This is *not* the Ukyou story I needed info on so very long ago.
You also might be wondering whether this is a lemon, since it
has the word "Hentai" in the title. Well, it's not. If it was one,
I would have used the subject tag. OTOH, there may be some
language and situations that may be borderline, so I'll let you guys
use your better judgement.
The premise of this story is, what if Happosai had an arch enemy?
Ranma's got several, Akane's got a few, why not the master? Anyway,
here is the result of such a pondering. C&C is welcome by private email.
Send it to me, Foxtrot the Furryous, at <TLSbtn@ix.netcom.com>.
Flames will be "stepped on or cut up or simply disappear!"
[Hey Chris Willmore, name that line!]
You can insert this story into continuity after Nodaka finds out
about the curse, but before the "end" of the story takes place.
All characters except for the one that appears that hasn't appeared
in the Ranmaverse before belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the
associated companies and I'm not getting paid for this. But if I were,
you know I'd spend it on anime, and it would go right back to Rumiko
anyway, so......
WildSider Productions presents
a Collier production
directed by Lynn and Damon Collier
starring familiar characters and one new one
#
"The Nature of the Hentai"
written by, Lynn Collier
#
Chapter One
<..> indicates thoughts
#..# indicates another language other than Japanese is being spoken
"JERK!"
"TOMBOY!"
WHAMMM!!
It was a typical evening at the Tendo dojo. As Ranma sailed
out of the new hole in the dojo roof, he thought to himself, <Man, things
are never gonna change around here. We start sparring, I refuse to hit her,
she gets mad, I start to think she might be cute, she wallops me in the head
with that mallet, I go flying....> He sighed in midair, unaware of the figure
that gave a start at his departure from the training hall, then followed his
trajectory towards his landing point -- in the river.
SPLASH! A wet and tired Ranma-chan emerged from the river,
shaking her red pigtailed head to get the water out of her ears. The figure
that followed gave no start when this happened. It had happened before.
Ranma-chan quickly ran back towards the dojo, and the figure was left to
speculate what had happened. <This is the fourth time that the girl has
booted the Young Enemy out of the dojo this week. A normal person
would be severely injured after that, but not he. Also, he turns into a
woman when he's splashed with cold water, but changes back when hit
with hot water. I almost feel sorry for him.> A scowl formed on the
person's face. <No doubt that this is entirely the master's fault. Well,
after watching them for three weeks, I think I have a good assessment of
how good they are. I only have to worry about the little ones' fiancees
and perhaps the mother, but since she left town two days ago, I can strike
without retaliation.. My plan is finally complete. I can be whole once
more!!! But first, I have that appointment with that school tomorrow
morning.> With that, the figure sprang to a nearby rooftop and leapt
in the direction of town.
The next morning.....
"Girls, as you all know, your gymnastics coach is going to be
ut for a month at the least because of the injuries she received in her
accident. So in the meantime, I have hired a coach to train you for the
rematch against Furinkan High School. Meet your interim coach, Ms.
Fujikawa."
The St. Hebereke's martial arts gymnastics team looked around
and murmured as a woman emerged from the shadows of the gymnasium.
She had long dark hair that was pulled up into a twist and she wore a
straight skirt and business jacket. There was a no nonsense look on her
face as she surveyed the girls gathered in the center of the room.
Only one face met the new coaches' gaze with an equal disdain.
Kodachi narrowed her eyes as she looked over the woman. <She doesn't
look like she's a match for me. I think that I will have to show her my
prowess.>
"Now, train hard, girls, and make us proud!" The vice-principal
scurried out of the room. She didn't want to be a part of what she knew
would happen next.
"Well," Fujikawa said, "as your vice-prinicpal has said, I will be
your interim coach. Since you've been without training for a week, I
suggest we get started. Fourth team, forms!"
With surprised looks on their faces, the fourth team reluctantly
stepped forward from their places and assumed the first battle positions.
"Hoop strike one! Two! Three! Four!" Hoops careened wildly
across the space of the gymnasium. "Rhythm ball strike one! Two!
Three! Four!" The balls flew back towards the remaining students who
scattered. "Ribbon strike one! Two! Three! Four!" She was forced to
halt when the students entwined each other in their ribbons.
She surveyed the girls who struggled to get free. "What is the
meaning of this! I thought you were supposed to be the best gymnastics
team in Nerima!"
"Well," ventured one of the students, "since Koda-- er, the Black
Rose is our representative in all our fights, we've sort of been a little lax
in our training. She hasn't lost a match yet!"
