Ranma: Welcome to the club

Chapter 6 part 2

Disclaimer:I don't own either Ranma, Eiken or any other series displayed in this fanfiction.

Ranma's eyes never left Ryoga. Every move the boy made Ranma would mirror. Twinging in pain as he did so.

The fanged boys cocky smirk let him know that he knew full well what was going on, and was enjoying every second of it.

The Saotomes heirs entire body ached from that stunt he pulled. Pushing himself that much all at once came with a huge price to pay, and he was paying for it right now.

He jumped out of the way when Ryoga decided to ditch his training and go for a straight right towards his chest. He lept out of the way easy enough just as an impressive crater appeared where he had been. Landing he bit down a pained moan when his whole body protested the action.

"You can't beat me just by running away Saotome." Ryoga said in an annoyingly cheerful tone of voice.

Ranma's brow ticked and he charged towards his opponent with lightning speed...or rather what he thought was lightning speed. Under normal circumstances Ranma had the advantage over the Ryoga while the fanged boy was stronger. Right now Ranma was merely moving like an award winning sprinter, nowhere near his normal speed and a snails pace for Hibiki. Ranma's fist didn't even reach his face before a powerful hand wrapped around his forearm.

Ryoga swung his own arm around, a demented grin split his face before it opened wide with an expulsion of air. Ranma had used the leverage of Ryoga's grip to swing his knees up into his stomach. While the muscle behind it was weak right now the sheer force was enough to force all the air out of Hibiki's stomach and send him onto his knees.

Taking advantage Ranma twisted himself around as his opponent fell, grabbing each shoulder he lifted himself until he was in a perfect parallel stand before driving his knees into Ryoga's back.

"GAH!" His stomach aching, his back stinging, the poor boy didn't know whether to rub his belly or massage his back. He decided to met both half way and try to turn Saotome into a bloody smear. Without skipping a beat he grabbed onto his weakened foes wrists and with monstrous strength slammed him into the ground before him.

"Jump around this you slimy bastard!" He screamed before slamming Ranma down hard into the earth. A loud thud echoing out and drowning out all other noise.

"Oh that has to hurt." Winced Kirika. "And an awesome slam from the resident powerhouse. Looks like he's the new favorite for the match."

Grace nodded just didn't bother to comment. Her eyes totally focused on the match.

"With Ranma failing to put up a good offense it looks he has nothing to look forward to but a no holds barred pummeling." Cheered the amazon, foot once more on the table, sending the nearby boys to the nurse with blood loss at her less than permitted mode of dress. "And I have just one thing to say..."

The metal of the mike started buckling under her fingers.

"IF YOU LEAVE AS MUCH AS ONE LASTING MARK ON HIM I WILL DESTROY YOU, YOU HEAR ME!? I'M NOT DONE WITH HIM YET!"

"Well she certainly knows how to stake a claim." Muttered Nabiki, whose eyes followed the every bounce any sway of Kirika's magnificent bust, with every jiggle echoed by the sound of a cash register opening, which was immediately followed by the sounds of moths escaping an empty wallet when she lifted her leg onto the table. What was the point in trying to sell something boys were already getting for free? Mmmm that red head looks more modest and had a 'girl next door' feel to her. A photo of her would be rare...

Akane on the other hand like most other people in the audience was focused squarely on the fight. Wincing as her supposed fiancee was beaten bloody by his opponent.

True she still had absolutely no intention of marrying a boy she'd never met, no matter how insanely rich or good looking he was or how much father was pushing it, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel sorry for watching him get whipped around by his ankles into tarmac repeatedly.

This fight wasn't fair anymore. He'd put everything into stopping a dirty tactic by a despicable fighter and now he had nothing left. Yet that yellow boy looked for all the world like he was having the time of his life.

Silently she prayed that Ranma would come out alright.

'You know after a while...the ringing starts to sound kind of nice.'

The edges of his vision started to blur as numbing pain spread across his body, jumping forward with each smack against the solid ground.

