A few changes have been made, a couple scenes have been added.
The duo neared the school and Nabiki could already see the horde had formed and was awaiting her younger sister, she constantly glanced at Ranma, remembering what he had said about refusing to take her innocence, she'd been racking her brain for ten minutes now and she could think of nothing worse than losing your mother, especially since he still had his father.
"What's going on?" Ranma asked, clearly noticing the army of students.
"Trust me…you don't wanna know" Nabiki sighed, they entered through the gates and began to head to the door, the horde parting for Nabiki, a couple glancing at Ranma, their glances either of confusion or pity as they wondered what Nabiki had on him to make him her escort.
"Ah, miss Nabiki Tendo" a pompous tone greeted, Nabiki's shoulders sagged she'd recognize that tone anywhere, she stopped and slowly turned to see the mentally challenged Kendo practitioner and her main source of income, Ranma stopped beside her and turned to face the newcomer.
"Not now Kuno" Nabiki said bluntly.
"But Nabiki I merely wish to purchase more pictures of my beloved and money is no object" Kuno replied.
"Pictures?" Ranma asked.
"And who are you whelp to interrupt my business with Miss Tendo?" Kuno inquired, pointing his wooden sword at Ranma, pressing the tip beneath his chin, Ranma opened his mouth to reply only to be interrupted.
"Hold, isn't it customary to give one's own name before inquiring another, fine then mine I shall give, I am Tatewaki Kuno, rising star of the Kendo world and the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High" Kuno declared dramatically.
"Ranma Saotome, practitioner of the Saotome School Of Anything Goes Martial Arts" Ranma replied, his tone void of all feeling, meeting Kuno dead in the eye with a cold, stone glare, Kuno stumbled back, surprised and terrified by the sudden change in the adolescent before him, he'd never seen eyes like that, eyes without fear and filled with suffering, eyes that held a promise to kill.
"So what pictures" Ranma asked, his glare fading away.
"Picture of my beloved Akane Tendo" Kuno replied.
"So you're buying pornographic pictures of a minor from her sister" Ranma stated bluntly, Nabiki stumbled back at his bluntness, was that really what she was doing, truthfully the pictures were only of her exercising but could they really be considered pornographic? Then again this was Kuno and if she gave it any thought she knew what he did with them she just always refused to believe it.
"What are you insinuating?" Kuno inquired, gripping his weapon harder.
"What do you think?" Ranma retorted.
"I think you are insulting a member of the noble clan of Kuno" Kuno declared swinging his boken at Ranma, Ranma did nothing and let the boken hit his shoulder full force, the boken shattered due to the force put into it, Kuno's eyes widened.
'How is he still standing?' Kuno gasped within his mind.
"Please my father hit me harder than that when I was ten" Ranma stated before pulling back his fist and striking Kuno in the gut, Kuno arched over, several sickly crack like sounds echoing from him, Ranma brought up his arm and slammed his elbow into the center of Kuno's lower back, he fell to the ground, letting out low groans as he was claimed by unconsciousness.
Nabiki just gawked, she hadn't seen anyone take Kuno out other than her sister and not even she had done so quickly, she glanced back to where Kuno had struck him.
"You sure you're okay?" Nabiki asked, nodding her head to his shoulder.
"It's nothing...what I want to know is why you sell pictures of your little sister to this sicko" Ranma retorted, a little aggression entering his tone.
"It's not like I want to or enjoy it, if I didn't do this we would of been on the streets years ago, daddy tries his best but his paycheck from the council doesn't stretch far enough, he needs to get a new job but there isn't exactly many openings at the moment...people may owe me favors but no one would help me out in keeping my family off the streets, Akane's put half the student population in hospital thanks to her fights so all parents wouldn't care, especially when Akane's apologies consisted of insults and combined with my reputation of black mail to get money to keep us off the streets not even our fellow peers or strangers would take pity on us" Nabiki replied, Ranma didn't ask anymore questions and so Nabiki just led him to class, hoping to god that Ranma didn't see the horde charging at Akane.
Classroom...
Nabiki took her usual seat near the window of the class room, Ranma waited at front of the class, by the window, waiting for the teacher to arrive and introduce him when something caught his eye, Akane had finally turned up to school and was been charged at by the boys, he had to admit Akane's battle aura was impressive even if her skill was lacking but the anger made it uncontrollable the basic thing was Akane couldn't fight at her best unless enveloped by rage it seemed and by then she couldn't control herself.
