A Broken Casket
Chapter 3
Now that Ryoga was dead and herself avenged, Ranma-chan
skipped merrily along the unfamiliar streets of Nerima. Sirens blared
in the distance, and she wondered what that could be about. With what
little she could remember about Nerima, the police force usually left
them alone, because of the property destruction associated with her.
This time though, the patrol cars seem to be in hurry. Curious,
she followed to see what could warrant the dispatch of 5 police cars.
From what she could remember, Nerima wasn't a big place, and
dispatching five police cars would require a major incident.
The police cars sped away at top speed, drifting through
various turns like professional racers, leaving Ranma-chan running
after the cars' trails. A few minutes later, the cars stopped
abruptly, skidding to a halt. From her position in the rather far-off
distance, she could make out several uniformed people exiting the car
and bent over next to the wall, touching their stomachs. As she
neared them, she could hear sounds of retching, and wondered what was
going on.
One of the officers got out of the car and walked towards
her, telling her that it was a crime scene and civilians are forbidden
to go near. At least that was what Ranma-chan thought he said
anyway. Being curious, she paid him no mind and continued walking
towards the crime scene. Behind her, she could hear the officer pull
out his gun and aim it at her, shouting out a word of warning.
Ranma-chan ignored him and continued walking.
With a loud bang, the uniformed man sent a red-hot bullet
whizzing towards his target. Ranma-chan sensed danger behind her, and
jumped to her side immediately to avoid the bullet, but got grazed in
the arm by the bullet then turned around in mid-air to face him. What
she saw didn't please her. The officer's gun was smoking, and it was
pointed at her. She narrowed her eyes at the man in annoyance, and
sprinted towards him in a blur. He pulled on the trigger several
times, shooting more bullets towards her.
All the officer saw was a red blur moving towards him at
insane speeds, then the blur seemed to duck and weave as the bullets
sped towards it, the bullets leaving columns of air behind it, yet
not touching or slowing down the moving figure at all. Last thing the
man saw was a brief glimpse of a fist in front of his face.
More sounds of gunshots rang out from the distance, and
Ranma-chan instinctively jumped high up into the air. She spun around
in mid-air to face the offenders, and found more bullets streaking
through the air towards her. With a cry of "Moko Takabisha!", she
launched a large ki-blast at the offenders. The blast impacted one of
the five police cars, causing an explosion that triggered a chain
reaction that resulted in a gigantic explosion of all five patrol
cars. Coupled with Ranma-chan's ki-blast, only a giant ten-foot wide
crater remained. The policemen were nowhere to be found, neither was
whatever that caused the police to go there in the first place.
Once Ranma-chan's feet made contact with the ground, she fell
to her knees, clutching her head in pain. The explosion of the police
cars repeated over and over in her mind, and the amplified screams of
the police officers as their cars blew up in front of their face was
too much to bear, and she collapsed on the ground.
She sat up with a groan and hung her head low, trying to
remember what happened after the police officers talk to her. It came
up as a total blank. She did notice that her hands were strangely red
for some reason. Crimson red. The color of blood. She panicked, and
got up to search for water to wash her hands.
Ranma-chan soon found herself in front of a collection of
pools, and bent down next to one, feverishly trying to scrub the red
liquid off her hands. Somewhere in her mind, a small voice cried out
an unintelligible word of warning, but that was overriden by her
current mission to rinse whatever it was that was on her hands. Why
wouldn't it go away? Why was it still on her hands? No matter what
she did, it was still on her.
"Out, damn spot!" Ranma-chan shouted into her hands. "Out
with you!"
No matter how hard she scrubbed her hands or what she
scrubbed them with, the stain was still there, ever-present and
never going away. She found that the longer she scrubbed, the
larger the stain got, and the stronger the smell of blood invaded
her nostrils. Soon, her entire hand was covered in the red liquid,
and starting to drip onto the floor. When she came to the
conclusion that it was her own blood that was dripping, she thrusted
the hand into a spring, hoping to clean it.
A thin column of light appeared from the middle of the small
pool, and soon grew in size until it covered the entire pool of
water. On the water's surface, Ranma-chan's blood streamed away from
her hands, twirleding around in the water over and over again until
the body of water turned to crimson. The red liquid then levitated
into the air as if it could defy gravity, and separated into strands,
swirling around an invisible cylinder of some kind. It then clustered
together, wrapping around and over itself in a tangle and forming a
roughly human shape.
Right before her eyes, the mass refined into a familiar shape,
a man wearing pig-tail, but completely in red, from hair color to skin
color. The "man" walked towards Ranma-chan, leaving red footprints on
the ground as it walked. It reached an arm out towards her, and she
tried to swat the hand away, but only succeeded splashing the ground
with blood. A second later, blood spiraled out, from the splashed
area, and regenerated the severed hand. When the figure stepped
towards her again, she backhanded the figure hard in the head,
splashing blood everywhere. Another second later, it regnerated the
head as well, much to Ranma-chan's dismay.
When a Moko Takabisha yielded the same effect, or the lack
thereof, she started to run away from it. When she began to run, the
living mass of blood seemingly collapsed onto the ground. She
stopped and began to smile at her apparent victory, she noticed that
the pool of blood was moving. Edging towards her, to be precise.
