This is one part of many little short stories spun off from
my Officer Saotome series. It's sort of a prequel, detailing
the daily life of Ranma during his days as a policeman. You
will have to read Officer Saotome as a prerequisite before
reading this, otherwise don't blame me if the story seems
totally out of line, or if it is uninteresting to you. I
doubt most people will be too interested in this spin-off,
since it was spawned from the suggestions of one fan.
Here are a few things you must know while reading this:
-For all of you readers, PLEASE read the notes at the end of
the fic before you start flaming me for things that you
don't understand or think is bogus, my notes just might
answer all your questions. If that doesn't do it, feel free
to pound away at my mailbox.
Ooop, as always, my fics are all R-rated in terms of movie
ratings, and this one is no exception. So don't complain!
Otherwise, enjoy! ^_^
-SgtRanma
Please visit my website at http://sgtranma.anifics.com! New
fics will always appear there first! And I update often!
****ONCE AGAIN, I'M WARNING YOU. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY
PREVIOUS FIC OFFICER SAOTOME UP TO CHAPTER 4 COMPLETELY, DO
NOT READ THIS. OTHERWISE IT WILL NOT MAKE SENSE! THIS IS A
PREQUEL! OFFICER SAOTOME CAN BE FOUND IN THE WEBSITE
MENTIONED ABOVE!****
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The Daily Report
File No. 01a Prologue: You're my partner?! I can't believe
this!
January 27th, 1999.
77th Street Division Precinct, LAPD - Los Angeles,
California. 1:06 PM.
"Ite, that stings."
The older police sergeant smacked the head of the young
patrolman he was medically treating. The gash was mild at
worst, it was still amazing how little damage there was to
the skull with the amount of impact it had received.
"Stop whining," Sergeant Roscoe Villela chided. "If I
didn't know any better I'd call you a little pussy,
Saotome."
Second year Los Angeles Police Department patrolman
Ranma Saotome looked up to his commanding officer, with a
twist to a side of his lips. "Jeez, Sarge. I just got hit by
a punk who was swinging steel beams on a stolen mini-crane,
how am I supposed to react?" For a guy who'd been living in
a foreign country for only five years, his English accent
was pretty good.
Sergeant Villela got up from his seat and examined one
last time. "Boy, someone had a bowl of sarcasm for breakfast
this morning," he playfully said. He tapped Ranma on the
head, causing him to wince. "There's nothing wrong with your
head, except shit for brains and just a little bit of
bleeding, nothing serious. You won't need any sewing
either."
Ranma got up from his seat, popping two pain killers
that were lying on the counter into his mouth. "Yeah, thanks
a lot. And I STILL have to go back on the street again."
The older officer laughed. "Don't worry, a manly and
strong guy like you can dish it out."
The pigtailed boy responded in kind with a middle
finger raised. "Let me find my lazy ass partner who should
be eating potato chips in the lounge so we can head out
again."
"Actually," Villela stopped him. "You have another
agenda on your itinerary today. Sergeant Kromwell is no
longer your partner as of now. Lieutenant Patchett wants to
see you about something, Saotome."
"Huh?" Ranma frowned. This was unusual. He hastily
thanked Roscoe and ran over to the traffic bureau's
commanding officer in the station.
Ranma opened up the cheap, stained wood door that led to
the office of a nerdy looking middle-aged man in a neat
uniform. His glasses were round and small, almost like the
spectacles that genius-types stereotypically wore, and he
had a stack of paperwork just like every other desk jockey
that worked for the department.
The young P2 officer barged in and swiftly set his
derriere on a cheap plastic seat.
"P2 Officer Ranma Saotome reporting, sir. Did you call
for me, Lieutenant?" Ranma chirped crisply.
A change of things was not a good thing for this man,
all the more reason for him being a republican and an
extreme conservative within the department. This was the
reason why 35 year old Patchett, an exceedingly anal guy for
his age, heavily disliked what he had to assign to the young
cop in front of him.
"Close your motor mouth for a second and listen to what
I've got to say," Patchett said. He pulled out a small
manila folder from a desk drawer and laid it on top of his
desk. "I've received orders from the higher up to hook you
up with a rookie as a commanding officer," Patchett said,
visibly annoyed.
