alex.  

"Well, now that that's all settled, why don't you two come to the dojo and show us your stuff.  We could have a little match."  offered  Akane.

"Well..., okay." said Alex.  

With that Akane and Ranma led the way to the dojo, Alex and Erik in tow.  Alex was carrying her Bo staff and Katana on her back while Erik, also with Katana on back, was still lugging around that oversized bag, the contents of which were still unknown.  Alex and Akane were the first to fight.  Alex twirled her Bo around, then, deciding she would not use it the fight tossed it to Erik who wasn't prepared and took it in the head.  

"Gomen nessai."  said Alex "But your reflexes are getting pretty bad if I can hit you with my staff like that." 

 Erik only grumbled and rubbed his head.  And so the match began.  From the onset it was clear that Alex was the more skilled fighter, but Akane was tougher than she looked.  Where Alex was quick and graceful, Akane countered with brute strength.  The two were very evenly matched, after about twenty minutes of fighting the two of them decided to call it a draw.  

"Wow, you're really good." said Akane. 

 "Yeah." agreed Alex.  "You were great too."