It wasn't until Akane was half way through the horde that Ranma saw what was going on, the males were coping feels every chance they got, even while receiving powerful punches and kicks they would grab her, they were harassing her, harassment that Ranma was all too familiar with. Anger coursed through him, images of her past flashing before his minds eye, images of what her father let people do to him when he was a her, images of what people paid Genma to do to her, images of every time he was raped.
A deep red glow formed around Ranma and only grew in size and darker colour as these images continued to flash before him, for this was the great power within him, his rage for he had learned the ultimate Ki technique of the anything goes school, a technique that can only be mastered through true suffering, a technique that taps into the strongest emotion it finds and exploits it, merging it with the Ki, each with its own different affect, depression would act almost like a shield forcing all those that come into contact with it to feel the despair of the user but anger was another story, anger was a weapon, anger would destroy and what coursed through Ranma at that moment was pure rage.
Nabiki dared not even move, Ranma's aura was putting Akane's to shame, she wasn't a martial artist but even she could feel the raw power there, she watched as Ranma leaped from the window.
Miss Hinako, currently in her child form was about to enter her classroom when she felt it, Ki solely based on anger and pure rage, it was raw and powerful, she began to fear for her students safety, charging through the door just in time to see a student she had yet to see before, not wearing a school uniform, jump from the window, she ran to the window, looking over, expecting to see a student fall to his death only to see him land gracefully, his aura burning the ground, even disintegrating some of it. She watched as he approached the horde, the fighting stopped.
Akane glanced round in confusion, all the boys had turned their backs to her, no longer fighting or trying to feel her but now backing away from something or someone, she tried to peer over their heads to see what it was, she couldn't quite see it but she could feel it though and it scared her, she'd never felt such power before and then she saw him, Ranma Saotome walking through the horde, he didn't say anything but his expression spoke volumes, the boys began to scatter, all could see he was in no mood to talk and would likely beat the shit out of them at best if they tried anything, they had seen what he did to Kuno.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Akane roared, fuming that Ranma had interrupted her morning fights.
"No more" Ranma replied, his voice barley a whisper.
"WHAT?" Akane yelled.
"No more, these fights end, NOW" Ranma roared, his knuckles turning white within his fists.
Meanwhile...
Kasumi had entered the guestroom and was now going through Ranma and Genma's packs, hoping to find some clue to why Ranma was like this, hoping she could find a way to help him, she found nothing in Ranma's pack besides scrolls and bricks and several rocks, her gaze narrowed at this, there was no excuse for Ranma to carry such weight, she turned to Genma's pack and began searching, she found even more scrolls, a couple yen, an empty canteen, a book and a piece of paper.
Kasumi picked out the paper and carefully unfolded, she read it over and felt all the blood drain from her face and felt the strength of her grip increase as she heard the paper crinkle and for the first time in so long Kasumi felt angry, for in her hands was a contract, a contract she never believed in her wildest dreams, no her most horrific nightmares, a contract with inhuman terms, she read it over and over, hoping she had misread it but it was to no avail.
'So this is the reason why Ranma is like this...that bastard, he takes Ranma and treats him the way he did and to top it all off he ensures he can never see his mother again, especially now he has that curse, how can Ranma become a man among men when he turns into a woman, if his mother even sees him he will have to commit seppuku, he's trapped, Ranma is trapped, either live life as a homeless ronin, hell on earth, then again his other choice is living under his father's authority, that's even worse and his final choice is...death' Kasumi gasped within her mind before falling to her knees, forgetting all about the book, tears welling in her eyes, her mother was dead but with Ranma it was almost just as bad, his mother was alive and well yet he could never see her without her killing him, she imagined how she would feel having to hide behind an abusive father from the one who was supposed to love her most of all.
If only Kasumi knew that what she had found this day was still merely the tip of the iceberg, another layer, barley beneath the surface, only hiding the true horror of Ranma's life for what Ranma has suffered, has lost is far more than what this contract has took from him.
Furinkan High...
Ranma was stood at the front of the class, waiting for Miss Hinako to introduce him to the class, the child of a teacher continued to look over him, sizing him up and filing him in her mind under delinquet, she was surprised though that the boy didn't react to see a child teaching a class.