"What?" Ranma replied confusedly. "What are you talking
about, Lieutenant? I thought only S1 ranks and above were
allowed to be partnered up with P2 or lower ranks," the
pigtailed boy asked. It seemed today just happened to be a
red letter day for strange occasions.
"That's what I thought too, and that's what official
LAPD procedures state too," Patchett said. He wasn't
particularly annoyed at Ranma himself, who was a perfect
example of what a good cop should be in his eyes. It was
that the LAPD seemed to be going through a lot of major
changes and fluctuations in police procedures. Liberalism
was rearing its ugly head.
"Then what's with this order you received?" Ranma
asked, still confused.
"Well," Patchett smacked his lips and stood up from his
seat. "One of the instructors from Elysian Park just
graduated a particularly interesting and special cadet from
the Academy just last week."
"I think I can put two and two together," Ranma puffed
out. "So, who is he and why am I being partnered with him?"
The older officer took off his small glasses and looked
at Ranma, giving him an evil grin. "SHE, is a Japanese girl
who went to college here in the US just like you, and
somehow ended up pursuing a career in the law enforcement
business."
"She?!" Ranma blurted. "What the hell is so special
about this girl?"
"She's a fucking rogue just like you were, that's what.
According to what I heard about her anyway," Patchett said
resignedly. "I personally don't like this kooky idea that
those crazy young guys over at the Academy thought up, but
at the same time I can't do jack shit about it."
Ranma scratched the back of his head, seemingly deep in
thought, although he was really worried about what kind of
person his new partner would be. "Okay... when do I meet
her then?" he hesitantly asked.
"Read this file of her first. She's going to be in the
debriefing room at 1:45 sharp," Patchett said, handing Ranma
the folder.
"Did you get any other reason as to why she's being
partnered up with me? Does the chief even sanction this?" He
flipped through the folder, skimming through the various
documents.
"That cocksucker Parks doesn't need to know. As much as
I hate radical ideas from young 'uns within the department,
I hate listening to him even more," Patchett said coldly.
"Wow, graduating at the top of her class, and
graduating with the 2nd best overall merit in the history of
the department? That's impressive, I'm the only one who
graduated higher than her at 1st place," Ranma said, nodding
his head in amazement.
Patchett raised his eyebrows. "You should check out her
athletic records, they're quite astonishing."
Ranma flipped over to a section that displayed the
results of the various and repetitive physical aptitude
tests that cadets received in the LA Police Academy. "Oh,
shit. She ran the ten mile torture run in an hour and ten
minutes? That's only five minutes slower than I did!" And
here he thought he was the most physically able person on
the force. That was no longer true.
"Yeah, she should be fast. She tried out for the
Olympics back in '96 for the Japanese team. Top of her group
in the running and aquatics field over there too."
"100 meter dash in 9.54* seconds? Running 26 miles in
the LA Marathon in 3 hours and 28 minutes? Yeow." Ranma
feared what kind of girl his new partner would be. Chances
were she'd be built like a brick and would be borderlining
that fine line between woman/sheman.
*A 9.54sec 100m dash would be faster than the current world
record time, but since this is sort of in the anime world,
I'll let it pass.
"The thing is, she broke her leg while doing a
triathlon practice run about a month before the summer
Olympics. That sort of killed her dreams, so she resumed her
college life here in the US," Patchett said. "Such a tragic
story, eh?"
"Nah," Ranma waved him off. "I've heard and experienced
worse." Ranma closed the folder and read the cover. "Ichino
Yanagida."
"I guess she kept her Japanese name like you did. By
the way, you're going to be working four extra hours today
as overtime so that you can get acquainted with your new
partner."
Ranma shrugged and got up from his seat. "Whatever.
I'll go find her now then. I'll report to you later,
Lieutenant."
"Good, get out then," Patchett pointed out, smiling.
Despite being an anal conservative, Ranma was one of those
few officers out there who always pleased him. The kid was a
bit of a troublemaker, but better than being a lazy or
rotten cop. "Oh yeah, don't forget to carefully explain to
her about your special 'condition', Saotome!" he yelled out
before Ranma walked out, snorting.
The busy operational rooms of the station were
cluttered messily with desks and paperwork, across the room
into the entrance of the hallway the corridors were littered
with criminals being dragged here and fro to different
places, either to be jailed or to be interrogated.