'I can't...can't take much more' Another slam, he felt his teeth rattling and was sure he'd be losing a few win or lose now. 'I have to stop this now!'

"Will you just pass out already! I'm getting bored!" Hibiki snarled and once again tried flattening Ranma into the earth.

This time however Ranma was prepared. He flung out his arms and with supreme effort managed to brace himself. His arms screamed out in pain but his face stopped just short of one final blow again the concrete. Ryoga's grip loosened just enough that Ranma could slip his leg out, and immediately kick his opponent square in the chest.

"GGHNNGH!" Ryoga almost bit right through his lip when the dead center of his rib cage buckled under Saotome's well placed kick. It didn't break but he could hear how close the bones were to snapping in two.

He rubbed the middle of his chest through his sweater, where he defiantly felt an ugly bruise start to form. Despite himself he chuckled at the site of Ranma. Bloody, bruised, broken, His arms hung limply from his sides and his eye was already starting to swell shut. Everything he always wanted from the monster who made his life hell.

"Giving up Saotome?"

Ranma spat a gob of blood away and smirked. "IO didn't think of you as a coward Hibiki."

Ryogas mood didnt spoil. "Look at you! You can barely stand up! Your body is fighting against your every move! Face it Saotome, I've won!"

The air went deadly silent. For a moment it looked like Ranma was about to collapse, but all he did was drop his smile.

"Ryoga, you just threw me around like a bratty kid smashing up an action figure. There is no 'winning' for you here. don't act like this is something your gonna stop if I admit defeat."

Ryoga looked at him for a secondm then shrugged.

"...Your right."

"DIE SAOTOME!"

Against this all out charge with the intent to knock his head of. Ranma did the only thing he could. He planted his feet firmly, got into a low stance. Tightened his fists...and ran away.

Yes. He ran away. He darted to his immediate left and up into the throngs of spectators who parted like the red sea at the site of the mad bull chasing after the boy and then he kept running. Right round a corner and out of sight

"GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!" Screamed his mortal enemy, who for once did not go in the opposite direction and actually followed him away from the paying crowd who...remained perfectly silent for about 20 seconds until they processed being cheated out of an epic fight.

"Does that mean its over?"

"No way! I want my money back!"

"Did we even pay anything?"

"WE DEMAND BLOOD!"

"LETS TEAR THIS PLACE APART!"

"LETS START WITH THAT THIEVING EIKEN CLUB!"

Their anger turned towards the announcers table, only to miss a beat when the only thing at the announcers table was an impression on the ground of where the table had been. The enraged and confused masses looked around for a sign of where the club had went and spotted a shrinking dust cloud that still failed to hide the horribly colored female uniforms.

"...Um...get them?" Nabiki prompted gently.

"GET THEM!"

Ranma gasped for breath while sliding down the side of the wall into a squatting position, his face in his palms.

'If pop ever saw that I'd never hear the end of it. Oh to have such a failure of a son run from a challenge, you break your old mans heart.' Not that he 'ran' as much as he would say it was 'strategic retreat'.

He lifted his left hand away from his face and flexed his arm slightly, he winced when it felt like someone was working his insides over with a torch. He knew he couldn't win like this, he could barely even fight like this, and who knew how far that damned idiot would go if he caught him.

He stared up at the sky, idly watching a cloud. He seriously doubted Ryoga would 'actually' kill him, but he didn't make him anymore willing to be caught.

He needed a plan. Turn Ryoga's monstrous power into a non factor. Now h...

"GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!"

He immediately jumped to his feet, his hands curled into fists, only to relax his guard a little when he realized the yell came from bellow him. Peeking over the roof he saw his 'rival' searching for him frantically. His teeth gnashing in rage.

"You can't escape me Saotome! I'll follow you to HELL if I have to!"

'He's persistent I'll give him that.' Ranma thought Morosely. 'Seriously though, Why is he so pissed off? I took some bread, I skipped out on a match. It's not like I did anything that could make his lost ass life any worse'

"Did I?" He mused aloud.

