Better Role Models ch.2

2015 A.D Tokyo-2

            Outside it was raining and chilly. It was dark and deserted a simple street with several stores. Everything was almost pitch black the rain coming down hard. Skimming the shops you would notice that one of the glass showcases was broken. An alarm and the flashing of a cop car's light parked right in front of the Jewelry Store. A man stepped out and pointed his gun into the alley.

"FREEZE!" Ranma Saotome yelled pointing a gun at the shadows. He was now working as a cop. He then ran into the shadows. He was now chasing down a robber of a local jewelry store.

            "FREEZE YOUR UNDER ARREST!" Ranma ran after the soft tapping of footsteps. Then it was visible. A tall man dressed completely in black with a bag around his back. He also wore a black poncho. Perfect attire for something like this.

            This figure ran and he ran fast Ranma right behind him. He jumped and landed on a rooftop. He was agile Ranma only knew of himself left to be able to jump this high and fast other then his roommates. He was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Ranma heard laughing like he was getting away. Ranma holstered his gun. He took a running start and jumped. He was closing in and the robber was freaking out. Ranma then tackled the criminal in mid air. This black figure turned around and started a fight in the air. It was obvious he had no weapons. Ranma swung around the opponent and got out his handcuffs. He ripped off the bag of jewelry and grabbed the man's hands. Securing the cuffs he realized that they were falling from a fucking huge office building. He made sure the cuffs were on tight very tight and grabbed the robber and the bag. He saw the light of his patrol car and pushed off the glass of the building.

            Damn is this going to hurt? Ranma though descending onto a lower building. He knocked out the other person to stop him from squirming. He was now falling headfirst. He turned around and landed on his legs.

            "FUCK THAT HURTS!" Ranma screamed. He knew his body had taken beatings before but now was when he put it more at risk. He made it down to his patrol car and radioed in about the robbery and evidence. Also that his legs hurt like a bitch. He received a laugh from the other end. It was a hell of a day. He drove off to the station.

                                                T.N. Software Headquarters Tokyo-2

            Kintaro looked outside. It was shit he was programming a new easy teach programming guide. Sure T.N software was head of software productions because it went all out when Second Impact came around. He found out about the job but he only worked part time. Still because Kintaro was the luckiest man alive. Madame president who was still madly in love with him. Always gave him bonuses and vacation. Really he liked walking around the office writing in his journal. He was on his 3rd volume of his journals. Still he liked studying life. He still took lots of notes and spent time outside taking other part time jobs. Still he was grounded at Tokyo-2. He was one of the best programmers and software management employees for the company.

            Shinji is probably still at school. Kintaro looked at his watch it read 2:10 pm. He was subconsciously still programming with one hand while looking out the window at the gloomy day.

            At least he still has my bike. I don't like it that I had to buy the car. Damn Ranma. Kintaro had become less hysterical and more subdued unless he got drunk. He still acted like a fool but not as much. More or less taking care of a kid would do that to you. Still he and Ranma would go out tonight get drunk get sex out of their system then get dragged back home by Shinji the next day. Hey Shinji understood about being male. Even though after sex with women he never got into a relationship. Neither Ranma. It was just something to get out of their systems.

            The keyboard was going to break. While Kintaro was pondering this he was still typing at an incredibly fast rate. Then it snapped he heard a crunch and turned to look at his keyboard shattered into different pieces. He frowned then pressed a button on his phone.

            "Um its me Kintaro again calling supplies."

            "O Kintaro you broke another one didn't you ok we will get you another old on a minute." A young woman's voice finished.

            Kintaro sat back in his leather chair and took out his notebook.

The Apartment 4:00 pm

            Ranma walked in and took off his police hat. Now Ranma had grown over 10 years and now he was 29. He had a much leaner face handsome and clean-shaven. He still had his ponytail kind of thing. He had grown taller and more defined. He looked the same except he was like a knock out.

            "Damn my legs still hurt." Ranma rubbed his legs. He put his keys down on the table and walked down to the living room. He put his gun and badge in their rightful place. Now the house was spacious but now they had filled it up over the last couple years. Now 3 leather sofas were in front of a big screen TV. Also a huge sound system surrounds the sofas. All that extra money Kintaro got had a good use. Everyone had their own bathroom in their room and computer. The kitchen was pretty big. Enough to cook enough food to feed Ranma that is also Ranma had made a training room it was in front of the windows so you could see the sun in the morning while practicing.  A fireplace in the living room. Also everyone's room was filled with stuff. Ranma was a slob so everything was everywhere. While luckily Kintaro had taught Shinji to be clean so his was organized. There was a study where Kintaro spent ΒΌ of the day working. Also in the garage there were parking spots for the designated people of the household. Kintaro Oe. Ranma Saotome. Parked in Ranma's spot was a red motorcycle. It had no dents or scratches. Light bounced off the case. It was meant for speed so the driver had to lean forward to drive. Shinji's room well I will explain that later. Now back to the story.

            Ranma fell on his sofa out of the three. He turned on the TV and watched the news report. Yep there was a story about the apprehension of the thief Ranma stopped. He was on the news a lot. Mostly because most of the police were on their Asses. Everyone had gone into the army. He then heard the click of another set of keys.

            "Hey Ranma turn it down." Kintaro walked into the apartment. He looked the same not changed. He had longer hair just by like an inch. He wore it in a pony tail like usual. Kintaro Oe at the peak of physical and mental health still.

            Kintaro walked over to the message machine. He read the number 34 messages. He hated how he had to wait through all messages to see which ones were important.

            "Hey were is Shinji?" Kintaro asked obviously since he was the oldest out of the three he had to be responsible. Still he was looking forward to getting hammered tonight.

            "Call his cell phone ok. Get him home we are going to go drinking soon so tell him." Ranma responded not moving it hurt too much. He thought he heard cracking when he walked. People were surprised that he lived much less could walk out the door.

            Kintaro picked up the phone and dialed.

Please give me Input for God's sake. Remember as long as people give me information of what they want they will have a good chance of getting it. Also I am still creating an idea of Shinji so feel free to read away and mail me. I will probably get my ideas straight soon so I can make a constant flow of chapters. Also if anyone wants to read my other fanfic Merging of Souls and Swords well I am having writers block on that. So input and thank you for reading my fanfiction.