Taking a step back, she saw that the blood mirrored her motions, only
towards her. Breaking out into a full sprint, she ran away from
the pool of crimson. As she turned her head backwards for a glimpse,
she found that the blood was matching her speed, and gaining all the
while. She tried to push herself and run as fast as she could, but
it still wasn't fast enough. Moments later, she looked down and
noted with horror that the blood was directly under her and
following her. She saw that the blood was once again levitating into
the air, trying to surround her. She continued running at top speed
while frantically punching and kicking the column of blood that crept
higher and higher around her, with no apparent effect. When the
column of blood completely surrounded her, it made a loud popping
sound and enveloped her completely, drowning out her loud scream.
The blood seemingly concentrated and disappeared, leaving an unhurt
Ranma-chan behind.
As she looked around her surroundings, she realized that she
really didn't know where she was. The place was oddly familiar
though, as if it was from a dream, a dream he dreamt long before,
but could no longer remember. Now she just need to remember where
she saw those bamboo roots sticking out of those pools before...
A voice came from behind him. "Hello, former son-in-law."
Startled, Ranma-chan spun around. In front of her stood a
woman that was only three feet tall and standing on a pogo stick,
and had long white hair flowing all the way down to the ground.
Her whole body was wrinkled, and she seemed like hundreds of years
old. Why did she call me son-in-law though? she wondered.
Then she realized that there were two more people standing
beside her. One was a stunningly beautiful woman with long flowing
purple pair down to mid-back, and wearing a loose-fitting dress that
parted at a pair of long, shapely legs. She was holding hands with
a man wearing thick glasses and a long white robe.
"Why did you call me son-in-law?" Ranma-chan asked the short
woman.
"You mean, you don't remember?" The woman asked.
"I said, why did you call me son-in-law?" she repeated.
After all, she was a girl, wasn't she? "And who are you people?"
"I was afraid of that," the woman merely said. Was that
sadness she heard in the old woman's voice?
"Afraid of what?" Ranma-chan asked. Suddenly, almost
imperceptibly, her expression changed from puzzlement to
something unrecognizable.
Before she could say another word, the three people had
formed a circle around her. "I'm sorry, Ranma," the woman with
purple hair said.
When Shampoo looked into Ranma-chan's eyes, she paled and
turned around to face her companions, something in Mandarin in a
frightened voice. Ranma-chan didn't know what she said, and she
didn't care either. She found herself flying towards Mousse, who
changed her trajectory with a punch to the midsection, sending
her back to where she started from.
She jumped up, and flew towards Mousse again. Mousse
tried the same thing, but this time Ranma-chan's fist met Mousse's
head on. A loud cracking sound was heard by the combatants,
followed by a painful scream. Mousse staggered backwards,
clutching his arm.
Ranma-chan walked up to Shampoo and stared at her in the
eyes. Before anyone could see what happened, Shampoo was thrown
back 50 feet, and Ranma-chan was still at the exact spot she was in
before. When she turned to face Cologne, she noticed out of the
corner of her eye that Mousse was running over to Shampoo.
Deciding that it was safe, she turned her full attention to
Cologne. Almost instinctively, she knew that the old woman was not
to be taken lightly.
Cologne ran towards Ranma-chan, and tried to stab her with the
pogo stick at blazing speed. She kept up and blocked Cologne's every
blow, much to Cologne's surprise. Feeling something stab her in the
back, and turned around. Mousse had his right hand extended towards
her. Feeling wetness on her shirt, she felt around the back of her
shirt and pulled out something that was portruding from it. Bringing
it to the front, she found that it was a dagger. With an angry growl,
she ran towards Mousse, and punched him with the same speed that
Cologne attacked him before. him could only block a fraction of
the attack, and the rest impacted with his ribs amidst a fury of
cracking sounds. That was, until Shampoo joined in and combined
her efforts with him, driving Ranma-chan back.
"You have become a menace, Ranma," Cologne said calmly. "I
recently had a vision that you would be back, looking for revenge. A
few minutes ago, Akane Hibiki called and told Shampoo about a very
strange homicidal case being investigated by the police. A man was
reportedly dismembered by an extremely strong person. I suspected,
and now knew, that it was you."
Ranma-chan seemed to be in a brief moment of struggle with
herself, and stopped attacking. "What?" she asked. "Brought...
back?"
She tried to remember what she needed to be brought back from,
but only came up with a blank. Before she could think any further,
a hit registered on the back of her head, and she turned around with
a gleam in her eyes. Shampoo was looking at her partially crushed
bonbori in shock, and Ranma-chan took the opportunity to attack.
With an uppercut to the spherical part of the bonbori, she knocked the
metal ball off its handle and it flew towards Shampoo, hitting her in
the face. She fell onto the ground with a thud, and the bonbori
rolled off her face and onto the floor, revealing a broken, bleeding
nose.
