Scarlet Phoenix, Blue Dragon
Sidestory, Traitor Amongst Us (A.KA. Sister Of A Killer)
Author's Notes: This was an idea I got after I read this *really* good fic where Ranko was an assassin and Ranma was her other half. It was just so kewl, although I forgot who wrote it. If you know who wrote it, can you please e-mail me? Just an idea I had that said, just because Ranma's really good doesn't mean he lost his curse...
Disclaimers: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Toro "Bull" Hymino took a long drag from his cigerette as he leaned on the brick building. His badge gleamed visciously and large white moths flew around the yellow streetlight. Cars ran past and a laughing group of drunk teenagers walked past him. He wrinkled his nose up in disgust at the putrid smell of alcohol.
Two slim hands suddenly closed around his eyes and he grinned to himself, he was going to score tonight.
"Do you have the disk?" a waspy voice whispered into his ear and Toro shivered before turning around and producing a clear, small, red disk from his inside pocket.
"Yeah," he said as the girl reached ofr it and he held it out of reach. He assesed the beauty before him. Her bright, red (for there was no other name for it then red) hair was in a french braid down her back. Her fully formed body was hidden under a white blouse that showed her bellybutton and a short black skirt with a slit on the side. A dark gold chain ran down her neck ending slightly above her stomach.
"Just one kiss," he said to her in what he thought was a rich, deep tone. The red-head winced before plastering a smile on her blood-red lips and giving an artsy pout.
"Later, baby," she managed to choke out as she took the disk from him and put it in her gucci purse.
Toro looked at her curiously, "What do you want with that anyway? It's just a bunch of fancy files on all the car numbers in the city."
She looked up at him and said, "I told you, for my research."
"Oh, baby, by the way," she said rteaching into her purse.
"What?" he asked, a leering grin on his face.
"If you speak of this to anyone, consider your family and yourself dead," she said right before a blaring, seering pain in the form of a bullet shot it's way into his left thigh. He fell over, clutching his leg as he cried. She gave him one kick in the stomach for measure with her high heels.
"I spoke to your wife the other day," she spat out, "she's a sweet lady, I don't know how the hell she got stuck with you. Don't take anymore bribes either and sending innocent people to jail or I'm coming back."
As he saw her retreating form he heard the distant sounds of an ambulence blaring.
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Jarou took a large drink from his beer as he watched the red-head enter the bar. His group of male, chauvunist friends gave whistles and cat calls at her, but the red-head just ignored him and while he laughed along with his friends, Jarou continued to watch her every movement. He never seen her around the club before and he definitly knew he couldn't miss a body like that. The girl's hair was let down over her shoulders in a waterfall of fiery red hair that tempted the mind and senses. From this distance, he couldn't see her eyes, but they appeared to be very large and kitten-like if not for the steel edge there. She had on tight, black leather pants and a white t-shirt along with too high, black heels. No earrings, jewlery, or make-up (not that she needed it) was on her face.
The girl walked over to the bar counter and ordered a glass of water, ignoring the leering looks the guys in the club gave her. Jarou knew that he was knew on the scene, but he wondered why known of the guys approached her. He decided to wait. It didn't take long.
After awhile, Jack, the boss's assistant walked over to the red-head and led her up to the owner's office that overlooked the club. Jarou snorted to himself, so she was another of the boss's women. It was a damn shame.
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She entered the cramped, smoke-filled office, not bothering to look at anything but the man behind the desk. The Rat, owner of this and many other clubs, looked up at the short girl with the kitten blue eyes in his doorway and snorted to himself. What was the Blue Dragon doing sending this weak child to do his businesss? Was he really that much of a coward? He had to give credit to the girl for not cowering in his presecence though. She was wither really stupid or had major guts.
"How much is the Blue Dragon paying you honey? I'll double it," he sneered at her and the red-head crinkled her mouth in disgust.
"I have a message for you from the Blue Dragon," was all she said.
