Ranma stood tall, confident, arms cross over his chest. His tail swayed lightly behind him as he stood in the middle of the beautiful, intricately decorated public park. Statues of different sorts of Asian animals all around him. The male werecheetah’s pigtail and loose black Chinese Kempo clothing rustled lightly on the breeze as he awaited his opponent...
He smirked as he heard the loud cry of, “WUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”
Without turning to look, Ranma dodged underneath the kick and shot up, hitting his opponent, Bruce Lee, in the nuts.
The Chinese martial artists tumbled a moment before getting back to his feet. “WUUUTAAAAIIIIIIII!!!”
“Wutai yourself, bitch!” Ranma snorted, rolling back his black sleeves and showing off muscular white-furred with some gold and black spots forearms.
The werecheetah smiled as he traded blows and evaded the attacks of his opponent effortlessly. Oh yeah, this was kick-ass!
(~~~~~~)
“More tea, pretty princess Tifanny?” A white-manned Unicorn with a bright purple horn and a tattoo of a heart with an arrow in it on her right flank asked the woman; the tea kettle handle in her mouth.
“Yes please.” The little girl smiled brightly, dressed in a pink princess gown complete with tiara and white elbow length gloves. She held up her tea-cup politely, pinky extended.
Lifting her head, the unicorn titled her head, allowing more tea to pour into the fair spotted blonde princess’ cup. Turning her head back up when the cup was full, the unicorn put it down onto the table and asked, “More cookies, Pretty Princess Tifanny?”
Taking a sip she nodded her head again. “Oh please Mr. Halo sir, your cookies are always fantastic!” She of course, finished her tea with the cute big-eye look.
The unicorn Mr. Halo smiled. “Of course, dear Pretty Princess Tifanny,” the white-haired animal raised his head. “More cookies for the Prin-”
*CRASH*!
One of the stained-glass windows which decorated the domed roof of the palace exploded inward...
...And in dropped a pigtailed werecheetah in black Chinese clothing, landing harshly amongst the shattered glass. “Oww... they cheat...” he grumbled.
Tifanny’s left eye began to twitch rapidly. “...Mr. Halo, if you’ll excuse me and my soon-to-be hurt brother pretty please?” She didn’t want the Unicorn to see her be un-ladylike.
“Of course Pretty Pincess...” The Unicorn’s eyes widened. “Holy crap!” The Unicorn said in a very impolite manner. “Look out, Pretty Princess, Tifanny!”
“Eh?” She turned her head to see that up from the broken window, NINJAS started jumping in, on after another, and all landing on their feet, weapons in hand.
“Oh you GOTTA be kidding me!” The young spotted blonde child screeched in dismay. Slowly, she turned towards her brother. “RAAAAAAAAAAN~MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
“Wait, who asked?” Ranma asked as he sat up slowly... he blinked as he saw a girl in a pretty pink gown. He chuckled nervously. “That you Tif? You sure look... different.”
“RANMA YOU JERK! YOU RUINED MY CASTLE!” Pulling out a white parasol from out of nowhere, she marched over to and started to bean her brother over the head repeatedly.
“Ow, ow, Tif! TIF!” Ranma shouted, raising his hands up and trying to protect his head. “Quit it!”
Glaring at her brother, Tifanny then opened the parasol, aiming it at him. “STAR RAIN!” And out of the tip a dozen Super Mario-esque stars flew out and begin to bean Ranma repeatedly.
“Ow, OW! Tif! OW! C'mon, stop already! Owwies! This isn’t funny! It hurts! OW!!” The pigtailed werecheetah pleaded with his irate two-minutes older sister.
“Oh my, this isn’t very ladyli-URK!!!” The unicorn gurgled and fell down dead in a pool of its own blood after the Ninja had slit its throat with a tanto.
Tifanny stopped and saw this. “JERKS!!!” She screamed and turned the parasol upwards. “STAR CRUSH!” She cried as the dome of the ceiling then caved in as giant stars crash down, smashing the ninjas deader than dead.
Ranma blinked his eyes in shock as he looked over the destruction. The castle was in ruins, all the ninja dead, and the world around them looking like a veritable wasteland of rubble. “Kickass...” Ranma said slowly. Damn, his sister knew how to dream!
Huffing, Tifanny then marched up to her brother again, this time drawing a...
FRYING PAN!?
“This is for ruining my DREAM!”
*KAPOWIEx10*!
“ARGH!!!” Ranma screamed as he was sent flying into the stratosphere. “UNCUTE TOMBOY!”
“JERK!” She yelled out after him.
“UNCUTE TOMBOY!” Ranma shouted again as he came crashing down into the ground, causing a small explosion of rubble and creating a huge dirt cloud.
Staring at where her brother crashed, Tifanny walked over to and pulled him out of the rubble. “Why’d you ruin my castle with your stupid ninjas!”
“I didn’t mean to,” Ranma said seriously, wincing as his sister was pulling him up by the ear. “I was in a fight with Bruce Lee, and upon kicking his ass, he exploded into a bunch’a ninjas! They kicked me and before I knew it, I crashed through a window rather than into a Plexiglas and porcelain statue of a Tiger on a hill.”
“....Come to think of it,” the little girl started. “HOW the heck did you get in my dream?” She blinked her eyes, still holding him up by the seat of his pants.
