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[[ Radio frequency ]]
:thoughts:
"( english )"
"Japanese"
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CRIMSON TEARS CHAPTER 1 : LOSS OF A CHILD, BIRTH OF A HUNTER
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Kitakami Mountains, Japan About Ten miles away
Despite the violent events occurring miles away, much of the forest remains undisturbed by it and remains in a quite but comforting silence only broken by a low sound coming from far away. A sound of a slight rumbling of a what sounds to be an engine can be heard in the distance. The Rumbling noise steadily increases in tempo and volume until upon the main dirt pathway of the forest a vehicle can be seen. It looks to be a large hybrid between a truck, Train and tank almost with slick black armoring with spacing shaped to the form of the holy cross covering the entire structure. The Front also has a large window in the shape of a cross upon it. Soon the vehicle slows down and stops smoke exhaust streaming from the pipes under the vehicle. Inside, the vehicle in the front steering sits a man.
From accurate description he could be described as gruff. Wearing a shirt pants
with a some light leather armoring and a double metal shoulder armor with a necklace
hanging down his muscle hardened chest with a holy cross at the end. His face
was much like his personality. His features much like someone who have found in
a woodsman or lumberjack with a mop of coal black hair and a short beard tracing along
his chin line to the chin itself. upon the dashboard sat his arm fitted crossbow and to the
side of his chair sat a quiver of silver arrows ready to be drawn and shot within a moments notice or less. He sat there a cigar gripped between his lips as he waited. A radio stood to the front of him as well as a number of small monitors stood blinking sending back hundreds of bytes of information about the area to him as they hunted their prey.
The radio responder crackled to life and young brash voice sounded from the other end.
[[ Borgoff I found some tracks ..looks like they passed by here awhile ago...about
four, five hours old max ]]
Borgoff grinned and took a smoke of his cigar enjoying the harsh warmth and sweet
taste of tar and nicotine it provided . the hunt was on . They had been paid a good
deal of money by all of the surrounding villages and towns to help destroy and rid
of the Were-beasts that were terrorizing their homes and crops. Three villagers have
already been killed ...one of their corpses found half devoured. They had been sighted
in this general area but they had lost their trail two days ago but finally found
it again. From the descriptions given by those who had seen them it looked to be a pack of Werewolves also know as Garou. Normally most Garou could be considered allies but it was known that their were a couple that are twisted mentally or physically and even both by their eternal enemy, the entity called the Wyrm. Borgoff guessed that this was the case since Werewolves tended to not eat human meat.
[[good we got a fresh trail. Nolt . you there?]]
[[yeah]] a single response can from the second oldest of the brothers.
[[ Nolt, head out with Kyle and scout out those were's position. Me, Leila, Grove and
Chang will follow up right behind you. ]]
[[ got it. ]]
[[ no problem ]]
"( what is the progress on Kyle and Nolt? )" came a soft voice behind him. Spinning his
chair around Borgoff turned to face Chang Lu Fi, the latest member of the Markus brothers bounty hunters. He was Japanese with a average height and build and wore traditional Chinese clothing consisting of trousers, jacket and slippers and wore his hair straight down his back and Borgoff noted his graceful steps which spoke of great power behind them. Chang was the resident martial arts specialist of the group and could even
throw energy projectiles if he wanted. however Borgoff himself preferred a quiver of
silver arrows to such any time though the skill could come in useful.
He returned his attention to the monitor and watched it tracked his two brother's progress.
According to the map they were about twenty miles ahead of them and approaching rocky terrain. Adjusting the monitors controls give more information about the area he addressed Chang on their newest lead.
"( Kyle's found the Werewolves trail and is scouting the path out with Nolt on
backup. )"
Chang nodded and turned to begin walking back when there was a huge flash of light
and a resounding boom could be hear in the distance. The intensity of the light was
so great that both of them had to cover their eyes momentarily from the flash .As
quick as it had come however the flash resided.
"( What the hell was that?!! )" Borgoff yelled
"( I felt a huge discharge of dark energy... )" started Chang
"( ..Vampires. )" finished Borgoff with a sneer.
"( What going on? what the hell was that flash? )" Leila came running up. Her features
entailed light blue eyes and short blonde hair with a lithe figure giving her excellent
agility and speed. She was wearing a red moto jacket and khaki's with a large gun holstered
to her side ready to be drawn at all times.
"( we don't know but Chang here felt a huge discharge of dark energy and you know what that
means.. )"
"( vamps. )" replied Leila her face contorting in disgust.
Borgoff nodded silently in confirmation before a thought came to him.
"( Fuck! Kyle! and Nolt! were in that direction.! )" Grabbing the radio he tuned the
radio into the proper frequency and spoke into the radio.
[[ Nolt. Kyle. are you guys alright? ]]
[[ were here Bro. ]] a audible sigh of relief can be heard from Borgoff's lips and a
grin returns onto his face before responding [[ What the hell was that! ]]
[[ We don't know. we were heading toward the site when we got blinded by that sudden burst of light. It looked to be about three miles from our position, we going to check it out now. ]]
[[ Got it. Chang said that the flash was dark energy and that means vamps are in the
area so keep an eye out. ]]
[[ got it ]]
For about ten minutes the radio crackled in silence as they waited for their
report. Suddenly a cry of 'holy shit!' could be heard from the speaker.
[[ Kyle what is it?! ]]
[[ ..... ]]
[[ Kyle! ]]
[[ ..s.shit Borgoff..you gotta see this! ]]
[[ what?! what is it? ]]
[[ trust me just get over here. ]]
Borgoff dropped the receiver and faced the pair who were already waiting for orders.
"( Chang your with me . Leila stay here with Grove )" both nodded and Leila went back in
to check on grove the youngest of the Markus brothers while Chang and Borgoff unloaded two uni-cycle units.(1)
With a slight tap the engine came alive and gave off a humming sound, the monitor
flicking on and a number of charts and gauges came to view. Placing a pair of goggles on
each nodded to each other before taking off in the cycles with a cloud of dust soon as their
only sign of passage.
