Yet another Ranma-As-An-Orochi-Descendant Fic
part 9
'Prada'
Light, darkness, light, darkness, light, darkness.
Just as the darknes came, great and unbearable pain would follow. The return of the light only heralded the return of the pain. Even to such a great fighter, a hardened warrior, it was torment without hope of relenquishment. No matter the defense put up, no matter how much pleading was done, the pain was relentless, the pain was delicious, the pain was unavoidable.
Through tear streaked and swollen eyes, the only thing that could be made out was a single word that came with the light, a word spelled in Romanic alphabet. A sinister word that emphisized suffering...
'Prada'
'Prada'
'Prada'
__________________
"NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!!!" Shampoo screamed in her native Mandarin, as she sat up, attempting to cover her lovely face in vain against the pain from her nightmare. With a slight peak, realizing she was no longer in the midst of a... battle... for lack of a better word... actually, we can come up with quite a few words with 'slaughter' being the most paramount of them, but we digress...
Shampoo found herself not before the redheaded outsider girl she had vowed to kill, but among exorbant Chinese silk sheets, within a massive room of elaborate decoration. Before, if she had woken up in such lavish quarters, the young Amazon would have found herself confused. Then again, after waking up to such decadance with regular frequence, it hardly drew Shampoo's concern...
She fought female Ranma, and once again nearly had her head taken off.
If male Ranma followed his usual pattern... "Anyone? Is someone here?"
A woman of Chinese descent dressed in a smart women's business suit descended the marble staircase that lead to the upper entertaining room of the hotel Emperor's suite Shampoo was being kept at. "Good afternoon, Ms. Xian Pu. We did the best we could to clean you up, and several new outfits have been paid for and delivered for your duration. I am Park Kim Quang, your hired translator for your stay in Japan."
Shampoo sighed, before addressing the woman, "Ranma, the male one, he's paying for this, I presume?" She already knew the answer, but she felt small talk was best to help her calm down from the rather vivid nightmare.
"I believe the name was Ranma, so I presume the question to your answer is yes."
Shampoo nodded, before reaching her fingertips up to her forehead, and finding the familiar indenture of 'Prada' there, "Of course, and what does he have to say, this time?"
Shampoo's translator blinked in some surprise, and recited the message that was left, written on the notepaper she pulled from her vestpocket, "You retreated to defense way too fast before she even hit you. You also need to stop feinting with your left when you start into battle, it's too damn predictable. Your pain threshold seems to have gone up, good. I... er... she had to stomp you a dozen more times before you let go of her other leg. Don't get discouraged, you're getting closer to killing her each time. Keep training. Your pal, Ranma Yamazaki."
The woman in the business suit had to pause several times, as she disbelievingly read the contents of the letter. She folded it back up once finish, and looked at Shampoo with a great deal of concern, "Ms. Xian Pu, are you being harrassed or abused? If so, we may best contact the authorities."
Shampoo curled up into a ball on the bed, and openly cried.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here sir, we now arrive within village of the Couragious Women." The pudgy Chinese man in a Maoist uniform introduced, as the trio strolled, well, two strolled, while one was unceremoniously dragged while unconcious, upon the sod walkway.
"'Couragious Women'?" Ranma-chan replied in an irritable voice, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Sensing the irritation within his currently awake customer, the guide gulped, and attempted to explain, "In this village the women are great warriors. You'll be hard pressed to find them any stronger."
"Hmph, sounds like a town full of dykes to me..." Ranma-chan commented, no longer finding much interest in the place. It was then the sounds of combat caught her attention.
"Here! You can watch them display their skills now!" the guide coerced. Hopefully, they would be so rapt in the fights that she wouldn't notice him trying to give them the slip. Full payment or not, that girl scared the shit out of him.
They arrived to find an amourous, lavender haired girl with twin maces battling a guy with a large club.
"Winning the tournament is a great honor among these women!" the guide shouted across to Ranma, as he attempted to fade into the crowd.
The lavender haired girl launched what Ranma figured was a shemale (she had never seen one before, and presumed that's what they looked like) far into the sky with an uppercutting blow. With a derisive snort, Ranma tossed the unconcious panda she was dragging behind her into the ground, causing its head to dig a furrow, and get half-buried into the ground. She then sat upon it like a giant been bag, "Ain't half-bad, I guess. I kick her ass, easy, though."
