“Fine, fine,” Mr. Fozuho said dismissively. “With the powerful display given, you’re done for the day, with this class anyway. You can wait outside with some of the other students while some more of our less-physically-inclined students continue the exercises, Saotome-san.”
Ranma shrugged and did as told. He walked outside and sat under a tree to relax. He was feeling very well after that nap he took, not at his best but close enough.
However, Ranma didn’t get to sleep under the tree by himself long as he soon heard the call of, “Hey! Saotome!”
Opening his eyes, Ranma was treated to the sight of an approaching Daisuke, Hiroshi not far behind.
“Hey man, wazzup?” Daisuke greeted, a feral smile on his face.
The pigtailed boy frowned. “What are you two up to now?” He knew those looks.
Hiroshi smiled. “What else? This is the best spot to watch the girls during THEIR PE Class.”
“All those short-shorts and tight shirts...” Daisuke said with a grin. “And all the movement and sweating...” He chuckled. “It’s so great!”
Ranma rolled his eyes. Trust the couple of boys to continue on their perverted ways with Akane out of the picture.
“So, Ranma,” Daisuke began as he sat down. “What’re you doing out here? It’s not like you to skip Gym.”
“Hey, maybe he realized watching the girls have gym is a much better way to pass the time,” Hiroshi suggested.
“Shut up...” Ranma said tiredly. “The coach didn’t like me turning him down for the gymnastics team, again, and sent me out here.”
“Ranma, just accept his offers already,” Daisuke said. “I mean, this stuff’ll look great on your college resume.”
“Please,” Hiroshi scoffed. “Ranma and college? Are you kidding?”
Smirking, Daisuke said, “You’re right. It is a pretty funny concept.”
Ranma ignored the two boys and closed his eyes again. Maybe he could get some more sleep right now.
Daisuke smirked further. “Hey, Ranma,” He said as he poked his side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” Hiroshi piped in. “How is she?”
“Huh?” Was the classic and utmost intelligent response of Ranma.
“You know!” Daisuke said. “The foreign chick living with you!”
“Yeah!” Hiroshi cheered, nodding his head. “How is she in the sack?”
Ranma opened his eyes and shrugged, trying to look non-chalant and blatantly ignored Hiroshi’s question. “She’s okay, I guess. Fun to hang around with.”
“Hang around, huh?” Daisuke asked while leering at Ranma. “So did you two just ‘hang around’ this morning before you made it to class?”
Smiling, Hiroshi asked, “Yeah. Must be some interesting style for of ‘hanging out’ that involves hiding from everyone all morning, coming to class not only all hot and sweaty, but with less clothing than you should.”
Ranma shrugged again. “Misfired a chi blast this morning trying to find the way out of the lower levels of the school.”
Daisuke and Hiroshi gave each other disbelieving looks. “Suuuuuuure...” Daisuke said.
“Tell us another one, Saotome,” Hiroshi chuckled. “I may have had Hinako-sensei drain me this morning, but I could tell more happened then just a chi blast, what with your bloody nose.”
Ranma rolled his eyes. “The chi blast hurt, Hiroshi. It hurt bad.”
“Sure it did, ‘Mr. Invincible’...” Hiroshi said with a knowing grin.
Ranma glared at Hiroshi and raised his hands. “Want a personal demonstration?”
Staring down between Ranma’s hands where a spark was forming, Hiroshi chuckled nervously. "Eh heh heh...”
“Ease up, guys!" Daisuke said seriously. "It's time for the main event!”
“You mean?” Hiroshi started...
Nodding his head, Daisuke pointed. “Girls’ PE!”
The pigtailed martial artist snorted and turned back to trying to sleep...
However, he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Daisuke exclaim, “Oh wow! Check it out! That foreign chick really is hot!”
Nodding his head, Hiroshi asked, “I wonder why she wears those fake ears though.”
“She’s a Ranma-girl,” Daisuke said. “She’s gotta have SOMETHING ‘off’ about her.”
“Oh yeah...” Hiroshi said, suddenly feeling stupid. It was common-knowledge that no girl that liked Ranma could be normal.
THAT got Ranma's attention and he turned to see the proceedings. Granted, he’d seen Kassy in all her furry glory so this was pretty tame, yet Ranma still wanted to see how good at sports the girl was. The fact that he would get to see Kassy in a pair of those small, skin-tight gym shorts had nothing to do with it. Nope. Not in the slightest.
The girls were walking out of the building in rows of two, all wearing matching gym outfits. Kassy did stick out rather well amongst her classmates, considering her foreign looks and the pair of furry ears sticking out above her hair.
Following the girls was a rather muscular woman pushing a cart of all sorts of equipment. What mostly looked like shoe boxes really. This tall, meaty woman was the girls’ Gym Instructor. Ms. Kuchiko “Hell” Kirachi.