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The surrounding land whipped past them in a blur and the wind howled and screamed in their ears as they approach the coordinates that Kyle sent them at blinding speeds. Soon
a large boulder came into view with both Kyle and Nolt sitting on top of it. Nolt was
a simply huge behemoth of a man. over 6'7 in height and built like a tank his strength has
gone unsurpassed by any human. He was dark tanned skinned and wore a black sleeveless trench coat with nothing underneath and blue pants tucked into a pair of boots with steel shin protectors with a massive steel cone tipped hammer connected by an equally strong 5 meter long handle resting upon his shoulder with disturbing ease. His facial features are hard as stone much like his frame with a short Mohawk of black hair and light blue face paint upon his face in the shape of a cross.
Next to him stood Kyle the youngest of the brothers next to Grove. The direct opposite of his
older brother kyle had a lithe and quick body structure with short mop of bright orange hair
and sharp facial features to his brothers stony one. He was dressed in a orange skin
tight protection suit with light black shoulder pads and had black fingerless gloving and a
belt with two shelves for knives in the front and two in the back for his main specialty
which were the handling of a multi-bladed knifes. Upon seeing the two of the cyclists
approach they jumped off of the boulder and walked over toward their direction.
Borgoff and Chang dismounted and jog up to meet the two brothers, kyle has a strange
look upon his face and Nolt is silent as usual.
"( what is it ya wanted to show us? )"
Kyle pointed toward a narrow dirt path between the piles of boulders. "( We saw the
source of light coming from there and just wait till you see it.. )"
They followed Kyle up the path for about five minutes before the pass opened up to them
and revealed where commotion had originated from. Chang was about two meters behind Borgoff and Kyle so when he saw Borgoff reach the top only to stare and mutter a curse he hurried up the path.
"( what is it that is so intere... )" The words instantly died in his mouth and he began to
imitate Borgoff as he stared at the scene below him.
The fact that the pathway opened up to a small clearing was of no great concern. The fact that the clearing was filled with werewolves would have been. However the problem was that though the clearing was full of them there wasn't a single actual _whole_ werebeast there.body parts were strewn everywhere..hands...feet...torso's...heads.. could be seen and identified all over the place along side other things which were not so identifiable. The grass seem to take on a dark red sheen and the land itself seemed to be almost colored in a reddish tint. The ground had numerous crevices in it as if someone had taken a huge knife and craved into the earth itself. Entire tree's were cleanly cut into
pieces and littered the ground next to all of the werewolves bodies. In the mist of all
this carnage and bloodshed was a single crater and in the middle of the crater laid a
single little boy. From first glance he could be guessed at about age of 7 years old and
was dressed in a ratty grey karate gi that hinted that it was once white long ago and
a patterned checkered cotton jacket was laying next to him. As
Borgoff gazed at the massacre in front of him he could only sum it up into one single word.
"( shit. )"
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Two Hours Later. Twenty Miles Away.
Ukyo shivered as a night breeze chilled her skin as she sat upon a large boulder her
metal sharpened battle spatula held to her chest and her eyes constantly on watch
for any suspicious movement. A shiver crawls up her spine as she thinks back to
how close she was to death.
**flash back**
:..maybe..ranchan..lead..them..awa..: her line of though stopped and she felt a cold
feeling settle in her stomach when she heard a low growl eminating from behind her. All
other thought locked up and she slowly turned her head inch by inch her entire body
beginning to tremble until she faced the source of the growling.
It was one of the werebeasts.
He was at the moment crouching about thirty meters away from her about to leap.
Ukyo did the only thing her seven year old mind could come up with.
She screamed closing her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
There is sound of a swish in the air and a Roar of fury followed by the brief sounds
of battle and she could feel a wet liquid splashing onto her in droplets. Through out
the entire scene she doesn't dare open her eyes, afraid of what they might reveal, her
panic almost taking total control of her trembling body. Soon the sounds of battle
end and the 'thud' of a body hitting the ground can be heard. So she sat there her
knees held up to her chest and curled into a fetal position when she felt herself
being gently lifted into someone's arms she stiffened and prepared to resist when
a gentle voice laced with worry broke her out of her trance.
"Ukyo honey are you alright!?"
For a moment her mind didn't register the owner of the words but slowly her mind
recognized who had said them and her body slowly uncurled itself until her eyes
met the familiar soft brown eyes of her father.
"po..popa?" Her voice was but a whisper filled with hope and uncertainty as if she
didn't believe what her eyes were telling her. Mr. Kuonji smiled his own eyes
beginning to fill with tears as he pulled his baby girl into a hug.
" Yes honey it's me ..your safe now baby nothings gonna hurt you..shhh..your safe.."
As her father continued to comfort her his words finally began to take effect and
the dam of Emotions began to break down. At first it began to come in trickles but
soon she was finally releasing all the pent up anger, fear and numerous other emotions
she had been holding back as she cried and sobbed into his shoulder, her father
simply cradling her as whispering reassurances into her ear. After thoroughly
crying for about ten minutes the tear finally ceased and she suddenly felt
exhausted, everything began to get all blurry the last thought going through her
mind was of her friend.
: Ranchan I hope ur ok. :
** end flashback **
When she had woken up it was dark and she was still in her father arms. After a
couple of minutes of arguing and explaining to her father what had happened and
assuring him that she was going to be ok she managed to convince him to go and
look for Ranma. He had left about an hour ago and she was beginning to get worried.
what if he had gotten hurt? Maybe he ran into more werewolves?
: no. popa's a good fighter he'll be alright. : She thought with the unbreakable
trust and confidence that every child instilled into their parents automatically.
A sudden rustling could be heard about two meter away and Ukyo instantly jumped up
and dropped into a stance in the direction of the sound her battle spatula ready, her
heart beating like crazy , a million thoughts running though her head as to what
it could possibly. After a few minutes she could feel the familiar fear beginning to
surface when the stranger comes out into the moonlight and a voice is heard
through the darkness.
"Ukyo?"
"Popa!" instantly Ukyo was by his side hugging his waist her spatula and fears gone
and forgotten in a instant. After a moment she noticed that something was missing.
Her mind suddenly realizes _who_ is missing. A cold feeling settles in her stomach
as she looks up to her father who has a sad expression upon his face. Her voice
almost in panic her tugs at her fathers apron.
"p.popa wheres Ranchan? where Ranchan Popa!?" His only response a simple
shake of his head and the agony of silence. Ukyo's eyes widen and tears begin
falling from them as she begins to understand what happened.