Ranma caught the mace heading for her chest with one hand. She rolled her eyes from the weapon up to the girl who had just thrown it, "I presume you're aim'n for the panda?"
The lavender haired girl stormed up to the redhead, "You would DARE insult this village's champion, braggart?"
"Feh, go play your little games on that log, girlie. I ain't got business with you," Ranma replied, turning her head away in disintrest.
Shampoo's ears suddenly spouted steam, as her smile became cracked, "Perhaps, outlander, you would like to... as you say, 'play my little game on the log' with me? I'll be quite delighted... and thorough to teach you the rules. Rule number one being, 'Don't fuck with us'."
Ranma stood up, and dusted the shed panda fur on her suit. She then kicked the panda... hard... for shedding on her in the first place, "Ya got a mouth on ya, I like that. Just lead the way, babe."
Ranma-chan swatted Shampoo on the ass as she turned away. The Amazon froze, and turned to throw the redhead her coldest gaze that promised instant death. Ranma remained unphased, "You gett'n up there, or what?"
In short time, Shampoo stood across the challenge log, balefully staring at her opponent. Crush her skull, then allow the diseased and horny degenerate men of her village to violate her corpse, that sounded about right for revenge.
Once the match was called Shampoo rushed at the well-dressed girl, feinting with her left bonbori mace, before launching forward with her right. Ranma had charged in at the same time as Shampoo, meeting her head on. The lavender haired girl smirked in victory, as she saw her opponent neither prepare to dodge, or guard against her weapon. With a satisfying sound of metal against flesh-covered bone, the outlander girl's head gave to the side.
Only to turn back to Shampoo, now donning a gleeful, maddened smile.
The Amazon froze in shock, allowing Ranma to suddenly latch onto her face with her right hand. Shampoo immidiately released her weapons to bring her hands up to pry the other girl's grip. She suddenly felt her body jolted, as the redhead started running to the other end of the log, and then jumping off with her in tow...
The audience gave a massive wince, as the outlander girl attempted to put Shampoo's head through a support beam. When that didn't work, Ranma ran to the other end of the log, screaming, and not letting go of Shampoo's head. Ranma's other hand slammed into the back of Shampoo's head, holding her in a double vice grip that would make hydrolic presses baulk, and then swung Shampoo's head into one of the other support poles with Shampoo's body trailing like a rag doll, as if she were attempting to crack, no, shatter a coconut against a steel pole.
Much to Ranma's chagrin, the pole gave away instead, leaving the challenge log supported only by three poles. With a gutteral growl, Ranma the swung her hands overhead, and rushed at the ill-hanging log. She then brought them down into the log, allowing the decidedly rather delicate human head to take the impact, over, and over, and over, and over, and over...
The challenge log broke in half, each piece collapsing the once joined ends to the ground. Ranma planted Shampoo feet-first into the ground, buried up to her knees. As Shampoo swayed drunkenly, Ranma grabbed each part of the challenge log, and positioned them on each side of Shampoo. The redhead then tensed up, as if she were about to go insane with hand cymbals...
By this time, none in the audience could watch anymore. and opted to turn away and cover their ears...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nabiki, Kasumi, and Soun all gave fearful, incredulous stares, as Ranma calmly recounted his first meeting with Shampoo.
"After that, she tracked me down, and gave me this kiss on the cheek. Since then, we've been sparring partners ever since." Ranma took a sip from his tea, and chuckled, "Heh, she did pick the damndest times to get some practice with me, though. Like when we were at the restaurant..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ranma-chan calmly ate her yak steak, while grinding Shampoo's head through the ceramic-tiled floor with her heel. The other restaurant patrons looked on, finding their appetites suddenly diminished...
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"... or that marketplace..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shampoo head flopped forward, as conciousness left her. The only thing keeping her supported was the monkspade staff that was wrapped around her, and the pole she was against...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"...Oh, and the port dock. Damn, I had a bad day that day! I probably was a bit harder on Shampoo than usual that time..."
Kasumi attempted to get her jaw working, but was unable to form any words to describe what she thought of Ranma at the moment.
Soun stared blankly, unable to comprehend the level of violence someone was capable of.
Nabiki was the only one to find her voice, albeit choked and severa octaves higher. "I... *ahem*... that's... most impressive... Ranma... I like a man who can... *gulp* be firm with a woman..."
"Eh, whatever," Ranma replied, getting up from the tearoom table, "I'm gonna go check up on Shampoo, anyone wanna go?"
