GO!!!!!
Note from the author:
I can see it already. A crowd, with flaming torches and spears, and with Saba-Chan as a leader, ready to rip me to pieces. I can only say.. I'm SORRY!!! This past weeks have been so tough. I've had to do 2 oral presentations about the Holocaust, beginning to end, 2 papers, and a written presentation about a book that's 200 pages long. I just graduated from High School and I've just found out that college is a 1000 times more tougher than I've ever imagined. Good news is, I think the tough phase of the semester is over, so expect more updates sooner. That is, if I'm still alive after the crowd gets done with me. And of course, if you review!!!
Well, on with the story!!!!!! ***********************************************************************
Ranma positioned himself, waiting for the attack that Mousse had in store for him. He was nervous. The only thing that calmed him down was that Mousse, even with that cold expression, was full of rage. This could be exploited as a weakness.. However, it also meant that Mousse's attacks were going to be more hardcore than before, and the cold expression could only mean that he still had more surprises for him. He could only pray that he could find a way of how to exploit the rage. That or a miracle.
Mousse was truly pissed of, however, he wouldn't let his rage cloud his judgment. He had let that happen too many times. No way he would let that make him lose this fight. This battle was the closest ever he had of winning. "As I said, No holding back!!" he thought. He knew he hadn't mastered his speed, however, he didn't care, not anymore. He was going to use more speed, as much as required, to finish Saotome off. Time to win.
Mousse charged with even more speed than ever before. The snow split as his feet, the wind also split at his charge. Mousse had a determined look in his face. He would win!!
Ranma was stunned, surprised by the furious attack. He didn't even try to block the punch, it was so fast, he was already flying by the time he figured out the pain in his face. He crashed into the ground, feet away from the place where he was waiting for Mousse.
Mousse looked at Saotome. It satisfied him in a way. He had experienced the same sort of thing so many times, it was only fair Ranma experienced too. It was some karma thing. But this wasn't the time to meditate over these kind of things, it was time to send Saotome flying away. But Ranma recovered himself and began to counterattack. Like Mousse, he was tired of staying calm at the situation. "That didn't work, so to the hell with it. Rage it is." He ran blindly to Mousse, ready to clobber him.
The battle kept on going. Ranma got hit and hit again, but he didn't care, he was already used to the pain, he kept going on. Since Ranma was attacking so close, Mousse's speed was half neutralized. The only way to regain the advantage would be to jump away, and charge again with his speed behind his attack, but like Ranma, he was so enraged, he didn't care about it. Just keep attacking and enduring attacks.
The others were already reaching the park. Most were already expecting to see Mousse defeated, since that's where he always ended, especially after watching the Hiryuu Shotenha in the sky, but Shampoo wasn't sure. The fact that the attack had vanished so mysteriously didn't reassure her very much. Also add the fact that Mousse had gotten much better at fighting at an exponential rate, well, it left much to think about. But when they arrived, the saw the furious battle raging in front of them.
They began to get tired. Mousse began to regain control over his rage and began to examine the situation. He knew that if things kept going like this, both would end knocked out, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to win. And he knew he had the advantage, that is, if he could just figure out how to handle his speed better. That or those strange wind powers that were somehow hidden within him. "Where the heck is that stupid voice when I need it?!?!"
"WIND IS YOUR POWER"
"Huh? What kind of advice is that?! I don't know how to handle them!! What use are they if I can't even summon them?!?!"
Ranma used the split second in which Mousse dropped his guard to corner him and pummel him with punches. His rage came back. That was enough. Mousse could be as fast as light, he didn't give a damn. He was going down. Without room, Mousse's speed wouldn't be worth bull, and if he kept hitting, Mousse would end up K.O.
Mousse cursed himself. He slowly felt his energy disappearing under Ranma's furious attack. He tried to attack him, but it made him no good. Ranma wouldn't stop until he was defeated.
"So close... SO CLOSE!!!!! Why!?!?! After all this time, why the hell do I have to lose?!!? Why!?!?!"
IMBECILE!!! USE THE WIND!!!
"But how...? I... I can't."
FEEL IT!! FEEL THE WIND!!!!
And it came again. An image came to him. When the Hiryu Shotenha hit him, he felt the wind as another part of him. He became the wind for a second and stopped the whirlwind. If there was a key to the power it had to be that. In the second before receiving the one punch that would knocked him, he felt the wind as part of him and punched Ranma.
The attack of the wind itself came from nowhere. And hit Ranma. And it wasn't a single punch either, it had all the furiousness of the phenomenon of nature. Ranma felt like a cannonball had just crashed into his stomach. And he was sent flying into the northern wall of the park.
Mousse couldn't give credit to his eyes. He won. He WO..