"THERE! UP ON THE GYM ROOF!"

Students swarmed after the two in a crowd far bigger than the narrow twists and turns of this maze this instruction should have allowed. Clearly not content where there spectacle had been cut off (especially those betting big for him to end up in traction), many of them hooted and hollered and pointed out his location to Ryoga.

Ryoga sneered and, showing his power wasn't just in his fists jumped straight up and over Ranma's head prepped for a nasty looking axe kick.

*CRASH!*

The entire part of the roof imploded under the massive force. Which considering it was the only thing separating them from a thirty foot drop was not good...at least for the guy on his last legs.

Ryoga landed on both feet with little effort, while Ranma was lucky not to break his back in the fall and just managed to get back up.

"Where do you think your going Saotome?" Ryoga snarled, stomping over to him and throwing a straight to the face which Ranma dodged by quite literally the breadth of a hair, only to be clipped by a follow up kick.

"*cough**cough* Hibiki what is your problem?" He steadied himself and started moving back towards the gym doors. "What possible reason could you have to hate me this much?"

Ranma folded like paper over Ryoga's knee, and was driven into the floorboard by a hammer blow.

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW! WHAT YOU DID TO ME WAS UNFORGIVABLE!"

Part of him wanted to pass out, another wanted to puke, and other wanted to keel over. Another part wanted to do the Charleston but that's a story for later. One more hit from this monster and he'll be lucky to spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed.

"Finally stopped running eh Saotome. Good." He grabbed Ranma by the collar of his shirt and lifted him just above head height. Cracking thee knuckles in his other hand he closed it into a fist and pulled it back "Time to pay."

"SERIOUSLY!?" He yelled, defiant until the last "SERIOUSLY?! YOUR ACTUALLY GOING TO DO THIS FOR A CRAP REASON LIKE THAT! I FORGOT A FIGHT! ARE YOU PETTY ENOUGH TO BEAT ME TO A PULP BECAUSE I STOLE A BUNCH OF BREAD DURING A FREE FOR ALL IN MIDDLE SCHOOL?!"

Ryoga stopped grinning with manic glee. He blinked once, twice, he dropped Ranma to the floor and just stared at him for a moment with a 'are you serious face'. "You...Your serious. You really think 'that's the reason I'm going to cripple you."

"YES!"

"Your not just mocking me?"

"NO!"

"Your telling me you have no idea why I'm so pissed with you?"

"Ryoga! The last time I saw you was when you demanded that fight! A fight you demanded because I kept beating you out for sandwich's. You picked fights with people at the drop of a hat, what am I supposed to think!"

Ryoga's expression totally blanked, for a split second Ranma had hoped he got through to the boy, until he started laughing.

He laughed long, He laughed hard and he laughed loudly. Loud enough that the crowd chasing after them heard the deep chuckles in the gym they'd crashed into. It was a deep, straight from the gut laugh that took hold of the boy hard enough that Ranma slipped from his grasp.

"Mind sharing the joke."

"HAHAHAHA HA HA...ahhhh." He wiped a stray tear from his eye. "No."

He nonchalantly kicked Ranma in the side, making him skid across the floor a few feet.

"If you really don't remember what you did to me..." He kicked again." ...If you really consider doing such a horrible thing to me so unimportant that you can't even remember doing it..." Once more with all the care of a child kicking his ball back home from the park "...Then I see no reason to tell you."

Gasping for breath Ranma could barely even grunt when Ryoga put a foot on his chest. He tried lifting it off but it was like trying to tip over an elephant.

"If I'd known just how far your head was up your asshole, I never would have fol..."

Ranma's eyes snapped open just as Ryoga shut his mouth.

"Fol? Wait...Fol...low? You...followed me?"

"Shut up."

"How *Hack* far? You didn't follow me to the continent did you?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh my god you did...Ryoga...did you follow me to...?"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" He bellowed and lifted his foot to quickly stomp Ranma's face in.

"HEY!"