Ranma avoided the mess by zig zagging around the
various people and disorganized objects, gracefully avoiding
a criminal who was thrashing violently in handcuffs or a
senior officer walking back to his desk with a 32 ounce
slugger of coffee.
He finally walked through the doors of the debriefing
room, which looked like a regular classroom, with
whiteboards, desks, and several bulletin boards showing
various info. There was a huge laminated poster that showed
a magnified view of East LA, and different borders
highlighting patrol routes and jurisdictional lines.
At the moment the room was completely empty and it was
still only 1:30, and the next shift change wouldn't be until
at least 2 o'clock. He walked around and read the different
messages and posts on the bulletin board to pass time.
"Hmm... a '94 Chevy Impala SS for sale, with a 12 bolt
rearend, 4.10 gears, LT4 hot cams, 3200 rpm high stall
torque converter, and Flowmaster exhaust, plus much more,
all in excellent condition," Ranma read from one of the
classified ads of a police newspaper cutout. It seemed like
a good deal, he needed to buy another car soon anyway, his
current one was about to go in shambles. He jotted down the
phone number of the ad to give it an inquiry.
Ranma felt the wall getting pounded from the other
side, along with a couple of garbled yells. He smiled, it
was probably a cop ramming some suspect's head against the
wall for doing something stupid.
A slender figure walked in the room at that moment,
slipping past Ranma's eyes but not his aural senses as she
walked in and placed her large duffel bag on the ground.
Ranma turned to see who it was.
She was Asian, either of Korean, Chinese, or Japanese
ethnicity at first glance. She wore a small pair of tan
cargo shorts that amorously showed off her long and
attractive legs complimented with a pair of trendy looking
running shoes, a small black t-shirt on top of a white vest
that came down to her midriff and exposed her thin waist but
also showed that she was a bit flat chested, and an overall
figure that wasn't a buxom bombshell, but an athletically
attractive one. Her face was very pretty, sharp looking, and
full of charisma. The hair was short, neat, and very sporty
looking, for a lack of a better description.
The way she looked definitely caught his attention, but
so did something else. "Excuse, me what are you doing here?
Are you lost?" This person could've been some civilian who
had lost her way and ended up in the wrong room, or it very
well could have been that she was a dangerous criminal.
Looks could be deceiving in a town like LA. It couldn't
possibly have been his new partner, it was too early for her
to be here.
"Naya?" The girl looked startled, she turned to see a
handsome and well built ponytailed man in a standard issue
blue police uniform. "Excuse me?"
"I said what are you doing here? And are you lost?"
Ranma repeated. This time, his right hand latched onto his
holster on his right hip. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly said. "I'm a rookie who
just transferred into this division," she tried to explain.
She hastily opened up her duffel bag and pulled out her
badge and a blue and white ID card showing she was LAPD.
"Today's my first day here, I was told to come into the
debriefing room instead of coming to the orientation
meeting."
Ranma removed his hand from his holster and his eyes
widened. It never occurred to him this girl could be is
partner. He looked her over again. No, she couldn't be!
"What is your name?" Ranma asked cautiously.
"Officer P1, Yanagida, Ichino!" she crisply said. She
wanted to make a good first impression with everyone she
met. This officer looked vaguely familiar though...
His suspicions were on target. "You're Ichino
Yanagida?" he said, chuckling nervously. He looked at her
one more time. And here he thought he was going to get some
big, muscular, tomboy.
"Yes, sir. I've been assigned to the 77th Street
Division, and was told I'd be partnered up specially instead
of going to an orientation.
Ranma cringed slightly and walked towards her. He
towered her by a bit, she was only about 5' 5", maybe 5' 6".
He usually intimidated most grown men towering himself just
by looking at him, but this girl seemed to be impervious to
that. She just gave a sly grin.
"Well, well. Welcome to 77th Street. I'm your partner,
P2 Saotome, Ranma. Yoroshiku." He gave her a small two
fingered salute as a gesture of friendliness.
"Ranma Saotome?" Her brain shifted from vague to
overwhelmed. "You're Ranma Saotome? THE Ranma Saotome?" she
asked in disbelief.
"Yep," he said, simply nodding. "That's me."
