[Ranma][FanFic] Ashura's Fingers
carro...@my-deja.com
A Ranma 1/2 one shot by Carrot Glace.
It was the start of a typical day at the dojo. Ranma sat at the
table lazily with his father and Mr. Tendo. Not much was happening at
the moment, and that's just the way he liked it. Unfortunately, times
like that didn't last long.
"Hey Saotome, Remember that technique we searched for all those
years ago. What was it called?"
"There were many," pointed out the elder Saotome.
"Hmm," agreed Soun with a nod. "This is the one we never found.
An ancient secret that was said no man could stand against."
"Ah, you mean Ashura's Fingers?" Genma slapped his palm and
chuckled slightly.
Ranma almost fell over. All the color drained from his face.
"Yes, that's the one. I've been thinking of taking a trip to
find this lost technique. It will be like old times," said Soun with a
wistful sigh.
"Don't bother," replied Genma.
"Eh?"
"Please no," muttered Ranma as he edged away from the pair
slowly.
"I found a woman who had knowledge of the technique. It was
about a week after the unfortunate incident in Jusenkyo. My son, failed
to acquire the knowledge." Genma leveled a glare at the boy and frowned.
"Only girls can learn it," replied the pigtailed boy in retort.
"Well, if any boy can do it, it would be you," said Nabiki as
she walked into the room with a magazine in her hand.
"That technique. You say the son in law has had training in
Asura's Fingers?" Cologne pogoed into the room from the yard.
"Gah! How long have you been there? You ghoul!" snapped Ranma
as he fell over and clutched at his chest.
"That's right. He failed to learn its secrets," said Genma over
dramatically.
"Most interesting. When was he trained? My understanding was
that no man could ever learn that technique."
"A martial arts technique that's only for girls?" Akane entered
the room with a cheerful smile on her face.
Ranma tried his best to quietly slink away from the room.
"Did you learn it?" said Akane.
Ranma froze. Kasumi appeared in front of his escape route with
a pot of tea in her hands. "No."
"A technique that Ranma couldn't learn? That's hard to
believe," commented Nabiki as she looked up from her magazine.
"Indeed," said Cologne as she narrowed her eyes at the
boy. "I've got to be going." She hopped away chuckling to herself. As
she bounded over the wall her grin widened to enormous
proportions. "That boy can't fool me. He does know the technique. If it
was to fall into Amazon hands, we could become quite powerful."
+++++++++++
"You say Shampoo ask Ranma to teach her famous technique of
Asura's Fingers?"
"That's right, Shampoo. If we could learn this powerful
technique, we could finally become a true power within China, or even
the world."
"Aiyah! This very strong?" said the girl quietly.
"Yes. If one of us was to learn of this, the entire tribe could
be taught. I am certain the Son in law knows the technique."
"Why Ranma no use against Great Grandmother then?"
"Heh. Once you find out about the technique, you will
understand."
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"Ranma ... I want you to teach me this `Fingers' thing," Akane
looked up at her fiancee.
He had been sitting against the wall at school eating his
lunch. The moment the words were out of her mouth, Ranma's food became
a spray in the air. He coughed for a minute and turned to face her. "No
way! I ain't teaching you nothing!"
"Ranma, please! You saw Cologne! If I could learn this
technique, then I could handle Shampoo, no problem!"
"Akane, you don't know what you're askin. I don't even know the
stupid technique," Ranma stared at the ground as he said this.
"You're a bad liar Ranma," said Nabiki as she walked up to the
pair from nearby.
Ranma looked at her for a moment. "Even if I did know it. I
couldn't teach it to anyone. I would have sealed it away."
"So, you don't think I'm strong enough? Is that it?" snapped
Akane with a sudden anger appearing in her eyes.
"That ain't it at all! Jeez, you are so uncute!" retorted
Ranma. For the first time in his life, he was relieved when she kicked
him into the air.
+++++++++++
"I said no damn it!" snapped Ranma at the two girls chasing
after him. Shampoo had appeared right after school. Within moments,
Ukyo had discovered his secret, and now both of them were chasing him
down demanding that he train them.
"That is enough." Both girls whirled around and glared at
Cologne for a moment. She stood between them and Ranma.
"I ain't leaving until Ranchan decides to teach that move to
me! There's no way he'd trust a secret like that to this hussy!"
"You will do as I say. Both of you leave, now," said the old
woman. Her face was stern and gave no room for argument. "Unless you
think you can get by me."
Ukyo looked like she might try it for a moment, but turned away
in the end. Shampoo immediately left the scene.
"Son in law. I want a word with you."
"What is it?" snapped the boy irritably. He was already in a
combat stance.
"I did not come to fight you. Please, let's take this inside. I
have sent Mousse away on an errand." She hopped over to the nearby
entrance of the Cat Cafe.
Once inside Ranma sat on a stool at the bar. Cologne set a cup
of tea in front of him and sighed. "Son in law. I know of Asura's
Fingers. It is a most powerful technique. Listen well to what I am
about to offer."
