Subject: [FFML] [slayers/ranma][alt]Ranmazoku Ch 3 teaser
From: PansutoTarou5925@aol.com
Date: 1/14/2001, 1:31 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com



Roughly the first half of the chapter. I can't write anymore tonight.





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Ranmazoku Chapter 3 - Lions, Tigers, and Mazoku, Oh My!            

          

By PansutoTarou5925

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DISCLAIMER - I do not own the rights to Slayers nor do I own the rights

to Ranma �. Long live the rightful owners of these two fine anime. This

work is non-commercial and is done only in imitation of Rumiko Takahashi

and Hajime Kanzaka. Imitation is the sincerest flattery, no? US rights

owned by Viz and Software Sculptors. If I mention the Senshi, Sailor

Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi(Sp, anyone?) and.. and.. I dunno who

has the US rights, but it's there's not mine. (I'm drawing a blank)



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Author's note - This story originated from an idea on Nighthawk's page

and is some guy named NesTea's fault. If he's reading this, I'm curious to

know what he thinks of all this. Questioning me would be like questioning

Xellos if you ask when the next section comes out, because it's a secret.



ALTAVERSE WARNING - This is an ALTAVERSE. Events, characters

and the like may not resemble canon. People who are rabid canon-thumpers

beware! (and eat a Dragon Slave while you're at it)



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"So, Ryouga, you finally bothered to show up." I said, stretching. I had

been coming to this vacant lot every day after school. "It only took you

what, five days this time?" I drawled.



"Shut up, Saotome. I wasn't just out taking a stroll through the park -"



"-no, you also went through half of Asia_"



"-shut up! I've been through hell to get to this fight!"



I yawned ostentatiously. "You know, stupid, you could have just taken the

train." Ryouga did a good impression of a fish at that point.



"Well.. I. uh..." he babbled, trying to parry this one. "I couldn't find a train

station, so there!"



"Whatever. Let's get this fight started before the peanut gallery gets

bored." I said, sticking a thumb at the crowd that surrounded us. As usual,

the crowd was placing bets, mostly on Ryouga because of his 'new move'.

Of course, Nabiki was going to clean up, as Ryouga's new move might as

well be renamed the Mazoku Treat: a blast of pure depression. It was like a

whiff of paradise. I would be very disappointed if Ryouga hadn't improved

the move since the last time I met him. "So, have you perfected this move,

or are you just going to introduce me to the same pitiful version you had

last time?"



Ryouga gave a gallows grin. "How depressing. But you've signed your

own death warrant, Saotome." He cupped his hands at his waist and

gathered his sickly green little aura, then thrust them forward. "SHISHI

HOKODAN!" he yelled, focusing his depression into a ball of energy and

pushing it away. I merely crossed my arms and grunted as it hit me,

absorbing the energy. In reality, it didn't hurt at all, but I had to keep up

appearances, after all. No human could take that blast and remain standing.



"Is that all?" I taunted. "Come on, you loser, you can do better than that!"

Ryouga's expression darkened, and he tried it again. "OK, P-chan, yeah,

try it again." I said, gesturing for him to give me his best shot. This time, he

was losing control of his depression as angry blue seeped into his aura. This

would be funny. "C'mon, porky, I haven't got all day."



That set him off. His aura switched to blue, and he fired another blast -

"SHISHI HOKODAN!" - but he hadn't trained on how to use his anger to

focus the blast. Instead, it just blew up in place and knocked him down.



"That's truly pitiful, Ryouga. You've actually gotten worse." I laughed.

"You beat yourself up now." There, he's back to depression. He really

needs to learn how to just stay depressed.. I mean, I have Akane for anger.

I need some variety.



"Damn you!" he whispered, then cut loose with a much more powerful

Shishi hokodan. This one I let throw me back as I blocked it; it was

significantly more powerful than the original. It was time to start the fight

for real.



"Nice, P-chan, but no cigar." I rushed forward. His shishi hokodan steered

right into me, but I just absorbed it and hammered him with a few hundred

punches courtesy of the amaguriken. Ryouga, realizing that he couldn't use

the shishi hokodan in close quarters, whipped his leg back and tried to blast

me with a kick to the gut. I grabbed his leg and kicked him across the chin

as I hopped it.  The next punch he threw I took right in the chin and didn't

move. "Hah!" Ryouga winced and shook his hand. "Just like a baby's!"