She'd heard the stories, seen the news, and listened to
the rants. The instructors over at the academy used to talk
non stop about how great she was but how uncannily similar
she was to him. He was the greatest cadet to ever graduate
from the academy, just above herself, in which she was
flustered to learn. He'd done everything better, achieved
them harder, had gone to Fort Pendleton, and was even
rumored to have received SWAT training as a special
privilege. "You're my partner?! I can't believe this!"
Ranma was taken aback. "What do you mean? Were you
expecting someone else?" he asked, surprised.
Ichino grabbed one of his hands and shook it
vigorously, looking very pleased to meet him. "You're like
already a legend around here! I can't believe I get to work
with you!"
"Yeah, I'm glad too. Now that we know each other,
change into your Blues* and meet me in the motor pool. The
girls locker is around the west end of the building."
"Ookini. I'll meet you out in a couple of minutes then,
bye!" she said, walking out.
"Alright, then." Ookini? Was she from Osaka, he
wondered? Oh well, he'd get to know her later.
Ranma left the room himself as an entire congregation
of men and women poured into the room for the shift change.
He walked out a service entrance of the building and to a
large lot full of black and white police cruisers. There was
a mix of Ford Crown Vics and Chevy Caprice, tricked out with
deck lights, hi-power floodlights next to the side view
mirrors and a steel and plastic cage on the inside to tie
down criminals.
Ranma held the keys to a Caprice, the car of his choice
among the two. The Ford had better handling, but the Caprice
had a 5.7L LT1 V8 engine with a mean and powerful pushrod
grunt, compared to the Ford's smaller displacement 4.6L SOHC
V8. The performance difference was a huge benefit, crucial
during a response to a call for help or for short bursting
street chases. He pulled his car over to a gas pump inside
the lot, proceeding to fill it up with some petrol.
"I'm ready!"
Ranma turned around to see her in her uniform. She was
adjusting her Sam Brown* and fitting in her ASP collapsible
baton into a plastic holder.
"Good," Ranma said to her. He pointed to the passenger
door. "Get in, lets go for a ride."
[End Prologue]
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I don't own Ranma, nor do I
own Ichino Yanagida. Don't sue me.
Author's Ramble: The idea and inspiration for this new
spinoff series came to me one night while I was talking in a
fanfic chat room. Thermopyle was telling me how it sucked
that I killed off Ichino Yanagida in chp 4 of my main fanfic
series, Officer Saotome. I personally regretted having to
kill off such a cool character in the same chapter of
introducing her, so I listened to Therm's ranting. I told
him that I had always been thinking of making a bunch of
short stories that detailed Ranma's daily life as either a
police officer in LA or as a college student. Since there
already is a good fanfic series out there about Ranma and
daily college life (*cough, cough, Daigakusei no Ranma,
cough, cough*), I chose the police arc instead. When I
presented this idea, Therm suggested that I implement his
daily life with Ichino instead, since we were already
talking about her. This struck me as a real good idea, and
it inspired me to write something on impulse. And here is
the result. For now this is only a prologue to this series,
so I kept it short and hopefully interesting. I'm definitely
gonna try to stretch this to many chapters (err... files),
just like a regular TV series.
Author's Notes: All the names of the officers are fictional,
except for Chief Bernard Parks. He is the current LAPD Chief
of Police (as of 2-24-2002), but hopefully they'll kick him
the fuck out of office in the upcoming weeks because he's a
bad administrator.
The "Blues" is another term for the standard issue LAPD
uniform. Detectives and senior plain clothes officers tend
to call groups of young patrolmen the "Blues."
A Sam Brown is the big huge belt of tools and equipment
that police officers wear when they are in patrol uniforms.
It consists of a gun holster, magazine holders, two baton
holders, a pepper spray holster, handcuff case, key holder,
radio clip, and etc...depending on the police officer.
If you read this you should've read Officer Saotome
first as a prerequisite. If not, then this fic should've
been a complete load of crap in which you shouldn't be able
to understand. If you don't know yet, Ichino Yanagida is a
character from the anime Battle Athletes Victory (or
Daiundokai).
This prologue "file" has not been prereaded by anyone
because I felt it was too short to bother with. However I do
want to thank Thermopyle for giving me the idea to write it.