With a howl, Mousse jumped towards Ranma-chan, launching a
myraid of weapons at her. She grabbed one of his chains and then
spun on her feet, rotating him around, then released him and sent him
flying him towards Cologne. Caught off guard, Cologne couldn't dodge
the flying Mousse and they fell, Mousse lying on top of Cologne. The
two got back up, practically fuming, and launched themselves towards
Ranma-chan. The three Amazons surrounded her, and began to attack
her from all sides.
Cologne jumped off her stick and thrusted it towards
Ranma-chan. As if on cue, the couple followed suit, one jabbing a
knife at her, the other pulling out another pair of bonboris and
started attacking her with them. Even though they were all attacking
from different directions, it almost seemed as though Ranma-chan
could be in two, even three places at once. When Shampoo brought a
bonbori up to hit Ranma-chan, she threw a lightning-fast punch at
Shampoo's face, hitting her in the mouth and causing her to drop her
bonbori in pain and shock. She cursed loudly in Mandarin as the
fallen bonbori found her foot.
At the same time that Shampoo brought up her bonbori, Mousse
launched a volley of sharp objects towards Ranma-chan. With simple
kicks and punches, she somehow redirected all of the weapons back
to the owner, except with the sharp end pointed to him as well. He
tried to dodge as many of his own weapons as he could, but he shot
too many towards her, and couldn't possibly dodge all of them when
they came back at him. With almost audible piercing sounds, Mousse
was hit by numerous of his own projectiles. Some merely grazed him,
some were slighly embedded into his body and some came flying out
through his back, making clear holes through his body. With an
enraged cry, Cologne propelled herself at Ranma-chan, stick extended
in a strike. Ranma-chan wound her arm back, and punched at the
diminuitive woman. A fraction of a second later, she felt a hit,
and went flying away from the battlefield. Now that she was away,
she saw that Ranma-chan was attacking feverishly. At the speed that
she was moving, she seemed as though she was teleporting from place
to place, attacking and defending as neccessary, but never missing
an attack. In only a short moment after Cologne was thrown back,
she went from defensive to full offensive. Mousse and Shampoo
tried to defend themselves, but they couldn't keep up with
her unpredictable movement. One second she would be hitting
Mousse in the back, the next she could be following up with hitting
Mousse or moving on to uppercutting Shampoo in the stomach.
Cologne frowned, and went back into battle, hoping to defeat
Ranma-chan in their combined efforts. She had no idea how
Ranma-chan got this good even being locked up for two decades, but
it didn't look good for them right now.
Cologne was surprised when she rejoined the fight. Mousse
and Shampoo already LOOK defeated, even though they weren't yet,
while Ranma-chan looked as if the fight just started. Shampoo's
hair was a mess, her dress was torn in several places, and she was
breathing hard as if she had just ran a marathon. Mousse was none
the better. His glasses were nowhere to be found, he had a number
of cuts and holes on his body, and the long sleeves on his robe
were ripped off. How Ranma-chan was able to achieve all that in
the short time that Cologne was away, she didn't know.
Cologne stabbed at Ranma-chan from behind, but she somehow
sensed it and sidestepped the attack, and Cologne ended up hitting
Shampoo, who was standing in front of Ranma-chan. Cologne paused
when she realized that she hit her own great-granddaughter. The
hesitation lasted for merely a fraction of a second, but it was
enough for Ranma-chan to take advantage upon. Grabbing Cologne's
stick, she yanked it away from her. Cologne couldn't win the
contest of strength and lost her primary weapon. While Cologne
still had her arm extended just after losing the tug of war,
Ranma-chan grabbed it with lightning speed, pushed her forearm up
and her bicep down. A sickening crack was heard by the three
combatants, followed by a loud scream. Ranma-chan went on as if
nothing happened. Cologne stepped back, holding her limp right arm.
The remaining two combatants yelled, "Great-grandmother!" and
started furiously attacking.
Cologne saw everything with crystal clarity, even over her
own pain. Mousse and Shampoo tried their best to fight Ranma-chan,
but it wasn't enough. For every attack they tried on her, she
always had a counterattack ready for them, no matter how they
attacked. Even when they attacked in perfect synchronization,
she was somehow able to teleport behind one of them and deliver an
attack, then take down the other fighter. They couldn't even come
close to hitting her, but she could hit them with painful accuracy.
And painful was rather close to the truth, judging from their
expression every time they got hit.
Finally, Cologne couldn't stand it anymore and went back
to attacking Ranma-chan with as much speed and power as she could
without her right arm or her weapon. That proved to be a mistake,
however. In the middle of attacking Ranma-chan with the Kaschuu
Tenshin Amguriken, Cologne felt, painfully, every bone in her left
arm shatter. Determined to defeat Ranma-chan, she reached deep
inside herself, and mentally tapped the appropriate shiatsu points
with her ki to stop the pain, and started kicking. Since she was
only about three feet tall, she couldn't do much in the way of
kicking. And it showed. Within minutes, Cologne saw a fist
heading straight for her head. The second before the hit made
contact, she remembered what was nagging her in the beginning.
It was something her sensei said, a long time ago:
"Beware, Ku Lon. Insanity is a force to be reckoned with.
