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Chapter 2: A Date To Remember!
Ranma knelt down in a crouch, wondering just what he would do. His mother had agreed to pay any cost for living and expenses, provided he gave her a copy of his acceptance letter, and from the looks of things, he would be stuck here all on by his lonesome. "Kuso!" he cursed, throwing a rock across the street before him. "Well, no sense moping around! Maybe I can get Kodachi to loan a few Ryo…" he mused.
As quickly as the thought came to him, he shot it, stomp on it and buried it in acid. The last time he borrowed from her, she demanded he pay in skin. He was well prepared to give her his skin, however, he got his first intro to the world of erotica…
Ranma snapped his fingers, "That's right! I made a killing as a private stripper that one month!" he shouted, pumping a fist into the air. A man paused as he walked by Ranma, and shook his head. Ranma froze like a statue and slowly looked around to spot several people staring at him strangely. "Ahhh… Heh, heh," Ranma shot off like a rocket, leaping the height of the apartment complex behind him.
"Did you see that guy?"
"I'd pay money to see him strip for me…"
One particular woman dressed in neutral gray business attire flipped open her cell phone and dialed a number. "Ryuunosuke, I've got an assignment for you…"
Ranma stared at a male strip-joint and tried to steel his nerves. "Okay Ranma, you can do this. Not like you got any other talents…"
Decision made, he stepped in and was greeted by the sight of two-dozen women whooping and hollering as a man pulled away his pants to reveal a male thong beneath, hiding an impressive package. "…"
"OWW! Take 'em off!" "Shake it, big boy!" "Bring that over here!"
As Ranma made his way through the crowd, he could swear that he had every female eye on him. The entire club went silent, the muscular dance on stage long forgotten as they spotted fresh, young meat. By the time he had gotten to the bar, his butt was red and sore.
A man wearing little more than a bow-tie was behind the counter, wiping a shot glass. "Can I help you young man?"
Ranma nodded and sent a scathing glare at the woman who decided pulling off his shirt was okay. She was young, possibly the same age as Ranma; she had short cut silver hair, sexy slits for eyes and a fox-like face.
"Mmm, let mommie shee t'ose pecs, boyo…" she slurred. If she didn't reek of alcohol, Ranma may have said something; as it was, he pulled her top up over her face and watched as she tried to find the light switch. "Hey, s- someone turn on likes!" she demanded stumbling over tables in her drunken stupor.
Ranma shook his head in annoyance. "Yeah, I came here to get a job."
The barkeep nodded and bent low to retrieve an application form. "You get one of these if you get a reaction from the crowd," informed the man as he smirked at Ranma, in a decidedly interested way.
Ranma shivered and walked away, heading to the stage. "Okay ladies, Ranma needs rent money!" he called out as the DJ began to play Country Grammar, an American rap song…
(AN: if you want read Ranma's strip dance, I'll write a side story, okay?)
Ranma cackled as he put the pedal to the metal of his new Benz SUV; he didn't care what model it was, so long as he had a nice car.
With so many drunk women, demanding to see him naked, he had a group sign a contract. "At least Pops taught me something!" he shouted out the window as he whizzed down a street at 150 MPH.
As he was rollin on 22"s, coasting through one of Tokyo's main roads, a Nissan Skyline pulled beside him and gunned their engine. When the light began to change to red, Ranma slammed on the brakes and came to a halt an inch before running into a car in front of him.
Ranma looked over the passenger seat and down to the ground. Within the car was a young Japanese woman with long black hair, wearing a fishnet outfit that showed off her black lace bra. Ranma gunned the engine of his Benz and looked back over at her. She rolled down her window as they had a while before the light changed back to green.
Ranma got the message and let mechanized window lower. "Hey hot stuff," she called out. "Wanna show off your skills? Follow me!"
Ranma nodded and let his window back up. The moment the light switched, Ranma watched the chick burn rubber, drift a three-sixty and take off down the street. Ranma smirked, answering the woman's challenge and peeled out, chasing after his prey.
Light seemed to reach down from the lampposts and grab onto Ranma's car, before releasing him to the next. The steady thrum of his engine reminded him of the silence within the car. "Man, this is kinda boring," Ranma mused aloud as he followed the woman on a straightaway. He took a moment to flip on the radio, which just happened be playing a CD.
