Author Note: Okay so this chapter is rather short compared to some chapters I write So I apologize if you wanted more I'll be writing a bigger chapter very soon since I really want to move on to the next phase of the story.
Also, I am sorry for my long delays in chapter launches, I have so many projects I created which was my own fault and doing so many ideas I wanted to get out when I should have focused on just one story or another. -Zeltronica
U.M. Chapter:10
Time marched on as Red assaulted the structure that was home to the wing that controlled the departed's Shinji's branch of the yakuza if she could finish them off she could possibly put herself out of their crosshairs forever, but there was only one minor hiccup left to deal with and that was the boss who was upstairs trapped with an army of guards between her and him.
Just outside several jet black trucks pulled up, their headlights and running lights currently shut off, eventually once they arrived the occupants all departed the vehicles all dressed in what appeared to be suites each wielding assault weapons of various types.
Each one was Russian in origin, all looked to be of age to have taken part in the cold war of the fifties if a passerby was to glance upon them.
Only one stood out a rather tall long-blond-hair, blue-eyed Russian with a burn scar across the right-side of the woman's face running down past the collar of her suite she was wearing which consisted of a dark purple woman's business suit dress, with block stockings worn over her legs, and black high heels on her feet.
Draped across her shoulders was a military coat of the U.S.S.R. On the shoulders were the bars of a Soviet/Russian army captain which appeared to be worn but in a rather good condition,
Her rose painted lips pursed as she looked to the windows that were flashing as if gunfire was going on, of course, the sounds of gunfire were barely mistakable through the stone walls.
One of the men approached her "Boss it would appear someone is already fighting the Yakuza bastard your orders?" he inquired only receiving a low grunt from his boss.
The woman in question observed the fighting had already neared the top, by the gunfire she couldn't tell how many were in the process of the assault which was currently putting a dampener on her meticulous planning.
She had considered for assaulting the structure herself since not only would she have to consider carrying out her plan, but also attacking an unknown force that could be well over one-hundred men strong assuming that is how many it would take to assault a building this size with as many armed gunmen as the man inside supposedly had under his employ.
She knew for a fact her people could easily deal with whatever lay inside, her people were composed of very reliable soldiers of the defunct red army which consisted of ex-VDV, Spetnaz and red-army forces who were trained for a possible world war three that never came.
With a light cluck of her tongue, she spoke up. "We wait and see what comes out, We have time there will be no police heading this way for another twenty-four hours so time is on our side," she explained to her men to assure them.
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Red continued passed walking over the broken remains of her enemies as she took one down after another, bothering to shoot the survivors who lay upon the floor moaning in pain, in her eyes she did them a mercy unlike Ranma she didn't see the point in sparing a possible future enemy to herself and those around her.
The only thing she agreed with Ranma on was the idea of sparing an enemy that bid her no fatal harm if it was just a simple brawl and nothing more she would spare them.
Not only that she felt she shouldn't deal fatal blows to anyone outside of a contract, since anything involving a contract no matter what was a messy business and should at all times be paid for due to the risks to herself, and her reputation.
Once finished with her current floor she approached the next stairwell, removing the old mags from her pistols that were now empty, proceeding to replace them while dropping the old mags on the floor where the clattered with a sound of steel on concrete as they hit the floor.
Proceeding to pull the slides on each gun she was now ready to enter the next flight of stairs, proceeding to open the door taking aim as she entered, her heartbeat raced in anticipation for the fire-storm that waited inside.
A few moments of eerie silence passed yet no gunfire happened instead she was greeted with an empty stairwell. Proceeding up the steps her feet were barely making a sound on the cold steel planks, eventually, she reached the top of the stairs opening the door slowly proceeding to peer around the corners observing yet no more enemies.
She continued inside observing the lights were currently off, her eyes scanned the darkness of the hallway only the illumination of light provided by the moon from the hall's windows gave the hall an eerie blue hue.
Just ahead of her was a rather large double steel door, inside she was sure was her target awaiting his fate, though she wasn't stupid and figured he pulled his remaining fire-power back into that very room.
She continued walking eventually coming to a stop proceeding to slung her grenade launcher from over her back, proceeding to open the breach observing she only had one grenade left.