Kasumi nodded, out of dire concern for the foreign girl, while hoping she could convince her to get away from Ranma, and never approach the redhead again. Nabiki nodded also, more concerned about earning brownie points with Ranma.
Ranma sniffed, and pulled out his cell-phone, while walking to the front door. He hit the speed dial on it, ringing up a limosine company he had programmed into it, while putting on his exorbantly expensive Prada brand shoes (Spring Wear).
__________________
With a great sigh of relief, the caucasion man in an impeccable business suit pulled the reports faxed to him from the machine, before quickly making his way to up to the office of Nodoka Yamazaki. He had found evidence that proves the whereabouts of her son, Ranma, in Japan. Once he gave it to her, his life was to exist that much longer.
As he rushed down the dimly lit hallway after exiting the elevator, from the darkness, a large hand reached out, and grabbed him by the scruff of his suit. Almost effortlessly, he found himself lifted into the air, and turned to be brought face a pair of violet glowing eyes.
"Mr. Epperson, ye'r in a hurry to my wife's office, I see."
Mr. Epperson refrained from screaming like a frightened little girl, and managed to control his paralyzing fear enough to reply, "Y-y-yes... I... I kn-know where y-your son is..."
"Really?" Ryuji asked in an interested voice, before using his free hand to rip the manilla folded from the other man's grasp. In it was a credit report of just a few hours prior, of a large sum of money being withdrawn from Ranma's account, and then a few hours later, a hotel Suite in Tokyo being reserved. "I thank ya for the info..." Ryuji put the envelope into his jacket, and set the quivering man down on the ground.
"B-b-but.... ifIdon'tgetthattoyourwifeshe'llhavemekilled!!!"
Ryuji Yamazaki mused over that point, "Yer right..." With a menacing glare, he focused on Mr. Epperson, "Run for your life..."
Mr. Epperson did just that. Unfortunately, it would be reported four hours from then that he was found floating in one of the sewage ditches. Sucks to run, only to die tired...
__________________
From her office, Nodoka watched the scene between her husband and the easily expendable employee. After her husband watched the other man run off, he then walked in the same direction, and entered the elevators.
Nodoka turned to the black statueque black woman just behind her, "Spite, follow my husband." The woman showed no facial expression, but nodded in reply.
part 9
'Prada'
Light, darkness, light, darkness, light, darkness.
Just as the darknes came, great and unbearable pain would follow. The return of the light only heralded the return of the pain. Even to such a great fighter, a hardened warrior, it was torment without hope of relenquishment. No matter the defense put up, no matter how much pleading was done, the pain was relentless, the pain was delicious, the pain was unavoidable.
Through tear streaked and swollen eyes, the only thing that could be made out was a single word that came with the light, a word spelled in Romanic alphabet. A sinister word that emphisized suffering...
'Prada'
'Prada'
'Prada'
__________________
"NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!!!" Shampoo screamed in her native Mandarin, as she sat up, attempting to cover her lovely face in vain against the pain from her nightmare. With a slight peak, realizing she was no longer in the midst of a... battle... for lack of a better word... actually, we can come up with quite a few words with 'slaughter' being the most paramount of them, but we digress...
Shampoo found herself not before the redheaded outsider girl she had vowed to kill, but among exorbant Chinese silk sheets, within a massive room of elaborate decoration. Before, if she had woken up in such lavish quarters, the young Amazon would have found herself confused. Then again, after waking up to such decadance with regular frequence, it hardly drew Shampoo's concern...
She fought female Ranma, and once again nearly had her head taken off.
If male Ranma followed his usual pattern... "Anyone? Is someone here?"
A woman of Chinese descent dressed in a smart women's business suit descended the marble staircase that lead to the upper entertaining room of the hotel Emperor's suite Shampoo was being kept at. "Good afternoon, Ms. Xian Pu. We did the best we could to clean you up, and several new outfits have been paid for and delivered for your duration. I am Park Kim Quang, your hired translator for your stay in Japan."
Shampoo sighed, before addressing the woman, "Ranma, the male one, he's paying for this, I presume?" She already knew the answer, but she felt small talk was best to help her calm down from the rather vivid nightmare.
"I believe the name was Ranma, so I presume the question to your answer is yes."
Shampoo nodded, before reaching her fingertips up to her forehead, and finding the familiar indenture of 'Prada' there, "Of course, and what does he have to say, this time?"
