Ranma-chan wandered aimlessly through the streets, no
particular goal in mind.
'Why can't I remember anything...?' she thought. 'Everything
is a blank... I don't remember what happened a year ago, ten years
ago, or even ten minutes ago... how long have I been walking like
this? How long will I be walking like this?'
Nothing seemed familiar to her; she was surrounded by foreign
surroundings and people she didn't know.
Sitting on the ground with her back to a wall, she huddled
into a ball with her head in her hands.
'What happened to me...?' she wondered. 'Why can't I remember?
I have to remember...'
But no matter how hard she tried to conjure up her memory,
nothing could come up, everything was a total blank.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her stomach grumbling.
"I'm hungry..." she said to herself. "When did I last eat? I
don't remember eating... I should eat..."
With that thought in mind, she wandered into a restaurant,
hoping to have her stomach filled.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit greeted her as she entered
the Chinese restaurant.
"Do you have enough money, young lady?" the man said, raising
an eyebrow at Ranma-chan's dirty clothes.
"Mon...ey?" Ranma-chan echoed, as if she had never heard of
such a word.
The man's eyebrow twitched. "I'm gonna have to ask you to
leave."
"But I'm hungry..." she whined.
"Leave!" the man yelled.
Ranma-chan stepped backwards in surprise, and backed out of
the restaurant, away from the hostile yelling man.
Or at least she would've backed out of the restaurant, if she
hadn't slammed into a waitress on her way out, causing the tea
kettle's contents to be poured all over Ranma-chan.
Ranma-chan's petite, diminuitive frame shifted into a
muscular, well-toned male body, right in front of the entire
restaurant, much to the shock of the occupants.
Ranma screamed as he sank to the floor on his knees, holding
his head between his hands and shaking like mad as he was flooded by
the memories that eluded her just minutes ago.
The memories of his entire 36 years of life flooded into his
mind, driving all rational thought out for the moment.
He could remember everything now. He remembered his life back
in Nerima when he was still a care-free teenager. He remembered the
fateful day when Ryoga led him to a deserted island and abandoned him,
then the ensuing two decades of isolation and suffering before he was
rescued.
He also remembered what he did to the unfortunate security
guard that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,
and what he did to Shampoo, Mousse, Cologne, Tofu, Nabiki, the Kunos,
and five strange sailor-suited girls.
"NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. "Make it stop! I don't
want to see it anymore! Make it stop!"
The seemingly never-ending image of blood and violence
subsided after a short moment, and Ranma's eyes rolled up into the
back of his head as he passed out into unconsciousness.
When he woke up, Ranma found himself lying just next to the
restaurant's entrance.
'They must have threw me out...'
He tried to remember what happened that landed him out there
when more floods of memory invaded his mind. This time, he did not
feel pain from his mind being overloaded, but felt only intense hatred
as the memory he received were what he saw at the Tendo Dojo when he
arrived back from the deserted island.
His eyes practically glowed a fiery red as the memory
subsided.
There was only one thing in his mind...
Revenge.
Ranma grinned maniacally as he stood in front of the Tendo
Dojo. Planting his foot onto the ground with a stomp, he leapt over
the outer wall and landed in the backyard near the koi pond.
The sounds of flesh impacting a soft but heavy surface
eminated from inside the Dojo, and he made his way over and peaked
inside.
A young boy, who looked to be about 16 years of age, was
standing in front of a heavy punching bag that dangled from the
ceiling. Pulling his fist back, he launched a fast straight punch at
the bag, causing it to swing backwards. As the heavy bag swung back
his way again, he lunged forward a short distance, then bent his knees
and quickly straightened them to launched a strong uppercut at the
punching bag. The bag flew up all the way until the length of the bag
hit the ceiling with a resounding thud.
"Ryoga..." Ranma fumed.
The boy turned around at the source of the voice.
"Ryoga? That's my dad," he told Ranma.
"Ryoga's your dad?" Ranma blinked. The boy looked almost
exactly like Ryoga when he was young...
"I'm an old... friend of your dad," he continued, hesitating
for a second before saying the word "friend". "I'm Ranma."
"Ranma?" the boy seemed to be hunting for a memory. "Mom's
mentioned you a couple of times..."
"Who's your mother?" Ranma wondered aloud.
"She's Akane Tendo," the boy beamed proudly. "One of the best
martial artists in the country. Not better than Dad, of course."
"I'm sure he is," Ranma nodded, his eyes glinting dangerously
as he remembered a certain detail about Ryoga that might've been
passed down to his son. "I think I'll meet your parents and... catch
up on old times. Wanna go inside with me?"