Ranma paused at the serious look on her face. "What's up ghoul?"
"I am willing to force Shampoo to return to China without you,
if you teach her the technique."
Ranma's eyes went wide. "Wha?"
"Do not answer now. Consider your options carefully."
"No. It doesn't matter what you say. I ain't training nobody,"
said the boy with a sudden anger in his eyes, he stood up and walked
out.
+++++++++++
Ranma's life grew steadily worse over the next few days. The
whole fiancee crew had joined into the melee, but it had gotten
steadily worse. Now even Ryoga and Kuno had jumped on the bandwagon.
Once they heard of the technique he demanded that Ranma at least show
it to them, so they could develop counter moves for it.
Soun and Genma sat at the table discussing the events.
"Saotome, how did this all begin?"
"It started with a woman in Hong Kong. I had learned of her
from a fellow traveler. I thought I had at last found what we searched
for all those years ago. An invincible technique."
"I see."
"We found the woman and she told us that no man could ever
learn the technique. So, I had Ranma turn into a girl and returned. She
seemed upset with my wanting him to learn the technique, but relented
in the end. I had to pay a considerable amount of money."
"The things we endure for the art!" lamented Soun.
"Indeed, Tendo. She took Ranma away from me for a few days and
attempted to train him. I returned several days later. The first thing
the ungrateful boy did to me was attack me. I beat him in the end, and
he told me that he had failed when I asked him to share the technique."
"How tragic."
"Yes it was, Tendo, Ranma hasn't been the same since."
++++++++++
Ranma was cornered. Akane stood glaring at him in his room with
her arms crossed.
"Akane, I said no," he said quietly.
"Why not? You're willing to teach Ukyo and Shampoo, but not me?"
"I ain't teaching that to nobody!" cried the boy angrily.
"You don't think I'm good enough? Is that it?" Akane was on the
verge of tears.
"Akane. Please ..."
The girl looked up at him again. "Fine. Be that way. I hate
you!" She turned away and started towards the door.
"Take off your clothes."
Akane stopped cold and turned to face him. His head was hung
low and his fists were clenched at his sides. "WHAT?!"
"You really want to learn this? Fine. Take off your clothes."
Moments later Ranma found himself face down on the ground with
a mallet in his head.
"It's part of the training Akane," he grumbled. "You want to
know it so bad, do as I say."
A look of total and complete fear crossed the girl's face.
Slowly, her hand rose to her shoulder and started to pull on her shirt.
Ranma closed his eyes and grabbed a glass of water from a small
table in the room.
++++++++++++++
To say Akane was pale, was like saying the sun was dim. She
staggered down the stairs with an odd look on her face and sat down at
the table staring off into space. She looked up and saw Cologne
standing in front of her with a small frown on her face.
"So. You have gone through the training?"
"I..." Akane couldn't move her mouth to finish.
"I see. So, have you mastered it yet girl?"
Akane slowly shook her head from side to side. "It took Ranma
three days. I'll probably take a few more than that at least."
"You plan to continue. Even knowing what it is?"
"Do I have a choice?" said the girl in reply.
"I suppose not. Mind control is dangerous. I suspect Ranma will
be most cautious."
Akane nodded and said nothing in reply.
"Don't worry child. I will speak nothing of this to Shampoo."
"Thank you."
"All this time, I thought he was simply just shy. I suppose it
makes sense." She smirked again as she hopped away from the dojo.
Perhaps all was not yet lost. It may take some work, but perhaps this
would work out in the end. After all, it didn't matter to her who
taught Shampoo the technique, but it would take some convincing on both
sides, and quite a bit of time. "Time is something I have."
++++++++++
Ranma dried his hair off in the bathroom with a smirk on his
face. He knew he could make her do things, but it wouldn't really be
her. After a while, he wouldn't even need to use the technique. Her
attitude would change after the first few lessons, even without him
suggesting it to her. He often found himself still thinking back to his
teacher. It was hard to force himself to forget, but that was part of
it.
Genma walked into the furro and paused as he saw his son.
"So, Pop. Did you tell Mr. Tendo exactly where you brought me
to learn that technique?"
"Don't be so naive son. I haven't said anything about that!
What does it matter? You failed!"
"Just wondering." Ranma smiled slightly. Soon Akane would be
begging him again. He would have to hold out to ensure that she
actually learned it rather than simply become enslaved to it. Chi Su
Ko, the whore who had taught him the technique, and made him a woman in
the process had made it clear how important that was. He flexed his
hand in front of his face. A man's fingers were much too large to use
the pressure points involved. It required the delicate touch of a
woman's hands, and a woman's charms so that the victim would willingly
submit. Ranma snorted as he started to brush his teeth. A slight look
of disgust crossed his face as he stared at his reflection. "Manly
indeed. Perhaps I can do something about that stupid contract after
all?"
The End.
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