A very... VERY Thin Line between...
Every weapon was trained on Ranma, as he stared at the one closest to his face. A bead of sweat rolled down his face at the situation; he had to admit, this was one of his more interesting days.
"READY YOUR WEAPONS AND FIRE ON MY MARK!" The head of the squad commanded, and pointed his index finger of the hand that was holding the barrel up; ready to point it down so they could begin firing.
"Oh, we have more guests! Would you like something to eat?" Kasumi enquired like a polite hostess.
"Oh, sure! I'm fammished!" The squad member replied in gratitude. The rest of the gunmen voiced something similar. At the distraction, Ranma took off running as fast as possible.
"HE'S GETTING AWAY MEN! AFTER HIM!" all of his men immidiatly took off in pursuit, while the team leader turned back to Kasumi, "Can we get that in a doggy bag?"
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Ranma ran along the rooftops in the dark of night. His second sense was in full operation mode now; as having ten armed men chasing you tends to have that effect. Unfortunatly it was only tuned towards said ten armed men...
"RANCHAN!" Ukyo jumped from her hiding place behind a chimney, and tackled her childhood friend, "What's wrong Ranchan? You look nervous."
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
"Oh, poor Ranma-honey! You got the hiccups!" Ukyo exclaimed, as Ranma jumped slightly with every tick. Ranma licked his dry, fear-cracked lips, and managed to ask that all nessesary question...
"Um, Ukyo, why do you have a bomb strapped to you?"
Ukyo looked at Ranma as if he grew another head, "Wha? Oh, you're so silly, Sugar!" Ukyo lightly punched her fiancee in the shoulder from their prone position, "I'm wearing it so we can both be blown to kingdom come together! Isn't that so romantic?"
"THERE HE IS MEN! OPEN FIRE!!!"
Ranma squawked, as he crab-walked to dodge the hail of bullets, with Ukyo still drapped over him. Before he could become holier-than-thou, he found himself secured behind a chimney.
::CLACK!!!::
"There, now you can't get lost again, Ranchan!" Ranma screamed, as he noticed the handcuffs that connected him to the other girl. His scream was cut off by the repetitive hail of bullets.
"Come on, Ranchan," Ukyo commanded, "We don't want to be shot now!"
"LEGGO!" Ranma shouted, right as a stray bullet passed by his head. The pigtailed boy put his arms around Ukyo, and dove elsewhere before the stream of bullets could connect with their target.
Ukyo giggled as she rolled on the roof with Ranma, "Ranchan, you ANIMAL!"
"OKAY MEN, WE HAVE HIM PINNED DOWN! MOVE IN!"
"Three minutes left, Ranma-honey," Ukyo chirped with barely contained entheusiasm, "Isn't this exciting?" Ranma mused that not even Atilla the Hun could have built up this much karma.
"We gotta get off of this roof!!" Ranma looked foward, and with determination on his face, dashed foward and leapt to the next roof, then to the one beyond that, and kept going. He almost paused at the feint buzzing noise that was getting louder.
"SHAMPOO DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!!" Ranma looked up to see a purple-haired Amazon dropping upside down towards him with the business end of a chainsaw heading straight for him.
"ACK!!!" Ranma pulled himself and Ukyo out of the way, as the Amazon cut right through the roof.
"Japanese roofs too, too weak. Need much repair!" Shampoo stated with irritation, as she climbed out of the hole.
"HEY YOU BIMBO! RANCHAN IS DYING WITH ME!" Ukyo shouted, furious.
"No! Shampoo kill Ranma!!!!" To ephesize her point, Shampoo made a swipe at Ranma's neck, forcing him to bend backwards to evade.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Ukyo challenged, while interposing her body between the pigtailed boy's.
::RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT..."
"DO YOU MIND?!?" Both Shampoo and Ukyo turned to the hit squad and shouted at the same time.
"Oh, don't mind us, ladies, sorry for the inconvenience." the squad leader apologised.
"Oh, how polite of them," Ukyo stated pleasantly.