"Sure!" the boy smiled. "I wanna see Mom's reaction. She
didn't expect you to come, I think."
Ranma walked behind the boy as they made their way towards the
house. As they got near the koi pond, Ranma stuck a leg out and
tripped the young boy, then pushed him into the koi pond with a shove.
The boy screamed in surprise, but the scream was quickly
silenced when he fell into the pool.
Ranma grinned as a small black pig emerged out of the water.
Picking the small pig up by the scruff of his neck, he lifted the pig
to eye level.
"Hello, P-chan," he grinned again as he slammed the pig onto
the ground head-first. The small animal laid motionless after the
attack.
"What's that noise, Ranboa?" a woman peaked her head out of
the living room. With a loud clang, the mixing bowl she was holding
fell to the floor. "R-Ranma?"
Ranma walked closer to the woman and examined her. She looked
like an older Akane, except she was wearing a long dress, and her hair
was long like the day he met her.
"Akane...?" he asked.
"W-where were you all this time?" Akane asked, tears welling
up in her eyes. "You didn't want to deal with me anymore?"
Ranma's eyes clouded over in anger as he unexpectedly punched
Akane in the face, lauching her flying back into a wall.
"W-what's that for?" she coughed.
"You betrayed me!" Ranma accused. "You married Ryoga!"
"You were the one who left me!" Akane yelled back. "You took
off without a word! What was I supposed to do?!"
"I didn't take off!" he growled. "Ryoga trapped me in an
island and I was stuck for twenty years!"
"Ranma no baka!" she got up back to her feet and slapped Ranma
in the side of the face. Ryoga would never do that!"
Ranma held a hand to her slapped face. "Why you..." he
growled.
He thrusted an arm out at lightning speed and grabbed a hold
of Akane's throat, then rammed her into the wall.
"Don't you dare hit me when you're the one who betrayed me!"
he yelled.
"Ba...ka..." she choked out as she fell to the floor on her
knees. "Don't you know that I missed you even though you left...?"
Ranma snapped his fingers. "I know!" he said abruptly, not
hearing what Akane said at all. "I'll have my revenge on Ryoga... the
most painful way possible."
"As for you, my dear Akane..." he reached down and caressed
Akane's face with his hand...
Only to grab her by the face and slammed her into the wall
head-first.
"You'll pay the price for being a traitor," he said in a low
voice, his eyes glinting.
Akane shakily got up to her feet and slipped into a defensive
stance while backing away to put distance between them. "I don't want
to fight you, Ranma, but if I have to..."
"If you have to what?" Ranma grinned as he blurred towards
Akane, thrusting a knee into her midsection.
Akane oof'ed as the hit landed on her midsection, her legs
lifted up at least five inches off the ground from the momentum of the
attack. Before she had a chance to recover, an elbow was slammed into
her back, sending her crashing to the floor.
She wobbly got back up to her feet, then lashed out at Ranma
with a right straight. Ranma grabbed her fist and sent ki through his
arm to her fist, and she screamed in pain as her fist was rapidly
glowing a bright red. When she successfully pulled her fist back, her
knuckles were burned a charred black.
"W-what did you do?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Ranma replied with a soccer-style kick to her chin, sending
her flying back into another wall head-first.
She groaned in pain as she landed back onto the floor.
"Ranma..." she began. "Please... stop this..."
"Stop what?" he answered as he made his way over to her prone
body and gave her a kick in the ribs. She screamed in pain as several
ribs were broken from that single attack.
"W-why are you doing this, Ranma?" Akane asked, gasping for
air in pain, tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Ranma frowned. "I don't like repeating myself," he glared at
his former fiancee before stomping her in the chest. With a loud
cough and a choked "ack", Akane let loose a pint of blood from her
mouth and onto Ranma's worn-out shoes.
"Look what you did," Ranma frowned again. "These are my
favorite shoes. Well, they're the only ones, but that's besides the
point."
"I'm going to have to punish you," he said as he made his way
into the kitchen.
He emerged from the kitchen with a rather large meat cleaver,
much to the shock of Akane, who was trying to get up despite the
injuries inflicted on her.
"W-what are you going to do with that, Ranma?" Akane
stuttered.
"Why, to make dinner of course!" Ranma replied cheerfully,
much to Akane's shock.
"D-dinner?" Akane blinked, then stepped back as her once-
fiancee stepped towards her, meat cleaver in hand.
"Yep," Ranma grinned as she slashed with the cleaver.
All Akane saw was a bright flash of silver, then no more.
"Alright, bacon-breath," Ranma said to himself as he made his
way back out to the backyard and lifted the transformed boy up with
two fingers. "You're gonna be what your dad was most afraid of, dinner
in the form of bacon."