That made Ryouga suddenly look at me. I could feel the eyes of several in

the crowd on me, too.



"You.. you did the Bakusai Tenketsu training!" he said accusingly. I

laughed.



"Come on. Even you would have felt that punch. No, I did something a lot

harder." That was true: I had managed to get people to eat lots of Akane's

cooking willingly. My endurance was merely my being a mazoku, but let

everyone think something else.



"Something.. harder..?" You could see the gears turning in Ryouga's head.

I have no idea what he was thinking of - getting smashed by wrecking balls

or run over by steamrollers, maybe - but he actually winced for a second.

Then his expression grew harder. "So you might be tougher. I'll still kill

you, Saotome!"



"Promises, promises." I said, weaving around his punches and taking a few.

The problem for Ryouga was that I was landing lots more than usual. And

for that matter, I was attacking more viciously than ever before, hammering

Ryouga with blows enhanced by monstrous strength. One of the best things

about being a mazoku was that my body was just a puppet of black magic.

As a result, what looked like light blows were actually hitting with the

force of cannonballs. Still, Bakusai Tenketsu training made fighting Ryouga

like trying to smash a mountain with your fists.



Ryouga in fact let me punch him away on that last blow, to buy some

room. I suppose the fight was getting to him, so.. "SHISHI HOKODAN!"

This blast was even more powerful than the last, actually, "SHISHI

HOKODAN! SHISHI HOKODAN! SHIShi hoko..." And with that, he

collapsed, his chi completely run out. Probably the hardest thing in that

fight was making sure I looked sufficiently bedraggled from those tasty

blasts.



"Feh. What a maroon." I said, as I walked away from the fight. Hopefully

Ryouga would redouble his efforts. After all, he hadn't yet perfected the

move.



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I was in the back yard pretending to have trouble figuring out how to do

the shishi hokodan. In reality, my biggest problem would be faking the

shishi hokodan. My innate black magic was fine, but no one would mistake

it for the shishi hokodan. I experimentally fired a sphere of gold energy at

the wall, burning a hole in it. Maybe I should just make up an attack of my

own and use it.



"Hey, Ranma." Nabiki said, running into the dojo. She noticed the hole in

the wall. "Figured out the Shishi Hokodan yet?" 



"Well, I know it works off of depression. I'm just not depressed enough." 



"Anyhow, I've got these posters printed up. Ryouga's staying in town until

the fight, in fact, he hasn't even left the lot yet, so we know he'll be there

on time. I'm paying to have people bring him food and stuff until then." I

nodded. "Anyhow, I'm going to be setting up some big signs advertising

the fight and put up some stands. So try not to kill the spectators, alright?"



"Yeah, sure. Whatever."



"Heh. So you think you can beat his 'perfect' Shishi Hokodan?" 



"Of course. I never lose."



"Overconfident, aren't we? Anyhow, how do you like this poster? Do you

think it's flattering to you?" The poster in question had my girl side in a bra

and had the caption "Legendary Crossdresser Ranma Saotome! Live at

vacant lot, three blocks from Tendo Dojo" I snorted.



"Put that up and die."



Nabiki giggled and unrolled another poster. This one showed me

apparently facing off against Ryouga, with a huge lion forming the

background.



"Not bad." I allowed. "How's your revenge against Kodachi coming?"

Nabiki got a sour face. "Not well?"



"No. Not at all. They have money to burn, so merely hitting them in the

wallet doesn't hurt. Everyone already hates her, and she won't care if I

stage something embarrassing involving her. She's a Kuno, trapped in their

own little world." she finished.



"So, what if you were to shatter that private little world?" I asked, smiling.



"Like how?" she aksed. "And why would you care?"



I grimaced. "Look, this is Kodachi we're talking about. Anything you do to

her is an improvement. I've got some Instant Nannichuan left over from

that Dojo Destroyer mess a few months back. I'm sure you can find a way

to get it placed in her bath. And a way to disable their hot water. Am I

right?" Nabiki's eyes shone as she got a happy little smile, one I mirrored

with my own sunny smile.



"Of course! Where's that packet?" I held out my hand, which she

inspected. "What?"



"1000 yen." There are few things more incongruous than the Ice Queen of

Furinkan growing a sweatdrop.



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My next stop was in Juuban, to see how Granny and Pop were doing in

their new and hopefully temporary home. While I would normally worry

about getting tailed by one of my seemingly dozens of fiancees, enemies,

and assorted hangers on, it's not to hard to just hide for a second and just

teleport or go astral.