“I don’t know,” Ranma said honestly. “I crashed in into a statue and ended up going through a window instead...” he blinked his eyes. “We are dreaming, right?”
“Apparently...” Tifanny admitted, knowing she wasn’t this old yet. “This is too weird...”
Ranma nodded his head. “Yeah... I guess there is something with that ‘dolls and trucks’ argument,” He teased. “Here I am with a kick-ass dream about fighting and action, and what do you dream about?” He smirked. “Castles, pink, and tea-parties.”
“Oh shut up! Its my dream!” The young girl huffed. “..And why’re you starin’ like th-” She looked down at her dress and noticed some parts of it were torn, revealing her pink undies with bows and the garters for her princess stockings. “Eek!” She dropped her brother and tried to cover the torn parts.
Ranma raised an eyebrow. “Yeesh, not even I went for all THAT detail,” the currently teenaged werecheetah teased. “Although it just makes you look cuter than anything else.” Hey, he wasn't going to see his sister as something sexual, so he didn’t have any hang-ups of her in her underwear.
“Uh-huh... I’ll bet.” She humphed, still holding the rest of her dress over the torn part.
At the look his sister gave him, and her actions, Ranma rolled over onto his side, laughing.
Frowning at the actions of her sibling, yet realizing this WAS a dream, Tifanny’s face got a nasty grin.
*POOF*!
And Ranma found himself in some dorky jester outfit. “Heheheeh!” Tifanny giggled. “I like the new look.”
Looking himself over, Ranma frowned. “This ain’t funny...” he grumbled before he smirked and looked at Tifanny.
*POOF*!
“But that is!” Ranma laughed and pointed at Tifanny, who was now ONLY in her underwear she had envisioned.
“EEK!!” She tried to cover herself. “That’s not funny, you perv!”
“I ain’t the perv,” Ranma said. “You’re the one that dreamt up your underoos!” He pointed out.
Tifanny glared at her brother
*POOF*!
Now Ranma was only in his underwear. “Ha!” the spotted blonde laughed with a big grin on her face.
Looking down at himself for a moment, Ranma then slowly looked back. “Hey! I was wearing boxers in my dream, not a thong! You’re the perv, you perv!”
“Takes one to know one!” She stuck her tongue out at her brother. Since she was still an infant physically, despite her mental facilities, and unlike Ranma who had a past life, she was only aged around six-to-nine-years-old in this dreamscape, and acted like it.
Ranma frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “I ain’t the kid in a thong with garters, and a lace corset! All in pink of course!”
“So I like pink!” Tifanny shouted. “Who cares?”
Ranma smirked. “I care!”
*POOF*!
Now Tifanny was wearing a smaller version of his old green Maoist uniform. “NOW you look better,” Ranma said seriously. “And before you complain, I want to point out that I even added a small pink Unicorn button on the hat for you.”
Blinking her eyes, and looking at herself in a mirror which came up from nowhere, the girl nodded her head before she looked at him. :I could dig this....”
*POOF*!
Ranma was then in his own Maoist outfit, but it was the black version. And due to Tifanny’s thoughts, had been aged to around her age. “There! Now we’re the right ages!” the pigtailed cheetah’s sibling said.
Ranma blinked his eyes and looked at Tifanny, who he was now on eye-level with. “That we are. So what do we do for the rest of the dream...”
“...” Grinning the young girl reached over and lightly bapped Ranma on his nose. “TAG! YOU’RE IT!”
*ZIP-ZOOM-ZING*! She sped off like a cheetah, even if she were still in a human form.
Rubbing his nose for a moment, Ranma grinned as he watched the retreating form of his sister. Oh, she wanted to play rough, did she?
*POOF*!
And thus, the terrain was like a certain Bayankala valley he knew from his past life. “Yer mine, squirt!” Ranma shouted as he took off after his sister, jumping here, there, and everywhere.
The little girl started to mimic him, almost in an infuriating manner as she bounced around on bamboo rods before getting to the cliffs. “Nyah! This is fun!”
“Yeah, it is!” Ranma said as he bounced and defied the laws of physics as he started running along the side of the cliff-face.
She did likewise, keeping pace with him.
Ranma laughed as he ran along with his sister, forgetting about the game. This was just too much fun!
(~~~~~~)
Stryyp smiled as he looked as the two babies cuddled so close together. “Aren’t they adorable, Britanny?” He asked, feeling a bit of pride and even greater joy in his heart.
Britanny nodded her head, a large smile on her face. “I know. It’s nice to see they’re getting along. I heard babies often compete for attention, but they’ve been angels.”
Looking at his wife, Stryyp smirked. “Well, they don’t need to compete since you told me Ranma apparently can’t breast-feed...” he teased his wife. “Nothing Tif has to fight with him over.”
The woman gave her husband a grin. “Heh. For now anyway,” she told him before she let out a little bit of laughter.
Hearing his wife’s carefree laughter, Stryyp’s smile widened. “We’ll just have to make sure to treat them equally.”
“That we will,” Britanny said as she nodded her head, attentively watching her pride and joys sleeping soundly...
...And then looked over her shoulder. “Gina, I know you’re there!”
“ACK!” Gina shouted and then dropped off from the window, accidentally having let go of the suction cups.
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