Scrubbing the bloodied meat cleaver to get rid of the
unsightly chunks of female flesh, he rinsed said cleaver under the tap
to cleanse it.
"I wonder how thick the bacon strips should be..." he idly
mused as he swung the kitchen utility down on the still-unconscious
pig's neck.
Walking over to the side of the kitchen, he retrieved an apron
from its hanging spot on the wall and donned it on, whistling a
cheerful tune.
"Hold your head up high," he sang in broken and mispronounced
English. "And blow your brains out..."
"Tadaima!" Ryoga announced as he entered the house from the
front door.
"What's for dinner, Akane-chan?" he asked as he poked his head
into the kitchen. "Hmm... she's not here..."
He did notice that there was a large soup pot on the stove, as
well as some bacon on the frying pan.
"Soup and bacon, huh?" he said to himself, having overcome the
fear of pork that he had in his teenage years. "Not bad."
Grabbing a soup bowl from the kitchen cabinet, he scooped the
top portion of the still-hot soup into the bowl, and several strips of
bacon into the plate.
He leisurely took bites out of the bacon with a fork, and
reached over to grab a hold of the bowl of soup. A thick, strange
smell made itself known as he held the bowl close. Dismissing it as
his imagination, he took in a big gulp of the soup.
And promptly threw it back out.
"What the hell?!" he cried out in surprise. The soup
tasted... like blood. A thick, almost creamy version of it, but
unmistakably blood.
Running over to the soup pot, he frantically dug around in the
pot with the scoop. As he felt a large, heavy object at the bottom of
the pot, he lifted it up using the scoop.
He immediately dropped what he was holding, backpedaling in
shock. He couldn't, didn't want to believe his eyes. With a
trembling hand, he walked towards the pot and lifted the object back
up from the bottom of the pot.
A choked cry came from his lips as his earlier sighting was
confirmed, and he dropped the object back down in shock, sending soup
jumping over the edge of the pot.
It was unmistakable. Floating in the bottom of the soup pot
was the decapitated head of his wife, Akane, her eyes and mouth opened
forever in a state of shock and disbelief.
A shiver ran down his spine when he realized what the
deliciously-cooked bacon could possibly be made out of. As he turned
his head back towards the kitchen table, he noticed something in the
kitchen sink out of the corner of his eyes.
A closer look confirmed his dreaded suspicion. Lying on the
kitchen sink was the bandana that he gave his son, a slightly
different version of the bandana that he himself wore.
A small note, written in ink, was present besides the bandana.
The writing was hard to decipher because of the water on the sink
dissolving the ink, and the writing itself was worse than any he had
ever read, and he had to concentrate to make out the words. He
screamed loudly as he made out what the note said.
Enjoy your meal,
Ranma
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAANMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" his scream
rang out through the entire house, and beyond.
He crashed through the front door without bothering to open
it, and ran out of the house in search of his old nemesis.
He returned in the dead of the night, looking depressed and
defeated.
"Akane..." he moaned in absolute misery.
A dripping sound made itself known to Ryoga, the sound of
water dripping.
Drip.
Drip.
He shook his head, then walked into the kitchen to turn off
the tap.
It was completely dry, and it was evident that it hadn't been
on for at least several hours.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Slightly irritated from the noise, he walked briskly into the
bathroom. It was the same as the kitchen in that it must have been
hours since it was last used. Thinking that it might be the toilet,
he gave it a loud flush.
The dripping made itself known once again after the noise of
the flushing subsided.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Ryoga swore and punched the wall in the bathroom, sending his
fist through the hollow wall.
"Damn it," he cursed. "Shut up!"
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He ran frantically through the entire house in search of the
source of the sound, and found that it was the loudest outside of the
closed bathroom door in the second floor
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He turned the doorknob and opened the bathroom door, expecting
it to be flooded.
It was indeed flooded, but not the way he expected it to be.
The floor was coated, almost flooded with a thick layer of red
liquid as the sickening smell of a large quantity of blood permeated
the air. The dripping were caused by the ripples that were created at
a steady interval, from originating from the ceiling.
He gasped as he turned his head upwards and saw what created
the dripping.
Dangling from the ceiling was a headless female body, her
would-be delicate skin carefully, yet cruelly and forcibly removed
from her body. Without the layer of skin coating the body, her blood
steadily dripped down onto the floor and created the growing pool of
blood on the floor.
Jumping up to ceiling height, he sent a bandana spiraling
towards the rope that was hanging the body from the ceiling. Without
the rope's support, the body unceremoniously fell onto the floor with
a loud splash of blood, painting the formerly-clean furo with a
crimson color.