She proceeded to pump it firing the last grenade at the door which was quickly splintered to pieces and inward hitting anyone that was stupid enough to be near the door, some screams were heard from the men inside, however she heard the sound of steel cutting through wind as she quickly raised the launcher blocking a sword that was heading straight for her throat.
She quickly ducked the blade as it sheered the grenade launcher in half, Red quickly rolled away proceeding to take on a fighting stance proceeding to put her right pistol away into its perspective shoulder holster, pulling the Saotome honor-blade from its sheath.
Her calculating eyes looking over her assailant which appeared to be a man who was standing at five-foot-three, emerald green eyes with long raven-hair tied via a glowing green thread, he wore the black gi of a martial-artist, Worn on his head was a black-and-white patterned bandanna.
"Red-Reaper we finally meet I've waited for this day to come forever now." The man softly spoke, his back to the men who were all in the room taking aim at the hallway.
Red considered the man a moment not at all recognizing him. "Do I know you?" she reluctantly queried as she really didn't have time to be having a conversation with a man she felt would be dead very soon.
"I Red-Reaper am the man they call when a bad dog needs put down, and the way I see it you could do us both a favor and take that gun in your left hand put it to your head and pull the trigger, You cannot beat me I am the Black-Reaper of Japan maybe now you heard of me?" he questioned.
Red narrowed her eyes, a bewildered expression to her face. "Black-Petunia 'er what." she paused a moment trying to recollect before shaking her head. "I've never heard of you until now... and the Red-Reaper is that what they call me or something?" she questioned.
"Yes indeed they call you the Red-Reaper which is why I want to take that pretty head and mount it on my wall as a trophy." the so-called Black Reaper stated giving red a leering look as he gazed down from her toes back up to her head lingering a moment on her chest.
Red stifled a laugh as this was getting a little too ridiculous for her to handle. 'First, they call me Angel Of Death, now they calling me the Red-Reaper... and this guy is worse than Kuno when he was a teenager.' she thought as she attempted to keep a straight face before going into full-on laughter as if the man adjacent to her had told some kind of joke.
Inwardly she considered a moment. 'Though I have to admit Red-Reaper does sound pretty catchy I kinda like it.' she finished her thought, though her laughter hadn't died down which only caused the man across from her to gain a furious expression.
"Listen as much as I want to just blow my own brains out at your request I must seriously decline. I have an appointment with your boss and I am late as it is and you know how much he hates waiting on his employee's to show up to the meeting so I am going to have to pass," she stated proceeding in firing off five shots which the swordsman effortlessly managed to deflect.
Red gained an owlish expression as the Black-Reaper closed the distance and with quick and precise movements of his sword had managed to cut her left pistol to pieces, she barely had time to let go of the gun feeling the bottom side of the sword as it glanced off her skin somehow not cutting her flesh.
She quickly backpedaled proceeding to move the hilt of her honor-blade to her left hand, whilst with her right she retrieved her other hand-gun proceeding to take aim firing off some rounds that were quickly deflected like her previous attempt and that gun too was cut to pieces again she barely managed to pull her hand back rolling backwards and away from her opponent.
"Wow, you are good holy shit." Red spat, proceeding to take on a defensive stance taking the hilt of the Saotome honor-blade in both hands.
'I don't even think Kuno could have done that... Jeez if I don't watch myself this guy is going to have my head on his wall if I am not careful.' she thought to herself, proceeding to eye the man warily and with a great air of caution.
The man quickly closed the distance proceeding to engage the red-head in sword to sword combat their blades were a blur, the clashing of steel rang out throughout the hall, both combatants seemed effortless in their foot-and-sword movements, Red somehow managing to go on the assault forcing her opponent backward and towards the office of the man who was waiting for her.
As the fighters continued their bladed battle it was now Red's turn to be pushed backward by the black reapers onslaught the men inside the officer watching the ensuing battle in hopes that the offending Red-head would be cut down and then they could breathe a sigh of relief.
However that relief would never come to pass as the Red-head had tired of the battle she was having proceeding to throw her sword with precision she managed to impale the Black-Reaper in the gut, then with several movements of her hands she sent a torrent of invisible killer blades that cut the man to pieces right before their very eyes.
She proceeded to step forward taking hold of the hilt of the Saotome honor-blade with her right-hand proceeding to slip it out of what was left of the black reapers body proceeding forward towards the room.
