A shimmering orb illuminated the skies over Nerima,
bathing the world in a light glow. Shafts of pale moonlight shined down onto a small koi pond, tranquil
and calm. An errant cherry blossom, fluttering in the evening breeze, weaved an intricate
dance through the air, before coming to rest upon the still waters. Faint ripples passed over
the surface of the pond, before returning to their source after reaching the stones lining the
pond, merging and complimenting the harmony of the pond rather then disrupting it,
A fragment of the night slipped away and glided over the
pond, the shadow of its flight
"Wahahaha! What a haul, what a haul!" Happosai cackled
gleefully. His eyes began to shine as he remembered all those beautiful women who chased
him across Nerima. With a sigh he shook away the pleasant memory, his eyes gleaming with
a new light. Right now Akane would be in the bath and it was his duty as the Grandmaster of
the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts to protect beautiful young women from perverts.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. And if that ingrate Ranma interferred, he'd splash him
with cold water and leap into the loving arms of his Ranma-chan. Sweeto!
As he stepped out into the hall, he noticed a middle aged
man clad in a tattered white gi carrying a bulky backpack. "Genma m'boy, what are you up
to?" To his surprise, Genma ignored him and continued to walk, his stride never faltering.
Happosai froze in his tracks in surprise. This situation was just wrong, when did Genma grow a
Annoyance crossed his features as he stepped into
Genma's path. "As long as you are my student, you will acknowledge your master when he is
speaking to you!" Happosai relaxed his grip on his aura allowing it to swirl and build until
it towered over his pupils form. There. That should send him to bowing and scraping.
He suppressed the dull ache of pain in his chest that accompanied the release. Ughh.
I'm getting too old for this.
A faint smile touched his lips as Genma prosrated himself
before him. "Well thats better, what do you have to say for yourself?" Happosai strained to
hear as Genma mumbled something. "What's that? Speak up, I can't hear you." he said,
leaning foward with his head cocked.
Faster then he thought possible, Genma's hand flashed out,
a dull fifty yen piece held between two meaty fingers. "Happo Go Jyuu En Satsu!"
Happosai's battle aura sputtered and died, like an extinguished candle, plunging the hall
once more into darkness. Tendrils of ki flowed out of him into Genma's waiting hands.
Happosai gasped as strength fled his limbs and he
collapsed to the floor, without enough energy to support himself. A cold chill ran pricked the
back of Happosai's neck as he struggled to stand. "I-impossible! I never taught you that!"
Genma's thin smile didn't reach his eyes as he lifted the old man's withered body.
For an instant, Happosai stared into the coldest eyes he
had ever seen, twin pools of darkness. Then the moment passed as they collapsed in upon
themselves and a shield slid over Genma's gaze. The tension around Happosai's neck
vanished and he fell to the floor, hard. "You taught me the way of the Anything Goes school
and that was enough. I no longer need you." For a long moment, Genma reguarded his
former master, then turned away, his lip curled in distain, and left him alone in the shadows.
Ki sluggishly flowed into Happosai's drained aura and he
finally forced himself to his feet. He sighed, serious for once, as he watched the retreating
back of his student vanish into the main room of the Tendou dwelling. He felt the full weight
of the many years settling upon his old shoulders. "Genma, my dark horse, I yearned for a
student to carry on my Art, my legacy." said Happosai, his voice barely above a whisper.
"And I received one who has fufilled all my expectations and more. But never did I dream..."
For a moment he stood with his head bowed, the silence filling the room, then the
momentary light of sanity vanished from his eyes.
"Hotcha! Come to me, my silky darlings!" With a wild,
maniacal cackle, he vaulted out the window and vanished into the night.
The Art part 1
By Darkness and Light(email@example.com)
Disclaimer:Ranma 1/2, its characters, story and associated trademarks are properties of their
respective owners. I in no way claim these characters as mine nor have I made money from it.
Although to outward appearances Kasumi seemed calm
and serene, despair raged beneath the surface. Earlier that day, when Akane returned home
from school, she stormed in the kitchen in a rage, growling about a Chinese bimbo, and
sealed herself in. For a while, Kasumi heard crash of pans and Akane's screams of frustration
before it was replaced with silence and thick clouds of black smoke that billowed from the
kitchen. Finally Akane emerged from the kitchen several hours later, a smudge of soot on her
right cheek and a plate of ...something in her hands.
Kasumi sighed in resignation, as Ranma and Akane
continued to bicker, and looked over the shattered remains of her kitchen. Once again Akane
disrupted her domain and left her to clean up the mess.
"...not like that Akane, and I don't know what you always
gotta hit me for." Akane whirled upon Ranma, her features of her face contorted with rage.
"As if you didn't know you pervert. Go yuck it up with Ukyo and Shampoo, see if I care! But
right now you are going to eat this dinner I made for you." She punctuated her statement by
pushing foward a plate with a decidedly unhealthy looking green tinge. Kasumi heard
Ranma sigh with resignation and not a little anger.
All eyes turned to Genma who was standing in the
doorway. "Get your things, we're leaving." Ranma started to protest but Genma cut him off,
his voice cold and lined with an iron hard authority that Kasumi had never heard in it before. "Enough boy, we are done here." The fury on Ranma's
face melted away and was replaced with a hard, mirthless smile. "So it's that time again?
Took long enough."
Blue waves of energy pulsed from Akane as she held
Ranma by the front of his shirt. "And just where do you think you're going? You haven't even
tried the dinner I made for you!" Ranma shook himself free with an ease that startled Akane.
"Why would I want to eat that slop?"
Akane was speechless for a moment, shock and disbelief
washing over her face before it was replaced with a vicious fury that scared Kasumi. "How...
dare you." she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
Will continue when I have time)