"Aiyah, is true." Shampoo paused, and stared at Ukyo, "What that tick sound?"
Ukyo perked, as if being reminded of something, and lifted her shirt, "Oh, good news, Ranchan! Fourteen Seconds to go! Thirteen... twelve..."
"What that switch?" Shampoo enquired, pointing to a notch by the timer of the bomb.
"Oh, that. It's to reset the time..."
::CLICK::
"HEY!" Ukyo shouted, as Ranma retracted his finger, and sighed as the timer started back at three minutes again.
"AN OPENING!" Shampoo shouted, and made a horizontal swipe with her trusty, rusty chainsaw.
Ranma squawked, and barely managed to get his arm up in time on instinct. Fortunately, it happened to be the arm that had the handcuffs on it. With a spetactular light display, Ranma was severed from the human bomb, and didn't waste his newfound freedom.
Ranma ran as fast as he possibly could, until he came to an old abandoned house. Without consideration, Ranma sought shelter in its dark confines. Ranma stilled hs breath as much as possible, and slowly looked around the room and listened for any anamolies. A ticking caught his attention.
Ranma slowly tracked the sound, looking for his cute fiancee in fear, ahd praying that she passes him by; his sight came across an old clock that was left.in residence. It's rhythmic tempo pulsed through Ranma's brain...
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
The pigtialed boy's breathing got faster and shallower with each tick. He was going to go out of his mind if he didn't get out of there soon. As soon as he was about to run...
Ti-tick...
Ti-tick...
Ti-tick...
Ranma ceased all movement, the only motion on his body was the sweat dripping from his brow. There was a second clock...
"It's just a clock, it's just a clock..." Ranma repeated in mantra to himself, as he tried to find the courage to locate the second clock. He forced himself to scan the room with bated breath, and stilled his shaking. The full moon's luminese highlighted the tiny pearls of sweat that decorated his face, as his hearing focused for the second ticking. Much to his surprised relief, the second sound faded into the distance.
Ranma let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before he heard the sound of a piano playing Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata'. With a nervous courage of one condemned, Ranma followed the erie, yet beautifully played music, not paying attention to the inferred beam that was attempting to track his motion and focusing on his head or chest. When he found the source, his heart stopped.
"Tell me the truth," Akane stated casually, never turning away from playing her music, "Are my breasts too small?"
Ranma took a step back involintarily, not able to feel any warmth through his body. He flinched when Akane stopped, and got off of the bench. The darkness hid her face, giving her an erie spectrous appearance that made Ranma wonder if this was truly his fiancee, or an evil entity from beyond the grave.
"Ranma...."
"Y-ye-ye-ye-yes, th-th-they...." The pigtailed boy was having difficulty gathering his thoughts in the girl's presence. Though he couldn't see them, Ranma could *feel* Akane's eyes boring into him.
"Are you saying they *are*?" Akane's voice held a laser-like intensity, and she stepped into the moonlight. Her face was doctored with make-up... lots of make up.
Ranma's eyes went wide at the clownesque and liberally applied cosmetics, and something snapped. Ranma's eyes unfocused, and he began to laugh, laugh uncontrollably, as his sanity finally started to give way.
Fortunatly, it had not gotten too far, and allowed him to duck the chainsaw that passed through the wall his back was against, "RANMA! YOU COME WITH SHAMPOO AND DIE NOW!!!!"
"Ranma... my breasts..." Akane reminded impatiently.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ranma wailed like a soul seeing Hell truly for the first time. He shoved Akane aside, and ran by her to make his escape.
"Hey, you JERK!" Akane shouted out at her fiancee, "Honestly, I just wanted his honest opinion."
"Target is on the move, begin pursuit again." A voice stated through a comm. unit that Ranma passed by.
Ranma's instincts were taking over, he needed to get somewhere safe. Home, yes home was safe. Just stay away from the kitchen. Yes, that's what he had to do. The pigtailed youth made a beeline for the Tendou Dojo...
