"Heh, She really did a number on him. He looks like he lost a fight with a tiger..." The dog demon observed. "I never knew she had it in her..."
"You don't have to be impressed." Miroku mumbled, picking himself up off the floor with a wince, and rubbing his ribs. "Still, Sango-chan seems disturbed about something..."
"Geez, what gave ya that idea?" Inu-Yasha couldn't resist adding.
Kagome frowned. "She looked upset. We shouldn't be talking about her, we should be trying to help her." She said suddenly, then ducked out of the hut.
"Fine by me...I wanna find out where she learned that." Inu-Yasha agreed, following closely behind Kagome. Shippo, following the dictates of his curiousity, did likewise, Kirara rushing out after the fox youkai.
Miroku sweatdropped as he was suddenly alone in the hut. "Ah well..." he sighed to himself, reclining on the bedroll Sango had vacated, bringing his hand up to eye level and flexing it slowly, wincing at the ache as he moved. "Did she damage my ribs?" He wondered to himself, then he began grinning at the remembered sensation. "It was worth it." He decided. The verdict in, he lay down to sleep off the pain...
***
Ranma was currently muttering every curse she could think of. "Bastard-Happosai-wannabe-inbred-f*$^!@" she muttered, picking her way along the trail she'd chosen, apparently at random. Still, what happened to me this time? It seems more serious than any of the other crazy things that tend to happen to me...I'm talking differently. Though, I still have mannerisms of my own...but...AGH, this' confusin'! I swear, if this is the old freak's doing, he DIES.
Right then, her ears pricked up at noises in the underbrush, and she insinctively jumped back, landing in a combat stance...and nearly stumbling as the kimono prevented too much movement of her legs, which prompted another curse from her lips. Fortunately, a flash of memory showed her a stance for use in her traveling clothes, and she adopted that, frowning at the necessity as a large figure burst from the underbrush, and Ranma felt a chill crawl along her spine at the menacing, overlarge, and decidedly non-human musculature of what was definitely a youkai.
"Where am I now???" The figure groaned, and Ranma blinked, getting a sudden feeling of deja vu, stepping back. The newcomer heard the noise and turned. "Excuse me, but-YOU!!!" The new arrival roared as his gaze fell on Ranma-chan's current form. "You're the Demon Slayer that killed my uncle!"
Ranma blinked again. "What?"
"...You don't...REMEMBER???" The youkai glared, and Ranma could see tiny, porcine eyes flaming red with fury, surrounded by the face of a boar whose tusks were beginning to lower, seated on a furred, humanoid body.
"Man, is this ever familiar..." Ranma muttered. "Look, pal, I've kinda got my own problems..." I swear, if he says 'because of you I've seen hell', I'm going to laugh...
"SHUT UP! Prepare to DIE, Slayer!"
Ranma grinned, cracking her knuckles as the thoughts of her current predicament went on the backburner. I may be this Sango now, but I'm still a martial artist, dammit, and that was a challenge. Well, as close as I ever seem ta get, anyhow."Well, I kinda needed to let off some steam anyhow. Ready ta be the first person to have your ass kicked by Anything Goes Martial Arts, Taiji-ya Ryu?"
(Posted Wed, 11 Feb 2004 18:38)
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