I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the movie Falling Down. I do own my OCs, though.
A man could be seen walking down a road, holding a bag in one hand, an apple in the other.
His pigtail bobbed in the wind as he traveled down the street, on a mission of some sort...
"Hey, ass-hole!" A voice cut through the misty morning as the man turned around and glared at the voice's owner.
"What do YOU want?"
"Gimme your bag."
"Why?"
"JUST GIMME THE BAG AND I WON'T KILL YOU!"
The man's eyes hardened as he stepped forward. "This bag? There's something important in there. I'm not giving it to you."
The thug gritted his teeth and charged forward. "DIE!"
As soon as he did that, his fate was sealed. The man went into a stance and jumped high in the air. Then he delivered a brutal jump kick to the thug's neck, snapping it like a twig.
The thug fell lifelessly to the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth.
"You should've stayed out of my way, little shit."
With that, the man went on his journey to parts unknown...
Yasei Ranma Densetsu
The Wild Legend of the Chaotic Horse
The man went inside a convenience store as he slung the bag over his shoulder.
"Man, I need a drink..."
Just then, the clerk looked over to the man. "Sir? Can I help you?"
"Yes, you can."
"Do want something, Mister...?"
"Ranma. Just Ranma."
"Okay, Mr. Ranma...."
"How much is this Coke for?"
The clerk looked at him and rung up the price for the soda. "850 yen."
"What? Last time I checked, it was 500 yen."
"No, it's 850 yen. Prices have risen up."
"Bullshit. I came to this store since I was a kid. And the price was 500 yen."
The clerk glared at Ranma and leaned towards him. "Look, Mr. Wise-ass. If you have a problem with this, you just can either pay for it or leave."
"And what if I refuse?" Ranma clenched his fists.
In one quick motion, the clerk grabbed a bat from under the counter and tried to attack Ranma with it, but the pig-tailed man was faster and grabbed the bat.
With a fierce blow by Ranma, the clerk was sprawled out on the floor.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this shit? The goddamn Satsuma Rebellion again?!" Ranma snarled and hurled the bat at the cash register, sending it tumbling down to the floor. The clerk was curled in a ball, shivering from fear.
"Please! Pleeeeease!" he wailed incoherently.
"What?"
"Takeee it! Takeit!"
"Take your hands off- I can't hear- STOP, GODDAMNIT!"
The clerk ceased his whimpering as he stared at the glowering Ranma.
"Speak slowly and clearly." He hissed in a warning tone.
"Take the money!"
"You think I'm a thief?" Ranma looked at him disbelievingly. "I'm no fucking thief, charging 850 yen for A FUCKING COKE! No, my friend, you're the damn thief."
Ranma then took a stance and held out his palms. "MOUKO HADOUKEN!" A blue confident Ki ball flew from his hands and crashed into the aisles, blowing them up.
He then turned around and grabbed his soda. "Here." He threw the 500 yen into the shivering clerk's face. "Take this. Maybe this way you'll how to lower your damn prices a little."
Ranma turned around and left the shop in the same way he came.
Soon, Ranma's little stunt at the store would become well known…
Masaki Yuria was sitting in her car, bored out of her mind. The short-haired brunette kept looking out the window, hoping some perp would make a crime and run out of there for his damn life.
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the store across the street, sending glass shards flying into the street. "What the fuck was that?!" The policewoman looked around, barely noticing Ranma leave the damaged store.
Yuria jumped out of the car and ran inside the store. "Police!" She froze in her tracks when she saw the smoking crater in the middle of the store.
"Jesus, what the hell happened?" The frightened clerk stood up and looked at her. "He did this! That guy, who just left the store!" Yuria turned around and looked at him.
"Who did?"
"His name's Rambo! No, Ranma!"
"Ranma who?"
"I don't know! He came in here asking for a soda, and when I told him about the price, he flipped out and destroyed everything! My boss is gonna kill me!"
Yuria stood there for a moment. Could it be him? Could this Ranma person be the same one from her hometown of Nerima?
"No way… It's not possible…" She murmured to herself. Then she looked back towards the clerk. "I need you to come with me to the station. My superiors are never gonna believe this…"
Meanwhile…
Ranma sat on the hill, drinking his Coke. "I wonder what I should get her…" He thought to himself as he finished the last of his drink.
Suddenly, Ranma sensed that he was not alone. Two boys walked up towards him with glares on their faces. "Hey, punk. What the fuck are you doing on our hill?"
"YOUR hill?"
"Yeah, bitch! Didn't see the sign?"
Ranma looked back at the wall behind him. It was all covered in graffiti.
"Too bad I don't read pig shit."
"What?!"
The punk in the red shirt held back his friend. "Cool it, Z. He's a newbie, so, we'll let him off with a warning. Now how's about giving me that bag?"
Ranma's eyes darkened in anger. "Let me get this straight. You want me to pay a toll for sitting on your precious, piece-of-shit hill?"
"That's right, you bastard! Now pay up!" The punk in blue, Z, seethed.
"Gladly." With lightning-fast speed, Z's head flew off of his body, rolling down the hill. Ranma retracted his fist.
The red punk dropped to his knees in horror at what he just witnessed. "You still want this bag?" Ranma smiled maliciously.
The punk ran down the hill in a fright, not daring to look back.
Ranma snorted. "Cowards." He then walked down the hill and went on his way.
"I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! HE SHOT SOME WEIRD LIGHT BALL THAT WRECKED THE STORE! WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!" The clerk, whose name was Touji, was ranting loudly. "Calm the fuck down!" Barked one of the officers.