He cradled the headless, bloody body in his arms as he sobbed
quietly, uncaring of the blood on his clothes.
"Akane... Ranboa..." he sobbed as he gently caressed his wife's
decapitated corpse.
"I WILL avenge you, Akane," he said firmly. "Ranma will pay
for what he did to our family."
"What was that, P-chan?" came a mocking voice from beyond the
door.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ryoga
screamed as he bolted up to his feet and charged towards the door.
Before he could see an opponent, he was greeted in the face
with a glowing backfist, sending him slamming into the wall next to
the furo.
"I'll kill you!!" he bolted back up, seemingly unhurt.
"That's my line," Ranma smirked as he made himself seen by
stepping through the door frame.
Leaping into action, Ryoga launched himself at Ranma with a
flying kick. "You killed Akane and my son!!"
Ranma didn't even bother to dodge. Instead, he grabbed a hold
of the flying man's ankle and turned, then pulled downwards and
slammed him down face-first onto the blood.
Ryoga's eyes were furious and crazed as he got up and glared
at Ranma, wiping the blood off his lips.
"And you took everything away from me," Ranma said coldly.
"You trapped me for two decades, ruined my life and took the girl I
love."
"You're not the only one that loved Akane!" Ryoga cried.
With a scream, he let loose a giant Shi Shi Hokodan at Ranma.
Ranma stuck a glowing fist out, and launched an even more
impressive ki-blast at Ryoga, pushing the Shi Shi Hokodan back at its
origin and blowing out the entire wall.
"Thanks to you," Ranma spat. "I've had twenty years of non-
stop training in ki."
"Why you... Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan!!!"
Ranma didn't even flinch as the giant column of green ki blew
out the entire ceiling and hovered in the night sky, lighting it up as
if it was daytime.
"Sen Ryu Ken!" he cried as he sent an uppercut into the air,
sending a giant column of a fiery red blast slamming into the hovering
Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan. As the two blasts collided, a strong gust of
wind was sent through the room, almost blowing the two combatants off
their feet.
Ryoga gaped in shock as Ranma so effortlessly neutralized his
Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan. After twenty years of training, it was
perhaps over ten times stronger than when he used it on Ranma the
first time, yet it was neutralized with barely any effort.
Deciding to abandon the ki blast approach, Ryoga once again
rushed towards Ranma, his right hand extended in a straight punch.
Ranma intercepted the punch with finger, much like how
Happosai once stopped Ranma's punches with his pipe. As he noticed
Ranma's finger glowing, Ryoga tried to quickly retract his fist.
It was too late. A burning sensation started from the point
where the third section of his middle finger contacted Ranma's index
finger, and quickly traveled through the entire arm. Ryoga screamed
in pain as the ki blast penetrated his arm without resistance, burning
away and destroying every tendon in his right arm.
With his right arm now out of action and hanging limply by his
side, Ryoga tried to attack with his left arm, spinning on the balls
of his feet to deliver a hook.
The attack was unsuccessful as Ranma stopped its motion with
the soft flesh of his palms. Before Ryoga had a chance to pull his
fist back, Ranma snapped his fist into a knife hand, glowing with a
fiery red. Instead of using a standard knife chop, he thrusted the
knife hand horizontally at Ryoga's fist.
The blazing hot ki that surrounded Ranma's knife hand parted
Ryoga's arm like knife through butter, splitting the length of Ryoga's
arm into two halves as blood gushed out from the gaping wound like a
river.
Ryoga screamed and started to fall to the ground, but not
before sending a roundhouse kick at Ranma's temple. Ranma simply
tilted his head to the right, and blocked the kick with his left hand,
then grabbed Ryoga's ankle. Flaring his ki again at the fist, he
squeezed down hard on Ryoga's ankle. A loud, sickening crunch
signaled the crushing of every bone in Ryoga's right ankle.
Ryoga, half unconscious from the intense pain of both his arms
and his leg, was unable to react as Ranma covered his face with his
palm.
"I guess I should say something for finally getting my revenge
on you," Ryoga heard Ranma's voice as his own eyes were blinded by a
bright red. "Like the line in the video game that I played once..."
Ranma launched his ki-blast point blank in Ryoga's face as
Ryoga's head exploded with a wet "splush"-like sound, covering Ranma's
hand and clothing in assorted bits of flesh and grey matter.
"Fatality."
Ranma smiled contentedly as he turned his head towards the
sky, his clothes turning a dull brown as the thick layers of blood
began to dry with the blowing wind.
"It took twenty years, but I've finally had my revenge..."
A laughter escaped from his lips, one bordering on derangement
and hysteria.
"Bwahahaha BWAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
Somewhere in the horizon, thunder rumbled.
particular goal in mind.