"I,
I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this
feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask
polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right
ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house
while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you
can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were
missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that
I've been kissing
Screamin'
No, we're never gonna
quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're
animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're
just a couple of animals"
Ranma grinned like fool, getting into the music. "Man, I've gotta learn English!"
(AN: song is Animals by Nickelback. As if you didn't know)
It had taken another five minutes of following the girl before they came to a congregation of all the fastest and best looking trick cars Ranma had ever seen. "Sugoi!" Ranma exclaimed as he walked around the lot, inspecting the various cars, while the owners blasted music.
Slowly Ranma began to realize that this was an unofficial car show. "Man, I would love to have one of those," came a female voice to Ranma's side. Ranma turned to look and spotted the woman who led him here. Now that he got a chance to actually look at her, he realized she was easily in her mid-twenties and was wearing black leather miniskirt with thigh-high, high-heeled black boots.
Ranma waved to her and she came to where he was. "This place is awesome! I haven't seen half of these types of cars, before!"
The woman smirked, adopting a look Ranma had come to associate with Nabiki. "If you win me that car over there," she pointed to a '76 Ford Mustang Stingray, "I'll give you any thing you want. Anything…" she punctuated by trailing a finger down Ranma's chest.
Ranma frowned. Three years of abstinence from the world's most beautiful woman had given him the ability to turn down anyone. "I ain't interested in sex," Ranma ignored the look of regret in the woman's eyes, "but I do need a place to stay."
The woman immediately brightened and thought of just how she could work her magic to get him a place to stay. "Deal!"
Ranma walked up to the owner of the Mustang and waited to get attention, which didn't take long. "Whatcha want kid?" asked the bishonen man as he stood from where he was chatting among friends.
Ranma pointed to the car, "I want your Mustang," he announced, drawing several sharp intakes of breathe.
"PINK SLIP!" came a loud call that echoed among the many people.
The man with the Mustang grinned cockily at Ranma. "Whatcha got to put up?"
Ranma raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding and turned to his new acquaintance. The woman latched on to Ranma's right arm, drawing another round of gasps. "The name's Haruka, kid," she whispered to Ranma. Ranma nodded and she turned to the Mustang's owner. "I'll put my Skyline up. That should be worth something, nay Kenji?"
Kenji, the owner of the Mustang, could only nod dumbly. "Yeah…" he quickly threw away his shock and turned to Ranma, thinking of owning Haruka's Skyline, the most sought after car in the underground circuit. "Alright kid, we go down Meiji, in a game of Redlight. First to cross twenty lights wins."
Ranma's head was spinning, he had no clue what the man said, but the crowd was whooping and hollering.
Haruka pulled Ranma to the side and handed him the keys to her car. "You can't drive stick-shift, right?"
Ranma blinked and did a double-take. "How'd you know that?"
Haruka smirked like a shark. "Trade secret, boy. By the time we reach Meiji, you'll be a pro, no get in and start driving!" she commanded.
Behind the duo several murmurs raised. "Haruka's dating again?"
"I heard she put her car up for grabs…"
"She's letting some kid drive her Skyline!"
"… for Kenji's Mustang Stingray!"
Ranma slammed the brakes, downshifted and banked right, through the entrance a tight alley. "You were right, Haruka!" Ranma shouted as he pressed the clutch and shifted up a gear. "I feel like a pro already!"
Haruka couldn't respond since she was clinging to her seatbelt, trying to keep her dinner. "…" She mumbled incoherently as she pointed to a dumpster a few meters in front of them.
Since Ranma was talking to Haruka, he didn't have his eyes on the road, and so, barely dodged the dumpster and the wall to the other side. "Hmmm… I've always wanted to try this," Ranma pondered aloud. Without warning he jerked the car to one side, then the other, causing the passenger side to raise off the ground roll against the brick wall of a building. "AWESOME! I didn't think I could do that in real life!"
Haruka grabbed a handy paper bag from the glove compartment and began taking deep breaths.
Ranma slammed the brakes and turned left, slamming the car back on all-fours. He twisted the steering wheel as far as the car let him as he slammed the gas, spinning the car in a one-eighty. "Man, this car drives itself!"