Every weapon was trained on Ranma, as he stared at the one closest to his face. A bead of sweat rolled down his face at the situation; he had to admit, this was one of his more interesting days.
"READY YOUR WEAPONS AND FIRE ON MY MARK!" The head of the squad commanded, and pointed his index finger of the hand that was holding the barrel up; ready to point it down so they could begin firing.
"Oh, we have more guests! Would you like something to eat?" Kasumi enquired like a polite hostess.
"Oh, sure! I'm fammished!" The squad member replied in gratitude. The rest of the gunmen voiced something similar. At the distraction, Ranma took off running as fast as possible.
"HE'S GETTING AWAY MEN! AFTER HIM!" all of his men immidiatly took off in pursuit, while the team leader turned back to Kasumi, "Can we get that in a doggy bag?"
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Ranma ran along the rooftops in the dark of night. His second sense was in full operation mode now; as having ten armed men chasing you tends to have that effect. Unfortunatly it was only tuned towards said ten armed men...
"RANCHAN!" Ukyo jumped from her hiding place behind a chimney, and tackled her childhood friend, "What's wrong Ranchan? You look nervous."
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
"Oh, poor Ranma-honey! You got the hiccups!" Ukyo exclaimed, as Ranma jumped slightly with every tick. Ranma licked his dry, fear-cracked lips, and managed to ask that all nessesary question...
"Um, Ukyo, why do you have a bomb strapped to you?"
Ukyo looked at Ranma as if he grew another head, "Wha? Oh, you're so silly, Sugar!" Ukyo lightly punched her fiancee in the shoulder from their prone position, "I'm wearing it so we can both be blown to kingdom come together! Isn't that so romantic?"
"THERE HE IS MEN! OPEN FIRE!!!"
Ranma squawked, as he crab-walked to dodge the hail of bullets, with Ukyo still drapped over him. Before he could become holier-than-thou, he found himself secured behind a chimney.
::CLACK!!!::
"There, now you can't get lost again, Ranchan!" Ranma screamed, as he noticed the handcuffs that connected him to the other girl. His scream was cut off by the repetitive hail of bullets.
"Come on, Ranchan," Ukyo commanded, "We don't want to be shot now!"
"LEGGO!" Ranma shouted, right as a stray bullet passed by his head. The pigtailed boy put his arms around Ukyo, and dove elsewhere before the stream of bullets could connect with their target.
Ukyo giggled as she rolled on the roof with Ranma, "Ranchan, you ANIMAL!"
"OKAY MEN, WE HAVE HIM PINNED DOWN! MOVE IN!"
"Three minutes left, Ranma-honey," Ukyo chirped with barely contained entheusiasm, "Isn't this exciting?" Ranma mused that not even Atilla the Hun could have built up this much karma.
"We gotta get off of this roof!!" Ranma looked foward, and with determination on his face, dashed foward and leapt to the next roof, then to the one beyond that, and kept going. He almost paused at the feint buzzing noise that was getting louder.
"SHAMPOO DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!!" Ranma looked up to see a purple-haired Amazon dropping upside down towards him with the business end of a chainsaw heading straight for him.
"ACK!!!" Ranma pulled himself and Ukyo out of the way, as the Amazon cut right through the roof.
"Japanese roofs too, too weak. Need much repair!" Shampoo stated with irritation, as she climbed out of the hole.
"HEY YOU BIMBO! RANCHAN IS DYING WITH ME!" Ukyo shouted, furious.
"No! Shampoo kill Ranma!!!!" To ephesize her point, Shampoo made a swipe at Ranma's neck, forcing him to bend backwards to evade.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Ukyo challenged, while interposing her body between the pigtailed boy's.
::RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT..."
"DO YOU MIND?!?" Both Shampoo and Ukyo turned to the hit squad and shouted at the same time.
"Oh, don't mind us, ladies, sorry for the inconvenience." the squad leader apologised.
"Oh, how polite of them," Ukyo stated pleasantly.