The Rat smiled, "Oh yes, the message. Well, go ahead, what does the Blue Dragon want?"
In a sudden flash of bright red the girl had leapt behind the desk and had him pinned against the wall, one small, delicate hand holding him off the ground, choking off his air supply.
"Listen up and listen good, Rat," she sneered making her appear more dangerous then the kitten that stood in the doorway before, "the Blue Dragon heard about how you busted his boys up in your club the other night and he didn't like it. This is your first warning to stay out of his hair or you won't have a leg to stand on...literally. One of your clubs are burning up in flames right now. Don't mess with the Blue Dragon, kid, or you won't live to regret it."
Before she let him go she gave him a kick in the...ug...sensitive area...for emphasis about how serious she was.
Jarou watched her walk out of the club with a sigh of regret.
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Taskui practiced his gun aim along with the other 9 people in his trianing area. He was actually working for the Blue Dragon! Raised on the streets, the boy heard tales of the great Blue Dragon from all over and now at the age of 19 he actually worked for him. When shooting practice was over, Tasuki went outside for a drink of water.
Suddenly, he watched in awe as a magnificent red-head appear. She had large, beautiful crystal blue eyes like a babydoll's and her blaring red hair was tied into two braids at the side of her heads. She wore an innocent white t-shirt and a pair of dark, baggy blue jeans. All in all she looked like a sweet, innocent angel...a very attractive angel. She was the type of girl they put in those gaijin Gap commercials, good, cute, clean-cut. A mini, Hello Kitty bookbag was swung over one-shoulder. *Chapstick and hairclips were probably in there...* Tasuki thought amused.
She walked past the lawn and entered the large building. Tasuki was about to go after her and ask her name when a hand clamped onto his shoulder. He looked over to see Ryoko, a new girl he met (also an assassin) shake her head at him.
"Wha-?" he asked confused.
"Don't let the innocent look fool you, Tasuki-kun. That sweet little angel over there is Ranko, the boss's twin sister...and main assassin. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a handgun in that cute Hello Kitty bookbag of hers. Don't go after her, she's nothing but trouble and the boss will kill you for even looking at her," Ryoko explained and Tasuki looked longingly at the door the red-head disappeared in before sighing and entering the shooting practice again.
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Ranko entered the office room and saw Ryoga sitting there. Ignoring him she dropped the Hello Kitty bookbag unceremoniously onto the desk and walked into the bathroom adjoining the office. Ryoga heard the rustles of clothing then a splash before another rustling of clothes and hair. Ten minutes later, Ranma Saotome entered the office building.
"I swear Ranma," Ryoga laughed, "you become more and more convincing in those disguises. I would have hit on you myself if I didn't know who you were."
Giving Ryoga a dirty look Ranma sat down at the desk and looked through the Hello Kitty bag, "Shut up Pig-boy. I don't see you using your curse to help us in any way."
Ryoga just gave a half-smile and shrugged before asking, "So, did you get the disk?"
Pulling a little disk from the Hello Kitty bag, Ranma smiled and said egotistically, "Don't I always. Ranko Saotome strikes again. They are all so easy to fool and I actually had to put up with that creep for two weeks! Ugh!" at this he shuddered.
"Did you know, that pig, sorry, actually had a wife and kids? People like him shouldn't be allowed to go into human contact nevrtheles mary someone as sweet as Harmoni. That lady is so nice. Anyways, get the boys down at the 'basement' to work on these files, will ya?" Ranma said handing the disk over.
"No problem," Ryoga smiled before he left the room.
Ranma sighed and looked out the window as he remembered how it came to this point and he accepted his curse as an asset along with liability...
######Flashback#######
"Ranma, it's time for your next lesson," his master said as Ranma faced him on the field.
Ranma looked forward and nodded before a splash of cold water hit him and a surprised Onna-Ranma stared at her master.
"It is time you used your curse to your advantage," the master saiud as he paced around the wet Onna-Ranma.