While a normal person can do a great deal of damage throughout an
insane streak, a trained martial artist is extremely deadly when
his or her pysche shatters." Pulling his shirt partially open,
he revealed to Cologne a long, pink-ish battle scar that was
clearly visible. "This is what an insane martial artist did to
me. My sensei was fighting with him, and he gave me this scar even
when I was watching from all the way off on the sidelines. He
didn't even need to approach me to cause this."
Before Cologne could think of anything else, she felt
Ranma-chan's fist made contact with her head for a nanosecond, then
nothing.
Shampoo and Mousse saw everything though. They saw
Ranma-chan's fist hit Cologne's skull, and then saw her fist exit
from the other side, coupled with Cologne's head rupturing like
overheated popcorn. Unable to react, they stood there, mouth agape.
That proved to be their undoing. Ranma-chan did a leg sweep, and
cut Shampoo's feet off at her ankles. Shampoo screamed and fell to
the ground, blood gushing out from her ankles.
Mousse screamed and charged Ranma-chan as she was standing
up. she somehow rematerialized behind Mousse, causing him to
over-extend the attack and lose his balance. As he was falling, she
jumped, and planted her right knee on his pelvis, pushing him down to
the ground even faster. A loud crunch followed. Shampoo threw her
bonbori's at her as a last resort, but Ranma-chan caught it with
ease. Mousse turned over and started throwing an unending volley of
weapons at Ranma-chan, but the pain was affecting his aim and a large
part of the weapons missed her, and she skillfully dodged the rest.
When Mousse finally ran out of weapons, Ranma-chan went
through the ones that she caught. She found a number of daggers,
some knifes, a few defused bombs, among various other harmless toys.
Picking out the daggers, she threw them back to their owner. Through
the owner's wrists and thighs. Mousse screamed. Shampoo yelled out
something in Mandarin, and he stopped screaming.
Ranma-chan took the knives out and started walking towards
Shampoo. Mousse was yelling at Ranma-chan to stop right there and
not got any further or face death, but she ignored him. She kneeled
down before Shampoo. "Sham...poo? That sounds familiar..." she
muttered to herself. Just then, something flashed in her eyes, and
she stared at Shampoo with hatred. "You just HAD to marry Mousse
didn't you? I was trapped on that godforsaken island for years, and
you didn't care. You just married somebody else."
"Ranma disappeared one day. We look everywhere, but no
find Ranma. Shampoo had no choice but to give" Shampoo said, fear
in her voice. "Shampoo loved Ranma, but no can wait for him and
that good month in Jusenkyo no can count."
Ranma-chan's eyes lit up with fire. "Doesn't count?"
Ranma-chan drew a knife across Shampoo's biceps. Shampoo bit her
lips. "Doesn't count?" She stabbed each of Shampoo's breasts,
thrusting through her ripcage and making small holes on her body.
"DOESN'T COUNT?? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Ranma-chan
thrusted the knife into Shampoo's nether region, then pulled it
upwards. Shampoo DID scream this time. All the while, Mousse was
yelling at the top of his voice. But no matter how hard he tried,
he just couldn't get up.
"Wait your turn," Ranma-chan told Mousse. He ignored her,
and kept yelling for her to stop doing that to Shampoo. With an
annoyed growl, she jumped over to Mousse. When he opened his mouth
again, she reached into his mouth and pulled out his tongue, then
cut it in half with her knife. Tossing the severed tongue off to
a side, she went back to Shampoo and left Mousse moaning in pain
and anger.
Ranma-chan kneeled down next to Shampoo and kissed her on
the lips. Shampoo resisted, and then spat at her in the face. She
calmly wiped it off, and put her hands on Shampoo's shirt. With a
cry, Shampoo tried to hit Ranma-chan with both hands. Ranma-chan
produced two knives out of nowhere, and pinned Shampoo's wrists down
onto the ground with them, one knife through each palm. Shampoo bit
her lips hard, and tears started to well up, but she refused to give
out any acknowledgement of pain. Ranma-chan ripped Shampoo's shirt
apart, revealing her round breasts, covered with blood. She licked
Shampoo's breasts, savoring every last drop of blood. She then
proceeded to bite on them, taking raw, bloody chunks out with her
teeth. Shampoo moaned in pain, but that only seemed to encourage
Ranma-chan, who continued to take bites out of her full, round
breasts. After reducing Shampoo's breasts to little more than bumpy
lumps with teeth marks, she stood up and cocked her head to one side
as if listening to something.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "I forgot." She gathered a small ki
ball of ki in her hands, and sent it whirling towards the
still-immboile Mousse. With a painful cry, the area covering
Mousse's most important part was dyed red.
Ranma-chan got up and grabbed Shampoo's bonbori's, and said,
"Tell your _friends_, the _Hibikis_, that I'm coming for them,"
She stopped after only only taking a few steps away, and
looked back as she suddenly made a decision. Walking back to the
fallen and crying duel, she spoke up. "On second thought, I'll tell
them myself." Then she threw Shampoo's steel bonboris into the air.
One landed on Shampoo's face, and the other one on Mousse's.
Something that sounded like the crushing of watermelons reached
Ranma-chan's ears, and she smiled.
