From ajwoo@ucdavis.edu Wed Jun 4 00:07:57 1997 Received: from boris.ucdavis.edu (boris.ucdavis.edu [128.120.8.151]) by tendo-dojo.ranma.net (8.6.11/0.0.0) with ESMTP id AAA10918 for ; Wed, 4 Jun 1997 00:07:57 -0400 Received: from localhost by boris.ucdavis.edu (8.8.5/UCD3.8.16) id VAA17101; Tue, 3 Jun 1997 21:08:36 -0700 (PDT) Date: Tue, 3 Jun 1997 21:08:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Anthony Woo X-Sender: ez073249@boris.ucdavis.edu To: fanfic@fanfic.com Subject: [ffml][fanfic][Ranma1/2]Ranma's Little Secret Pt1 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII You might notice that this fic has a similar name to one of my other fics "Kasumi's Little Secret". I assure you that I do not plan to write a series of "Little Secret" stories. RLS will be extremely different from KLS even though the two fics occur nearly simultaniously. You'll see what I mean when you read the story. Ranma's Little Secret Part 1: Caught in the Act A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction Version 1.0 Insert Standard Fic Disclaimer Here This fic starts a few days after KLS pt 3 Ranma groaned as he made his way to the bathroom. His morning training seesions with Kasumi were making sleep after 5:30 impossible, even on Sundays. But just because he couldn't sleep didn't mean that he liked mornings any better. Ranma thought, Ranma was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to pay attention when he entered the bathroom, again. *** Akane almost screamed as she awoke to the, now familiar, clatter and swearing that rose from the bathroom. Akane thought as she tried to muffle the sounds by burying her head under her pillow and plugging her ears. *** "Hey Kasumi," Ranma said as moved through the finishing techniques of his first Tai-chi form, "isn't it 'bout time for you to start gettin' back t'th'house?" "Oh my," Kasumi replied, "you're right! Thank you Ranma-kun," she said with a bow. "No prob, Kasumi," he smiled. "Don't you have to get ready for your training session with your father, Ranma-kun?" "Nah," Ranma smirked as he finished the form, "today's Sunday, Pop'll be up late, besides I want to work on this for a bit longer." "All right Ranma, but remember--" "I know, I know," he interruped. "Slow it down," they said in unison. At that the two shared a laugh before Kasumi rushed off to get ready for the day. Ranma smiled and shook his head before going back to the form. At first he had found it difficult to move a slowly as the form required. He was used to Kempo where the forms were fast and sharp, each technique designed to show strength of will and determination. Tai-chi required the techniques to be slow and flowing, demonstrating grace and gentleness. Kasumi had likened it to flowing water. Water did not hit an obstacle and stop; it flowed around it, over it, or under it. She had called the smothness of moving from technique to technique "Pulling The Silk" because to unravel a silkworm's cocoon your movements had to be slow, gentle, and flowing otherwise the silk threads would break. he thought. Ranma struggled to pull his thoughts back to the present. It was easy for his mind to drift when moving in the slow, relaxing Tai-chi form, but when it did his technique went to pot. his ego thought a little sullenly. his common sense shot back, Ranma stopped, he was letting his mind get away from him again. He took a deep breath and gathered up his thoughts before he exhaled and relaxed. He did this a couple of times before he closed his eyes and began the Tai-chi form once again. Ranma lost himself in the form. His mind was empty, save for thoughts of the form. Ranma didn't notice when Kasumi came in to look in on him and smiled when she saw him moving with the form as if he'd been doing it his entire life. Ranma didn't notice when Genma came out of the house calling his name. Nor did Ranma notice when Genma walked into the dojo looking for his son--and found him practicing a Tai-chi form. Genma just stood there watching his son move gracefully across the floor. At first his expression was one of shock. Slowly that faded into an expression of anger and disgust. "Ranma!" he barked. That got Ranma's attention. Ranma stopped moving and turned to face his father. "Oh, hi, Pop," he said cheerfully. "Whatcha doin' up so early?" "What _exactly_ do you think you're doing?" he snarled ignoring Ranma's question. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Pop?" Ranma asked, genuinely confused. "What was that...dance you were doing just now?" "That was Tai-chi, Pop." "I know that," Genma hissed. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING IT FOR?" "It's martial arts trainin', Pop." "Son," Genma said, "Tai-chi is _not_ a martial art. It's an exercise for the old and decrepid. It is not for a true martial artist and especially not the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts!" Inside Ranma seethed with anger. he thought, Ranma was left without any good options. So he responed the only way he know how. "If it's for the old and decrepid, how come you're not doin' it Pop?" he taunted. "Insolent boy!" Genma cried as he leapt to attack Ranma. Ranma leapt to meet him in the air and their training session began.