Shampoo's translator blinked in some surprise, and recited the message that was left, written on the notepaper she pulled from her vestpocket, "You retreated to defense way too fast before she even hit you. You also need to stop feinting with your left when you start into battle, it's too damn predictable. Your pain threshold seems to have gone up, good. I... er... she had to stomp you a dozen more times before you let go of her other leg. Don't get discouraged, you're getting closer to killing her each time. Keep training. Your pal, Ranma Yamazaki."
The woman in the business suit had to pause several times, as she disbelievingly read the contents of the letter. She folded it back up once finish, and looked at Shampoo with a great deal of concern, "Ms. Xian Pu, are you being harrassed or abused? If so, we may best contact the authorities."
Shampoo curled up into a ball on the bed, and openly cried.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here sir, we now arrive within village of the Couragious Women." The pudgy Chinese man in a Maoist uniform introduced, as the trio strolled, well, two strolled, while one was unceremoniously dragged while unconcious, upon the sod walkway.
"'Couragious Women'?" Ranma-chan replied in an irritable voice, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Sensing the irritation within his currently awake customer, the guide gulped, and attempted to explain, "In this village the women are great warriors. You'll be hard pressed to find them any stronger."
"Hmph, sounds like a town full of dykes to me..." Ranma-chan commented, no longer finding much interest in the place. It was then the sounds of combat caught her attention.
"Here! You can watch them display their skills now!" the guide coerced. Hopefully, they would be so rapt in the fights that she wouldn't notice him trying to give them the slip. Full payment or not, that girl scared the shit out of him.
They arrived to find an amourous, lavender haired girl with twin maces battling a guy with a large club.
"Winning the tournament is a great honor among these women!" the guide shouted across to Ranma, as he attempted to fade into the crowd.
The lavender haired girl launched what Ranma figured was a shemale (she had never seen one before, and presumed that's what they looked like) far into the sky with an uppercutting blow. With a derisive snort, Ranma tossed the unconcious panda she was dragging behind her into the ground, causing its head to dig a furrow, and get half-buried into the ground. She then sat upon it like a giant been bag, "Ain't half-bad, I guess. I kick her ass, easy, though."
Ranma caught the mace heading for her chest with one hand. She rolled her eyes from the weapon up to the girl who had just thrown it, "I presume you're aim'n for the panda?"
The lavender haired girl stormed up to the redhead, "You would DARE insult this village's champion, braggart?"
"Feh, go play your little games on that log, girlie. I ain't got business with you," Ranma replied, turning her head away in disintrest.
Shampoo's ears suddenly spouted steam, as her smile became cracked, "Perhaps, outlander, you would like to... as you say, 'play my little game on the log' with me? I'll be quite delighted... and thorough to teach you the rules. Rule number one being, 'Don't fuck with us'."
Ranma stood up, and dusted the shed panda fur on her suit. She then kicked the panda... hard... for shedding on her in the first place, "Ya got a mouth on ya, I like that. Just lead the way, babe."
Ranma-chan swatted Shampoo on the ass as she turned away. The Amazon froze, and turned to throw the redhead her coldest gaze that promised instant death. Ranma remained unphased, "You gett'n up there, or what?"
In short time, Shampoo stood across the challenge log, balefully staring at her opponent. Crush her skull, then allow the diseased and horny degenerate men of her village to violate her corpse, that sounded about right for revenge.
Once the match was called Shampoo rushed at the well-dressed girl, feinting with her left bonbori mace, before launching forward with her right. Ranma had charged in at the same time as Shampoo, meeting her head on. The lavender haired girl smirked in victory, as she saw her opponent neither prepare to dodge, or guard against her weapon. With a satisfying sound of metal against flesh-covered bone, the outlander girl's head gave to the side.
Only to turn back to Shampoo, now donning a gleeful, maddened smile.
The Amazon froze in shock, allowing Ranma to suddenly latch onto her face with her right hand. Shampoo immidiately released her weapons to bring her hands up to pry the other girl's grip. She suddenly felt her body jolted, as the redhead started running to the other end of the log, and then jumping off with her in tow...
The audience gave a massive wince, as the outlander girl attempted to put Shampoo's head through a support beam. When that didn't work, Ranma ran to the other end of the log, screaming, and not letting go of Shampoo's head. Ranma's other hand slammed into the back of Shampoo's head, holding her in a double vice grip that would make hydrolic presses baulk, and then swung Shampoo's head into one of the other support poles with Shampoo's body trailing like a rag doll, as if she were attempting to crack, no, shatter a coconut against a steel pole.