Flashes of light lit up as gunfire and smoke filled the air, with skilled precision Red managed to deflect most of the rounds that were fired taking several shots into her torso though thanks to the vest she was mostly unscathed, however four rounds sank home into the flesh of her right leg causing her to shriek, however staving through the pain she pushed forward cutting all the men down with her sword, retrieving a sub-machine gun from her now torn and holy trench-coat she proceeded to spray it at the last of the men she could readily see inside the room, the boss taking cover behind his desk.
It was then that more gunfire erupted this time from somewhere behind her and to the right, she spun around rolling to the floor having taken several more shots to her right leg, taking aim she sprayed the rest of the clip taking those men down.
One before he hit the floor firing a last two round that one of which barely missed her face by mere inches, the other taking out her right eye, causing her to wail like a banshee as she reached up holding with her left hand the eye she had been struck in.
With fury she spiked the Saotome Honor-blade into the floor forcing herself to stand, the searing pain in her right leg caused her to shriek again, she gained a scowl looking to the offending object between herself and her current target with her one good eye proceeding to limp forward pulling the blade from the floor allowing it to drag along the tiled floor causing an eerie scraping sound as it drug along.
Blood poured from the eye wound, the blood flowing down her right cheek and onto her black clothing causing it to have a sheen in the office lighting which even so was rather low.
Upon reaching the desk she reached with her left hand taking hold proceeding to throw it up and over where it crashed with a loud thump, the man hiding beneath it gained eyes like saucers, in his left hand he held what appeared to be a nine-millimeter Baretta proceeding in pulling the trigger several times, his aim not being good however his target took one shot to her un-injured left leg which which barely missed the knee by inches going into her thigh.
She let out another shriek as she proceeded in swiping with her sword cutting the hand that held the gun off in one blow, blood spurted from the wound splattering onto the floor, his hand hit the floor with a flop, as the steel of the gun clattered to the floor.
The pudgy man looked to the stub of his hand screaming in pain, proceeding to speak. "You fucking bitch you cut my hand off you fucking bitch!" he bellowed.
She let a pained grunt escape her lips glaring daggers at the man. "In case you didn't know it I've seemed to lost my eye and have taken several shots to my right leg and you shot me in my left leg so I think we nearly even 'Boss'." she spat the last proceeding to kneel down so she could be eye level with the man she was about to execute.
"You are going to do me a favor before you die, it's a rather simple favor really unless of, course you want everyone you hold dear to die." she said keeping a glaring left eye on her so-called boss.
Her boss looked at her with a bemused look. "Oh what you going to kill me and my entire family what kind of threat is that the rest of the families will deal with you you can trust with that." he spat.
"Oh no you have it entirely wrong, see they will be the one's to kill your loved one's, your friends even the family dog and their family pets. If it didn't occur to you they have lost a large amount of money, they even have the Russians knocking on their door, thanks to some information I may have gave the police several drug cashes and money cashes have been seized. All of which will lead back to you since you couldn't handle the situation." she calmly explained with a smirk of her own that could have rivaled that of a devil.
Gaining a serious look as he began to realize the gravity of his situation, and the one thing he cared for more on this earth was his daughter who had no official ties to the business he didn't want her harmed he begrudgingly looked to the offending red-head.
"What is it you would have me do?" he inquired which illicited a chuckle from the red-head kneeling before him.
Red chuckled some more before finally speaking. "I want you to call your boss and tell him the Red-Reaper has met her demise, and that you accept full responsibility for the actions of those under your employ and will perform ritual seppuku." she said with a sing-song voice.
Her boss furrowed his brow. "You want me to kill myself... I can't do that I-" he found himself cut off by the red-head who grabbed him by the throat with an iron vice of her left hand. "You will perform ritual seppuku I am offering you an honorable way out you better take it if you wish your daughter to live past her twelfth birthday... I promise I'll execute her myself especially if my Family ends up executed."
Seeming to consider his options weighing them carefully, he finally retrieved his phone dialing a number, proceeding to bring the phone to his ear speaking with the man on the other end of the line.
"I have permanently dealt with the Red-Reaper... Yes boss she is very dead and sleeping deep in the pacific, as for her family and friends they have no knowledge of us or what she did for a living." he paused waiting for the individual on the other end.