The thickboot sole brushed the tip of his nose, forgetting the foot odor of someone who walked from one end of the country to the next he was, for once very grateful for any interruption.

Kirika stood in front of a massive crowd of students who were all trying to pour into the gym, and trying to climb over each other to do it. Her massive breasts bounced enticingly as she pointed at them in a dramatic manner. Causing a certain lost boy to blush an atomic shade of red

"I don't care how much crap you kick out of each other! Provided their's enough left to have fun with!" The boys felt a chill run up their spine. "But never ever NEVER, TRY TO CHEAT HONEST PEOPLE OUT OF A FIGHT THEY WHERE OVERCHARGED TO SEE!"

Well, almost grateful.

"L-look. I'm s-sure you were enjoying the fight. But its still about me and him. Your 'entertainment doesn't mu-matter." Ryoga stammered in his defense, his eyes off to the side to try and avoid looking at the girl in the eyes, because there was no way he would actually be looking her in the eyes when her tits were bpuncing around like that from the slightest movement.

A glimmer caught Kirika's eye, the microphone cracking in her grip. "Him? Him who?"

Ryoga blinked in confusion.

"Hey were did Saotome run off too?"

"Yeah he was under that guys foot a second ago."

Ryoga looked down and saw a Ranma shaped void were punching bag used to be. Off to the side people heard the locker room doors swing open.

He saw red. Marching up to the door he kicked the men's locker room open and stepped inside, but not before glaring at everyone who was following him with curiosity. The normal students backed away cautiously. Kyoko in her battle mech raised an eyebrow, while Kirika just smirked at him and stared straight into his eyes. The two stared for a few seconds before Ryoga broke contact first. Kyoko pushed Gustav forward a step, but Kirika's arm barred her way. Still looking at Ryoga she jerked her head to the side telling him to get in.

The door closed behind him with a click.

"Can you see anything?"

Nabiki stretched herself as much as she could but to no avail. Pushing past everyone was a non option since by now the inside of that gym would be like a can of sardines.

She sighed "No. And I don't see pushing in through the crowd as a good idea. Theirs probably no room to breath in there let alone fight."

"So you think it will stop."

She snorted "Better not."

Ryoga took a deep calming breath and surveyed the largish room. The walls were lined with small 1 by 2 foot lockers, and two sets of the same were standing in the middle of the room.

"Come out Saotome. You've got nowhere to go."

He heard something behind him.

His fist swung round, tearing through 4 lockers with one blow.

Gritting his teeth he turned back round, then slammed his foot into the standing metal containers and sent them to the floor with a loud *CLANG*.

He jumped on them and started ploughing through each off them as fast as he could, not even bothering to open them. He wouldn't put it past this bastard to know some kind of cowardly hiding technique to fit in one of these things and...was it getting warmer?

He tugged on his thick sweater as the room started to fill with a humid mist. He heard the sounds of running water and the hiss of pipes.

He snorted and moved towards the shower room. The rising mist was barely even making it blurry. The room was tiny, and right there backed up against the wall like a frightened rat was Ranma. Hot water streaming over him and washing away much of the blood and grime he had accumulated during the fight.

Ryoga stood just outside the showers and glared at Genma's son. "Nowhere left to run Ranma. You ready to stand still and fight like a man."

Ranma sighed. "I'd rather fight like a man." He said and with and with a final show of strength ripped one of the water pipes from the water, spraying icy cold water at the eternally lost boy.

Ryoga squawked and leapt back, narrowly avoiding the freezing liquid by inches. "How DARE you Saotome! Have you...no...hon..."

Ranma shivered as her huge breasts were exposed to the freezing water as they spilled out of her torn shirt, though the chill she felt was nothing compared to the blush of embarrassment from having to resort to such a low down dirty tactic.