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Finished February 24th, 2002.
my Officer Saotome series. It's sort of a prequel, detailing
the daily life of Ranma during his days as a policeman. You
will have to read Officer Saotome as a prerequisite before
reading this, otherwise don't blame me if the story seems
totally out of line, or if it is uninteresting to you. I
doubt most people will be too interested in this spin-off,
since it was spawned from the suggestions of one fan.
Here are a few things you must know while reading this:
-For all of you readers, PLEASE read the notes at the end of
the fic before you start flaming me for things that you
don't understand or think is bogus, my notes just might
answer all your questions. If that doesn't do it, feel free
to pound away at my mailbox.
Ooop, as always, my fics are all R-rated in terms of movie
ratings, and this one is no exception. So don't complain!
Otherwise, enjoy! ^_^
-SgtRanma
Please visit my website at http://sgtranma.anifics.com! New
fics will always appear there first! And I update often!
****ONCE AGAIN, I'M WARNING YOU. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY
PREVIOUS FIC OFFICER SAOTOME UP TO CHAPTER 4 COMPLETELY, DO
NOT READ THIS. OTHERWISE IT WILL NOT MAKE SENSE! THIS IS A
PREQUEL! OFFICER SAOTOME CAN BE FOUND IN THE WEBSITE
MENTIONED ABOVE!****
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The Daily Report
File No. 01a Prologue: You're my partner?! I can't believe
this!
January 27th, 1999.
77th Street Division Precinct, LAPD - Los Angeles,
California. 1:06 PM.
"Ite, that stings."
The older police sergeant smacked the head of the young
patrolman he was medically treating. The gash was mild at
worst, it was still amazing how little damage there was to
the skull with the amount of impact it had received.
"Stop whining," Sergeant Roscoe Villela chided. "If I
didn't know any better I'd call you a little pussy,
Saotome."
Second year Los Angeles Police Department patrolman
Ranma Saotome looked up to his commanding officer, with a
twist to a side of his lips. "Jeez, Sarge. I just got hit by
a punk who was swinging steel beams on a stolen mini-crane,
how am I supposed to react?" For a guy who'd been living in
a foreign country for only five years, his English accent
was pretty good.
Sergeant Villela got up from his seat and examined one
last time. "Boy, someone had a bowl of sarcasm for breakfast
this morning," he playfully said. He tapped Ranma on the
head, causing him to wince. "There's nothing wrong with your
head, except shit for brains and just a little bit of
bleeding, nothing serious. You won't need any sewing
either."
Ranma got up from his seat, popping two pain killers
that were lying on the counter into his mouth. "Yeah, thanks
a lot. And I STILL have to go back on the street again."
The older officer laughed. "Don't worry, a manly and
strong guy like you can dish it out."
The pigtailed boy responded in kind with a middle
finger raised. "Let me find my lazy ass partner who should
be eating potato chips in the lounge so we can head out
again."
"Actually," Villela stopped him. "You have another
agenda on your itinerary today. Sergeant Kromwell is no
longer your partner as of now. Lieutenant Patchett wants to
see you about something, Saotome."
"Huh?" Ranma frowned. This was unusual. He hastily
thanked Roscoe and ran over to the traffic bureau's
commanding officer in the station.
Ranma opened up the cheap, stained wood door that led to
the office of a nerdy looking middle-aged man in a neat
uniform. His glasses were round and small, almost like the
spectacles that genius-types stereotypically wore, and he
had a stack of paperwork just like every other desk jockey
that worked for the department.
The young P2 officer barged in and swiftly set his
derriere on a cheap plastic seat.
"P2 Officer Ranma Saotome reporting, sir. Did you call
for me, Lieutenant?" Ranma chirped crisply.
A change of things was not a good thing for this man,
all the more reason for him being a republican and an
extreme conservative within the department. This was the
reason why 35 year old Patchett, an exceedingly anal guy for
his age, heavily disliked what he had to assign to the young
cop in front of him.
"Close your motor mouth for a second and listen to what
I've got to say," Patchett said. He pulled out a small
manila folder from a desk drawer and laid it on top of his
desk. "I've received orders from the higher up to hook you
up with a rookie as a commanding officer," Patchett said,
visibly annoyed.