'Why can't I remember anything...?' she thought. 'Everything
is a blank... I don't remember what happened a year ago, ten years
ago, or even ten minutes ago... how long have I been walking like
this? How long will I be walking like this?'
Nothing seemed familiar to her; she was surrounded by foreign
surroundings and people she didn't know.
Sitting on the ground with her back to a wall, she huddled
into a ball with her head in her hands.
'What happened to me...?' she wondered. 'Why can't I remember?
I have to remember...'
But no matter how hard she tried to conjure up her memory,
nothing could come up, everything was a total blank.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her stomach grumbling.
"I'm hungry..." she said to herself. "When did I last eat? I
don't remember eating... I should eat..."
With that thought in mind, she wandered into a restaurant,
hoping to have her stomach filled.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit greeted her as she entered
the Chinese restaurant.
"Do you have enough money, young lady?" the man said, raising
an eyebrow at Ranma-chan's dirty clothes.
"Mon...ey?" Ranma-chan echoed, as if she had never heard of
such a word.
The man's eyebrow twitched. "I'm gonna have to ask you to
leave."
"But I'm hungry..." she whined.
"Leave!" the man yelled.
Ranma-chan stepped backwards in surprise, and backed out of
the restaurant, away from the hostile yelling man.
Or at least she would've backed out of the restaurant, if she
hadn't slammed into a waitress on her way out, causing the tea
kettle's contents to be poured all over Ranma-chan.
Ranma-chan's petite, diminuitive frame shifted into a
muscular, well-toned male body, right in front of the entire
restaurant, much to the shock of the occupants.
Ranma screamed as he sank to the floor on his knees, holding
his head between his hands and shaking like mad as he was flooded by
the memories that eluded her just minutes ago.
The memories of his entire 36 years of life flooded into his
mind, driving all rational thought out for the moment.
He could remember everything now. He remembered his life back
in Nerima when he was still a care-free teenager. He remembered the
fateful day when Ryoga led him to a deserted island and abandoned him,
then the ensuing two decades of isolation and suffering before he was
rescued.
He also remembered what he did to the unfortunate security
guard that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,
and what he did to Shampoo, Mousse, Cologne, Tofu, Nabiki, the Kunos,
and five strange sailor-suited girls.
"NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. "Make it stop! I don't
want to see it anymore! Make it stop!"
The seemingly never-ending image of blood and violence
subsided after a short moment, and Ranma's eyes rolled up into the
back of his head as he passed out into unconsciousness.
When he woke up, Ranma found himself lying just next to the
restaurant's entrance.
'They must have threw me out...'
He tried to remember what happened that landed him out there
when more floods of memory invaded his mind. This time, he did not
feel pain from his mind being overloaded, but felt only intense hatred
as the memory he received were what he saw at the Tendo Dojo when he
arrived back from the deserted island.
His eyes practically glowed a fiery red as the memory
subsided.
There was only one thing in his mind...
Revenge.
Ranma grinned maniacally as he stood in front of the Tendo
Dojo. Planting his foot onto the ground with a stomp, he leapt over
the outer wall and landed in the backyard near the koi pond.
The sounds of flesh impacting a soft but heavy surface
eminated from inside the Dojo, and he made his way over and peaked
inside.
A young boy, who looked to be about 16 years of age, was
standing in front of a heavy punching bag that dangled from the
ceiling. Pulling his fist back, he launched a fast straight punch at
the bag, causing it to swing backwards. As the heavy bag swung back
his way again, he lunged forward a short distance, then bent his knees
and quickly straightened them to launched a strong uppercut at the
punching bag. The bag flew up all the way until the length of the bag
hit the ceiling with a resounding thud.
"Ryoga..." Ranma fumed.
The boy turned around at the source of the voice.
"Ryoga? That's my dad," he told Ranma.
"Ryoga's your dad?" Ranma blinked. The boy looked almost
exactly like Ryoga when he was young...
"I'm an old... friend of your dad," he continued, hesitating
for a second before saying the word "friend". "I'm Ranma."
"Ranma?" the boy seemed to be hunting for a memory. "Mom's
mentioned you a couple of times..."
"Who's your mother?" Ranma wondered aloud.
"She's Akane Tendo," the boy beamed proudly. "One of the best
martial artists in the country. Not better than Dad, of course."
"I'm sure he is," Ranma nodded, his eyes glinting dangerously
as he remembered a certain detail about Ryoga that might've been
passed down to his son. "I think I'll meet your parents and... catch
up on old times. Wanna go inside with me?"
"Sure!" the boy smiled. "I wanna see Mom's reaction. She
didn't expect you to come, I think."