"i..is ranchan..de.dead?" Mr. Kuonji said nothing gathering his Daughter in a warm
embarce.
:..ranchan is..gone?: For a moment her mind played back the statement before her tears
begin anew as she grieves for her first and best friend. lost. forever...
Mr. Kuonji silently sighs as he holds his crying daughter. He didn't want to tell her
what he had found from the bright flash he saw while traveling away from the
direction of those monsters. The entire clearing was drenched with blood and had the
beginning scent of decaying flesh. The whole place was filled with pieces of what looked
to be the same monsters that attacked his daughter. After emptying his stomach he went
looking through the field and found, in the center of the field, in a crater the remains
of a shirt he knew to be his Ukyo's and remembered her telling him that Ranma had taken
it and his logic led him to the obvious conclusion. He was furious at the Saotome's
after finding that Bastard Genma had left him and now was absolutely livid at the dishonorable shit's action after finding out what he had done to Ranma and his baby girl.
However, after listening to Ukyo's explanation to what had happened he could only feel regret and a small sense of pride for the young Saotome. What ever his father may have been Mr. Kuonji knew that his son would have grown to be a good young man and any dishonor that had been brought upon the Saotome family name had been forgiven as far as he was concerned for Ranma's sacrifice for which he was eternally grateful.
: ..may kami-san light your way wherever you are young man..for whatever your father
may have been it was good to know his son was a true martial artist...to the end. :
With that thought he shed a tear for the brave young man before turning his attention back to his daughter who was grieving for the loss of her best friend.
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He is floating in darkness.
Stretches as far as his minds eye can see.
Is this death?
He tries to move only to find he cannot.
Voices.
He can heard voices and glimpses of conversations.
"...what should we do wi..." A female's voice from the tone and pitch.
"...Bring him onto the n..." A mans voice. Rough.
Soon it is all replaced by the sounds of rumbling all around him.
surrounding him.
Engulfing him in Darkness.
silence.
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A soft groan escaped his lips as Ranma began to regain consciousness. He awoke to find
himself in some sort of tent. he recognized it easily enough since he had been living in one for the past couple of years. He looked down to see that he was in a sleeping bag. He
tried to move but his body loudly protested as he left the warmth of the sleeping bag and
could feel the biting cold touch his skin.
:..w.where am I?:
His eyes widen as the memories come crashing back to him like a flood. The werewolves.
the betrayal. running. the plan. running. the scream..Ukyo. the voices. power. darkness.
He could feel tears building in his eyes but forced them back in a conscious effort. He
would not cry again. Crying was weak. He was weak . It was weakness that made him
run away instead of fighting..weakness that made him tremble in fear at the werebeasts
instead of facing them...
..it was weakness that made hid best friend..his only friend.. die.
:..Uuchan..:
He let a few tears fall for his friend before steeling himself inside. He had failed
Uuchan. He looked at his hands before making a promise that would change his life
drastically. He promised to grow stronger until he could protect. Grow stronger to
destroy those that would take life away. He promised to never shed another tear
until he had fulfilled his promised.
Only then could he cry...
Only would he allow himself to grieve...
Then and only then.
He closed his eyes and remaining still, his body trembling as he resisted its cry for
release. Soon the trembling subsided and he felt his emotions were finally under control he
went to explore his surroundings. His mind functioned more efficiently after a good rest and could feel the voices that he had heard before gone leaving no trace of their existence. He let his mind wonder for a minute about what had happened to him and the strange, feral power that he had felt before. He could still feel it burning inside of him but when he tried to touch it he felt as if there was a barrier blocking him form touching it. After a couple more unsuccessful tries he gave up on it and decided to survey his surroundings. Opening and walking out of the tent he simply stood in awe at what he saw in front of him. towering over him was a large vehicle that looked to be armored in metal. It reminded him of the front of those big things that he and his
pop would jump onto all the time. He stood there staring at the huge vehicle when suddenly a
voice spoke right in back of him.
" nice piece of machinery isn't it? "
Surprised and startled Ranma immediately jumped back and took a defensive stance against the stranger while kicking himself for letting him sneak up on him.
" who are you! " The stranger waved his hands in a non-threatening manner until Ranma
relaxed slightly.
" I am Chang Lu Fi of the Markus Brothers Bounty group and you young one? "
"Ranma." Chang arched an eyebrow at his name.
: Wild horse? ..well the child certainly fits the appearance.:
"where am I?"
" Were about twenty miles from where we found you. "
" Why did you take me here?"
" You were hurt, Ranma I would like you to follow me so that you can meet the others. "
With that Chang started walking away with Ranma soon trailing after him in curiosity. After
passing another set of tents and a number of crates with a number of pieces of wires and
metal plating and gadgets they walked around the huge vehicle where a large campfire came
into view and a group of people were sitting around it. four of them were Gaijin men
one of them Ranma noted with some awe was huge and one blonde gaijin Women. Chang
turning to the one with a green bandanna on said something that Ranma didn't understand.
"( Borgoff, Ranma woke up. )"
Borgoff turning his head to the young kid and looked him from feet to head. He wasn't much when they had found him but now that he had a good look at him he could tell that the kid was a natural fighter by the way he held himself.
"( Ranma? Wild Horse huh? nice name. have a seat you two. )"
Nodding Chang motioned for Ranma to sit down who did so. He figured that if these people wanted to hurt him they would have done so by now. Each one of them introduced themselves since they each new a little Japanese though only grove and chang were partly fluent in the language. Ranma watch them converse with each other a couple of more moments before Chang turned back to him.
" Ranma we would like to know what happened to you back there if you could tell us."
Steeling himself once more he retold them what had happened him his voice wavering
only slightly upon the recollection of Ukyo but none the less keeping his emotions under
control. He felt no real sense of hostility from them and knew that if they had wanted
to hurt him they would have done so by this time. However he left out the part about the voices because he wasn't sure what they were and didn't want any of them to think he was crazy or nothing.
After Chang finished translating Everyone seem to be very angry about something and Ranma felt a slight surge of fear that they were angry at him for being a coward and letting his friend die but held a little reassurance when Chang said something and gestured toward him and they all gave him a small compassionate glance. Chang walked up to him and placed one of his hands upon his shoulders and looked him in the eye.