"Me? You aim to harm innocent people and say you don't care about who you hurt just to get a cheap shot in, but you call foul when I do something not even half as dirty? Your a f**king hypocrite Hibiki." She said, ineffectively trying to give herself some decency and cover her fully exposed tata's but failing miserably. "I always thought of you as my friend ya know. But now? Not even...no, no he'd do something worse. But my point is your a martial artist Hibiki. And what you did today was a disgrace to everything we stand for. You understand me?"

The boy just lay there. Twin streams of blood dribbling from his nose and down onto his cloths.

"Ya know thinking back, you never could keep your nerves around a pretty girl." She stared down at herself and groaned "Rrrreallly glad no ones around to see this."

*BANG* *BANG*

"LET US IN MISONO!"

"I SPENT MY LUNCH MONEY ON THIS FIGHT!"

"S**t!"

With a mighty heave the door swung wide open and a mass of men came tumbling in over each other.

Kirika peered through, grinned wildly and strode in proudly across the groaning pile of students. She crossed her arms under her huge bust and smirked "Kinky."

Ranma was crouching over a bloody nosed Ryoga. His wet clothing sticking to his well defined muscles like a second skin, his bare chest visible through the massive tears in his shirt. Sweat and moisture dripping down his face as he panted deeply trying to catch his breath. Beneath him Ryoga's groaned in what Ranma knew to be pain, but to the casual observer...

"ACK!" He jumped to his feet. "It ain't what it looks like."

She leaned forward "Can it be?"

He jumped back a foot. Only to get plucked out of the air mid step by Gustav. He yelped indignantly as its miniscule pilot turned him over and 'Hmmmed' like she'd found an interesting scab, prodding him to see what elicited the loudest pained noise.

"Mmm. Excessive bruising, moderate cuts..." The pulled at his arms like she was snapping the wing off a chicken "AGH!" "...Ligament trauma. Self inflicted I might add, your muscles must hate you right now. Aaaannnd...Surprisingly light head trauma." The enormous steel fist rattled against the side of his head a few times. Still holding him in her iron grip she gave a sideways glance to the lost boy. "He on the other hand looks fine discounting the blood. Yet he's the only one who's unconscious. Curious." She glanced back at Ranma with an inquisitive look.
"I managed to gather enough strength to land a solid hit." He grunted "Though I think I'll be paying for it longer than him."

The flat look he got showed she clearly didn't believe him but thankfully didn't want to press the issue. She hoisted the downed Ryoga onto Gustav's shoulder and waked back out the door...or rather the whole she made so she could fit the huge robot into the room that she 'called' a door.

He sighed in relief, followed by a yelp of pain when Kirika decided to jab him with a slender finger. His legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor.

"Don't do that!"

She pulled back. Looking at him coyly right before roughly grabbing his arm and, Cutting a swath through the crowd she pulled him into the gym under its new skylight and raised him into the air.

"THE WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION...RANMA!"

Dead silence.

"...Aw crap."

Annoyed muttering spread through the gym and out the door were the rest of the crowd was trying to pour in. Students and teachers alike were grumbling and storming off in a huff. Ripping up papers and dumping the pieces on the floor. They stomped, slumped and shoved their way out of the gym leaving only the two Eiken club members and two rather confused new girls.

Akane, not being one to stand there looking pretty reached down and picked one of the stubs up.

"Ryoga to win?"

She reached down and picked up another stub. It said the same thing.

"Did everybody bet on that guy?"

Nabiki said nothing and just patted her front pocket.

Author's notes: This chapter was going to be longer, but it would appear that I can only get so far into a story before my muse leaves me. So I'm posting what I wrote for it and calling it a chapter there.

Unfortunately the same is true for my other stories. I'll get my muse back from time to time, but that's usually a few sentences before I can't write anymore. Nowadays I find it next to impossible to just put myself down and churn out chapters like the wind.

Would I like to keep going? Yes.

Could I be trusted to post more than one chapter every year? Probably not.

I'm sorry to everyone who has waited so long for me to update...anything. But I can't force myself to write without things coming out like it was written by a 3 year old. But I hope you enjoy for now and I will hopefully have more for you in the future...hopefully.