"Bue, I hate-" she began, but he cut her off, "Recite to me Rule #47, Ranma."
Her eyes became somber as she said in a toneles voice, "In the Game, everything is allowed. Everything is your tool and everything is a trick. You must use whatever asset you have to it's full advantage. Do not look behind what you believe can not be used. Everyone and everything is either a player or a tool of the player."
The master stopped in front of Ranma, his eyes till cold and emotionless.
"Your curse is your tool, Ranma and I expect you to use it. Never forget...your curse is not a curse if you don't make it one...
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Tye alked by the Park bench and saw a beautiful red-head sitting there crying. He sat down beside her and asked her what was wrong. She turned, glittering clear blue eyes to meet his and he felt his defenses fall that that vulnerable look.
"T-there were these people...and they...they...they took my little sister.." she sobbed out and he put his arms around her, offering whatever comfort he could.
After awhile she pulled away and gave a sniff before giving a weak thank you and leaving.
The master appeared from the bushes and Ranma showed him one rolex watch, one wallet, and two credit cards.
"Good, but he was still reluctant to help. You must train again until your acting skills are at a perfection."
########End of Flashback###########
This was where he reached now and some would wonder if he had an idenitity crisis with all the roles that he played. But the Master had taught him long ago that to lose oneself is to lose the game. And Ranma never forgot what the Master taught nomatter how painful it may be. This was it, this was his life and accept it he must. Ranma never prentended to play the hero or the villain. That's what the Master taught too. Never let them label you because once they do you lose yourself and forget who you really are. If it feels good and right to you then do it for you were not put here to please the world. What right did anyone have to reprimand and say what is right and what is wrong? Ranma learned a long time ago that honor was non-existant and it was just a way to please others and ruin yourself. He learned a long time ago that honor was just used to drag down the greats.
It was when he learned this that Ranma started becoming great.
And winning the battles he fought...indefinitly.
Before, Ranma Saotome never lost. Now, Ranma Saotome always won...
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Author's Notes: Short? Oh well, it's just a sidestory.
Sidestory, Traitor Amongst Us (A.KA. Sister Of A Killer)
Author's Notes: This was an idea I got after I read this *really* good fic where Ranko was an assassin and Ranma was her other half. It was just so kewl, although I forgot who wrote it. If you know who wrote it, can you please e-mail me? Just an idea I had that said, just because Ranma's really good doesn't mean he lost his curse...
Disclaimers: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Toro "Bull" Hymino took a long drag from his cigerette as he leaned on the brick building. His badge gleamed visciously and large white moths flew around the yellow streetlight. Cars ran past and a laughing group of drunk teenagers walked past him. He wrinkled his nose up in disgust at the putrid smell of alcohol.
Two slim hands suddenly closed around his eyes and he grinned to himself, he was going to score tonight.
"Do you have the disk?" a waspy voice whispered into his ear and Toro shivered before turning around and producing a clear, small, red disk from his inside pocket.
"Yeah," he said as the girl reached ofr it and he held it out of reach. He assesed the beauty before him. Her bright, red (for there was no other name for it then red) hair was in a french braid down her back. Her fully formed body was hidden under a white blouse that showed her bellybutton and a short black skirt with a slit on the side. A dark gold chain ran down her neck ending slightly above her stomach.
"Just one kiss," he said to her in what he thought was a rich, deep tone. The red-head winced before plastering a smile on her blood-red lips and giving an artsy pout.
"Later, baby," she managed to choke out as she took the disk from him and put it in her gucci purse.
Toro looked at her curiously, "What do you want with that anyway? It's just a bunch of fancy files on all the car numbers in the city."
She looked up at him and said, "I told you, for my research."
"Oh, baby, by the way," she said rteaching into her purse.
"What?" he asked, a leering grin on his face.
"If you speak of this to anyone, consider your family and yourself dead," she said right before a blaring, seering pain in the form of a bullet shot it's way into his left thigh. He fell over, clutching his leg as he cried. She gave him one kick in the stomach for measure with her high heels.