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Chapter 3
Now that Ryoga was dead and herself avenged, Ranma-chan
skipped merrily along the unfamiliar streets of Nerima. Sirens blared
in the distance, and she wondered what that could be about. With what
little she could remember about Nerima, the police force usually left
them alone, because of the property destruction associated with her.
This time though, the patrol cars seem to be in hurry. Curious,
she followed to see what could warrant the dispatch of 5 police cars.
From what she could remember, Nerima wasn't a big place, and
dispatching five police cars would require a major incident.
The police cars sped away at top speed, drifting through
various turns like professional racers, leaving Ranma-chan running
after the cars' trails. A few minutes later, the cars stopped
abruptly, skidding to a halt. From her position in the rather far-off
distance, she could make out several uniformed people exiting the car
and bent over next to the wall, touching their stomachs. As she
neared them, she could hear sounds of retching, and wondered what was
going on.
One of the officers got out of the car and walked towards
her, telling her that it was a crime scene and civilians are forbidden
to go near. At least that was what Ranma-chan thought he said
anyway. Being curious, she paid him no mind and continued walking
towards the crime scene. Behind her, she could hear the officer pull
out his gun and aim it at her, shouting out a word of warning.
Ranma-chan ignored him and continued walking.
With a loud bang, the uniformed man sent a red-hot bullet
whizzing towards his target. Ranma-chan sensed danger behind her, and
jumped to her side immediately to avoid the bullet, but got grazed in
the arm by the bullet then turned around in mid-air to face him. What
she saw didn't please her. The officer's gun was smoking, and it was
pointed at her. She narrowed her eyes at the man in annoyance, and
sprinted towards him in a blur. He pulled on the trigger several
times, shooting more bullets towards her.
All the officer saw was a red blur moving towards him at
insane speeds, then the blur seemed to duck and weave as the bullets
sped towards it, the bullets leaving columns of air behind it, yet
not touching or slowing down the moving figure at all. Last thing the
man saw was a brief glimpse of a fist in front of his face.
More sounds of gunshots rang out from the distance, and
Ranma-chan instinctively jumped high up into the air. She spun around
in mid-air to face the offenders, and found more bullets streaking
through the air towards her. With a cry of "Moko Takabisha!", she
launched a large ki-blast at the offenders. The blast impacted one of
the five police cars, causing an explosion that triggered a chain
reaction that resulted in a gigantic explosion of all five patrol
cars. Coupled with Ranma-chan's ki-blast, only a giant ten-foot wide
crater remained. The policemen were nowhere to be found, neither was
whatever that caused the police to go there in the first place.
Once Ranma-chan's feet made contact with the ground, she fell
to her knees, clutching her head in pain. The explosion of the police
cars repeated over and over in her mind, and the amplified screams of
the police officers as their cars blew up in front of their face was
too much to bear, and she collapsed on the ground.
She sat up with a groan and hung her head low, trying to
remember what happened after the police officers talk to her. It came
up as a total blank. She did notice that her hands were strangely red
for some reason. Crimson red. The color of blood. She panicked, and
got up to search for water to wash her hands.
Ranma-chan soon found herself in front of a collection of
pools, and bent down next to one, feverishly trying to scrub the red
liquid off her hands. Somewhere in her mind, a small voice cried out
an unintelligible word of warning, but that was overriden by her
current mission to rinse whatever it was that was on her hands. Why
wouldn't it go away? Why was it still on her hands? No matter what
she did, it was still on her.
"Out, damn spot!" Ranma-chan shouted into her hands. "Out
with you!"
No matter how hard she scrubbed her hands or what she
scrubbed them with, the stain was still there, ever-present and
never going away. She found that the longer she scrubbed, the
larger the stain got, and the stronger the smell of blood invaded
her nostrils. Soon, her entire hand was covered in the red liquid,
and starting to drip onto the floor. When she came to the
conclusion that it was her own blood that was dripping, she thrusted
the hand into a spring, hoping to clean it.
A thin column of light appeared from the middle of the small
pool, and soon grew in size until it covered the entire pool of
water. On the water's surface, Ranma-chan's blood streamed away from
her hands, twirleding around in the water over and over again until
the body of water turned to crimson. The red liquid then levitated
into the air as if it could defy gravity, and separated into strands,
swirling around an invisible cylinder of some kind. It then clustered
together, wrapping around and over itself in a tangle and forming a
roughly human shape.
Right before her eyes, the mass refined into a familiar shape,
a man wearing pig-tail, but completely in red, from hair color to skin
color. The "man" walked towards Ranma-chan, leaving red footprints on
the ground as it walked. It reached an arm out towards her, and she
tried to swat the hand away, but only succeeded splashing the ground
with blood. A second later, blood spiraled out, from the splashed
area, and regenerated the severed hand. When the figure stepped
towards her again, she backhanded the figure hard in the head,
splashing blood everywhere. Another second later, it regnerated the
head as well, much to Ranma-chan's dismay.
When a Moko Takabisha yielded the same effect, or the lack
thereof, she started to run away from it. When she began to run, the
living mass of blood seemingly collapsed onto the ground. She
stopped and began to smile at her apparent victory, she noticed that
the pool of blood was moving. Edging towards her, to be precise.