To be honest, I have no idea of what Grandmother Zelas is posing as, and I

really don't care. All I know is she's pretending to be rich, the better to sit

in the lap of luxury. Pop was pretending to be her chauffeur/butler/general

errand boy, which actually wasn't too far off the truth, come to think of it.

I filled them in on my activities over the past week, and then heard their

story. "Ranma, darling," she said, a sure sign she's been drinking since

dawn, "there's this FABULOUS Italian restaurant nearby. It has the most

sumptuous delicacies.. and a nightclub next door with frequent fights." She

laughed lightly in that sort of socialite way she has, not at all what you'd

expect from a demon lord, and lit up a cigarette in her holder. "It is a most

wonderful place to eat, a place made for the enjoyment of mazoku." She

brushed her hair back over her shoulder. "If Hellmaster doesn't succeed in

destroying our world, why, I don't wonder why we don't kidnap the staff

and have them work for us!" Pop and I gave her a pained look.



"Because they'd be terrified and try to escape, and not give you the refined

dining experience you crave?" Pop answered, only half sarcastically. Zelas

seemed to think that over for a second.



"Oh. Nevermind, then." she waved her hands dismissively. "I could always

just drop by when visiting Ranma, then. Your strength has shot up recently.

Have you been draining those strange Daimon creatures? This most

unusual redheaded woman summoned a few in the restaurant last night and

was searching for 'pure heart crystals', I believe. Anyhow," she said,

resting her head on her chin and watching her cigarette curl smoke to the

ceiling, "it was so very boring until she decided to try for our crystals.

Well, I put an end to that fast!" she giggled.



"Yes, a Zelas Brid does wonders in blasting apart such weak little

creatures. They make Brass Demons look strong." Pop said, grinning. We

all laughed at  that. That was like using a Dragon Slave on a few measly

bandits.



"You should have seen the look on her face." Granny added. "But that

wasn't the best part. We phased out to the astral plane because we didn't

want to have to explain why we weren't affected when the authorities

came. After all, everyone had either fled or been victimized. These girls

come in... dressed in the most ridiculous costumes..."



"Like the ones Lina and Amelia wore that I told you about. Nene and

Mimi, the two girls you ran across, had them too - that costume." Pop

clarified. I laughed.



Zelas giggled again, which is just disturbing. "Quite. They run into the

restaurant with these ridiculous costumes and just stop and gawk.

Everything was torn up by my attacks. So they just stood around and

stared for a while. Oh, it was obvious they could somehow pick us up, or

something, that girl in the blue skirt said she was picking up all kinds of

residual energies. But they just milled around like little lost sheep until

these two older girls came and hustled them out." We all had another

round of laughter at that. "I suppose that Eudial person will consider

herself lucky to run into those underdressed sorceresses next time." she

said. "Fortunately the restaurant has already been repaired. It seems the

repair companies in Nerima are quite familiar with repairing battle

damage." She smirked at me. "Would you care to join us for dinner,

grandson?"



"Heh. I'd love to. But, y'know, I can't be seen in public with you guys, or

too many questions will be asked. Tell you what though. ou know the guy

I've been talking about, that tries to use depression as an attack?" Nods all

around. "He and I are having a fight in a few days. If you can delay going

back home, if it still exists, you'll probably see the most intense focus of

despair you've ever seen in a single human."



"Really." Zelas remarked drily. I gulped. I forgot she ha thousands of years

of experience at watching human suffering.



"Well, I think so, anyhow. I'll be very disappointed if he doesn't perfect his

move. In that case, he'd hae nothing but despair left."



"Really." this time, both Zelas and Pop's eyes shone hungrily. Grandmother

even licked her lips. "That's a treat not to be missed, then. I'll make the

time." I handed her a poster.



"Just so you're there."



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Wow, am I on a roll or what?



I had a big burst of inspiration and I've been going strong ever since. This

is about half of chapter 3 or so, probably a little less. My fight scene is a

little weak, I think, but I don't usually write fight scenes; I have a real

problem writing them to keep the action moving, I think. 



I have to thank everyone for all the mail. Keep on firing your questions at

me, the C&C, even flames, random comments, whatever. It's all fun.



Oh, and wild guesses are always welcome if you feel like predicting

Ranma's actions. I always try to respond promptly - I'm on the computer

most of the day, so I generally respond fast and often.

     

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