No. Ranma was standing. But he looked so weak. And he was. He had received the wind punch at close range. That would have knocked out even a Master of the martial arts. But Ranma's pride and will wouldn't let him give up. But there is a limit to everything, and one more punch would do it.
And Mousse also knew it. One punch. And after that, his pride would be restored. And Shampoo would be his.
Shampoo
Shampoo
He would marry Shampoo. The woman he loved. The woman that.. had made his life a miserable existence.
Images of all the punches, kicks, tricks, insults, and humiliations came to him. And all the pathetic demonstrations of love, answered by a kick in the face. Being woken up with cold water, being tortured while being a duck. the list was endless..
And his heart froze, when he imagined his future with Shampoo. More kicks, more insults, more torture, more humiliation. For the rest of his life. Being tied to her, he would forsaken all of his future to a girl that considered him the worst scum in the planet. The fact that day by day it would be the same, and he wouldn't be able to escape it, only with his death, it, it..
Mousse stared at Ranma. And he turned his back at him and began to walk away.
"Just where do you think you're going!?!!? This fight is still not over!! I'm still standing!"
"You're right Ranma" Mousse replied, a little weakly "It's not over yet."
"I surrender Ranma. You win" "WHAT?!!? Are you trying to show me pity?! Or are you just trying to humiliate me?!: "No. It's nothing like that." "Then what? Answer me!" "If I don't win, I won't be able to marry Shampoo" "Isn't that what you want?!" "...No. Not anymore"
Ranma looked at him, incredulous and confused.
"Still don't understand? Just think. To her, I'm just a toy. A toy in which she can just hurt and hurt to relieve stress. My life is miserable at best. All day, I have to endure her kicks, her tortures and her insults, while I humiliate myself in an effort to get a simple smile from her, a kind word. Just imagine that, extended for the rest of my life, tied to her. My current life is hell already, MUST I FORSAKEN MY FUTURE AS WELL??!! I... I can't!! I can't let the rest of my life become insults and humiliations forever!!"
After this, Mousse ran away. He ran with all his energy. He ran, with the desire in his heart of not being able to stop running forever.
And in the shadows of the park.. A smile appeared on an unseen face. He recognized this as a foreshadowing of things soon to happen. Soon, Mu Tsu would come back, and then, the secrets of the 3 elements would be his. The smile got more broad. And a silent chuckle came from it.
Note from the author:
I can see it already. A crowd, with flaming torches and spears, and with Saba-Chan as a leader, ready to rip me to pieces. I can only say.. I'm SORRY!!! This past weeks have been so tough. I've had to do 2 oral presentations about the Holocaust, beginning to end, 2 papers, and a written presentation about a book that's 200 pages long. I just graduated from High School and I've just found out that college is a 1000 times more tougher than I've ever imagined. Good news is, I think the tough phase of the semester is over, so expect more updates sooner. That is, if I'm still alive after the crowd gets done with me. And of course, if you review!!!
Well, on with the story!!!!!! ***********************************************************************
Ranma positioned himself, waiting for the attack that Mousse had in store for him. He was nervous. The only thing that calmed him down was that Mousse, even with that cold expression, was full of rage. This could be exploited as a weakness.. However, it also meant that Mousse's attacks were going to be more hardcore than before, and the cold expression could only mean that he still had more surprises for him. He could only pray that he could find a way of how to exploit the rage. That or a miracle.
Mousse was truly pissed of, however, he wouldn't let his rage cloud his judgment. He had let that happen too many times. No way he would let that make him lose this fight. This battle was the closest ever he had of winning. "As I said, No holding back!!" he thought. He knew he hadn't mastered his speed, however, he didn't care, not anymore. He was going to use more speed, as much as required, to finish Saotome off. Time to win.
Mousse charged with even more speed than ever before. The snow split as his feet, the wind also split at his charge. Mousse had a determined look in his face. He would win!!
Ranma was stunned, surprised by the furious attack. He didn't even try to block the punch, it was so fast, he was already flying by the time he figured out the pain in his face. He crashed into the ground, feet away from the place where he was waiting for Mousse.
Mousse looked at Saotome. It satisfied him in a way. He had experienced the same sort of thing so many times, it was only fair Ranma experienced too. It was some karma thing. But this wasn't the time to meditate over these kind of things, it was time to send Saotome flying away. But Ranma recovered himself and began to counterattack. Like Mousse, he was tired of staying calm at the situation. "That didn't work, so to the hell with it. Rage it is." He ran blindly to Mousse, ready to clobber him.