Taking a step back, she saw that the blood mirrored her motions, only
towards her. Breaking out into a full sprint, she ran away from
the pool of crimson. As she turned her head backwards for a glimpse,
she found that the blood was matching her speed, and gaining all the
while. She tried to push herself and run as fast as she could, but
it still wasn't fast enough. Moments later, she looked down and
noted with horror that the blood was directly under her and
following her. She saw that the blood was once again levitating into
the air, trying to surround her. She continued running at top speed
while frantically punching and kicking the column of blood that crept
higher and higher around her, with no apparent effect. When the
column of blood completely surrounded her, it made a loud popping
sound and enveloped her completely, drowning out her loud scream.
The blood seemingly concentrated and disappeared, leaving an unhurt
Ranma-chan behind.
As she looked around her surroundings, she realized that she
really didn't know where she was. The place was oddly familiar
though, as if it was from a dream, a dream he dreamt long before,
but could no longer remember. Now she just need to remember where
she saw those bamboo roots sticking out of those pools before...
A voice came from behind him. "Hello, former son-in-law."
Startled, Ranma-chan spun around. In front of her stood a
woman that was only three feet tall and standing on a pogo stick,
and had long white hair flowing all the way down to the ground.
Her whole body was wrinkled, and she seemed like hundreds of years
old. Why did she call me son-in-law though? she wondered.
Then she realized that there were two more people standing
beside her. One was a stunningly beautiful woman with long flowing
purple pair down to mid-back, and wearing a loose-fitting dress that
parted at a pair of long, shapely legs. She was holding hands with
a man wearing thick glasses and a long white robe.
"Why did you call me son-in-law?" Ranma-chan asked the short
woman.
"You mean, you don't remember?" The woman asked.
"I said, why did you call me son-in-law?" she repeated.
After all, she was a girl, wasn't she? "And who are you people?"
"I was afraid of that," the woman merely said. Was that
sadness she heard in the old woman's voice?
"Afraid of what?" Ranma-chan asked. Suddenly, almost
imperceptibly, her expression changed from puzzlement to
something unrecognizable.
Before she could say another word, the three people had
formed a circle around her. "I'm sorry, Ranma," the woman with
purple hair said.
When Shampoo looked into Ranma-chan's eyes, she paled and
turned around to face her companions, something in Mandarin in a
frightened voice. Ranma-chan didn't know what she said, and she
didn't care either. She found herself flying towards Mousse, who
changed her trajectory with a punch to the midsection, sending
her back to where she started from.
She jumped up, and flew towards Mousse again. Mousse
tried the same thing, but this time Ranma-chan's fist met Mousse's
head on. A loud cracking sound was heard by the combatants,
followed by a painful scream. Mousse staggered backwards,
clutching his arm.
Ranma-chan walked up to Shampoo and stared at her in the
eyes. Before anyone could see what happened, Shampoo was thrown
back 50 feet, and Ranma-chan was still at the exact spot she was in
before. When she turned to face Cologne, she noticed out of the
corner of her eye that Mousse was running over to Shampoo.
Deciding that it was safe, she turned her full attention to
Cologne. Almost instinctively, she knew that the old woman was not
to be taken lightly.
Cologne ran towards Ranma-chan, and tried to stab her with the
pogo stick at blazing speed. She kept up and blocked Cologne's every
blow, much to Cologne's surprise. Feeling something stab her in the
back, and turned around. Mousse had his right hand extended towards
her. Feeling wetness on her shirt, she felt around the back of her
shirt and pulled out something that was portruding from it. Bringing
it to the front, she found that it was a dagger. With an angry growl,
she ran towards Mousse, and punched him with the same speed that
Cologne attacked him before. him could only block a fraction of
the attack, and the rest impacted with his ribs amidst a fury of
cracking sounds. That was, until Shampoo joined in and combined
her efforts with him, driving Ranma-chan back.
"You have become a menace, Ranma," Cologne said calmly. "I
recently had a vision that you would be back, looking for revenge. A
few minutes ago, Akane Hibiki called and told Shampoo about a very
strange homicidal case being investigated by the police. A man was
reportedly dismembered by an extremely strong person. I suspected,
and now knew, that it was you."
Ranma-chan seemed to be in a brief moment of struggle with
herself, and stopped attacking. "What?" she asked. "Brought...
back?"
She tried to remember what she needed to be brought back from,
but only came up with a blank. Before she could think any further,
a hit registered on the back of her head, and she turned around with
a gleam in her eyes. Shampoo was looking at her partially crushed
bonbori in shock, and Ranma-chan took the opportunity to attack.
With an uppercut to the spherical part of the bonbori, she knocked the
metal ball off its handle and it flew towards Shampoo, hitting her in
the face. She fell onto the ground with a thud, and the bonbori
rolled off her face and onto the floor, revealing a broken, bleeding
nose.