"Ranma, could you excuse us for a minute? just look around for a bit but don't go far ok?"
Understanding Ranma nodded his head and went to go look around the area.
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Chang watched the child run off until he disappears behind the vehicle before turning back to the conversation at hand. The campfire placed everyone in a dull orange glow and Borgoff took a deep drag of his cigar, the embers of the cigar glowing as he inhaled, before releasing the smoke from his nostrils and speaking.
"( well..from the kids story I'm betting it's safe to say that the corpses we found back there were of the Werewolves we were looking for...so the question remains..what now?)"
"( well first thing we do is go back to those towns and get our bounty and then w... )" Kyle
started but was cut off by Chang.
"( I believe that Borgoff was referring to the child. )" Kyle mouthed a silent 'oh' as Borgoff nodded in confirmation.
"( It's too dangerous to bring the kid with us and he could possibly become a liability but It just don't feel right to just dump the poor kid off after all the shit that's just happened to him. )" The Atmosphere around the fire suddenly heat up in anger as everyone thought of a certain bald martial artist. If Genma Saotome were to ever encounter any one of the Markus Brothers group it would probably be the last thing he does see.
"( What about the dark energy that Chang sensed? )" Leila added. Chang nodded before answering.
"( I believe from he evidence presented and the situation that we had discovered the child that _he_ was infact the source of the energy. )"
"( How is that Possible ...I mean we found him in broad daylight and he wasn't even affected at all.)"
Kyle sat next to Leila ideally playing with one of his shelved knives, spinning the object around his fingers.
"( It is possible that he might be a hybrid... )"
"( ya think the kid's a Dunpeal? )" Dunpeals were the result of a vampire mating with a human. A half
breed that at times normally held some if not most of their traits such as strength, healing, etc. Unfortunately also because of this they are outcasts, not accepted by either the Vampiric or human society. A thoughtful expression came onto Borgoff face at Nolts comment.
"( would make sense why the kid's father would take someone at such a young age out. They might of gotten kicked out of the home or something. Japanese people tend to not like oddities in their people and being half vamp would defiantly qualify. )"
"( If Chang's right then it would also be too dangerous to just leave him with anyone, what if he goes off again? )"
Everyone nodded in agreement with Leila's comment. After arguing back and forth for about another twenty minutes they decided to drop Ranma off at one of their contacts who they knew to trust.
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Ranma was currently on the other side of the campsite, sitting cross-legged watching the infinity span of darkness that composed the night sky, the small twinkle of stars could be seen off into the vast emptiness. Now that he had some time to spend while Chang and +the others conversed his mind took the time to try and sort the vast mess of emotions that he had pent up and stored away in favor of surviving against the were-beasts. He could feel a sharp pain of betrayal and a growing sense of emptiness in himself at the thought of his father.
: why did you go dad?... : He could feel the pain inside him flare in intensity and felt himself upon the verge of tears
but with a strong visible conscious effort managed to calm himself again. He didn't have time to dwell further upon the matter as he heard Chang- san's voice calling out for him. Leaving such thoughts he slowly got up and tracked back to where the campfire was to find Chang looking for him. Following him they walked back to the campfire where everyone had been at.
When they arrived Ranma could feel all of their eyes focus onto him and felt himself become slightly more fidgety despite any effort to do otherwise. The rough looking gaijin man said something to Chang-san and he nodded before turning back to
Ranma.
"Ranma..I have something to ask you..we have been talking about what going to happen to you and decided that were going to probably have to drop yo.." Ranma felt a slight panic grow in his stomach. they were going to leave him too?!
"why can't I stay wit you?!" Ranma's voice began to reveal his panic. Chang motioned for him to calm down before proceeding once again in a soft voice.
"Ranma you have to understand. We are Bounty hunters. We hunt things that are incredibly dangerous and could ...." Unfortunately the rest of Chang's complex and well component speech to persuade Ranma to agree with them was completely ignored by the
young boy as only three words registered into his head.
Bounty hunters . Hunt. Dangerous.
Ranma's mind computed the fact that they were hunters and therefore must know how to fight these things and soon came up with the most logical solution in his mind back up with a wave of determination.
"...and that's why this is the best for you ok? " Ranma replied in a single sentence.
" I want to come."
"good it's nice to see that you underst...NANI?"
"I want to be a hunter too." Ranma repeated himself his eyes set upon Changs and betraying no doubt in his decision his eyes burning with determination.
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Borgoff watched the entire interaction between them and was curious when after everything Chang had said the child replied in one sentence and it was amusing to say the least to see Chang startled in surprise. After watching them for a couple more seconds Borgoff decided to interrupt.
"( Chang, wat's the kid say? )" His Asian comrade arguing with the child with the kid adamantly shaking his head and repeating the same phrase again and again before letting a tired sigh escape his lips.
"(apparently Ranma is very adamant about coming along with us and I can't seem to change his mind )" Borgoff seemed to think upon this for a couple of moments before saying in a off handed voice.
"( well... having a dunpeal on our team would be helpful..)" his hand quickly waving off the protest coming from the rest of his teammates. Getting up slowly he slowly sauntered over toward the child and bending upon knee placing both of his hands upon each one of his shoulders so they were face to face and gazed straight into his eyes and into his very being as he slowly spoke
to him.
"( ..look kid, if ya come with us you'll see things that are beyond the imagination. Horrible things. Life is only get harder ..a lot harder if ya come with us..but if ya come with us ya'll be expected to pull your own weight around.. Some of the things we hunt will scare the shit out of you.. but ya'll learn to hunt them..to kill them..if ya survive... remember if you agree with this there's no going back kid... understand? )" He motioned for Chang to translate and as he did so Borgoff stared deep into the childs eyes.
Searching for the slightly sign of doubt in Ranma's eyes but finding none.
He could only see only one thing burning in his eyes.
Determination. Pure unadulterated Determination.
When Chang finished Ranma seemed to look right back at him that surprised him for one so
young and gave a single firm nod in acceptance. A grin slowly broke out upon his face as he
saw this.
: ...Wild Horse indeed. :
"( Alright then...Welcome to the Markus Brothers Ranma.)" as Chang translated a slow smile spread upon Ranma face.
A hunter was born.
End Chapter 1.
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BEFORE BUT FOR SOME REASON IT DISAPPEARED SO I'M PLACING IT UP AGAIN.