Some steps after the new girl Ukyo couldn’t stop staring at Kassy and glaring at the girl’s back. She heard the rumors, or rather bought them from Nabiki, that the new girl and Ranma were late for class. That coupled with their disappearance act during lunch had the chef not liking the foreign girl.
Daisuke shivered. “I sure wish the Gym Instructor would take a cue from Mr. Fozuho and wear a jump-suit.”
“Yeah,” Hiroshi agreed. “Only the students should be allowed to wear the girls’ uniforms.”
Ranma was too distracted staring at Kassy to contribute in the conversation. Not that it was worth contributing to anyway.
Standing in line, Kassy blushed a little as she tugged down at her ‘gym shorts’. “Who’re they kidding? These aren’t shorts. They’re glorified panties!”
“Don’t like the uniform, princess?” A rather angry voice sounded from behind. “Maybe you should just get back home and leave us alone.”
Blinking her eyes, Kassy turned her head to look back at the voice. She was surprised to see it was Ms. Kuonji. “Hey, I’m here to learn, not be intimidated by bad senses of fashion an-”
Eyes forward, Feeple-san!” Ms. Kirachi shouted in a voice that sounded way-too masculine for a woman.
Kassy ‘eep’ed and faced forward, standing at attention.
Ukyo smirked and walked past Kassy, purposely bumping into her shoulder. Now that Akane was gone there was no way she was letting another girl anywhere near her Ranchan.
“All right you Minnie-Mouse-Meatheads!” Ms. Kirachi shouted as she looked over the group of students. “Now that Tendo-san has booked out of here and gone to America, though only Kami-sama knows WHY she’d make such a mistake, the pecking order is going to change around here, you chickens!”
There were some murmurs going around before one glare from the woman shut the girls up.
Frowning and sweating more than a little, the Gym Instructor looked over the crowd. “I can make assumptions on who the best here is, but we’re going to be ‘fair’,” She spat, “And do this in a more ‘common’ fashion.” Her eyes narrowed. “Today it’s going to be Martial Arts Street Hockey! Two teams! This way I can figure who’s passing...” She then narrowed her sights on Kassy. “And who’s flunking.”
“Martial Arts Street Hockey?” Kassy repeated. “Why do I not like the sound of that...”
Ukyo smirked confidently. She was the best at Hockey, no question about it.
“Kuonji-san!” Ms. Kirachi shouted. “You will be the captain of the first team! You’re obviously one of the best students here,” She said as if it were a matter of fact.
“Yes!” Ukyo snapped in attention.
Ms. Kirachi motioned for Ukyo to stand up by her. “As for the other one...” She looked over the crowd and pointed at a girl with a small ponytail on the side of her head. “You! Sayuki! You’re a friend of Akane’s, right?”
“It’s Sayuri,” The girl corrected. “And yes, I am a friend of-”
“You’ll do!” The gym teacher cut her off. “Now get up here!”
‘Eep’ing, Sayuri did as commanded and ran up to the front.
Ukyo smirked as she looked sideways at Kassy. She was going to enjoy this.
“All right you two!” The muscular woman said as she leaned forward. “Take turns picking your teammates.” She looked at Ukyo. “Since Kuonji-san here is obviously better, she gets to pick first!”
Sayuri frowned, but nodded her head. It was no use arguing.
Seeing the weak little girl had no spine to stand up against her decision, Ms. Kirachi turned to Ukyo and said, “Kuonji-san, if you will.”
Ukyo nodded and smiled. She started picking the best players out of the group, and the ones that liked to play dirty. Since Ukyo was given first pick she knew whom one of her opponents would be.
Sayuri frowned. It was and wasn’t all right with her. While this meant a lot of the good players were taken, she did have her friends to pick on. “All right, you, you, you...”
Seeing who that Sayuri girl was choosing, Ms. Kirachi smirked a big, rather evil-looking grin. “All right girls! Pick up skates, gear, and hockey sticks and get to either side of the playing field. I’ll go over rules then.”
Kassy frowned as she went over to the cart to get a pair of roller-blades that would fit her. She didn’t like how that Kuonji-girl kept eyeing her.
Seeing how the foreign girl noticed her, Ukyo gave Kassy one last look before she started putting on the equipment.
Likewise, Kassy was getting ready as well, as were the other girls. She was putting on the elbow and knee-pads and roller-blades before reaching to get a hockey-stick.
Ukyo swung her stick around and nodded, the weight was perfect. “Hear me,” She said to get the other girls’ attention. “Play nice with your friends, but decimate the new girl.”
The other girls all nodded. Ukyo was the best player and neither of them wanted to get on her bad side. That and they didn’t want to fail the class.
