[FFML] [FanFic][Teaser][Ranma 1/2] Ranma 1/2 Extreme Beach Volleyball!!!

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Something silly I came up with. No promises that I'll continue it.

Ranma 1/2 Extreme Beach Volleyball!!!

Jeremy Harper

Disclaimer - Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and is used without permission.

N.B. This post has been edited for maximum fan service.

"Good day sports fans and babe watchers! Welcome to the first annual Nerima Beach Volleyball Challenge! Today four of the loveliest ladies ever to grace the Nerima ward shall battle it out in no-holds-barred volleyball action! It's a lovely late morning at the beach today, the temperature holding at a nice, dry 86 degrees and there's not a cloud in the sky. You couldn't wish for a better day for beach side volleyball. I'm getting word now that the net has been set up, so let's introduce today's participants!

"Playing for team one is a hometown hero. Captain of the Furinkin High girl's volleyball team, she's led her fellow students to two consecutive intramural championships. A favorite of all the boys and an idol for all the girls, here is Nerima's sweetheart, Akane Tendo!"

Akane comes running out of her tent, waving to the crowd and smiling. She's dressed in a yellow two-piece sports swimsuit, looking tan, fit and trim. The males in the crowd do their best to express their passionate admiration.

"Ms. Tendo's partner hails from Kyoto. She's garnered quite a reputation since her arrival last year for her unique attitude and superlative culinary skills. In addition to attending Furinkin High she also owns and runs one of the most popular student hangouts in Nerima. The cutest okonomiyaki chef in all of Japan, Ukyo Kuonji!"

Out of Akane's tent runs Ukyo, laughing and waving to the spectators, her long black hair streaming behind her, bound up in a large white ribbon. She's wearing an oversized tee shirt that says "Eat At U-chan!" on its front in large, colorful kanji. When she joins up with Akane she skins out of her shirt. The backless navy-blue one piece she wears looks quite fetching on her.

"Now introducing team two! First, a foreign beauty hailing from the mysterious country of China. Perky, exciting and exuberant, she's everyone's favorite purple-haired passion, Shampoo!"

Shampoo emerges from a second tent, bouncing with Amazonian enthusiasm. She runs up to the net, waving to the crowd and shouting out "Nihao everyone!" Still waving, she starts to jump up and down, laughing. She's wearing a strapless ittsy-bittsy-teensy-weensy pink and purple polka-dot bikini. The guys cheer and whistle loudly. The girls scowl, scandalized by her daring and jealous that she has the body to pull it off so successfully.

"Finally, last but certainly not least, is Shampoo's partner. She's a local aristocrat and a high school gymnastics legend. With money, good looks and lineage, she has it all, folks. Captain of St. Hebereke's infamous Anything Goes Rhythmic Gymnastics team, here's Kodachi Kuno!"

Kodachi comes strolling out of her tent, dressed in a purple robe. She does not acknowledge the crowd, holding her head up haughtily high. When she reaches the net she removes her robe and throws it over her shoulder. A blur whips by as her manservant Sasuke snatches the robe before it hits the sand and carries it off. Kodachi is wearing a simple one-piece, colored crimson to better show off the numerous black rose patterns decorating it. She's tall and trim, her pale skin glistening with sunscreen lotion. The reaction of the audience is mixed; while she's quite beautiful, her attitude is off-putting.

"And now introducing the judge for today's event. He's a legend in his own time, and is most certainly a legend in his own mind. The best damn martial artist in Tokyo, Nerima's own shape shifting playboy, Ranma Saotome! - OW!!!"

"Jerk! I'm not a playboy." Ranma walks away from the announcer's table scowling, his right hand clenched in a fist. He's wearing blue and yellow swim trunks, a black tank top and dark sunglasses. His arms and legs are muscular and well defined, while his tank top is tight around his torso, showing off his broad chest and excellent definition. The girls in the audience cheer at this unexpected display of beefcake. Ranma stops, startled by the reaction. Smiling, he starts to wave, then stops when he sees the four volleyball players glaring at him and the crowd. Ranma sighs and holds his head. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asks himself.