"I spoke to your wife the other day," she spat out, "she's a sweet lady, I don't know how the hell she got stuck with you. Don't take anymore bribes either and sending innocent people to jail or I'm coming back."
As he saw her retreating form he heard the distant sounds of an ambulence blaring.
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Jarou took a large drink from his beer as he watched the red-head enter the bar. His group of male, chauvunist friends gave whistles and cat calls at her, but the red-head just ignored him and while he laughed along with his friends, Jarou continued to watch her every movement. He never seen her around the club before and he definitly knew he couldn't miss a body like that. The girl's hair was let down over her shoulders in a waterfall of fiery red hair that tempted the mind and senses. From this distance, he couldn't see her eyes, but they appeared to be very large and kitten-like if not for the steel edge there. She had on tight, black leather pants and a white t-shirt along with too high, black heels. No earrings, jewlery, or make-up (not that she needed it) was on her face.
The girl walked over to the bar counter and ordered a glass of water, ignoring the leering looks the guys in the club gave her. Jarou knew that he was knew on the scene, but he wondered why known of the guys approached her. He decided to wait. It didn't take long.
After awhile, Jack, the boss's assistant walked over to the red-head and led her up to the owner's office that overlooked the club. Jarou snorted to himself, so she was another of the boss's women. It was a damn shame.
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She entered the cramped, smoke-filled office, not bothering to look at anything but the man behind the desk. The Rat, owner of this and many other clubs, looked up at the short girl with the kitten blue eyes in his doorway and snorted to himself. What was the Blue Dragon doing sending this weak child to do his businesss? Was he really that much of a coward? He had to give credit to the girl for not cowering in his presecence though. She was wither really stupid or had major guts.
"How much is the Blue Dragon paying you honey? I'll double it," he sneered at her and the red-head crinkled her mouth in disgust.
"I have a message for you from the Blue Dragon," was all she said.
The Rat smiled, "Oh yes, the message. Well, go ahead, what does the Blue Dragon want?"
In a sudden flash of bright red the girl had leapt behind the desk and had him pinned against the wall, one small, delicate hand holding him off the ground, choking off his air supply.
"Listen up and listen good, Rat," she sneered making her appear more dangerous then the kitten that stood in the doorway before, "the Blue Dragon heard about how you busted his boys up in your club the other night and he didn't like it. This is your first warning to stay out of his hair or you won't have a leg to stand on...literally. One of your clubs are burning up in flames right now. Don't mess with the Blue Dragon, kid, or you won't live to regret it."
Before she let him go she gave him a kick in the...ug...sensitive area...for emphasis about how serious she was.
Jarou watched her walk out of the club with a sigh of regret.
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Taskui practiced his gun aim along with the other 9 people in his trianing area. He was actually working for the Blue Dragon! Raised on the streets, the boy heard tales of the great Blue Dragon from all over and now at the age of 19 he actually worked for him. When shooting practice was over, Tasuki went outside for a drink of water.
Suddenly, he watched in awe as a magnificent red-head appear. She had large, beautiful crystal blue eyes like a babydoll's and her blaring red hair was tied into two braids at the side of her heads. She wore an innocent white t-shirt and a pair of dark, baggy blue jeans. All in all she looked like a sweet, innocent angel...a very attractive angel. She was the type of girl they put in those gaijin Gap commercials, good, cute, clean-cut. A mini, Hello Kitty bookbag was swung over one-shoulder. *Chapstick and hairclips were probably in there...* Tasuki thought amused.
She walked past the lawn and entered the large building. Tasuki was about to go after her and ask her name when a hand clamped onto his shoulder. He looked over to see Ryoko, a new girl he met (also an assassin) shake her head at him.
"Wha-?" he asked confused.