"Well class this is our new student, Ranma Saotome, now Ranma why don't you tell the class something about yourself" Hinako introduced, never turning away from the student, Ranma stepped forward.
"As you now know my name is Ranma Saotome, I'm a practitioner of the Saotome School Of Anything Goes Martial Arts" Ranma replied.
"Anything Goes?" Hinako gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I take it as you know my style?" Ranma asked, giving the diminutive teacher a sideways glance.
"I'm familiar with the original style not your particular branch though" Hinako admitted.
"Don't be so sure teach I'd recognize that technique anywhere, Happö Go-en Satsu, am I right?" Ranma inquired with a small smirk, raising his eyebrow before heading towards the empty seat at the front of the class next to the window, leaving the gawking teacher behind him.
'How does he know my technique?' Hinako mused before starting on that days lesson, paying special close attention to her new students, making sure to take every opportunity she could to catch him off guard with a question.
"Saotome, answer this question" Hinako instructed tapping an equation with her ruler.
"X=5" Ranma responded.
"This" Hinako tried again with another question.
"X=Y to the power of negative one" Ranma replied, Nabiki just stared at Ranma, her father had told her that Ranma would most likely need help but he appeared to be a very fast learner.
By the end of the class Hinako had given up on trying to catch Ranma out, the break bell sounded and her students began to file out.
"Mr Saotome could you stay behind for a couple minutes?" Hinako asked, Ranma nodded and stepped out of the cue to leave the classroom and approached his teacher.
"Yes Sensei?" Ranma asked.
"Ranma how are you familiar with my technique when you haven't even seen me use it?" Hinako asked.
"The child form kind of gave it away" Ranma replied.
"You know what I mean" Hinako stressed, pouting at Ranma's reply, the sight was rather cute.
"You're not the only one who knows that technique" Ranma replied.
"What?" Hinako asked after blinking.
'He can't know it, you have to be young to learn that technique and there's no way he's held his true form for this long' Hinako screamed within her mind.
"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough teach" Ranma replied before heading out of the classroom, leaving behind him the bewildered teacher.
Meanwhile...
In another city of Japan an exhausted girl collapsed upon her bed, or rather her mattress, next week was her sixteenth birthday and she already knew what would happen, it would be the same as every year, she would work until she was too tired to stand and all her muscles ached before collapsing on this dusty, old, stained mattress and fall asleep, the only difference would be she'd 'go on the market' as her 'boss' put it, he always told her once she reached sixteen she would join the ranks of his other prostitutes, all money paid straight to him and then she'd get a miniscule cut, if she got any of it. She'd often tried to run away and always failed and was now locked in her own room, when she approached her 'boss' with the speech how she had rights and wasn't a mere object he would say,
'I bought you when you were a couple days old, I own you, you have no rights' and he was right, she was sold to him, she belonged to him and from what he told her it was her own grand father who sold her to him. She looked round her room, it was small, old and dusty, walls built of wood, a small dresser with some clothes piled on top, work clothes which consisted of revealing dresses and shirts and a couple pants, all of which highlight her curves and made her look rather loose and slutty, just like her boss wanted.
In the center of her ceiling was a single light bulb, no light shade or anything, the room was only big enough for the dresser and her mattress, she had no sheet or blanket and so had to make do with her work clothes and get beaten for wrinkling them or sleep in the nude or in her underwear and hope it isn't too cold.
Her door shook violently, the signature knock of her owner.
"What are you doing in there you still have another hour before your break" he roared.
"Sykes I'm exhausted, I've been working since midnight" she moaned.
"WHAT?!" Sykes roared.
"Nothing, I'll be right there" she replied rather quickly a slight stutter in her voice, she learned long ago never to make Sykes angry.
'Why?...Why did he sell me to him...did he know I'd become a slut the minute I turn sixteen...did he know I'd bring dishonor...or did my mother just not want me?' these thoughts echoed throughout her mind day in day out as she worked, the first thing she thought of when she woke up and the last thing she would think before falling asleep and every night she would dream of finding her mother, finding her against all odds before it turned into a nightmare and she'd tell her she didn't want her and send her back to Sykes.
A/N Hope you all liked the chappie, plz review and as always I am open to suggestions, I will take constructive criticism as long as you have a suggestion to make it better but if you only have criticism I don't want or need to hear it, no one does.