With a howl, Mousse jumped towards Ranma-chan, launching a
myraid of weapons at her. She grabbed one of his chains and then
spun on her feet, rotating him around, then released him and sent him
flying him towards Cologne. Caught off guard, Cologne couldn't dodge
the flying Mousse and they fell, Mousse lying on top of Cologne. The
two got back up, practically fuming, and launched themselves towards
Ranma-chan. The three Amazons surrounded her, and began to attack
her from all sides.
Cologne jumped off her stick and thrusted it towards
Ranma-chan. As if on cue, the couple followed suit, one jabbing a
knife at her, the other pulling out another pair of bonboris and
started attacking her with them. Even though they were all attacking
from different directions, it almost seemed as though Ranma-chan
could be in two, even three places at once. When Shampoo brought a
bonbori up to hit Ranma-chan, she threw a lightning-fast punch at
Shampoo's face, hitting her in the mouth and causing her to drop her
bonbori in pain and shock. She cursed loudly in Mandarin as the
fallen bonbori found her foot.
At the same time that Shampoo brought up her bonbori, Mousse
launched a volley of sharp objects towards Ranma-chan. With simple
kicks and punches, she somehow redirected all of the weapons back
to the owner, except with the sharp end pointed to him as well. He
tried to dodge as many of his own weapons as he could, but he shot
too many towards her, and couldn't possibly dodge all of them when
they came back at him. With almost audible piercing sounds, Mousse
was hit by numerous of his own projectiles. Some merely grazed him,
some were slighly embedded into his body and some came flying out
through his back, making clear holes through his body. With an
enraged cry, Cologne propelled herself at Ranma-chan, stick extended
in a strike. Ranma-chan wound her arm back, and punched at the
diminuitive woman. A fraction of a second later, she felt a hit,
and went flying away from the battlefield. Now that she was away,
she saw that Ranma-chan was attacking feverishly. At the speed that
she was moving, she seemed as though she was teleporting from place
to place, attacking and defending as neccessary, but never missing
an attack. In only a short moment after Cologne was thrown back,
she went from defensive to full offensive. Mousse and Shampoo
tried to defend themselves, but they couldn't keep up with
her unpredictable movement. One second she would be hitting
Mousse in the back, the next she could be following up with hitting
Mousse or moving on to uppercutting Shampoo in the stomach.
Cologne frowned, and went back into battle, hoping to defeat
Ranma-chan in their combined efforts. She had no idea how
Ranma-chan got this good even being locked up for two decades, but
it didn't look good for them right now.
Cologne was surprised when she rejoined the fight. Mousse
and Shampoo already LOOK defeated, even though they weren't yet,
while Ranma-chan looked as if the fight just started. Shampoo's
hair was a mess, her dress was torn in several places, and she was
breathing hard as if she had just ran a marathon. Mousse was none
the better. His glasses were nowhere to be found, he had a number
of cuts and holes on his body, and the long sleeves on his robe
were ripped off. How Ranma-chan was able to achieve all that in
the short time that Cologne was away, she didn't know.
Cologne stabbed at Ranma-chan from behind, but she somehow
sensed it and sidestepped the attack, and Cologne ended up hitting
Shampoo, who was standing in front of Ranma-chan. Cologne paused
when she realized that she hit her own great-granddaughter. The
hesitation lasted for merely a fraction of a second, but it was
enough for Ranma-chan to take advantage upon. Grabbing Cologne's
stick, she yanked it away from her. Cologne couldn't win the
contest of strength and lost her primary weapon. While Cologne
still had her arm extended just after losing the tug of war,
Ranma-chan grabbed it with lightning speed, pushed her forearm up
and her bicep down. A sickening crack was heard by the three
combatants, followed by a loud scream. Ranma-chan went on as if
nothing happened. Cologne stepped back, holding her limp right arm.
The remaining two combatants yelled, "Great-grandmother!" and
started furiously attacking.
Cologne saw everything with crystal clarity, even over her
own pain. Mousse and Shampoo tried their best to fight Ranma-chan,
but it wasn't enough. For every attack they tried on her, she
always had a counterattack ready for them, no matter how they
attacked. Even when they attacked in perfect synchronization,
she was somehow able to teleport behind one of them and deliver an
attack, then take down the other fighter. They couldn't even come
close to hitting her, but she could hit them with painful accuracy.
And painful was rather close to the truth, judging from their
expression every time they got hit.
Finally, Cologne couldn't stand it anymore and went back
to attacking Ranma-chan with as much speed and power as she could
without her right arm or her weapon. That proved to be a mistake,
however. In the middle of attacking Ranma-chan with the Kaschuu
Tenshin Amguriken, Cologne felt, painfully, every bone in her left
arm shatter. Determined to defeat Ranma-chan, she reached deep
inside herself, and mentally tapped the appropriate shiatsu points
with her ki to stop the pain, and started kicking. Since she was
only about three feet tall, she couldn't do much in the way of
kicking. And it showed. Within minutes, Cologne saw a fist
heading straight for her head. The second before the hit made
contact, she remembered what was nagging her in the beginning.
It was something her sensei said, a long time ago:
"Beware, Ku Lon. Insanity is a force to be reckoned with.