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CRIMSON TEARS CHAPTER 1 : LOSS OF A CHILD, BIRTH OF A HUNTER
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Kitakami Mountains, Japan About Ten miles away
Despite the violent events occurring miles away, much of the forest remains undisturbed by it and remains in a quite but comforting silence only broken by a low sound coming from far away. A sound of a slight rumbling of a what sounds to be an engine can be heard in the distance. The Rumbling noise steadily increases in tempo and volume until upon the main dirt pathway of the forest a vehicle can be seen. It looks to be a large hybrid between a truck, Train and tank almost with slick black armoring with spacing shaped to the form of the holy cross covering the entire structure. The Front also has a large window in the shape of a cross upon it. Soon the vehicle slows down and stops smoke exhaust streaming from the pipes under the vehicle. Inside, the vehicle in the front steering sits a man.
From accurate description he could be described as gruff. Wearing a shirt pants
with a some light leather armoring and a double metal shoulder armor with a necklace
hanging down his muscle hardened chest with a holy cross at the end. His face
was much like his personality. His features much like someone who have found in
a woodsman or lumberjack with a mop of coal black hair and a short beard tracing along
his chin line to the chin itself. upon the dashboard sat his arm fitted crossbow and to the
side of his chair sat a quiver of silver arrows ready to be drawn and shot within a moments notice or less. He sat there a cigar gripped between his lips as he waited. A radio stood to the front of him as well as a number of small monitors stood blinking sending back hundreds of bytes of information about the area to him as they hunted their prey.
The radio responder crackled to life and young brash voice sounded from the other end.
[[ Borgoff I found some tracks ..looks like they passed by here awhile ago...about
four, five hours old max ]]
Borgoff grinned and took a smoke of his cigar enjoying the harsh warmth and sweet
taste of tar and nicotine it provided . the hunt was on . They had been paid a good
deal of money by all of the surrounding villages and towns to help destroy and rid
of the Were-beasts that were terrorizing their homes and crops. Three villagers have
already been killed ...one of their corpses found half devoured. They had been sighted
in this general area but they had lost their trail two days ago but finally found
it again. From the descriptions given by those who had seen them it looked to be a pack of Werewolves also know as Garou. Normally most Garou could be considered allies but it was known that their were a couple that are twisted mentally or physically and even both by their eternal enemy, the entity called the Wyrm. Borgoff guessed that this was the case since Werewolves tended to not eat human meat.
[[good we got a fresh trail. Nolt . you there?]]
[[yeah]] a single response can from the second oldest of the brothers.
[[ Nolt, head out with Kyle and scout out those were's position. Me, Leila, Grove and
Chang will follow up right behind you. ]]
[[ got it. ]]
[[ no problem ]]
"( what is the progress on Kyle and Nolt? )" came a soft voice behind him. Spinning his
chair around Borgoff turned to face Chang Lu Fi, the latest member of the Markus brothers bounty hunters. He was Japanese with a average height and build and wore traditional Chinese clothing consisting of trousers, jacket and slippers and wore his hair straight down his back and Borgoff noted his graceful steps which spoke of great power behind them. Chang was the resident martial arts specialist of the group and could even
throw energy projectiles if he wanted. however Borgoff himself preferred a quiver of
silver arrows to such any time though the skill could come in useful.
He returned his attention to the monitor and watched it tracked his two brother's progress.
According to the map they were about twenty miles ahead of them and approaching rocky terrain. Adjusting the monitors controls give more information about the area he addressed Chang on their newest lead.
"( Kyle's found the Werewolves trail and is scouting the path out with Nolt on
backup. )"
Chang nodded and turned to begin walking back when there was a huge flash of light
and a resounding boom could be hear in the distance. The intensity of the light was
so great that both of them had to cover their eyes momentarily from the flash .As
quick as it had come however the flash resided.
"( What the hell was that?!! )" Borgoff yelled
"( I felt a huge discharge of dark energy... )" started Chang
"( ..Vampires. )" finished Borgoff with a sneer.
"( What going on? what the hell was that flash? )" Leila came running up. Her features
entailed light blue eyes and short blonde hair with a lithe figure giving her excellent
agility and speed. She was wearing a red moto jacket and khaki's with a large gun holstered
to her side ready to be drawn at all times.
"( we don't know but Chang here felt a huge discharge of dark energy and you know what that
means.. )"
"( vamps. )" replied Leila her face contorting in disgust.
Borgoff nodded silently in confirmation before a thought came to him.
"( Fuck! Kyle! and Nolt! were in that direction.! )" Grabbing the radio he tuned the
radio into the proper frequency and spoke into the radio.
[[ Nolt. Kyle. are you guys alright? ]]
[[ were here Bro. ]] a audible sigh of relief can be heard from Borgoff's lips and a
grin returns onto his face before responding [[ What the hell was that! ]]
[[ We don't know. we were heading toward the site when we got blinded by that sudden burst of light. It looked to be about three miles from our position, we going to check it out now. ]]
[[ Got it. Chang said that the flash was dark energy and that means vamps are in the
area so keep an eye out. ]]
[[ got it ]]
For about ten minutes the radio crackled in silence as they waited for their
report. Suddenly a cry of 'holy shit!' could be heard from the speaker.
[[ Kyle what is it?! ]]
[[ ..... ]]
[[ Kyle! ]]
[[ ..s.shit Borgoff..you gotta see this! ]]
[[ what?! what is it? ]]
[[ trust me just get over here. ]]
Borgoff dropped the receiver and faced the pair who were already waiting for orders.
"( Chang your with me . Leila stay here with Grove )" both nodded and Leila went back in
to check on grove the youngest of the Markus brothers while Chang and Borgoff unloaded two uni-cycle units.(1)
With a slight tap the engine came alive and gave off a humming sound, the monitor
flicking on and a number of charts and gauges came to view. Placing a pair of goggles on
each nodded to each other before taking off in the cycles with a cloud of dust soon as their
only sign of passage.