Seeing the girls star to get to their respective sides of the playing field, Ms. Kirachi went to the center, holding a puck. “All right, ladies, the rules are simple! I’ll be watching all of you to see how well you all rate when compared to each other, so we’re going to play a simple game. First team to score ten goal shots wins.” She then smirked. “And, to make things interesting, the team that loses gets an F on their record for this quarter-grade of their report card!”
At hearing that proclamation, Daisuke winced. “Man, that’s harsh.”
Hiroshi nodded. “I’m glad we got Mr. Fozuho. That Ms. Kirachi is a bitch.”
The gym instructor turned her head sharply. “I heard that!” She barked out loudly.
Shrieking in fear, Hiroshi and Daisuke dived behind the tree for cover.
Ranma looked on without an ounce of fear, though he was worried about the looks Ukyo was giving Kassy. It was almost as if the chef considered the girl another fiancée. Not a good thing.
Sayuri and Ukyo faced off against each other. Two tall girls were to the right and left wing of Ukyo while Sayuri had Yuka to her left, and Kassy to her right.
“Okay girls!” The woman threw the puck up into the air and doubled back. “GO!”
Ukyo was too fast for Sayuri to beat. With the first blow the chef swung her stick and hit the puck. The trajectory was perfect, as was the power behind it, in Ukyo’s opinion. It hit Kassy between the eyes.
“GAH!” Kassy cried out in pain and stumbled back, falling onto her ass as she held her hands to her face.
“Kassy!” Yuka and Sayuri called out in tandem.
Still, one of the girls on Sayuri’s team reached the puck and struck with all her might. It was a goal even if the goal-keeper tried her best to stop it.
Who knew the tarot-card chick was so good?
The Teacher frowned and blew her whistle. “Out of bounds! No shooting from your side of the field.”
Ukyo shrugged. “Too bad.” She smirked and looked from Kassy’s downed form to the teacher. “We’ll just have to do it again, huh?” Ukyo didn’t really like being this mean to someone, but maybe this way Kassy would get the right idea and go back to her home, leaving her Ranchan alone.
“Uh, Ms. Kirachi,” Yuka started as she walked up to her. “I think Kassy might need to go to the nurse.”
The taller woman snorted. "She can suck it up and play!”
Kassy opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry for a moment, but it came into focus quicker than she would have expected. “You did that on purpose!”
The chef turned to Kassy and blinked. “What are you talking about?”
Kassy frowned and got back to her feet and into her position anyway. She knew the bitch was going to deny it. Oh, was she ever going to get this girl back.
Ukyo got into position again.
“Ready?” Ms. Kirachi threw the puck into the air again. The disc hit the concrete with a loud clacking sound. “GO!”
Ukyo proved too fast for Sayuri again and passed for one of her teammates, who passed it back to Ukyo just in front of Kassy. The chef hit the puck with all her might and scored a goal, this time legitimate. She let out an, “Oops,” when her hockey stick hit Kassy hard at the shin.
Her eyes widening in pain, Kassy grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Damn, that girl hit hard!
Once again, the Gym teacher brought a puck to bare as the girls were getting back into their positions. “Ready? GO!”
This time, Kassy rushed quickly to the front. She had to get that puck before Ukyo used an excuse to try hitting her again.
Ukyo just smirked and passed the puck back. She danced around Kassy, being much better on skates, and received a pass leaving her wide open. “Thanks, sugar.”
Trying to catch up with Ukyo, Kassy found herself shoulder-slammed by one of the taller girls that were part of Ukyo’s forward-wing positions, sending Kassy tumbling to the ground.
Ukyo feinted a shot and passed the puck, which another of her teammates hit and scored their second goal of the game. As they skated back to the center Ukyo gave Kassy a condescending smile. “Ranchan is mine,” She mouthed.
Kassy frowned a little. “He’s no one’s...” She said softly. She didn’t think of Ranma in a romantic sense, did she? Of course not. They had just met.
Once again, the girls had to get back into position, with Yuka and Sayuri helping the foreign girl to her feet.
Another girl skated up to the teacher. “Ms. Kirachi, I really think Kassy should be sent to the nurse.”
The woman blew her whistle in the girls face, causing her to wince. Taking her whistle out of he mouth, she said, “She’ll live, Ryonami. Now get your ass back out on the field!”
The girl ‘eep’ed and headed back onto the field.
This time Ukyo didn’t go to fight for the puck and stayed behind, waiting for her partner to pass it over to her. Indeed, this time as the puck clattered to the ground, one tall girl slammed Kassy into the other, who had to elbow the foreigner just below her ribcage as to hit the puck with her hockey stick.
And so, Kassy found herself on the pavement once more...
Ukyo passed the puck to the one by her side and skated past the downed Kassy, ‘accidentally’ hitting her in the temple with her knee, before receiving a pass and scoring once again.