While a normal person can do a great deal of damage throughout an
insane streak, a trained martial artist is extremely deadly when
his or her pysche shatters." Pulling his shirt partially open,
he revealed to Cologne a long, pink-ish battle scar that was
clearly visible. "This is what an insane martial artist did to
me. My sensei was fighting with him, and he gave me this scar even
when I was watching from all the way off on the sidelines. He
didn't even need to approach me to cause this."
Before Cologne could think of anything else, she felt
Ranma-chan's fist made contact with her head for a nanosecond, then
nothing.
Shampoo and Mousse saw everything though. They saw
Ranma-chan's fist hit Cologne's skull, and then saw her fist exit
from the other side, coupled with Cologne's head rupturing like
overheated popcorn. Unable to react, they stood there, mouth agape.
That proved to be their undoing. Ranma-chan did a leg sweep, and
cut Shampoo's feet off at her ankles. Shampoo screamed and fell to
the ground, blood gushing out from her ankles.
Mousse screamed and charged Ranma-chan as she was standing
up. she somehow rematerialized behind Mousse, causing him to
over-extend the attack and lose his balance. As he was falling, she
jumped, and planted her right knee on his pelvis, pushing him down to
the ground even faster. A loud crunch followed. Shampoo threw her
bonbori's at her as a last resort, but Ranma-chan caught it with
ease. Mousse turned over and started throwing an unending volley of
weapons at Ranma-chan, but the pain was affecting his aim and a large
part of the weapons missed her, and she skillfully dodged the rest.
When Mousse finally ran out of weapons, Ranma-chan went
through the ones that she caught. She found a number of daggers,
some knifes, a few defused bombs, among various other harmless toys.
Picking out the daggers, she threw them back to their owner. Through
the owner's wrists and thighs. Mousse screamed. Shampoo yelled out
something in Mandarin, and he stopped screaming.
Ranma-chan took the knives out and started walking towards
Shampoo. Mousse was yelling at Ranma-chan to stop right there and
not got any further or face death, but she ignored him. She kneeled
down before Shampoo. "Sham...poo? That sounds familiar..." she
muttered to herself. Just then, something flashed in her eyes, and
she stared at Shampoo with hatred. "You just HAD to marry Mousse
didn't you? I was trapped on that godforsaken island for years, and
you didn't care. You just married somebody else."
"Ranma disappeared one day. We look everywhere, but no
find Ranma. Shampoo had no choice but to give" Shampoo said, fear
in her voice. "Shampoo loved Ranma, but no can wait for him and
that good month in Jusenkyo no can count."
Ranma-chan's eyes lit up with fire. "Doesn't count?"
Ranma-chan drew a knife across Shampoo's biceps. Shampoo bit her
lips. "Doesn't count?" She stabbed each of Shampoo's breasts,
thrusting through her ripcage and making small holes on her body.
"DOESN'T COUNT?? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Ranma-chan
thrusted the knife into Shampoo's nether region, then pulled it
upwards. Shampoo DID scream this time. All the while, Mousse was
yelling at the top of his voice. But no matter how hard he tried,
he just couldn't get up.
"Wait your turn," Ranma-chan told Mousse. He ignored her,
and kept yelling for her to stop doing that to Shampoo. With an
annoyed growl, she jumped over to Mousse. When he opened his mouth
again, she reached into his mouth and pulled out his tongue, then
cut it in half with her knife. Tossing the severed tongue off to
a side, she went back to Shampoo and left Mousse moaning in pain
and anger.
Ranma-chan kneeled down next to Shampoo and kissed her on
the lips. Shampoo resisted, and then spat at her in the face. She
calmly wiped it off, and put her hands on Shampoo's shirt. With a
cry, Shampoo tried to hit Ranma-chan with both hands. Ranma-chan
produced two knives out of nowhere, and pinned Shampoo's wrists down
onto the ground with them, one knife through each palm. Shampoo bit
her lips hard, and tears started to well up, but she refused to give
out any acknowledgement of pain. Ranma-chan ripped Shampoo's shirt
apart, revealing her round breasts, covered with blood. She licked
Shampoo's breasts, savoring every last drop of blood. She then
proceeded to bite on them, taking raw, bloody chunks out with her
teeth. Shampoo moaned in pain, but that only seemed to encourage
Ranma-chan, who continued to take bites out of her full, round
breasts. After reducing Shampoo's breasts to little more than bumpy
lumps with teeth marks, she stood up and cocked her head to one side
as if listening to something.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "I forgot." She gathered a small ki
ball of ki in her hands, and sent it whirling towards the
still-immboile Mousse. With a painful cry, the area covering
Mousse's most important part was dyed red.
Ranma-chan got up and grabbed Shampoo's bonbori's, and said,
"Tell your _friends_, the _Hibikis_, that I'm coming for them,"
She stopped after only only taking a few steps away, and
looked back as she suddenly made a decision. Walking back to the
fallen and crying duel, she spoke up. "On second thought, I'll tell
them myself." Then she threw Shampoo's steel bonboris into the air.
One landed on Shampoo's face, and the other one on Mousse's.
Something that sounded like the crushing of watermelons reached
Ranma-chan's ears, and she smiled.
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