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The surrounding land whipped past them in a blur and the wind howled and screamed in their ears as they approach the coordinates that Kyle sent them at blinding speeds. Soon
a large boulder came into view with both Kyle and Nolt sitting on top of it. Nolt was
a simply huge behemoth of a man. over 6'7 in height and built like a tank his strength has
gone unsurpassed by any human. He was dark tanned skinned and wore a black sleeveless trench coat with nothing underneath and blue pants tucked into a pair of boots with steel shin protectors with a massive steel cone tipped hammer connected by an equally strong 5 meter long handle resting upon his shoulder with disturbing ease. His facial features are hard as stone much like his frame with a short Mohawk of black hair and light blue face paint upon his face in the shape of a cross.
Next to him stood Kyle the youngest of the brothers next to Grove. The direct opposite of his
older brother kyle had a lithe and quick body structure with short mop of bright orange hair
and sharp facial features to his brothers stony one. He was dressed in a orange skin
tight protection suit with light black shoulder pads and had black fingerless gloving and a
belt with two shelves for knives in the front and two in the back for his main specialty
which were the handling of a multi-bladed knifes. Upon seeing the two of the cyclists
approach they jumped off of the boulder and walked over toward their direction.
Borgoff and Chang dismounted and jog up to meet the two brothers, kyle has a strange
look upon his face and Nolt is silent as usual.
"( what is it ya wanted to show us? )"
Kyle pointed toward a narrow dirt path between the piles of boulders. "( We saw the
source of light coming from there and just wait till you see it.. )"
They followed Kyle up the path for about five minutes before the pass opened up to them
and revealed where commotion had originated from. Chang was about two meters behind Borgoff and Kyle so when he saw Borgoff reach the top only to stare and mutter a curse he hurried up the path.
"( what is it that is so intere... )" The words instantly died in his mouth and he began to
imitate Borgoff as he stared at the scene below him.
The fact that the pathway opened up to a small clearing was of no great concern. The fact that the clearing was filled with werewolves would have been. However the problem was that though the clearing was full of them there wasn't a single actual _whole_ werebeast there.body parts were strewn everywhere..hands...feet...torso's...heads.. could be seen and identified all over the place along side other things which were not so identifiable. The grass seem to take on a dark red sheen and the land itself seemed to be almost colored in a reddish tint. The ground had numerous crevices in it as if someone had taken a huge knife and craved into the earth itself. Entire tree's were cleanly cut into
pieces and littered the ground next to all of the werewolves bodies. In the mist of all
this carnage and bloodshed was a single crater and in the middle of the crater laid a
single little boy. From first glance he could be guessed at about age of 7 years old and
was dressed in a ratty grey karate gi that hinted that it was once white long ago and
a patterned checkered cotton jacket was laying next to him. As
Borgoff gazed at the massacre in front of him he could only sum it up into one single word.
"( shit. )"
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Two Hours Later. Twenty Miles Away.
Ukyo shivered as a night breeze chilled her skin as she sat upon a large boulder her
metal sharpened battle spatula held to her chest and her eyes constantly on watch
for any suspicious movement. A shiver crawls up her spine as she thinks back to
how close she was to death.
**flash back**
:..maybe..ranchan..lead..them..awa..: her line of though stopped and she felt a cold
feeling settle in her stomach when she heard a low growl eminating from behind her. All
other thought locked up and she slowly turned her head inch by inch her entire body
beginning to tremble until she faced the source of the growling.
It was one of the werebeasts.
He was at the moment crouching about thirty meters away from her about to leap.
Ukyo did the only thing her seven year old mind could come up with.
She screamed closing her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
There is sound of a swish in the air and a Roar of fury followed by the brief sounds
of battle and she could feel a wet liquid splashing onto her in droplets. Through out
the entire scene she doesn't dare open her eyes, afraid of what they might reveal, her
panic almost taking total control of her trembling body. Soon the sounds of battle
end and the 'thud' of a body hitting the ground can be heard. So she sat there her
knees held up to her chest and curled into a fetal position when she felt herself
being gently lifted into someone's arms she stiffened and prepared to resist when
a gentle voice laced with worry broke her out of her trance.
"Ukyo honey are you alright!?"
For a moment her mind didn't register the owner of the words but slowly her mind
recognized who had said them and her body slowly uncurled itself until her eyes
met the familiar soft brown eyes of her father.
"po..popa?" Her voice was but a whisper filled with hope and uncertainty as if she
didn't believe what her eyes were telling her. Mr. Kuonji smiled his own eyes
beginning to fill with tears as he pulled his baby girl into a hug.
" Yes honey it's me ..your safe now baby nothings gonna hurt you..shhh..your safe.."
As her father continued to comfort her his words finally began to take effect and
the dam of Emotions began to break down. At first it began to come in trickles but
soon she was finally releasing all the pent up anger, fear and numerous other emotions
she had been holding back as she cried and sobbed into his shoulder, her father
simply cradling her as whispering reassurances into her ear. After thoroughly
crying for about ten minutes the tear finally ceased and she suddenly felt
exhausted, everything began to get all blurry the last thought going through her
mind was of her friend.
: Ranchan I hope ur ok. :
** end flashback **
When she had woken up it was dark and she was still in her father arms. After a
couple of minutes of arguing and explaining to her father what had happened and
assuring him that she was going to be ok she managed to convince him to go and
look for Ranma. He had left about an hour ago and she was beginning to get worried.
what if he had gotten hurt? Maybe he ran into more werewolves?
: no. popa's a good fighter he'll be alright. : She thought with the unbreakable
trust and confidence that every child instilled into their parents automatically.
A sudden rustling could be heard about two meter away and Ukyo instantly jumped up
and dropped into a stance in the direction of the sound her battle spatula ready, her
heart beating like crazy , a million thoughts running though her head as to what
it could possibly. After a few minutes she could feel the familiar fear beginning to
surface when the stranger comes out into the moonlight and a voice is heard
through the darkness.
"Ukyo?"
"Popa!" instantly Ukyo was by his side hugging his waist her spatula and fears gone
and forgotten in a instant. After a moment she noticed that something was missing.
Her mind suddenly realizes _who_ is missing. A cold feeling settles in her stomach
as she looks up to her father who has a sad expression upon his face. Her voice
almost in panic her tugs at her fathers apron.
"p.popa wheres Ranchan? where Ranchan Popa!?" His only response a simple
shake of his head and the agony of silence. Ukyo's eyes widen and tears begin
falling from them as she begins to understand what happened.
