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Hell's Favorite Demon
Chapter 10
Ryoga blinked and stared at the cloud of flies congregating in the center of the lobby. He was silent for a minute before proclaiming, "They're in cahoots together!"
Ranma, who sat beside the young boy asked, "Who?"
"The flies! And them!"
"Who's them?"
"Them! The ones who're after me! They're in cahoots with the flies! Not only are they trying ta take me out, they're trying ta take over Niflehime!"
Ranma raised an eyebrow at him. "You're a new kind of special aren't you?"
Ryoga paused and tilted his head. "I like blood."
"Yeah…You wanna play tag instead of wonderin' when the flies and them are going to take you out?"
"Sure!"
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"What…the fuck…was that?" Ryoga exclaimed as he shook his head and tried to keep standing straight, the completely random flashback throwing him off balance.
"My teleportation spell?" Ranma answered.
"Isn't that shit a divine spell?"
Ranma looked away. "Oops."
"Oops, my ass." Ryoga growled. He leaned against a wall to brace himself. "Fix me!"
Ranma sighed. "Fine, fine." He walked into the kitchen of his house, where they were currently situated, and he opened his fridge. "You want caramel?"
"Yes."
Ranma tossed Ryoga a glass bottle and leaned against the wall as Ryoga drank the Starbucks drink.
"Hell, that's kick ass stuff, man…" He guzzled the rest of the drink and noticed Mara still passed out on the couch as he regained his strength. "How long has she been like that?" he asked, gesturing to the comatose she-devil.
"Hm," he walked over and took a whiff of the air. "Woah…She's been like this since late last night, but I'd say this is a new bout of drunken goodness considering the smell and the position." Ranma waved a hand her way and walked back to the wall he was leaning on before. "She's half sitting now, this morning she was on her face on the carpet with everything else on the couch."
Ryoga nodded and smirked as he walked over to Mara and stood on the couch, his feet on either side of her. Ranma burst out laughing as Ryoga began to tea bag the comatose Mara.
"You're horrible, man." He slid down the wall a bit before shaking his head and pulling him off the couch. "Down, boy, down, out of general affection for family I have to stop you from tea bagging my step-sister any further."
Ryoga pouted, "Fine, fine, don't we have business ta get to anyway?"
"That we do, my friend. But first, let's get away from the smell of sake before it starts giving us a buzz," He led Ryoga upstairs and into the game room, he racked the balls on the pool table before he spoke again, "I seem to have made an enemy in Juuban…"
"Dude, if ya pissed off the Senshi you're on your own, I'm telling ya that right now."
"No, it's nothing like that; I actually made friends with them for the most part…" Ranma waited for Ryoga to break, "My enemy seems to be a demon that has marked Juuban for its own."
"Ya need help ta take the guy out?" Ryoga asked condescendingly, shooting a solid ball into a pocket before missing a shot.
"No, but I figured it'd be more fun I had a buddy helping me out to take them out one by one, starting with the lower ranks and working our way up."
"You gonna get T.K. ta help too?"
Ranma nodded, "Think of it as training for the upcoming Hell Tourney."
Ryoga smirked, actually looking a little giddy, "I can't fuckin' wait, this'll be T.K.'s first year in, right?"
Ranma smirked back, "Yeah, we'll have to show him the way we do things before the elimination rounds."
Ryoga grinned widely, "Oh, this is gonna be fun…"
"Definitely… 8 ball, corner pocket."
"Damn it!"
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While the boys were upstairs planning the underground takeover of Juuban and training for the upcoming Hell Tournament, Amun was downstairs in the living room with Mara. A thought removed his nose from his physical form before the foul stench of sake (to his cat nose) overwhelmed him.
He sat on Mara's chest watching her intently before laying a single claw on the tip of her nose, "Let's see how much pain the inebriated demoness can handle." And slowly, Amun pressed the claw into her nose before running it down her cheek, drawing a line of blood that healed shortly after appearing.
Amun gained a shifty look in his eyes as he looked around and then began carving his name in Mara's cheek over and over and over and over again.
It was a little while later before Mara even begun to twitch from the repeated cheek abuse. Finally, the demoness blinked her eyes open to see Amun in front of her face and his claw pulling away from her cheek.
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes."
"What're you doing?" Mara asked as she slowly sat up.
"Amusing myself in the hopes that you would get up and take a shower so we can decontaminate the couch."