The boss-man cursed to himself proceeding to speak. "I understand everything I will take full responsibility after we end this phone-call boss, also I don't have long the Russians are storming the building as we speak." he then ended the call looking to the red-head. I did as you asked, but he probably will kill them anyways since you told the police everything." he said with a light-hearted chuckle.
"Don't worry I haven't told them anything as of yet, now do as you said you would." Red said, producing a tanto from her coat pocket laying it upon his lap.
He then gained a slim smile at the red-head who gained a weary look to her features. "Oh you didn't know the Russians were landing well they are outsides maybe if I am lucky they will shoot you to pieces on the way out." he spat.
The pudgy man's smile then turned to a frown as he proceeded in forcing himself into a kneeling position proceeding to thrust the taunto he held in his only hands into his gut proceeding to twist, and slice to the right blood pooling to the floor. Red watched on in mute satisfaction proceeding to stand proceeding to turn away to leave the structure.
As she painfully limped she looked out the window observing several jet black vehicles, and an army of heavily armed men waiting outside.
'Guess this is it Ranma I did my best but looks like this is the end of me.' Red inwardly spoke to her better half who was for all lacks and purpose was long gone now.
She let a bitter chuckle escape her lips as she was happy that everyone she and Ranma cared for would be safe now she could die happy knowing that.
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Outside the Russians waited patiently for their leader to give the order to assault the structure, the air was eerily calm, the gun-fire and fire flashes in the windows had long silenced and went dark. Thirty long minutes passed, eventually a young looking red-haired girl stepped out of the structure in her right hand she held a Japanese katana that drug the ground as it seemed the red-head barely had the strength or will to lift it off the ground, in her left hand she held a light-machine gun that looked like a larger Chinese version of a Kalashnikov it was raised barrel high in the air.
Draped over her left shoulder was the belt of the machine gun, several rounds followed behind her dragging on the ground.
The blond-haired woman watched the red-head dressed in black, a pursing her lips in a slim smile of anticipation as she watched the red-head bring the light machine gun down one-handed taking aim as she limped forward.
"Amazing you can hold that thing with one hand, but can you fire it one-handed little girl?" she inquired, proceeding to take ten steps forward not yet arming herself, no fear shown on her face, holding her right hand up for her men to not fire a round as of yet.
Red kept a her one good eye trained on the blond-haired woman she assumed to be the leader of the Russian group, the light machine gun trained on the woman's chest.
"Well enough to cut you in two before the rest of you men cut me down." she threatened in English that was far better than her departed better half.
The blond-haired woman didn't even flinch, proceeding to take ten more bold steps forward proceeding to retrieve a cigar and a lighter.
"Listen to me Red-Reaper I know exactly who you are, and it would seem you have already done what we came to do so I am willing to put that threat aside as a courtesy, but threaten me again I will with my dying breath be sure that you and all you hold dear are ended."
Red glared at the offending blonde-haired Russian woman who's the right side of her face looked to have been put in a fryer. "What is with everyone bringing my family and friends into this?" she questioned to no one in particular.
"Its the nature of the business my red-haired friend. Now put the machine-gun down and that sword and let us talk business between the two of us what do you say?" the woman offered, proceeding to light her cigar puffing on it as smoke wafted into the damp night air.
Red considered her options a moment finally relenting and throwing the machine gun aside, she then replaced the sword into its sheath. Taking a few cautious steps forward, the blonde-haired Russian seemed to be scrutinizing her appearance.
"You look like you could use some medical attention, I have some medics in my employ waiting in the rear truck, How would you like to come with us?" she offered.
Red considered the offer feeling weak forcing herself to stay standing even though she about fell due to consciousness threatening to leave her due to blood loss from her various wounds, her vision fading fast.
"She started to speak falling forward, as consciousness finally left her the Russian woman watched as she hit the pavement with a thud, she then gestured her men forward who quickly went about picking the red-head up and dragging her to the rear truck.
Zeltronica: Okay so ends this bloody chapter, Red is now in the hands of the Russians will she live or will she die only time will tell also will she end up working for the Russians now also only time will tell.
Next chapter Ryoga searches for the Mother of his children's whereabouts, and time marches on for the Nerima residents who are left behind in the aftermath.