Ranma walked behind the boy as they made their way towards the
house. As they got near the koi pond, Ranma stuck a leg out and
tripped the young boy, then pushed him into the koi pond with a shove.
The boy screamed in surprise, but the scream was quickly
silenced when he fell into the pool.
Ranma grinned as a small black pig emerged out of the water.
Picking the small pig up by the scruff of his neck, he lifted the pig
to eye level.
"Hello, P-chan," he grinned again as he slammed the pig onto
the ground head-first. The small animal laid motionless after the
attack.
"What's that noise, Ranboa?" a woman peaked her head out of
the living room. With a loud clang, the mixing bowl she was holding
fell to the floor. "R-Ranma?"
Ranma walked closer to the woman and examined her. She looked
like an older Akane, except she was wearing a long dress, and her hair
was long like the day he met her.
"Akane...?" he asked.
"W-where were you all this time?" Akane asked, tears welling
up in her eyes. "You didn't want to deal with me anymore?"
Ranma's eyes clouded over in anger as he unexpectedly punched
Akane in the face, lauching her flying back into a wall.
"W-what's that for?" she coughed.
"You betrayed me!" Ranma accused. "You married Ryoga!"
"You were the one who left me!" Akane yelled back. "You took
off without a word! What was I supposed to do?!"
"I didn't take off!" he growled. "Ryoga trapped me in an
island and I was stuck for twenty years!"
"Ranma no baka!" she got up back to her feet and slapped Ranma
in the side of the face. Ryoga would never do that!"
Ranma held a hand to her slapped face. "Why you..." he
growled.
He thrusted an arm out at lightning speed and grabbed a hold
of Akane's throat, then rammed her into the wall.
"Don't you dare hit me when you're the one who betrayed me!"
he yelled.
"Ba...ka..." she choked out as she fell to the floor on her
knees. "Don't you know that I missed you even though you left...?"
Ranma snapped his fingers. "I know!" he said abruptly, not
hearing what Akane said at all. "I'll have my revenge on Ryoga... the
most painful way possible."
"As for you, my dear Akane..." he reached down and caressed
Akane's face with his hand...
Only to grab her by the face and slammed her into the wall
head-first.
"You'll pay the price for being a traitor," he said in a low
voice, his eyes glinting.
Akane shakily got up to her feet and slipped into a defensive
stance while backing away to put distance between them. "I don't want
to fight you, Ranma, but if I have to..."
"If you have to what?" Ranma grinned as he blurred towards
Akane, thrusting a knee into her midsection.
Akane oof'ed as the hit landed on her midsection, her legs
lifted up at least five inches off the ground from the momentum of the
attack. Before she had a chance to recover, an elbow was slammed into
her back, sending her crashing to the floor.
She wobbly got back up to her feet, then lashed out at Ranma
with a right straight. Ranma grabbed her fist and sent ki through his
arm to her fist, and she screamed in pain as her fist was rapidly
glowing a bright red. When she successfully pulled her fist back, her
knuckles were burned a charred black.
"W-what did you do?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Ranma replied with a soccer-style kick to her chin, sending
her flying back into another wall head-first.
She groaned in pain as she landed back onto the floor.
"Ranma..." she began. "Please... stop this..."
"Stop what?" he answered as he made his way over to her prone
body and gave her a kick in the ribs. She screamed in pain as several
ribs were broken from that single attack.
"W-why are you doing this, Ranma?" Akane asked, gasping for
air in pain, tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Ranma frowned. "I don't like repeating myself," he glared at
his former fiancee before stomping her in the chest. With a loud
cough and a choked "ack", Akane let loose a pint of blood from her
mouth and onto Ranma's worn-out shoes.
"Look what you did," Ranma frowned again. "These are my
favorite shoes. Well, they're the only ones, but that's besides the
point."
"I'm going to have to punish you," he said as he made his way
into the kitchen.
He emerged from the kitchen with a rather large meat cleaver,
much to the shock of Akane, who was trying to get up despite the
injuries inflicted on her.
"W-what are you going to do with that, Ranma?" Akane
stuttered.
"Why, to make dinner of course!" Ranma replied cheerfully,
much to Akane's shock.
"D-dinner?" Akane blinked, then stepped back as her once-
fiancee stepped towards her, meat cleaver in hand.
"Yep," Ranma grinned as she slashed with the cleaver.
All Akane saw was a bright flash of silver, then no more.
"Alright, bacon-breath," Ranma said to himself as he made his
way back out to the backyard and lifted the transformed boy up with
two fingers. "You're gonna be what your dad was most afraid of, dinner
in the form of bacon."