Much to Ranma's chagrin, the pole gave away instead, leaving the challenge log supported only by three poles. With a gutteral growl, Ranma the swung her hands overhead, and rushed at the ill-hanging log. She then brought them down into the log, allowing the decidedly rather delicate human head to take the impact, over, and over, and over, and over, and over...
The challenge log broke in half, each piece collapsing the once joined ends to the ground. Ranma planted Shampoo feet-first into the ground, buried up to her knees. As Shampoo swayed drunkenly, Ranma grabbed each part of the challenge log, and positioned them on each side of Shampoo. The redhead then tensed up, as if she were about to go insane with hand cymbals...
By this time, none in the audience could watch anymore. and opted to turn away and cover their ears...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nabiki, Kasumi, and Soun all gave fearful, incredulous stares, as Ranma calmly recounted his first meeting with Shampoo.
"After that, she tracked me down, and gave me this kiss on the cheek. Since then, we've been sparring partners ever since." Ranma took a sip from his tea, and chuckled, "Heh, she did pick the damndest times to get some practice with me, though. Like when we were at the restaurant..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ranma-chan calmly ate her yak steak, while grinding Shampoo's head through the ceramic-tiled floor with her heel. The other restaurant patrons looked on, finding their appetites suddenly diminished...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"... or that marketplace..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shampoo head flopped forward, as conciousness left her. The only thing keeping her supported was the monkspade staff that was wrapped around her, and the pole she was against...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"...Oh, and the port dock. Damn, I had a bad day that day! I probably was a bit harder on Shampoo than usual that time..."
Kasumi attempted to get her jaw working, but was unable to form any words to describe what she thought of Ranma at the moment.
Soun stared blankly, unable to comprehend the level of violence someone was capable of.
Nabiki was the only one to find her voice, albeit choked and severa octaves higher. "I... *ahem*... that's... most impressive... Ranma... I like a man who can... *gulp* be firm with a woman..."
"Eh, whatever," Ranma replied, getting up from the tearoom table, "I'm gonna go check up on Shampoo, anyone wanna go?"
Kasumi nodded, out of dire concern for the foreign girl, while hoping she could convince her to get away from Ranma, and never approach the redhead again. Nabiki nodded also, more concerned about earning brownie points with Ranma.
Ranma sniffed, and pulled out his cell-phone, while walking to the front door. He hit the speed dial on it, ringing up a limosine company he had programmed into it, while putting on his exorbantly expensive Prada brand shoes (Spring Wear).
__________________
With a great sigh of relief, the caucasion man in an impeccable business suit pulled the reports faxed to him from the machine, before quickly making his way to up to the office of Nodoka Yamazaki. He had found evidence that proves the whereabouts of her son, Ranma, in Japan. Once he gave it to her, his life was to exist that much longer.
As he rushed down the dimly lit hallway after exiting the elevator, from the darkness, a large hand reached out, and grabbed him by the scruff of his suit. Almost effortlessly, he found himself lifted into the air, and turned to be brought face a pair of violet glowing eyes.
"Mr. Epperson, ye'r in a hurry to my wife's office, I see."
Mr. Epperson refrained from screaming like a frightened little girl, and managed to control his paralyzing fear enough to reply, "Y-y-yes... I... I kn-know where y-your son is..."
"Really?" Ryuji asked in an interested voice, before using his free hand to rip the manilla folded from the other man's grasp. In it was a credit report of just a few hours prior, of a large sum of money being withdrawn from Ranma's account, and then a few hours later, a hotel Suite in Tokyo being reserved. "I thank ya for the info..." Ryuji put the envelope into his jacket, and set the quivering man down on the ground.
"B-b-but.... ifIdon'tgetthattoyourwifeshe'llhavemekilled!!!"
Ryuji Yamazaki mused over that point, "Yer right..." With a menacing glare, he focused on Mr. Epperson, "Run for your life..."
Mr. Epperson did just that. Unfortunately, it would be reported four hours from then that he was found floating in one of the sewage ditches. Sucks to run, only to die tired...
__________________
From her office, Nodoka watched the scene between her husband and the easily expendable employee. After her husband watched the other man run off, he then walked in the same direction, and entered the elevators.
Nodoka turned to the black statueque black woman just behind her, "Spite, follow my husband." The woman showed no facial expression, but nodded in reply.