"Except for the debacle concerning that girl from Furinkan, we've
been undefeated with the Black Rose as our leader."
Fujikawa stared directly at Kodachi who was glaring at the girl
who had mentioned her only loss. "And I assume, since your face is
showing your emotions, that *you* are the Black Rose?"
Kodachi stepped forward. "Yes, I am the one of whom you speak.
I am the star of the St. Hebereke's gymnastics team, its darling, the one
they call 'The Black Rose'!!" She twirled her ribbon in the air and black
rose petals rained down. "Kodachi Kuno, age 16."
"I see," Fujikawa said dryly, brushing the petals off of her
shoulders, "and you were defeated in combat once?"
"Yes, but it was a trick by that horrid pig-tailed girl who dares
take my beloved Ranma's name, foul witch whose life...."
Upon hearing the name "Ranma", the coach leaned in closer
to look at Kodachi. <Ah, so she's the one! This is going to be perfect.>
"...she will taste the bitter defeat meted out by --"
"Enough with the dramatics," Fujikawa snapped out, "Since
you are the leader, I wish to see your moves."
Kodachi moved to the center of the mat, her brows drawn tight.
No one had ever interrupted her in a speech before. "Perhaps you
would like to spar with me, teacher?" she said sweetly.
"I don't think so, Black Rose, the practice dummy will suffice.
I will be satisfied with seeing your technique. Entanglement Trap,
second strike!"
It was an elementary strike. Humming, Kodachi quickly
whipped her ribbon in a lightning fast motion and twisting her wrist
circularly, she moved to entangle the legs of the practice dummy.
It wasn't quick enough.
Because in an even quicker motion, almost faster than the eye
could see, a bullwhip flicked out of nowhere and batted the ribbon
away at the last moment.
Kodachi stared at the lifeless ribbon in her hand. It had never
failed her before. The girls around her were afraid to speak.
"Ribbon grapple-toss, move eight!"
Kodachi raised her ribbon again. It writhed in the air and snaked
towards the dummy.
It was knocked away again.
"Outside grapple, first strike!"
Kodachi raised her ribbon to grab the practice dummy...
...and found her arm snagged by a bullwhip.
Kodachi's wide eyes traveled the length of the bullwhip to find that
it was held firmly in Fujikawa's grasp. They stared each other down
before Fujikawa let go of Kodachi's arm. Fujikawa erupted in fury,
"You call yourself a leader! You left yourself completely open for my
strike! And your form is sloppy and flashy. This is not the way of
martial arts rhythmic gymnastics. I expected to see a better performance
from you."
"Then maybe you should show me how it's done, teacher,"
Kodachi countered.
"Fine then." She dropped the bullwhip and picked up Kodachi's
ribbon. "Entanglement! Grapple-Toss!" Even before she uttered
the strikes, they were performed with efficiency and speed. Fujikawa
went through all of the basic ribbon movements, taking the dummy
and hurling it across the ring, picking it up, snapping at it in midair,
tossing it over and over again, each move performed more quickly
than the previous one. Finally she shouted, "Cobra's Strike!" and
with a quick movement of her wrist, shattered the head of the practice
dummy. The students stared as the sawdust ran out of where its
neck was. "That is how to use a ribbon. I see that all of you will
have to relearn your skills. Everyone! Rope strike, standard position!"
Kodachi slumped to the middle of the mat. As the rest of
the team went through the basic forms, many thoughts swirled
through her mind. <I don't believe it. Her movements were
quicker than mine! She shattered that practice dummy and that
wasn't even my "special ribbon"! What's wrong with me?> She
lifted her head to study Fujikawa. The coach had started the team
with the basic forms and was now instructing them on the proper
usage of the rope. She spoke with brusque words, but Kodachi
could tell that it pained her to see the students exhibit such a
disregard for the sport. Wordlessly, Kodachi felt her innermost love
stirring. Before she met Ranma Saotome, there was another love in
her life: combat. She thrilled when she was able to defeat her enemies.
She exalted whenever her fellow classmates shouted her name
victoriously. She was the undefeated champion of St. Hebereke's
School for Girls. And that pigtailed girl took it away from her.
Kodachi realized with shock that her technique had begun to slip.
Fujikawa was right; her skills had deteriorated because devoted
more time to defeating her love's fiancees and chasing after HER
Ranma than to her art.
Fujikawa studied Kodachi, who had picked herself off of
the floor and was sitting in a corner of the gym. She called out,
"Okay, five minute break, then we will start with the club exercises!"