"i..is ranchan..de.dead?" Mr. Kuonji said nothing gathering his Daughter in a warm
embarce.
:..ranchan is..gone?: For a moment her mind played back the statement before her tears
begin anew as she grieves for her first and best friend. lost. forever...
Mr. Kuonji silently sighs as he holds his crying daughter. He didn't want to tell her
what he had found from the bright flash he saw while traveling away from the
direction of those monsters. The entire clearing was drenched with blood and had the
beginning scent of decaying flesh. The whole place was filled with pieces of what looked
to be the same monsters that attacked his daughter. After emptying his stomach he went
looking through the field and found, in the center of the field, in a crater the remains
of a shirt he knew to be his Ukyo's and remembered her telling him that Ranma had taken
it and his logic led him to the obvious conclusion. He was furious at the Saotome's
after finding that Bastard Genma had left him and now was absolutely livid at the dishonorable shit's action after finding out what he had done to Ranma and his baby girl.
However, after listening to Ukyo's explanation to what had happened he could only feel regret and a small sense of pride for the young Saotome. What ever his father may have been Mr. Kuonji knew that his son would have grown to be a good young man and any dishonor that had been brought upon the Saotome family name had been forgiven as far as he was concerned for Ranma's sacrifice for which he was eternally grateful.
: ..may kami-san light your way wherever you are young man..for whatever your father
may have been it was good to know his son was a true martial artist...to the end. :
With that thought he shed a tear for the brave young man before turning his attention back to his daughter who was grieving for the loss of her best friend.
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He is floating in darkness.
Stretches as far as his minds eye can see.
Is this death?
He tries to move only to find he cannot.
Voices.
He can heard voices and glimpses of conversations.
"...what should we do wi..." A female's voice from the tone and pitch.
"...Bring him onto the n..." A mans voice. Rough.
Soon it is all replaced by the sounds of rumbling all around him.
surrounding him.
Engulfing him in Darkness.
silence.
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A soft groan escaped his lips as Ranma began to regain consciousness. He awoke to find
himself in some sort of tent. he recognized it easily enough since he had been living in one for the past couple of years. He looked down to see that he was in a sleeping bag. He
tried to move but his body loudly protested as he left the warmth of the sleeping bag and
could feel the biting cold touch his skin.
:..w.where am I?:
His eyes widen as the memories come crashing back to him like a flood. The werewolves.
the betrayal. running. the plan. running. the scream..Ukyo. the voices. power. darkness.
He could feel tears building in his eyes but forced them back in a conscious effort. He
would not cry again. Crying was weak. He was weak . It was weakness that made him
run away instead of fighting..weakness that made him tremble in fear at the werebeasts
instead of facing them...
..it was weakness that made hid best friend..his only friend.. die.
:..Uuchan..:
He let a few tears fall for his friend before steeling himself inside. He had failed
Uuchan. He looked at his hands before making a promise that would change his life
drastically. He promised to grow stronger until he could protect. Grow stronger to
destroy those that would take life away. He promised to never shed another tear
until he had fulfilled his promised.
Only then could he cry...
Only would he allow himself to grieve...
Then and only then.
He closed his eyes and remaining still, his body trembling as he resisted its cry for
release. Soon the trembling subsided and he felt his emotions were finally under control he
went to explore his surroundings. His mind functioned more efficiently after a good rest and could feel the voices that he had heard before gone leaving no trace of their existence. He let his mind wonder for a minute about what had happened to him and the strange, feral power that he had felt before. He could still feel it burning inside of him but when he tried to touch it he felt as if there was a barrier blocking him form touching it. After a couple more unsuccessful tries he gave up on it and decided to survey his surroundings. Opening and walking out of the tent he simply stood in awe at what he saw in front of him. towering over him was a large vehicle that looked to be armored in metal. It reminded him of the front of those big things that he and his
pop would jump onto all the time. He stood there staring at the huge vehicle when suddenly a
voice spoke right in back of him.
" nice piece of machinery isn't it? "
Surprised and startled Ranma immediately jumped back and took a defensive stance against the stranger while kicking himself for letting him sneak up on him.
" who are you! " The stranger waved his hands in a non-threatening manner until Ranma
relaxed slightly.
" I am Chang Lu Fi of the Markus Brothers Bounty group and you young one? "
"Ranma." Chang arched an eyebrow at his name.
: Wild horse? ..well the child certainly fits the appearance.:
"where am I?"
" Were about twenty miles from where we found you. "
" Why did you take me here?"
" You were hurt, Ranma I would like you to follow me so that you can meet the others. "
With that Chang started walking away with Ranma soon trailing after him in curiosity. After
passing another set of tents and a number of crates with a number of pieces of wires and
metal plating and gadgets they walked around the huge vehicle where a large campfire came
into view and a group of people were sitting around it. four of them were Gaijin men
one of them Ranma noted with some awe was huge and one blonde gaijin Women. Chang
turning to the one with a green bandanna on said something that Ranma didn't understand.
"( Borgoff, Ranma woke up. )"
Borgoff turning his head to the young kid and looked him from feet to head. He wasn't much when they had found him but now that he had a good look at him he could tell that the kid was a natural fighter by the way he held himself.
"( Ranma? Wild Horse huh? nice name. have a seat you two. )"
Nodding Chang motioned for Ranma to sit down who did so. He figured that if these people wanted to hurt him they would have done so by now. Each one of them introduced themselves since they each new a little Japanese though only grove and chang were partly fluent in the language. Ranma watch them converse with each other a couple of more moments before Chang turned back to him.
" Ranma we would like to know what happened to you back there if you could tell us."
Steeling himself once more he retold them what had happened him his voice wavering
only slightly upon the recollection of Ukyo but none the less keeping his emotions under
control. He felt no real sense of hostility from them and knew that if they had wanted
to hurt him they would have done so by this time. However he left out the part about the voices because he wasn't sure what they were and didn't want any of them to think he was crazy or nothing.
After Chang finished translating Everyone seem to be very angry about something and Ranma felt a slight surge of fear that they were angry at him for being a coward and letting his friend die but held a little reassurance when Chang said something and gestured toward him and they all gave him a small compassionate glance. Chang walked up to him and placed one of his hands upon his shoulders and looked him in the eye.
"Ranma, could you excuse us for a minute? just look around for a bit but don't go far ok?"
