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The characters of the Ranma 1/2 universe are the creation and possession of the brilliant Rumiko Takahashi. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi and her licensees (Shogakukan Inc., Kitty-Fuji TV, Viz Communications Inc.)
No copyright infringement is intended.
~ Fighting evil by moonlight... ~
"Yeah, it’s over!" Ranma exclaimed.
"Just a minute, I need to rewind this before I put in the next one," Akane said as she jumped up to put action to her words.
"Oh no," Ranma began, "ya already watched three of ‘em! It’s my turn to watch somethin’."
"I need to do research!" Akane yelled back.
"What for? All ya need to know is it’s about a couple of dorky girls runnin’ around trippin’ over themselves while makin’ stupid speeches until the monsters beat themselves up!"
Behind them, Nabiki shook her head at Ranma.
"That is NOT what the show is about!" Akane yelled back as an angry aura surrounded her.
"How can you watch even watch that show?! All they do is run around whining until its time to put on their strip show, not to mention running’ around in those short skirts. And you call me a pervert," Ranma ranted, heedless of his fiancee’s anger.
"Ranma, Ranma, Ranma," Kasumi mumbled, feeling sorry for her brother-in-law-to-be.
"THAT IS NOT A STRIP SHOW, PERVERT!" Akane bellowed as she punted Ranma out into the backyard. "Only a pervert like you would think that! And anyway, they’re surrounded by light, so you couldn’t see anything anyway!" Akane finished with a huff.
Ranma humph’ed from his position: head down, on top of largest rock by the koi pond.
"And I can’t believe you’d even think to say anything about their skirts with the way Kodachi runs around in just a leotard, no matter how cold it gets, or Shampoo riding around on that bicycle of hers in little more than a shirt," Akane huffed.
"Well, that’s them," Ranma countered, as he hopped to his feat.
"Oh?" Akane responded coyly. "I seem to recall a certain red head bouncing around in a cheerleading outfit that made the Scouts’ uniforms look like full dresses."
"Tha-, that was required for the fight," Ranma defended while flinching at the reminder. How was he suppose to know it was that short. Which reminded him, he still owed Nabiki for that one.
"So are theirs. Not that that explains the bunny suit you wore when Tsubasa first showed up."
Ranma opened his mouth to retort to that, but quickly gave up on that idea. The guys still talked about that in the locker room. He was not going to go there.
Akane smirked. Victory in her grasps.
"Ha!" Ranma shouted as an out came to him. "They can’t even fight! All they do is stand around shouting stupid attack names..."
"Like the Crouch of the Wild Tiger?" Nabiki asked.
"That’s a good name for an attack," Ranma defended.
"Oh, right. Just a stupid attack," Nabiki returned with a smirk.
"Anyways," Ranma pushed on, ignoring Nabiki’s remark, "by the time they’d finish talkin’, any fighter worth half his salt woulda creamed ‘em."
"How dare’st thou insult the tastes of my wild tigress!" a voice bellowed from off to the side.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward a want-to-be samurai.
"I will not permit you mocking the joys of my sweet Shampoo," a second voice rang out as mouse dropped beside Kunou. His long flowing robe bellowed out dramatically as he took his stance.
"Ranma, you’ve insulted Akane for the last time!" the lost boy announced as he popped up from nowhere.
"We’re going to give you the punishment you have coming!"
Soft giggles arose from the side, but were ignored by the boys.
"The vengeance of Heaven is slow by sure," Kuno shouted as he began swinging his boken.
"Fist of the White Swan," Mousse shouted as he swung his ‘weapon’, followed by several tons of chains.
"Shi Shi Hokodan," Ryouga shouted as he released his righteous depression.
Raw emotion, chain, and rock-cutting strikes slammed atop the rock in a catastrophic explosion of light, sound, and debris.
Soon the dust settled revealing the torn scraps of red silk, a lone pigtail, and the burn husk of a dummy.
"How dare you destroy my favorite shirt!" a voice yelled from above.
Nabiki and Akane fell over laughing as the green uniformed figure rose up in an arch from the roof.
"We’ll meet again, Nerima Wrecking Crew. You’ve not heard the last from me," the not-so-mysterious redheaded figure shouted as she vanished, either to another dimension or from a forbidden technique.
The boys looked around in confusion, as even Kasumi broke out in laughter.