Scrubbing the bloodied meat cleaver to get rid of the
unsightly chunks of female flesh, he rinsed said cleaver under the tap
to cleanse it.
"I wonder how thick the bacon strips should be..." he idly
mused as he swung the kitchen utility down on the still-unconscious
pig's neck.
Walking over to the side of the kitchen, he retrieved an apron
from its hanging spot on the wall and donned it on, whistling a
cheerful tune.
"Hold your head up high," he sang in broken and mispronounced
English. "And blow your brains out..."
"Tadaima!" Ryoga announced as he entered the house from the
front door.
"What's for dinner, Akane-chan?" he asked as he poked his head
into the kitchen. "Hmm... she's not here..."
He did notice that there was a large soup pot on the stove, as
well as some bacon on the frying pan.
"Soup and bacon, huh?" he said to himself, having overcome the
fear of pork that he had in his teenage years. "Not bad."
Grabbing a soup bowl from the kitchen cabinet, he scooped the
top portion of the still-hot soup into the bowl, and several strips of
bacon into the plate.
He leisurely took bites out of the bacon with a fork, and
reached over to grab a hold of the bowl of soup. A thick, strange
smell made itself known as he held the bowl close. Dismissing it as
his imagination, he took in a big gulp of the soup.
And promptly threw it back out.
"What the hell?!" he cried out in surprise. The soup
tasted... like blood. A thick, almost creamy version of it, but
unmistakably blood.
Running over to the soup pot, he frantically dug around in the
pot with the scoop. As he felt a large, heavy object at the bottom of
the pot, he lifted it up using the scoop.
He immediately dropped what he was holding, backpedaling in
shock. He couldn't, didn't want to believe his eyes. With a
trembling hand, he walked towards the pot and lifted the object back
up from the bottom of the pot.
A choked cry came from his lips as his earlier sighting was
confirmed, and he dropped the object back down in shock, sending soup
jumping over the edge of the pot.
It was unmistakable. Floating in the bottom of the soup pot
was the decapitated head of his wife, Akane, her eyes and mouth opened
forever in a state of shock and disbelief.
A shiver ran down his spine when he realized what the
deliciously-cooked bacon could possibly be made out of. As he turned
his head back towards the kitchen table, he noticed something in the
kitchen sink out of the corner of his eyes.
A closer look confirmed his dreaded suspicion. Lying on the
kitchen sink was the bandana that he gave his son, a slightly
different version of the bandana that he himself wore.
A small note, written in ink, was present besides the bandana.
The writing was hard to decipher because of the water on the sink
dissolving the ink, and the writing itself was worse than any he had
ever read, and he had to concentrate to make out the words. He
screamed loudly as he made out what the note said.
Enjoy your meal,
Ranma
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAANMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" his scream
rang out through the entire house, and beyond.
He crashed through the front door without bothering to open
it, and ran out of the house in search of his old nemesis.
He returned in the dead of the night, looking depressed and
defeated.
"Akane..." he moaned in absolute misery.
A dripping sound made itself known to Ryoga, the sound of
water dripping.
Drip.
Drip.
He shook his head, then walked into the kitchen to turn off
the tap.
It was completely dry, and it was evident that it hadn't been
on for at least several hours.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Slightly irritated from the noise, he walked briskly into the
bathroom. It was the same as the kitchen in that it must have been
hours since it was last used. Thinking that it might be the toilet,
he gave it a loud flush.
The dripping made itself known once again after the noise of
the flushing subsided.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Ryoga swore and punched the wall in the bathroom, sending his
fist through the hollow wall.
"Damn it," he cursed. "Shut up!"
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He ran frantically through the entire house in search of the
source of the sound, and found that it was the loudest outside of the
closed bathroom door in the second floor
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He turned the doorknob and opened the bathroom door, expecting
it to be flooded.
It was indeed flooded, but not the way he expected it to be.
The floor was coated, almost flooded with a thick layer of red
liquid as the sickening smell of a large quantity of blood permeated
the air. The dripping were caused by the ripples that were created at
a steady interval, from originating from the ceiling.
He gasped as he turned his head upwards and saw what created
the dripping.
Dangling from the ceiling was a headless female body, her
would-be delicate skin carefully, yet cruelly and forcibly removed
from her body. Without the layer of skin coating the body, her blood
steadily dripped down onto the floor and created the growing pool of
blood on the floor.
Jumping up to ceiling height, he sent a bandana spiraling
towards the rope that was hanging the body from the ceiling. Without
the rope's support, the body unceremoniously fell onto the floor with
a loud splash of blood, painting the formerly-clean furo with a
crimson color.
He cradled the headless, bloody body in his arms as he sobbed
quietly, uncaring of the blood on his clothes.