"Aiyah, is true." Shampoo paused, and stared at Ukyo, "What that tick sound?"
Ukyo perked, as if being reminded of something, and lifted her shirt, "Oh, good news, Ranchan! Fourteen Seconds to go! Thirteen... twelve..."
"What that switch?" Shampoo enquired, pointing to a notch by the timer of the bomb.
"Oh, that. It's to reset the time..."
::CLICK::
"HEY!" Ukyo shouted, as Ranma retracted his finger, and sighed as the timer started back at three minutes again.
"AN OPENING!" Shampoo shouted, and made a horizontal swipe with her trusty, rusty chainsaw.
Ranma squawked, and barely managed to get his arm up in time on instinct. Fortunately, it happened to be the arm that had the handcuffs on it. With a spetactular light display, Ranma was severed from the human bomb, and didn't waste his newfound freedom.
Ranma ran as fast as he possibly could, until he came to an old abandoned house. Without consideration, Ranma sought shelter in its dark confines. Ranma stilled hs breath as much as possible, and slowly looked around the room and listened for any anamolies. A ticking caught his attention.
Ranma slowly tracked the sound, looking for his cute fiancee in fear, ahd praying that she passes him by; his sight came across an old clock that was left.in residence. It's rhythmic tempo pulsed through Ranma's brain...
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
The pigtialed boy's breathing got faster and shallower with each tick. He was going to go out of his mind if he didn't get out of there soon. As soon as he was about to run...
Ti-tick...
Ti-tick...
Ti-tick...
Ranma ceased all movement, the only motion on his body was the sweat dripping from his brow. There was a second clock...
"It's just a clock, it's just a clock..." Ranma repeated in mantra to himself, as he tried to find the courage to locate the second clock. He forced himself to scan the room with bated breath, and stilled his shaking. The full moon's luminese highlighted the tiny pearls of sweat that decorated his face, as his hearing focused for the second ticking. Much to his surprised relief, the second sound faded into the distance.
Ranma let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before he heard the sound of a piano playing Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata'. With a nervous courage of one condemned, Ranma followed the erie, yet beautifully played music, not paying attention to the inferred beam that was attempting to track his motion and focusing on his head or chest. When he found the source, his heart stopped.
"Tell me the truth," Akane stated casually, never turning away from playing her music, "Are my breasts too small?"
Ranma took a step back involintarily, not able to feel any warmth through his body. He flinched when Akane stopped, and got off of the bench. The darkness hid her face, giving her an erie spectrous appearance that made Ranma wonder if this was truly his fiancee, or an evil entity from beyond the grave.
"Ranma...."
"Y-ye-ye-ye-yes, th-th-they...." The pigtailed boy was having difficulty gathering his thoughts in the girl's presence. Though he couldn't see them, Ranma could *feel* Akane's eyes boring into him.
"Are you saying they *are*?" Akane's voice held a laser-like intensity, and she stepped into the moonlight. Her face was doctored with make-up... lots of make up.
Ranma's eyes went wide at the clownesque and liberally applied cosmetics, and something snapped. Ranma's eyes unfocused, and he began to laugh, laugh uncontrollably, as his sanity finally started to give way.
Fortunatly, it had not gotten too far, and allowed him to duck the chainsaw that passed through the wall his back was against, "RANMA! YOU COME WITH SHAMPOO AND DIE NOW!!!!"
"Ranma... my breasts..." Akane reminded impatiently.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ranma wailed like a soul seeing Hell truly for the first time. He shoved Akane aside, and ran by her to make his escape.
"Hey, you JERK!" Akane shouted out at her fiancee, "Honestly, I just wanted his honest opinion."
"Target is on the move, begin pursuit again." A voice stated through a comm. unit that Ranma passed by.
Ranma's instincts were taking over, he needed to get somewhere safe. Home, yes home was safe. Just stay away from the kitchen. Yes, that's what he had to do. The pigtailed youth made a beeline for the Tendou Dojo...