The battle kept on going. Ranma got hit and hit again, but he didn't care, he was already used to the pain, he kept going on. Since Ranma was attacking so close, Mousse's speed was half neutralized. The only way to regain the advantage would be to jump away, and charge again with his speed behind his attack, but like Ranma, he was so enraged, he didn't care about it. Just keep attacking and enduring attacks.
The others were already reaching the park. Most were already expecting to see Mousse defeated, since that's where he always ended, especially after watching the Hiryuu Shotenha in the sky, but Shampoo wasn't sure. The fact that the attack had vanished so mysteriously didn't reassure her very much. Also add the fact that Mousse had gotten much better at fighting at an exponential rate, well, it left much to think about. But when they arrived, the saw the furious battle raging in front of them.
They began to get tired. Mousse began to regain control over his rage and began to examine the situation. He knew that if things kept going like this, both would end knocked out, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to win. And he knew he had the advantage, that is, if he could just figure out how to handle his speed better. That or those strange wind powers that were somehow hidden within him. "Where the heck is that stupid voice when I need it?!?!"
"WIND IS YOUR POWER"
"Huh? What kind of advice is that?! I don't know how to handle them!! What use are they if I can't even summon them?!?!"
Ranma used the split second in which Mousse dropped his guard to corner him and pummel him with punches. His rage came back. That was enough. Mousse could be as fast as light, he didn't give a damn. He was going down. Without room, Mousse's speed wouldn't be worth bull, and if he kept hitting, Mousse would end up K.O.
Mousse cursed himself. He slowly felt his energy disappearing under Ranma's furious attack. He tried to attack him, but it made him no good. Ranma wouldn't stop until he was defeated.
"So close... SO CLOSE!!!!! Why!?!?! After all this time, why the hell do I have to lose?!!? Why!?!?!"
IMBECILE!!! USE THE WIND!!!
"But how...? I... I can't."
FEEL IT!! FEEL THE WIND!!!!
And it came again. An image came to him. When the Hiryu Shotenha hit him, he felt the wind as another part of him. He became the wind for a second and stopped the whirlwind. If there was a key to the power it had to be that. In the second before receiving the one punch that would knocked him, he felt the wind as part of him and punched Ranma.
The attack of the wind itself came from nowhere. And hit Ranma. And it wasn't a single punch either, it had all the furiousness of the phenomenon of nature. Ranma felt like a cannonball had just crashed into his stomach. And he was sent flying into the northern wall of the park.
Mousse couldn't give credit to his eyes. He won. He WO..
No. Ranma was standing. But he looked so weak. And he was. He had received the wind punch at close range. That would have knocked out even a Master of the martial arts. But Ranma's pride and will wouldn't let him give up. But there is a limit to everything, and one more punch would do it.
And Mousse also knew it. One punch. And after that, his pride would be restored. And Shampoo would be his.
Shampoo
Shampoo
He would marry Shampoo. The woman he loved. The woman that.. had made his life a miserable existence.
Images of all the punches, kicks, tricks, insults, and humiliations came to him. And all the pathetic demonstrations of love, answered by a kick in the face. Being woken up with cold water, being tortured while being a duck. the list was endless..
And his heart froze, when he imagined his future with Shampoo. More kicks, more insults, more torture, more humiliation. For the rest of his life. Being tied to her, he would forsaken all of his future to a girl that considered him the worst scum in the planet. The fact that day by day it would be the same, and he wouldn't be able to escape it, only with his death, it, it..
Mousse stared at Ranma. And he turned his back at him and began to walk away.
"Just where do you think you're going!?!!? This fight is still not over!! I'm still standing!"
"You're right Ranma" Mousse replied, a little weakly "It's not over yet."
"I surrender Ranma. You win" "WHAT?!!? Are you trying to show me pity?! Or are you just trying to humiliate me?!: "No. It's nothing like that." "Then what? Answer me!" "If I don't win, I won't be able to marry Shampoo" "Isn't that what you want?!" "...No. Not anymore"
Ranma looked at him, incredulous and confused.
"Still don't understand? Just think. To her, I'm just a toy. A toy in which she can just hurt and hurt to relieve stress. My life is miserable at best. All day, I have to endure her kicks, her tortures and her insults, while I humiliate myself in an effort to get a simple smile from her, a kind word. Just imagine that, extended for the rest of my life, tied to her. My current life is hell already, MUST I FORSAKEN MY FUTURE AS WELL??!! I... I can't!! I can't let the rest of my life become insults and humiliations forever!!"
After this, Mousse ran away. He ran with all his energy. He ran, with the desire in his heart of not being able to stop running forever.
And in the shadows of the park.. A smile appeared on an unseen face. He recognized this as a foreshadowing of things soon to happen. Soon, Mu Tsu would come back, and then, the secrets of the 3 elements would be his. The smile got more broad. And a silent chuckle came from it.