After stopping to let Haruka deposit her stomach contents it took a few minutes to drive to the start point – strangely, they were still five minutes earlier then anyone else.
Kenji pulled to a halt beside Ranma while at the same time, ten other cars blocked off traffic from behind the two. He grinned at Ranma through the windows and gave him the bird.
Ranma smirked and gunned the engine. When Kenji stared into Ranma's car again, Ranma charged an energy ball and floored the gas and clutch, switching into first gear.
It took Kenji a good five seconds to recover from what he saw. But when he did, Kenji's Mustang roared to life and ripped up the asphalt as he peeled out.
Ranma laughed like a hyena as he took advantage of his three light headstart. His mirth was short lived when he caught sight of a rapidly approaching Mustang. He still didn't understand rules, but as he lowed for a yellow light and the Mustang zipped past, Ranma went for broke and went back up to third gear.
Coming to the seventh light, a redlight, Ranma had the Skyline redlining. He barely managed to swerve through the traffic and he caught up to Kenji. The two rode nose-to-nose as their cars maxed their engines; or so Ranma thought…
Kenji looked fearful for a moment, then he pointed to a switch on his console. "Bye, bye," he mouthed, waving at Ranma. When he flipped the switch he car shot like a bat out of hell and left Ranma feeling cheated.
Ranma searched around his own console, seeking a turbo switch of his own. He couldn't find one but as he gave up, his thumb pressed a small red button. The sound of air being rapidly released scared the crap out of Ranma. Then the car spewed blue flames from the exhaust and he was catching up to the Mustang.
Ranma slipped in front of the Mustang and began weaving to and fro, preventing Kenji from getting back in front. Ranma flipped Kenji the bird, through his back windshield. Suddenly he realized something bad…
Right in front of him was traffic from people turning into the road. Ranma slammed on the horn and swerved through the congestion. "The hell're you doin' in my way!" Ranma shouted from his window.
Unfortunately for Ranma, but fortunate for Kenji, the Mustang rolled across an extended sidewalk, taking the lead again.
Ranma grit his teeth. "I ain't gonna lose to him!" he declared and forced his way to the oncoming traffic side. Several horns blared, but there fewer cars on this side. Ranma drove his Skyline at top speed through the oncoming cars, slipping back and forth while trying to catch up to Kenji. Ranma's luck seemed to be holding out when he spotted Kenji being held up at the eighteenth light by a turning semi.
Taking advantage of the smaller car, Ranma slipped below and zipped past an irate Kenji. Since Kenji had to start from zero, Ranma had the speed advantage, and used it to advantage. "Finally!" Ranma shouted as he came up to a green light. "One light to go, and I'm gonna win!"
However, Kenji wasn't dead yet. He redlined his Mustang and flipped the turbo switch, increasing his performance several fold. He hadn't gotten the title Widow Maker for losing! "Eat dust, kid!" he shouted as he zipped past Ranma, and through the last light.
Ranma slammed the steering wheel in agitation. "KUSO! KUSOKUSOKUSO! I had it!" he shouted.
Ranma came to a sliding halt and stepped out of the car. After thirty minutes, the coalition reformed at the finish line. Ranma had been dreading the reaction of Haruka for losing the race and not getting her the car she wanted. He still hadn't understood that he lost her car…
Haruka lit a cigarette and placed it in her mouth and let it dangle there. "I hear you almost beat Kenji?"
Ranma grimaced, hating that he lost. 'Ranma Saotome never loses!' "What a crock…" he grumbled.
Haruka patted Ranma's back and gave him her cig. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Ranma. Kenji's known as the Widow Maker," she informed. Internally she added 'he's also the only that ever beats…' "He got the name cause hardly anyone lives after racing him. The guy's a speed demon on NOS!" she exclaimed gesticulating her point.
Ranma sighed. "I shoulda beat 'em!"
Haruka grinned cattily. "You know what this means, right?" Seeing Ranma's confused expression, she elaborated. "You lost my car, so now you have to be my chauffer."
Ranma narrowed his eyes. "What's a chauffer? Is it some kind of sex slave? Cause I ain't gonna do it if it is!"
Haruka shook her head, wondering just what kind of life this kid lived to be so against sex. 'Unless he's gay…' she sent Ranma a curious glance, but said nothing of it. "It means you have to drive me around in your Benz."