"What?" Ranma replied confusedly. "What are you talking
about, Lieutenant? I thought only S1 ranks and above were
allowed to be partnered up with P2 or lower ranks," the
pigtailed boy asked. It seemed today just happened to be a
red letter day for strange occasions.
"That's what I thought too, and that's what official
LAPD procedures state too," Patchett said. He wasn't
particularly annoyed at Ranma himself, who was a perfect
example of what a good cop should be in his eyes. It was
that the LAPD seemed to be going through a lot of major
changes and fluctuations in police procedures. Liberalism
was rearing its ugly head.
"Then what's with this order you received?" Ranma
asked, still confused.
"Well," Patchett smacked his lips and stood up from his
seat. "One of the instructors from Elysian Park just
graduated a particularly interesting and special cadet from
the Academy just last week."
"I think I can put two and two together," Ranma puffed
out. "So, who is he and why am I being partnered with him?"
The older officer took off his small glasses and looked
at Ranma, giving him an evil grin. "SHE, is a Japanese girl
who went to college here in the US just like you, and
somehow ended up pursuing a career in the law enforcement
business."
"She?!" Ranma blurted. "What the hell is so special
about this girl?"
"She's a fucking rogue just like you were, that's what.
According to what I heard about her anyway," Patchett said
resignedly. "I personally don't like this kooky idea that
those crazy young guys over at the Academy thought up, but
at the same time I can't do jack shit about it."
Ranma scratched the back of his head, seemingly deep in
thought, although he was really worried about what kind of
person his new partner would be. "Okay... when do I meet
her then?" he hesitantly asked.
"Read this file of her first. She's going to be in the
debriefing room at 1:45 sharp," Patchett said, handing Ranma
the folder.
"Did you get any other reason as to why she's being
partnered up with me? Does the chief even sanction this?" He
flipped through the folder, skimming through the various
documents.
"That cocksucker Parks doesn't need to know. As much as
I hate radical ideas from young 'uns within the department,
I hate listening to him even more," Patchett said coldly.
"Wow, graduating at the top of her class, and
graduating with the 2nd best overall merit in the history of
the department? That's impressive, I'm the only one who
graduated higher than her at 1st place," Ranma said, nodding
his head in amazement.
Patchett raised his eyebrows. "You should check out her
athletic records, they're quite astonishing."
Ranma flipped over to a section that displayed the
results of the various and repetitive physical aptitude
tests that cadets received in the LA Police Academy. "Oh,
shit. She ran the ten mile torture run in an hour and ten
minutes? That's only five minutes slower than I did!" And
here he thought he was the most physically able person on
the force. That was no longer true.
"Yeah, she should be fast. She tried out for the
Olympics back in '96 for the Japanese team. Top of her group
in the running and aquatics field over there too."
"100 meter dash in 9.54* seconds? Running 26 miles in
the LA Marathon in 3 hours and 28 minutes? Yeow." Ranma
feared what kind of girl his new partner would be. Chances
were she'd be built like a brick and would be borderlining
that fine line between woman/sheman.
*A 9.54sec 100m dash would be faster than the current world
record time, but since this is sort of in the anime world,
I'll let it pass.
"The thing is, she broke her leg while doing a
triathlon practice run about a month before the summer
Olympics. That sort of killed her dreams, so she resumed her
college life here in the US," Patchett said. "Such a tragic
story, eh?"
"Nah," Ranma waved him off. "I've heard and experienced
worse." Ranma closed the folder and read the cover. "Ichino
Yanagida."
"I guess she kept her Japanese name like you did. By
the way, you're going to be working four extra hours today
as overtime so that you can get acquainted with your new
partner."
Ranma shrugged and got up from his seat. "Whatever.
I'll go find her now then. I'll report to you later,
Lieutenant."
"Good, get out then," Patchett pointed out, smiling.
Despite being an anal conservative, Ranma was one of those
few officers out there who always pleased him. The kid was a
bit of a troublemaker, but better than being a lazy or
rotten cop. "Oh yeah, don't forget to carefully explain to
her about your special 'condition', Saotome!" he yelled out
before Ranma walked out, snorting.
The busy operational rooms of the station were
cluttered messily with desks and paperwork, across the room
into the entrance of the hallway the corridors were littered
with criminals being dragged here and fro to different
places, either to be jailed or to be interrogated.
