Riders on the Storm
Prolog
Disclaimer: do not own any rights to Ranma/2, nor am I profiting from the writing
or distribution of this fiction.
I try to light another cigarette as my hand shakes while holding the cigarette
lighter. It's a dark night out tonight and I'm driving with one headlight in a
battered up Toyota. Shit, I'm smoking too many cigarettes, one of these days I'll
quit. That's what I keep telling myself, but now I got bigger problems.
I stop at a light as I check over the folder again.
Name: Saotome, Ranma
Sex: male
age: 31
status: widower
address: Tendo Dojo, Nermia, Tokyo
1 child, girl, age 7
Wife, Akane Tendo died under mysterious circumstances, possible kidnapping
Yes, the same thing written down 20 minutes ago. Who the hell is Ranma and why the
hell am I looking for him?
I wipe some sweat from my brow, brushing the hair out of my eyes. How long have I
been driving now? I can't remember, it's a long drive from Yoriodo and I haven't slept
since I left.
I open the windows in hopes that it'll keep me a bit more alert.
I hold the file in my lap as I drive; I check out some other details, I turn over one
of the pages, known contacts,
Xian Pu, age 31- status Amazon Warrior
Fuck, what the hell do the Amazons have to do with this? Things keep on getting from
bad to worse.
It was a setup-- Ryoga knew it too. "Sayuri-san, if anything happens tonight, I want
you to go to Nerima, Tokyo. Go find a Ranma Saotome. He'll help you out."
I laughed, Ryoga was indestructible. Was being the operative word. We were double crossed
by our own goddamn government and now I'm being hunted like a little dog.
I pull over in a motel. I'll steal a car before I go, I've been driving this one too long.
I look over to the horizon. There's a storm brewing...
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I honestly have no idea where I'm going to go with this, but suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
This fic is still in the conceptualizing phase.
Prolog
Disclaimer: do not own any rights to Ranma/2, nor am I profiting from the writing
or distribution of this fiction.
I try to light another cigarette as my hand shakes while holding the cigarette
lighter. It's a dark night out tonight and I'm driving with one headlight in a
battered up Toyota. Shit, I'm smoking too many cigarettes, one of these days I'll
quit. That's what I keep telling myself, but now I got bigger problems.
I stop at a light as I check over the folder again.
Name: Saotome, Ranma
Sex: male
age: 31
status: widower
address: Tendo Dojo, Nermia, Tokyo
1 child, girl, age 7
Wife, Akane Tendo died under mysterious circumstances, possible kidnapping
Yes, the same thing written down 20 minutes ago. Who the hell is Ranma and why the
hell am I looking for him?
I wipe some sweat from my brow, brushing the hair out of my eyes. How long have I
been driving now? I can't remember, it's a long drive from Yoriodo and I haven't slept
since I left.
I open the windows in hopes that it'll keep me a bit more alert.
I hold the file in my lap as I drive; I check out some other details, I turn over one
of the pages, known contacts,
Xian Pu, age 31- status Amazon Warrior
Fuck, what the hell do the Amazons have to do with this? Things keep on getting from
bad to worse.
It was a setup-- Ryoga knew it too. "Sayuri-san, if anything happens tonight, I want
you to go to Nerima, Tokyo. Go find a Ranma Saotome. He'll help you out."
I laughed, Ryoga was indestructible. Was being the operative word. We were double crossed
by our own goddamn government and now I'm being hunted like a little dog.
I pull over in a motel. I'll steal a car before I go, I've been driving this one too long.
I look over to the horizon. There's a storm brewing...
________________
I honestly have no idea where I'm going to go with this, but suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
This fic is still in the conceptualizing phase.