Understanding Ranma nodded his head and went to go look around the area.
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Chang watched the child run off until he disappears behind the vehicle before turning back to the conversation at hand. The campfire placed everyone in a dull orange glow and Borgoff took a deep drag of his cigar, the embers of the cigar glowing as he inhaled, before releasing the smoke from his nostrils and speaking.
"( well..from the kids story I'm betting it's safe to say that the corpses we found back there were of the Werewolves we were looking for...so the question remains..what now?)"
"( well first thing we do is go back to those towns and get our bounty and then w... )" Kyle
started but was cut off by Chang.
"( I believe that Borgoff was referring to the child. )" Kyle mouthed a silent 'oh' as Borgoff nodded in confirmation.
"( It's too dangerous to bring the kid with us and he could possibly become a liability but It just don't feel right to just dump the poor kid off after all the shit that's just happened to him. )" The Atmosphere around the fire suddenly heat up in anger as everyone thought of a certain bald martial artist. If Genma Saotome were to ever encounter any one of the Markus Brothers group it would probably be the last thing he does see.
"( What about the dark energy that Chang sensed? )" Leila added. Chang nodded before answering.
"( I believe from he evidence presented and the situation that we had discovered the child that _he_ was infact the source of the energy. )"
"( How is that Possible ...I mean we found him in broad daylight and he wasn't even affected at all.)"
Kyle sat next to Leila ideally playing with one of his shelved knives, spinning the object around his fingers.
"( It is possible that he might be a hybrid... )"
"( ya think the kid's a Dunpeal? )" Dunpeals were the result of a vampire mating with a human. A half
breed that at times normally held some if not most of their traits such as strength, healing, etc. Unfortunately also because of this they are outcasts, not accepted by either the Vampiric or human society. A thoughtful expression came onto Borgoff face at Nolts comment.
"( would make sense why the kid's father would take someone at such a young age out. They might of gotten kicked out of the home or something. Japanese people tend to not like oddities in their people and being half vamp would defiantly qualify. )"
"( If Chang's right then it would also be too dangerous to just leave him with anyone, what if he goes off again? )"
Everyone nodded in agreement with Leila's comment. After arguing back and forth for about another twenty minutes they decided to drop Ranma off at one of their contacts who they knew to trust.
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Ranma was currently on the other side of the campsite, sitting cross-legged watching the infinity span of darkness that composed the night sky, the small twinkle of stars could be seen off into the vast emptiness. Now that he had some time to spend while Chang and +the others conversed his mind took the time to try and sort the vast mess of emotions that he had pent up and stored away in favor of surviving against the were-beasts. He could feel a sharp pain of betrayal and a growing sense of emptiness in himself at the thought of his father.
: why did you go dad?... : He could feel the pain inside him flare in intensity and felt himself upon the verge of tears
but with a strong visible conscious effort managed to calm himself again. He didn't have time to dwell further upon the matter as he heard Chang- san's voice calling out for him. Leaving such thoughts he slowly got up and tracked back to where the campfire was to find Chang looking for him. Following him they walked back to the campfire where everyone had been at.
When they arrived Ranma could feel all of their eyes focus onto him and felt himself become slightly more fidgety despite any effort to do otherwise. The rough looking gaijin man said something to Chang-san and he nodded before turning back to
Ranma.
"Ranma..I have something to ask you..we have been talking about what going to happen to you and decided that were going to probably have to drop yo.." Ranma felt a slight panic grow in his stomach. they were going to leave him too?!
"why can't I stay wit you?!" Ranma's voice began to reveal his panic. Chang motioned for him to calm down before proceeding once again in a soft voice.
"Ranma you have to understand. We are Bounty hunters. We hunt things that are incredibly dangerous and could ...." Unfortunately the rest of Chang's complex and well component speech to persuade Ranma to agree with them was completely ignored by the
young boy as only three words registered into his head.
Bounty hunters . Hunt. Dangerous.
Ranma's mind computed the fact that they were hunters and therefore must know how to fight these things and soon came up with the most logical solution in his mind back up with a wave of determination.
"...and that's why this is the best for you ok? " Ranma replied in a single sentence.
" I want to come."
"good it's nice to see that you underst...NANI?"
"I want to be a hunter too." Ranma repeated himself his eyes set upon Changs and betraying no doubt in his decision his eyes burning with determination.
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Borgoff watched the entire interaction between them and was curious when after everything Chang had said the child replied in one sentence and it was amusing to say the least to see Chang startled in surprise. After watching them for a couple more seconds Borgoff decided to interrupt.
"( Chang, wat's the kid say? )" His Asian comrade arguing with the child with the kid adamantly shaking his head and repeating the same phrase again and again before letting a tired sigh escape his lips.
"(apparently Ranma is very adamant about coming along with us and I can't seem to change his mind )" Borgoff seemed to think upon this for a couple of moments before saying in a off handed voice.
"( well... having a dunpeal on our team would be helpful..)" his hand quickly waving off the protest coming from the rest of his teammates. Getting up slowly he slowly sauntered over toward the child and bending upon knee placing both of his hands upon each one of his shoulders so they were face to face and gazed straight into his eyes and into his very being as he slowly spoke
to him.
"( ..look kid, if ya come with us you'll see things that are beyond the imagination. Horrible things. Life is only get harder ..a lot harder if ya come with us..but if ya come with us ya'll be expected to pull your own weight around.. Some of the things we hunt will scare the shit out of you.. but ya'll learn to hunt them..to kill them..if ya survive... remember if you agree with this there's no going back kid... understand? )" He motioned for Chang to translate and as he did so Borgoff stared deep into the childs eyes.
Searching for the slightly sign of doubt in Ranma's eyes but finding none.
He could only see only one thing burning in his eyes.
Determination. Pure unadulterated Determination.
When Chang finished Ranma seemed to look right back at him that surprised him for one so
young and gave a single firm nod in acceptance. A grin slowly broke out upon his face as he
saw this.
: ...Wild Horse indeed. :
"( Alright then...Welcome to the Markus Brothers Ranma.)" as Chang translated a slow smile spread upon Ranma face.
A hunter was born.
End Chapter 1.
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(1) Think the ones that Lelia used in the Vampire Hunter D: bloodlust movie to track D after thier first meeting.