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Nerima's Knights
By Jeremy Evans
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the character or situations used in this work.
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Elsewhere a young man was taking the first steps towards his
destiny. Ranma Saotome of the anything goes school of Martial arts
concentrated then began what looked like a very simple Kata. Akane
watched the grace with which he executed his movements and frowned.
He had been practicing this same Kata for days now, she could not
understand why though. When she asked him, he just said he was
developing a new technique. 'Some technique' she thought sourly.
A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she realized he was
totally engrossed in the routine. She went to the kitchen, filled a
glass of water and reentered the dojo. She then threw the water at
Ranma, which passed through him as if he were a ghost.
Akane stared in shock as Ranma turned to face her smirk in place.
"Ha! You thought a slow chick like you could get me. Heh, I saw it
coming and had plenty of time to dodge. I just wanted to see if
I could vibrate through it."
Everything he said after 'slow chick' went unheard as
Akane's battle aura exploded into existence. With her battle cry of
"Ranma-no-Baka!!" she took a swing at him with her fist. Which
passed through the target like the water before it. Undaunted Akane
swung again, and again with the same results.
Ranma chuckled the whole time. "Sorry tomboy, the days of
beating me whenever you feel like it are gone for good!!"
"Ranma Akane dinner is ready." Kasumi stated
standing in the doorway. Ranma strolled calmly into the house.
Meanwhile Akane sat on the Dojo floor. Her thoughts going over
recent events. How had he done that! There was no way he could've
dodged it he's not that fast...is he? She shook those thoughts away.
No there had to be some trick to it. I'll figure it out and beat him.
Then he'll have to respect me as a Martial Artist. She smiled at that
thought as she left for dinner.
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Mousse stretched his arms to get the kinks out. Then turned his attention
to the people around him. It was dinner time so the station was filled
with men and women on there way home. Normally at this time he would
be preparing for the evening rush, but Cologne had given him the evening
off and he'd decided to spend it training.
Mousse pulled a blind fold from his sleeves, wrapped it around his head
And tied it tight. His glasses like his robes had been left at home
Tonight. Otherwise he might be tempted to use them. Instead of his
Robes he wore a navy blue turtleneck sweater and black slacks.
Mousse's breathing slowed as he became aware. In his mind an
Image of the train station formed. Vague shapes moved here and there.
He concentrated on one, which turned out to be a plump and elderly
Women. Her Aura flared to life before Mousse and in a way he knew
Her. He didn't know her past or present but still he felt he knew
Her. The women's aura radiated warmth in a way that can only be done
by a proud grandmother.
Pulling himself away he locked onto another figure, striding quickly
towards a train. This one was cold. A man whose concerns were all
Selfish. No love beyond money was in him.
Mousse shuddered and pulled away. His gaze now settled on the train itself.
Cracks, stress lines, micro fractures, all shined as bright as day
to the master of hidden weapons. No fault was hidden from him.
After a few more minutes of studying his surroundings, mousse moved
On. It was a large city. And who knew what else would be revealed to him
Tonight.
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Ranma looked down and laughed a carefree laugh. Below him he
Briefly made out the shape of a sperm whale as he ran across the ocean.
After Dinner it had occurred to Ranma to see how fast he could run.
Which turned out to be pretty darned fast. At the moment he was cruising
towards Jusenkyo, with a few empty flasks at his belt to gather water
for the people back home.
Before he knew it he was traveling over land. And literally seconds later
He was standing before the Guides hut. He knocked, trying to work off
A little of his impatience. The Guide cautiously opened the door and
Gasped in surprise. "Sir what you do here?"
Ranma grinned, "Just swung by to pick up a cure!"
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Mousse had just finished leaping from building to building when a
Massive aura appeared on the edges of his senses. Mousse checked its
trajectory and dropped to the ground near where it would pass by.
As his feet hit the ground he realized who it was.
"Oh Hi Mousse."
Chalking up the seeming speed of Ranma's movements to a mistake with
His sense he replied in kind. "Ranma. What are you doing here?"
The young speedster sighed. "Just got some info on Jusenkyo. Seems
That incident at Gateway High messed up the springs. Something to do with
Spiritual energy and its balance in the world. Anyways the springs
Could be out of whack for years so we can forget about being normal
For awhile longer."
Mousse saw Ranma's heart sink. The cure meant so much to the other.
To him it would be nice but not necessary. Wait a sec.
"Ranma how do you know all this?"
Ranma looked Mousse up and down "Why are you wearing a blindfold?"
Mousse blinked, he'd forgotten all about that. The sight he had had
Been so natural... "Nothing I wish to discuss at the moment." No sense
In letting Ranma know what he could do."
Ranma smiled without humor. "Same here. Look just trust me on this. I
Know what I'm talking about. You'd better let Shampoo know I'll tell
The rest."
Mousse thought it over and shrugged, why not. "Sure, if it'll keep
YOU away from my beloved I'll do it."
Ranma rolled his eyes "Mousse I...Oh forget it. I'll see you around."
With that he took of at light trot.
Mousse regarded him for a moment longer then turned to go.
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Elsewhere the youngest Tendo planned to defeat her fianc�. While an
Elderly Matriarch considered a pest who was showing potential.
- The End
Author notes: I got rid of the Sailor Moon stuff. I have a place for
It in another fic where it will fit more smoothly. As always C&C is
Appreciated.
Hopefully I can now do the rewrite to my Battletech fic.
"What can he do any way? Run fast."
- GL, Green Lantern #67