Kassy was lying on the concrete and panting heavily, her head swimming in pain. Some blood was starting to flow from a gash on the side of her head.
Ukyo felt a slight trace of remorse on the beating she gave the girl and returned to her teammates. She told them to just finish the game and forget about the new girl. “She took enough.”
Ryonami kneeled by the foreign girl and started helping her up. “Poor thing.”
Kassy grunted. “Yeah... Poor me...”
Ryonami smiled at Kassy. “You’re pretty tough.”
“Yeah, right...” The half-Salusian grumbled as she tried to get to her feet.
Skating over to the Gym teacher, Miyo, of all people had to protest. “Ma’am, I believe you should send her to the Nurse’s Office. I see a bad omen if the girl doesn’t get proper medical attention right away.”
Ryonami gave the teacher a pointed look. “Miyo is right.”
The woman blew the whistle in Miyo's face for a moment, sending spittle onto the fortune teller’s features. “She’s still standing, isn’t she? We continue!” She frowned. “And any of you girls keep complaining, you're all flunking right now for the rest of the year as well! NOW PLAY!” The teacher then pointedly stared at Ukyo. “And I expect you to keep up your star performance thus far.”
“Yes!” Ukyo barked and eyes Kassy carefully. She’d just knock her off her feet this time. The girl had taken enough punishment.
And so, Ms. Kirachi threw another puck into the air.
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“You pathetic excuse of blood-filled meat-bags!” The Gym Teacher admonished the losing team. “You lost ten to nothing! I should just flunk you all for the rest of the year!”
“Sensei...” Miyo tried.
The large beefy woman continued her rant. “Kami-sama, you all stink worse than I could have possible imagined! What are you, a bunch of skunks!?”
“Sensei...” Yuka started as well.
“At least in the beginning of the year I thought you all might have SOME potential,” The woman continued. “Instead one disappointment after another!”
“Please, sensei,” Sayuri was trying as well.
“The game wasn’t entirely fair, sensei,” Ryonami pointed out.
“Of course it was fair!” The woman shouted, actually responding to her students for once. “I judged it myself, so of course it was fair!”
“Is that why you allowed the other team to high-stick Kassy here purposely?” Yuka asked with a frown, the unconscious girl’s head resting in her lap.
“It’s her own fault for getting in their way!” The teacher countered.
“That still doesn’t count the fact they were high-sticking and you didn’t call that!” Sayuri pointed out.
“So you're going to fail us because you hate Kassy. Is that it?” Ryonami boldly accused.
The woman blew her whistle in Ryonami’s face, sending more spittle into her features.
Ryonami flinched back.
“Accuse me like that again young lady, and I’ll send you to the principal’s office so fast your head will spin!” She snapped angrily.
The girl nodded in feigned fear. She was a great actress, which was why Nabiki had her on this assignment.
Standing back up to look over the sorry excuses she had for students, she said, “Since you all seem to share support in this little wretch here,” She said motioning to the still gaijin, “You can SHARE her grade for not only this school quarter, but the school year entirely! AN ‘F’ FOR ALL YOU WEAKLINGS!”
“But...” One of the other girls started.
“BUT NOTHING!!!” The woman shouted, a vein popping out in the middle of her forehead as it pulsed.
Just then the meaty woman had the feeling of something extremely hot next to her head. She instinctively jumped when she heard an explosion behind her.
The teacher’s eyes, and everybody else’s for that matter, were wide with shock when what happened registered in their minds. The teacher had been a hair’s breath away from having her head blown up, and by Ranma no less!
Ranma smirked. That chi blast he fired all the way from his position under the tree was powerful enough to get the deed done.
Sweat trickling down her forehead, the woman started pointedly at Ranma. “You... You little chicken-shit! You could’ve hurt someone!”
Ranma continued to smirk, ignoring Hiroshi and Daisuke’s shocked looks his way, and kept his hand up. He wasn’t one to be intimidated by a bitchy woman if he could go toe-to-toe with Saffron. “So?”
Truth be told Ranma really wanted to lay waste on the teacher. The way she allowed for Kassy to be hurt had him seeing red.
The woman sputtered for a moment. She stomped her foot. “You little shit! I’LL HAVE YOU SENT TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE FOR THIS!”
Ranma shrugged, dismissing the threat easily. “Been there, kicked his ass.” With that said he shot another chi blast, now to the other side of the woman’s head. By now the entire girl class was FAR away from the teacher. I t seemed like Ranma had finally snapped.
The beefy woman’s eye twitched as more sweat trickled down her face. “Perhaps... We can come to an understanding?”
The pigtailed martial artist smirked at the teacher. He was starting to see what Nabiki liked about having all the power.
The smirk on the psychotic boy’s face sent a chill up the large meaty woman’s spine.
“About damn time you took me seriously!”
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