"Akane... Ranboa..." he sobbed as he gently caressed his wife's
decapitated corpse.
"I WILL avenge you, Akane," he said firmly. "Ranma will pay
for what he did to our family."
"What was that, P-chan?" came a mocking voice from beyond the
door.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ryoga
screamed as he bolted up to his feet and charged towards the door.
Before he could see an opponent, he was greeted in the face
with a glowing backfist, sending him slamming into the wall next to
the furo.
"I'll kill you!!" he bolted back up, seemingly unhurt.
"That's my line," Ranma smirked as he made himself seen by
stepping through the door frame.
Leaping into action, Ryoga launched himself at Ranma with a
flying kick. "You killed Akane and my son!!"
Ranma didn't even bother to dodge. Instead, he grabbed a hold
of the flying man's ankle and turned, then pulled downwards and
slammed him down face-first onto the blood.
Ryoga's eyes were furious and crazed as he got up and glared
at Ranma, wiping the blood off his lips.
"And you took everything away from me," Ranma said coldly.
"You trapped me for two decades, ruined my life and took the girl I
love."
"You're not the only one that loved Akane!" Ryoga cried.
With a scream, he let loose a giant Shi Shi Hokodan at Ranma.
Ranma stuck a glowing fist out, and launched an even more
impressive ki-blast at Ryoga, pushing the Shi Shi Hokodan back at its
origin and blowing out the entire wall.
"Thanks to you," Ranma spat. "I've had twenty years of non-
stop training in ki."
"Why you... Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan!!!"
Ranma didn't even flinch as the giant column of green ki blew
out the entire ceiling and hovered in the night sky, lighting it up as
if it was daytime.
"Sen Ryu Ken!" he cried as he sent an uppercut into the air,
sending a giant column of a fiery red blast slamming into the hovering
Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan. As the two blasts collided, a strong gust of
wind was sent through the room, almost blowing the two combatants off
their feet.
Ryoga gaped in shock as Ranma so effortlessly neutralized his
Perfect Shi Shi Hokodan. After twenty years of training, it was
perhaps over ten times stronger than when he used it on Ranma the
first time, yet it was neutralized with barely any effort.
Deciding to abandon the ki blast approach, Ryoga once again
rushed towards Ranma, his right hand extended in a straight punch.
Ranma intercepted the punch with finger, much like how
Happosai once stopped Ranma's punches with his pipe. As he noticed
Ranma's finger glowing, Ryoga tried to quickly retract his fist.
It was too late. A burning sensation started from the point
where the third section of his middle finger contacted Ranma's index
finger, and quickly traveled through the entire arm. Ryoga screamed
in pain as the ki blast penetrated his arm without resistance, burning
away and destroying every tendon in his right arm.
With his right arm now out of action and hanging limply by his
side, Ryoga tried to attack with his left arm, spinning on the balls
of his feet to deliver a hook.
The attack was unsuccessful as Ranma stopped its motion with
the soft flesh of his palms. Before Ryoga had a chance to pull his
fist back, Ranma snapped his fist into a knife hand, glowing with a
fiery red. Instead of using a standard knife chop, he thrusted the
knife hand horizontally at Ryoga's fist.
The blazing hot ki that surrounded Ranma's knife hand parted
Ryoga's arm like knife through butter, splitting the length of Ryoga's
arm into two halves as blood gushed out from the gaping wound like a
river.
Ryoga screamed and started to fall to the ground, but not
before sending a roundhouse kick at Ranma's temple. Ranma simply
tilted his head to the right, and blocked the kick with his left hand,
then grabbed Ryoga's ankle. Flaring his ki again at the fist, he
squeezed down hard on Ryoga's ankle. A loud, sickening crunch
signaled the crushing of every bone in Ryoga's right ankle.
Ryoga, half unconscious from the intense pain of both his arms
and his leg, was unable to react as Ranma covered his face with his
palm.
"I guess I should say something for finally getting my revenge
on you," Ryoga heard Ranma's voice as his own eyes were blinded by a
bright red. "Like the line in the video game that I played once..."
Ranma launched his ki-blast point blank in Ryoga's face as
Ryoga's head exploded with a wet "splush"-like sound, covering Ranma's
hand and clothing in assorted bits of flesh and grey matter.
"Fatality."
Ranma smiled contentedly as he turned his head towards the
sky, his clothes turning a dull brown as the thick layers of blood
began to dry with the blowing wind.
"It took twenty years, but I've finally had my revenge..."
A laughter escaped from his lips, one bordering on derangement
and hysteria.
"Bwahahaha BWAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
Somewhere in the horizon, thunder rumbled.