"You're an ass."
"I try."
Mara got up off the couch and knocked Amun off her, managing to sneak in a quick kick to his ribs, before climbing the stars slowly. She made her way to the bathroom and undressed before sitting on the stool and letting the cold water wash over her.
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"So, are we gonna play another round of pool? Or are we going to go and visit T.K.?" Ryoga asked as Ranma played with one of the balls on the table, rolling it around on the felt and making it rebound off of the other balls.
"Hm, well, we can go talk to T.K. tomorrow morning, since you still have classes you should be going to, lest you want to deal with Akane the She-Beast."
"Heh, Akane the She-Beast, I like that…"
"Glad to be able to add to your material," Ranma rolled his eyes at his childhood friend, "Anyway, we'll go there…well, not tomorrow morning, but we'll hit T.K.'s place when we've finished some minor hunting tonight."
"Minor hunting?"
"You know, we walk around dark alleys hoping to get jumped so we can beat people into bloody messes," He shrugged, "You know, the usual."
Ryoga almost jumped for joy, instead, he grinned. He grinned an evil, sinister grin that would've sent shivers down a normal man's spine to witness it. As it was, Ranma simply matched it with one of his own, one even more sinister. And together, they promised a night filled with pain to any and all that would cross the two.
They jumped as the door slammed open, "Who's been usin' my bath soaps!"
Ryoga stared at the fully nude Mara who stood in the open doorway with a frustrated look on her face. Ranma just raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"You didn't have bath soaps here, last I checked. Besides, couldn't you conjure up bath soaps if you really needed to?"
Mara just gave Ranma a blank stare before turning around, effectively mooning the boys, and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Dude…" Ryoga muttered.
"Ryoga, that's Mara you were staring at."
"But that body-!"
"My step-sister."
"The curves!"
"The relation to my mother," Ryoga stared at his shoes and Ranma slapped him in the back of the head, "Stop thinking about Mara like that!"
"Trying!"
Ranma finally swung his foot back then forward, viciously striking Ryoga between the legs. He growled, "Can you hear me now?"
Ryoga let out a squeak. "Loud and… clear." He gave a thumbs up before falling to his knees.
Ranma pat his head. "Good, idiot." He walked out of the room, hanging his pool stick on the way out, and shouted down the hall. "Mara, this isn't a freaking strip club, stop giving a free show and put on some fucking clothes!"
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By the time Ryoga recovered from the blow to his gonads, it was shortly after sunset and it was getting progressively darker as the minutes passed. Ryoga would've questioned it if he hadn't been informed of the bet Apollo had lost to Ranma a week ago.
"So, in a fit of anger he pretty much toasted the poker table, cards, and his chair." Ranma said.
"At least he's keeping to his word."
Ranma grinned, "Damn straight, a full month of early sunsets, all before 6pm. I love it already."
"And you're not the only one, man," Ryoga grinned just as wide as they prowled the darkening streets, lingering in front of alleyways and taking shortcuts rumored to be dangerous. There was a minute of silence as the two of them paused in between intersections of a particular set of dark and dank alleys. "So, when's the fun start?"
There was no answer; Ryoga couldn't even hear Ranma's breathing, though if he did he'd have been concerned. "Ranma?" Ryoga looked around, his night vision was nowhere near as good as his best friend's; for a young man who wished so fervently to be a creature of the night (i.e. a vampire), Ryoga would've been "fresh meat" to the elder vamps.
He heard a slight scuffle off to the side and let out a sigh as Ranma emerged from the shadows, a slight smile on his face. "Ya didn't even give me my damned glasses, so I couldn't even see what was goin' on! Those kills don't count, damn it!"
Ranma shook his head, "How the hell have you survived this long?" He stepped up to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. "Also, I don't have your glasses. You do."
Ryoga paused and checked his pockets for them; he chuckled sheepishly as he placed the modified sunglasses on his face. "You're lucky I like you."
"Yeah, sure, if you say so." Ranma turned and continued on down the alley. "Keep up, this is our practice for the tournament."
Ryoga recovered the distance between them quickly, tripping Ranma and sprinting ahead. "Every man for himself!"
"Bastard!" Ranma growled. He stood and melted into the shadows, gaining on Ryoga just as fast as the distance had once again been put between them. From there on out, the only sounds were the occasional grunt as each demon tried to trip or incapacitate the other.
To Be Continued…
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