"OHHHH!" Ranma sighed in mental relief. The last thing he needed was another woman chasing him; especially while he was going to Cram School, wherever that would be…
Ranma pulled in front a small teashop, titled 'Hinata Tea Shop'. Haruka hopped out of the passenger seat, wearing a modest set of pinstripe slacks and a horizontally stripe long-sleeve shirt. Ranma blushed again when he thought of her changing her clothes as she sat beside him.
"Thanks for the ride, Ranma-Kun," Haruka sent Ranma a smoky grin and close the door.
Ranma waited until Haruka was safely within and turned on a guiding light before leaving. As Ranma drove through the empty streets of Tokyo, he remembered the issues that awaited him. "Oh man… How am I gonna find a place to rent out here?"
He took a few moments to stare at the many hundreds of love motels and greatly overpriced apartments. While he had made a good sum from his act at the strip club, it wasn't near enough to afford an apartment, and so he was forced to rent a cheap a hotel for a one-nighter.
Ranma approached the check-in desk, where a young teenager with twin black pigtails was working, He flashed her an uneasy grin. He could swear he saw little hearts floating around her head. "Hi, I need a room for one night."
The girl nodded and scanned her folder for available rooms. "We only have a two-bedroom and the penthouse suite." While it was a big fat lie, her new boyfriend didn't need to know that. "Are you going to a college around here?" she pressed, leaning forward, wantonly.
Ranma's countenance darkened for a moment. "Yeah, I'm here to take the entrance exams for Todai and Meiji."
The girl nodded absently, dreaming of bragging to her friends of her catch. "You know, if you need anything, anything at all, just give my pager a beep!" she instructed giving Ranma her card and keys to his room. Ranma paid up and looked down one of the many halls.
Seeing the best opportunity she had to get into his room, she merrily put up a closed sign and grabbed Ranma by his wrist, leading him through the halls…
"Thank you miss…" Ranma trailed off as he realized he didn't know the girl's name.
The girl cheerfully supplied her name, "I'm Komi! Komi Natsuki," she bowed cutely and leapt into Ranma's arms, causing him to tense up. "You know, since you're going to be starting at Todai or Meiji, you should hook up with a young highschool girl!"
Ranma smiled kindly at the girl, while pushing her away. Internally he grimaced at the way his highschool life had gone. "I appreciate the suggestion, but I've got too many problems to start dating younger girls," he offered hoping to end that line of thinking now.
Too bad for Ranma, the young girl had other things in mind. "Its okay if you have a girlfriend on the side," she answered huskily. "As long as you treat me right, I'll be glad to share you!"
Ranma's mind went into over load and he fought to remain upright. 'A girl that says she's willing to share me? What's this world coming to?' Nervously, "Uhhh… No, that's alright. Besides you're a bit too young for me"
Komi frowned cutely as she put her hands on her hips. "I guess you don't superstition around here?" Ranma's brow went, letting her know to continue. "It's said that if you sleep with a highschooler of the opposite sex the night before testing, you'll get in no problem!"
Ranma rolled his eyes and set his bags by his bed. "I didn't think young girls were so hard up for sex?" he accused, causing Komi to blush. 'So long as mom doesn't find out I turned sex down again, I should be fine!'
Just then, Ranma's pager rang, it was his mother, sending a message to bring back a few souvenirs and a couple girlfriends, preferably willing to have babies. Ranma's heads slumped. "Hey, you really want to have sex?"
Komi flushed clear to her toes. She hadn't thought the guy would actually accept. "I… I'm not ready for that kind of thing…" she mumbled beneath her breath.
Apparently Ranma heard because he started escorting the girl out of his room. "I should've known. Oh well, maybe that one lady, what was her name… Haruka? Yeah! Maybe she'll be interested; she seems old enough to want kids."
Komi frowned as Ranma put her out and jumped back in when he tried to close the door. "Hey mister! Who do you think you are?!"
Ranma frowned and looked back at the door he could swear he shut. "What do you want from me?"
Komi froze in her diatribe to question herself. 'What do I want from him?' Before her mind could answer, she felt warm lips pressing against her own. Her mind had a total meltdown and she allowed Ranma to lead her to his bedroom…
End of Chapter 2! I hope you at least enjoyed some of it!
Oh well…
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