This is a group effort. We call ourselves the "anti-clamp" We were supposed
to get drunk tonight, but I forgot to get the alcohol so all our stupidity
went into this fic. Take it with a grain of salt and a bottle of whiskey.
Yes, there will be more. And by the way... can I have some whiskey too?
~~~~~ Teaser begins now ~~~~~~
The streets of Nerima, Tokyo was busy as usual. A kid walking by with a
sign saying, "This isn't a Ranma fanfic" passed a young man in his twenties
wearing a torn white gi and sporting a similar colored headband. He was on a
mission, traveling the world for the ultimate technique. He lives only for
the heat of the battle and sense of victory and always looking forward to
his next battle. And today, he seemed to have found it. His eyes happened to
lay upon a pony tailed teenage boy wearing a red Chinese style shirt and
blue pants. This traveler could tell that he happened upon a fighter,
judging not only from the young man's style of dress but from the raging
battle aura that resided deep within him, and that traveler wanted a piece
of it.
He approached the pony-tailed boy, grabbed his shoulder and spun him
violently, making the boy look into his eyes, to show the fire that he too
wielded.
"Hey, wutz yer problem, man?" the boy cried out, "I didn't do nut'in" he
added.
The traveler pushed the boy back to distance themselves in case the boy
attacked prematurely.
"Quit it!" the boy yelled, trying to fight the temptation to start a scene.
The traveler began to talk, "Fight me."
The boy paused in confusion. The traveler walked up to him and pushed him
again. "Fight," the traveler commanded.
"QUIT IT!" the boy yelled at the top of his lungs falling back into a horse
stance with a high guard.
"I can't," the traveler responded. "I'm a street-fighter, it's what I do,"
he added as-a-matter-of-fact.
The boy blinked, dropped his guard, then burst in tears laughing.
A huge sweat-drop appeared on the traveler's face. "Stop it!" he commanded
in frustration. "Stop it!"
The boy continued to laugh, unable to hold his guard. The traveler sighed
and turned around to avoid any further embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't
have gone with that street-fighter line.
WORLD WARRIOR..
Journey 1
Battle 001: SAKURA VS. M. BISON
The stage was set. Tamagawa Minami high school courtyard was empty, at
least for the time being. A strong gust of wind picked up and thunder struck
from now where. A huge bulk of a man-monster wearing a red militaristic
uniform appeared out of thin air, similar to the Cheshire cat. He marked is
entrance with the devilish laughter-grunt, followed by a huh-like-grunt. M.
Bison found out he was alone.
GO FOR BROKE!!!
M. Bison decided to do his devilish laugh once again.
Detention.
It sucked.
The aspiring street fighter known as Sakura Kasugano was stuck in
detention, and was late for a very important meeting. Unfortunately, the
"meeting" just happened to be with a very powerful fighter by the name of M.
Bison in the courtyard, but Sakura figured she had what it took to knock the
bastard for a loop. If she timed it just right, she could hit him in the
balls and run away without losing her shoe. That had been mighty
embarrassing the last time she lost her shoe; Karin proceeded to laugh at
her for days. She got hers though; lycra spandex shorts aren't the greatest
thing when they're stretched over their owner's head.
The young street fighter sighed; she was due to fight Bison in ten minutes,
and she was going to be in detention for at least another half an hour.
Oh well. She knew what she could do to pass the time.
"'Please don't go breakin' my heart. my heart. I shoulda known from the
start.'" she sang softly, waiting for the time to pass. At least if Bison
wasn't there, she could definitely make a few people keel over and die with
her rendition of one of those American bubblegum pop songs.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard.
The almighty leader of Shadowloo stood, waiting menacingly for his opponent.
He had a good scare count today; six kids had run away from him. The 'I'm a
street fighter; it's what I do" line worked as well, which pleased him
immensely. Now, if only Sakura would show up, then he could prove to her
that she was a waste of a street fighter. Maybe she would become one of his
followers; Juni, Juli, and Cammy always could use another friend, that was
certain. Or maybe she could do that little kooky dance that his cyborgs got
on tape; the tape that was now in his bedroom. He had lots of private
tapes, but that's another story for another time.
The malevolent leader stood, waiting. she would be here soon, and she would
face her destiny.
He laughed once again.
Meanwhile, back in detention.
"'I don't care who you are, where your from, what you did. as long as you
love me'" Sakura said, drumming out the backbeat of the song on the desk in
front of her. Five more minutes.
And in the courtyard.
Bison laughed.
While in detention.
"'NINJA, NINJA RAP! NINJA, NINJA RAP! NINJA, NINJA RAP! NINJA, NINJA RAP!
GO! GO! GO! GO!'" Sakura cheered on the clock, as her time was up. "GO
NINJA GO NINJA GO! GO NINJA GO NINJA GO!'" The high spirited street fighter
yelled as she raced out of detention, headed straight to the courtyard to
face M. Bison.
"I got detention," she said hastily, skidding to a stop. "Let's hurry up
and get this over with."
Bison merely laughed.
"Uh, yeah," Sakura said, kicking some dirt around with her shoe, forming an
idea in her head.
"Say, do you have any gems?" Sakura asked.
The man-monster merely laughed.
Sakura shrugged as she untied her shoe and flung it into her opponent's
nuts. M. Bison stopped laughing.
PERFECT!