Yuria was standing near another fellow officer, Koyama Ichiro. "Christ, he keeps going on about this Ranma guy. Could he be lying?"
"I think I have an idea on what he's talking about." Yuria motioned him to follow her. Ichiro walked behind her as she stopped at her desk.
"What's that?" Ichiro asked as Yuria pulled out a picture from her desk. "This is a picture that my friend Akane Tendou sent me. Last time I heard, she was married to Ranma Saotome." She pointed at a pig-tailed man with a happy smile on his face.
"They were a real happy couple, they were. But in the last 4 months, something happened that made her divorce Ranma and marry Ryouga Hibiki." Yuria stated in a sad tone.
"Damn, sounds like your average break-up to me." Ichiro stated.
"No, it wasn't like that. Ranma had been acting strangely, according to Akane. He started to act violently to those around him." Yuria explained.
"He only acted violent towards those he knew, except his wife and daughter."
"This guy sounds like he should be in an insane asylum."
"Next morning, Nerima Police found Hibiki's corpse lying in a ditch. Miss Tendou decided to put a restraining order against Ranma and moved to Tokyo."
"Why are you telling me this?" Ichiro asked. "I think the guy who wrecked the store is Ranma," Yuria said flatly.
Meanwhile, in the streets of Tokyo, Ranma was making a phone call to someone…
Akane Tendou, formerly Akane Saotome, was busy cooking breakfast for herself and Meika, her daughter. Suddenly the phone rang.
Akane picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, Kane."
Akane dropped her frying pan to the floor.
"R-Ranma…" She managed to utter out.
"How are you doin'?"
"Ranma, how the hell did you get this number?"
"It wasn't too hard. Looks like you should've tried harder to cover your tracks, Kane."
Akane gripped the phone in anger. "Mama?" Meika asked. "Meika, go to your room. NOW." Akane's voice brooked no argument.
Meika stood up and went into her room and closed the door.
"Listen, you fucking bastard. I still have a restraining order against you."
"Your point?"
"I can call Nabiki and have the police on you in an instant!"
Ranma snorted. "Kane, I don't give a shit. All I want is to give something to my little girl. And If I have to beat your ass to do it, so be it."
"YOU BASTARD!" Akane screamed in anger.
"I'm coming home, Kane."
"No."
"I'm coming home."
"NO!" Akane threw the phone at the wall, breaking it.
The punk from earlier had gotten a band of thugs and they were in a car.
"C'mon, K, don't do this, let's just go…" A pink-haired girl with curly hair was pleading him to stop this, but to no avail.
"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE GODDAMN CAR!" K roared at her as he grabbed her and shoved her out of the car.
"Damn bitch. Why the fuck do you hang out with her, man?" One of the thugs griped.
K punched him across the face. "Don't you ever talk about Sayaka that way! Now GO!!"
The car roared to life as the thugs pulled out their guns and shot up at everything at the sidewalk except Ranma.
"Did we get him?" K barked.
"Man, I don't know!" One of the thugs tried to see Ranma through the crowd of panicked people.
"LOOK OUT!" Another thug screamed as a large truck appeared in front of them and rammed into them, sending the car flying into a window of a shop.
Ranma just coolly strode to the car with a smile on his face.
Most of the gang members were dead, except for one. Ranma's smile became more malicious as he grabbed a shard of glass.
"Need a hand, buddy?" He asked the thug.
"Y-Yeah…"
"Here you go." Ranma stabbed the thug's hand with the shard. The thug let out a blood-curdling scream.
"YEEEEEAAARGH!"
Ranma laughed evilly as he walked past Sayaka, who was hysterically sobbing as she knelt towards K's corpse.
Soon, Ranma would begin to carve a path of violence and chaos. Anyone who got in his way would be either dead or traumatized by his actions.
At the Tokyo Metropolitan Police station…
Yuria's worry began to increase as the number of casualties began to pile up and to make matters worse, there was no evidence to prove Ranma was the one behind the killings.
"Fucking hell! Why can't find the asshole and shoot his ass?!" Ichiro swore loudly as he slammed his fist onto his desk.
"It isn't easy to take a one-man army down with a gun, Ichiro." Yuria shook her head. "Back in Nerima, they didn't call him the "Wild Horse" for nothing."
"Wild horse? More like the-crazy-bastard-who-kills-anyone-in-his-way!"
Yuria sighed and balled her hands into fists. "Let's just go and talk to someone that knows him." Ichiro nodded and the duo headed outside.
As they arrived at the building called, "Tendou Industries", the two officers got out and went inside.
"Remember, just let me do the talking." Yuria opened the door and walked inside the office. "Nabiki Tendou?"
Nabiki looked up from her ledger. "That's my name. Don't wear it out. Can I help you nice officers?"
"How did you…"
"I have my ways…" Nabiki smirked. "And let's just say that you sure have a way with the ladies…"
Yuria cleared her throat. "Miss Tendou…"
"Nabiki. Call me Nabiki."
"We've come to get information on Ranma Saotome."
By the mention of Ranma's name, Nabiki's face turned into a frown.
"Oh god, I've almost forgotten about him…"
Nabiki stood up and put her arms on her chest. "Ok, what do you want to know?" Ichiro was first to speak. "Why is he going kill-crazy on the town?"
The middle Tendou sighed and shook her head. "You might want to sit down. This may take a while…" The two officers sat down as Nabiki began to explain the reason behind Ranma's behavior…
TBC in the 2nd installment.