Ranma avoided the mess by zig zagging around the
various people and disorganized objects, gracefully avoiding
a criminal who was thrashing violently in handcuffs or a
senior officer walking back to his desk with a 32 ounce
slugger of coffee.
He finally walked through the doors of the debriefing
room, which looked like a regular classroom, with
whiteboards, desks, and several bulletin boards showing
various info. There was a huge laminated poster that showed
a magnified view of East LA, and different borders
highlighting patrol routes and jurisdictional lines.
At the moment the room was completely empty and it was
still only 1:30, and the next shift change wouldn't be until
at least 2 o'clock. He walked around and read the different
messages and posts on the bulletin board to pass time.
"Hmm... a '94 Chevy Impala SS for sale, with a 12 bolt
rearend, 4.10 gears, LT4 hot cams, 3200 rpm high stall
torque converter, and Flowmaster exhaust, plus much more,
all in excellent condition," Ranma read from one of the
classified ads of a police newspaper cutout. It seemed like
a good deal, he needed to buy another car soon anyway, his
current one was about to go in shambles. He jotted down the
phone number of the ad to give it an inquiry.
Ranma felt the wall getting pounded from the other
side, along with a couple of garbled yells. He smiled, it
was probably a cop ramming some suspect's head against the
wall for doing something stupid.
A slender figure walked in the room at that moment,
slipping past Ranma's eyes but not his aural senses as she
walked in and placed her large duffel bag on the ground.
Ranma turned to see who it was.
She was Asian, either of Korean, Chinese, or Japanese
ethnicity at first glance. She wore a small pair of tan
cargo shorts that amorously showed off her long and
attractive legs complimented with a pair of trendy looking
running shoes, a small black t-shirt on top of a white vest
that came down to her midriff and exposed her thin waist but
also showed that she was a bit flat chested, and an overall
figure that wasn't a buxom bombshell, but an athletically
attractive one. Her face was very pretty, sharp looking, and
full of charisma. The hair was short, neat, and very sporty
looking, for a lack of a better description.
The way she looked definitely caught his attention, but
so did something else. "Excuse, me what are you doing here?
Are you lost?" This person could've been some civilian who
had lost her way and ended up in the wrong room, or it very
well could have been that she was a dangerous criminal.
Looks could be deceiving in a town like LA. It couldn't
possibly have been his new partner, it was too early for her
to be here.
"Naya?" The girl looked startled, she turned to see a
handsome and well built ponytailed man in a standard issue
blue police uniform. "Excuse me?"
"I said what are you doing here? And are you lost?"
Ranma repeated. This time, his right hand latched onto his
holster on his right hip. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly said. "I'm a rookie who
just transferred into this division," she tried to explain.
She hastily opened up her duffel bag and pulled out her
badge and a blue and white ID card showing she was LAPD.
"Today's my first day here, I was told to come into the
debriefing room instead of coming to the orientation
meeting."
Ranma removed his hand from his holster and his eyes
widened. It never occurred to him this girl could be is
partner. He looked her over again. No, she couldn't be!
"What is your name?" Ranma asked cautiously.
"Officer P1, Yanagida, Ichino!" she crisply said. She
wanted to make a good first impression with everyone she
met. This officer looked vaguely familiar though...
His suspicions were on target. "You're Ichino
Yanagida?" he said, chuckling nervously. He looked at her
one more time. And here he thought he was going to get some
big, muscular, tomboy.
"Yes, sir. I've been assigned to the 77th Street
Division, and was told I'd be partnered up specially instead
of going to an orientation.
Ranma cringed slightly and walked towards her. He
towered her by a bit, she was only about 5' 5", maybe 5' 6".
He usually intimidated most grown men towering himself just
by looking at him, but this girl seemed to be impervious to
that. She just gave a sly grin.
"Well, well. Welcome to 77th Street. I'm your partner,
P2 Saotome, Ranma. Yoroshiku." He gave her a small two
fingered salute as a gesture of friendliness.
"Ranma Saotome?" Her brain shifted from vague to
overwhelmed. "You're Ranma Saotome? THE Ranma Saotome?" she
asked in disbelief.
"Yep," he said, simply nodding. "That's me."