"Don't let the innocent look fool you, Tasuki-kun. That sweet little angel over there is Ranko, the boss's twin sister...and main assassin. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a handgun in that cute Hello Kitty bookbag of hers. Don't go after her, she's nothing but trouble and the boss will kill you for even looking at her," Ryoko explained and Tasuki looked longingly at the door the red-head disappeared in before sighing and entering the shooting practice again.
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Ranko entered the office room and saw Ryoga sitting there. Ignoring him she dropped the Hello Kitty bookbag unceremoniously onto the desk and walked into the bathroom adjoining the office. Ryoga heard the rustles of clothing then a splash before another rustling of clothes and hair. Ten minutes later, Ranma Saotome entered the office building.
"I swear Ranma," Ryoga laughed, "you become more and more convincing in those disguises. I would have hit on you myself if I didn't know who you were."
Giving Ryoga a dirty look Ranma sat down at the desk and looked through the Hello Kitty bag, "Shut up Pig-boy. I don't see you using your curse to help us in any way."
Ryoga just gave a half-smile and shrugged before asking, "So, did you get the disk?"
Pulling a little disk from the Hello Kitty bag, Ranma smiled and said egotistically, "Don't I always. Ranko Saotome strikes again. They are all so easy to fool and I actually had to put up with that creep for two weeks! Ugh!" at this he shuddered.
"Did you know, that pig, sorry, actually had a wife and kids? People like him shouldn't be allowed to go into human contact nevrtheles mary someone as sweet as Harmoni. That lady is so nice. Anyways, get the boys down at the 'basement' to work on these files, will ya?" Ranma said handing the disk over.
"No problem," Ryoga smiled before he left the room.
Ranma sighed and looked out the window as he remembered how it came to this point and he accepted his curse as an asset along with liability...
######Flashback#######
"Ranma, it's time for your next lesson," his master said as Ranma faced him on the field.
Ranma looked forward and nodded before a splash of cold water hit him and a surprised Onna-Ranma stared at her master.
"It is time you used your curse to your advantage," the master saiud as he paced around the wet Onna-Ranma.
"Bue, I hate-" she began, but he cut her off, "Recite to me Rule #47, Ranma."
Her eyes became somber as she said in a toneles voice, "In the Game, everything is allowed. Everything is your tool and everything is a trick. You must use whatever asset you have to it's full advantage. Do not look behind what you believe can not be used. Everyone and everything is either a player or a tool of the player."
The master stopped in front of Ranma, his eyes till cold and emotionless.
"Your curse is your tool, Ranma and I expect you to use it. Never forget...your curse is not a curse if you don't make it one...
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Tye alked by the Park bench and saw a beautiful red-head sitting there crying. He sat down beside her and asked her what was wrong. She turned, glittering clear blue eyes to meet his and he felt his defenses fall that that vulnerable look.
"T-there were these people...and they...they...they took my little sister.." she sobbed out and he put his arms around her, offering whatever comfort he could.
After awhile she pulled away and gave a sniff before giving a weak thank you and leaving.
The master appeared from the bushes and Ranma showed him one rolex watch, one wallet, and two credit cards.
"Good, but he was still reluctant to help. You must train again until your acting skills are at a perfection."
########End of Flashback###########
This was where he reached now and some would wonder if he had an idenitity crisis with all the roles that he played. But the Master had taught him long ago that to lose oneself is to lose the game. And Ranma never forgot what the Master taught nomatter how painful it may be. This was it, this was his life and accept it he must. Ranma never prentended to play the hero or the villain. That's what the Master taught too. Never let them label you because once they do you lose yourself and forget who you really are. If it feels good and right to you then do it for you were not put here to please the world. What right did anyone have to reprimand and say what is right and what is wrong? Ranma learned a long time ago that honor was non-existant and it was just a way to please others and ruin yourself. He learned a long time ago that honor was just used to drag down the greats.
It was when he learned this that Ranma started becoming great.
And winning the battles he fought...indefinitly.
Before, Ranma Saotome never lost. Now, Ranma Saotome always won...
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Author's Notes: Short? Oh well, it's just a sidestory.