The students groaned, and Fujikawa followed Kodachi. She
stopped short when she heard a muffled sobbing. "Just what
do you think you're doing?" she asked.
Kodachi looked up. "You're right," she sobbed, "I don't
deserve to be a student of martial arts rhythmic gymnastics. I
have let the pursuit of my darling Ranma get in the way of my
studies. I am a disgrace to my school and to my coach."
<This is working out perfectly.> Fujikawa stared down
at Kodachi. "Just because I said your form was bad doesn't mean
that you're a bad martial artist. Like I said, your form is sloppy,
but I detect genius. You have a quick eye for the essence of the
art, and that is why I'm willing to train you myself, to get you
back to form. The only thing you have to do is trust in yourself
and do exactly as I say. Deal?"
Kodachi looked at the coach's outstretched hand. <If I
can relearn my skills and perhaps learn some of her "special
techniques" I can defeat that pigtailed girl and earn the love of
my beloved Ranma!> She took the teacher's hand and was pulled
up off the floor. "I accept."
"Good, we will hold a special practice after the regular
practice. Now rejoin the class."
As Kodachi ran back to the mat, Fujikawa murmured to
herself, "Phase one completed."
In the afternoon.....
Happosai sang to himself as he slipped under the barbed
wire. It was a little song that he sang whenever he was "liberating"
his prey. As the projectiles flew over and around him, he sang
softly, but lustily. It helped him to focus on the task at hand.
He had noticed them the other day, when that girl was
chasing after Ranma. As she leapt into the air, laughing all the
while, he saw THEM. Little bits of silk with two pink bows and
hand embroidered black roses.
Happosai decided on the spot that he had to have them.
They would be the prize of his collection. And so, he followed the
girl to her home, but it was guarded too well by both that ninja and
her alligator. He decided to free them while she was at school. And
then he almost fainted when he realized that she went to an all girl's
school. <This is it,> he thought to himself, <a true liberation!> He
envisioned them all, cotton and silk, colored and plain..... <Enough,
back to work.> He finally found himself inside the locker room.
<What luck!> he thought. <There's no one here yet! All the more
reason for me to lead them to freedom!!!> He laughed. No one was
going to stop him.
Just then, the door to the room opened and the girls' gymnastics
team streamed in, tired and sweaty. "My God, I thought my arm was
going to fall off." "She's crazy, just plum crazy." "But she's good."
"Yeah, but did you see Kodachi...?" "Wait a second, the traps have
been sprung!" Their voices began to rise as Happosai readied
himself for the assault. <Ready...steady.... GO!!> He shot out
of the locker he was hiding in at top speed, arrowing in on a girl
with brown hair.
"EEEEEKKKK! A PERVERT!" she screamed as he
landed on her backside, then whisked her panties off
"Wheee!" he cried out. "Come to me, my darlings!"
He bounded from one girl to the next, his collection steadily
growing but there was no sight of THEM. Suddenly, he saw her
standing in the doorway, next to a ravishingly beautiful woman
he'd never seen before in Nerima. He was drawn to both of them,
wondering which one to take first. <Oh well, might as well have
both,> he thought, as he sprang towards the pair.
Fujikawa smiled as she saw him streaking towards her.
<Interesting. I didn't know that he would attack so soon.> She
cleared her throat. "But, Happosai, you *know* I don't wear *any*
underwear."
Happosai froze in mid-leap and landed heavily, the breath
whooshing out of him. He shook his head to try and get that voice
out of his head. He staggered to his feet and looking up, he saw the
face that haunted him in his nightmares standing over him with t
riumph in her eyes.
"So," he laughed nervously, "we meet again." He became
aware of the other girls in the room, gathering their forces with
their hoops and clubs. "Well, it's been real nice seeing you again,
but I have to be leaving now." He lit a fuse bomb and sprang towards
the exit, ready to run for his life. His hopes were dashed when he felt
her bullwhip snag his foot.
"You're not going until I say you do," she laughed, reeling him
in like a fish on a line. Quickly, she pinched out the lit fuse. Happosai
wriggled as she hauled him up to eye level. "We have many things to
discuss, old friend. So please, let's just skip the niceties and TAKE
YOUR BEATING LIKE THE MAN YOU CLAIM YOU ARE!!"
Fujikawa spared no mercy on the diminitive master. All of her anger
and frustration over the past ten years was unleased on the hapless
master. He didn't stand a chance. Finally, she pinned a note to his
chest and booted him out of the locker room, making sure of his
trajectory. <That should show them.>
TO BE CONTINUED.....