She'd heard the stories, seen the news, and listened to
the rants. The instructors over at the academy used to talk
non stop about how great she was but how uncannily similar
she was to him. He was the greatest cadet to ever graduate
from the academy, just above herself, in which she was
flustered to learn. He'd done everything better, achieved
them harder, had gone to Fort Pendleton, and was even
rumored to have received SWAT training as a special
privilege. "You're my partner?! I can't believe this!"
Ranma was taken aback. "What do you mean? Were you
expecting someone else?" he asked, surprised.
Ichino grabbed one of his hands and shook it
vigorously, looking very pleased to meet him. "You're like
already a legend around here! I can't believe I get to work
with you!"
"Yeah, I'm glad too. Now that we know each other,
change into your Blues* and meet me in the motor pool. The
girls locker is around the west end of the building."
"Ookini. I'll meet you out in a couple of minutes then,
bye!" she said, walking out.
"Alright, then." Ookini? Was she from Osaka, he
wondered? Oh well, he'd get to know her later.
Ranma left the room himself as an entire congregation
of men and women poured into the room for the shift change.
He walked out a service entrance of the building and to a
large lot full of black and white police cruisers. There was
a mix of Ford Crown Vics and Chevy Caprice, tricked out with
deck lights, hi-power floodlights next to the side view
mirrors and a steel and plastic cage on the inside to tie
down criminals.
Ranma held the keys to a Caprice, the car of his choice
among the two. The Ford had better handling, but the Caprice
had a 5.7L LT1 V8 engine with a mean and powerful pushrod
grunt, compared to the Ford's smaller displacement 4.6L SOHC
V8. The performance difference was a huge benefit, crucial
during a response to a call for help or for short bursting
street chases. He pulled his car over to a gas pump inside
the lot, proceeding to fill it up with some petrol.
"I'm ready!"
Ranma turned around to see her in her uniform. She was
adjusting her Sam Brown* and fitting in her ASP collapsible
baton into a plastic holder.
"Good," Ranma said to her. He pointed to the passenger
door. "Get in, lets go for a ride."
[End Prologue]
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I don't own Ranma, nor do I
own Ichino Yanagida. Don't sue me.
Author's Ramble: The idea and inspiration for this new
spinoff series came to me one night while I was talking in a
fanfic chat room. Thermopyle was telling me how it sucked
that I killed off Ichino Yanagida in chp 4 of my main fanfic
series, Officer Saotome. I personally regretted having to
kill off such a cool character in the same chapter of
introducing her, so I listened to Therm's ranting. I told
him that I had always been thinking of making a bunch of
short stories that detailed Ranma's daily life as either a
police officer in LA or as a college student. Since there
already is a good fanfic series out there about Ranma and
daily college life (*cough, cough, Daigakusei no Ranma,
cough, cough*), I chose the police arc instead. When I
presented this idea, Therm suggested that I implement his
daily life with Ichino instead, since we were already
talking about her. This struck me as a real good idea, and
it inspired me to write something on impulse. And here is
the result. For now this is only a prologue to this series,
so I kept it short and hopefully interesting. I'm definitely
gonna try to stretch this to many chapters (err... files),
just like a regular TV series.
Author's Notes: All the names of the officers are fictional,
except for Chief Bernard Parks. He is the current LAPD Chief
of Police (as of 2-24-2002), but hopefully they'll kick him
the fuck out of office in the upcoming weeks because he's a
bad administrator.
The "Blues" is another term for the standard issue LAPD
uniform. Detectives and senior plain clothes officers tend
to call groups of young patrolmen the "Blues."
A Sam Brown is the big huge belt of tools and equipment
that police officers wear when they are in patrol uniforms.
It consists of a gun holster, magazine holders, two baton
holders, a pepper spray holster, handcuff case, key holder,
radio clip, and etc...depending on the police officer.
If you read this you should've read Officer Saotome
first as a prerequisite. If not, then this fic should've
been a complete load of crap in which you shouldn't be able
to understand. If you don't know yet, Ichino Yanagida is a
character from the anime Battle Athletes Victory (or
Daiundokai).
This prologue "file" has not been prereaded by anyone
because I felt it was too short to bother with. However I do
want to thank Thermopyle for giving me the idea to write it.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK!!! I write way
faster when people give me feedback! My e-mail is
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always update there often, and fics always come there first.
Finished February 24th, 2002.