He was running after her, screaming her name, pleading with her to stop,
begging her to listen to him. Suddenly she turned at a corner; he ran after
her, years of experience telling him what would happen. She'd disappeared,
she was gone, evaporated into thin air. He screamed her name and beat his
fists into the ground
"Akane!! AKANE, NO!! I LOVE you, I'm sorry I never said it, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!! COME BACK!!".
Ranma woke up sweating and gasping with tears in his eyes. He was used to the mix of pain, and longing, and the fear of loss that came with this particular dream, but the familiarity of the dream did nothing to ease the awful emptiness filling his whole body.
Pushing aside the midnight blue silk sheets, he sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed, knowing he'd get no more sleep that night. He looked at the digital clock's glowing numbers: 3:30 am. Groaning he stood up. In the 8 years and 3 months since he'd been 17 Ranma Saotome had grown up.
His shoulders were broader, he'd grown taller, and the muscles layered on his bones seemed to be made of steel cables. They weren't pronounced, and obvious like a body builder; rather, they were well-toned. Not distinctive and gross-looking, simply THERE and perfect, to any woman you asked. His hair was still jet-black and shiny, dressed in it's customary pig-tail, perfecting his image.
He'd spent the day looking at sites that had been hit by the "Blue Lion." He sighed and decided he should just do some more work, as he had nothing better to do.
Walking stiffly he grabbed the 4 tapes on the table next to the heavy oak doors, pushed said doors open, and walked outside. He pushed the doors shut and listened to the automatic bleep that signaled the door had been electronically relocked. Then he strode down the dark corridor and opened one of the 3 doors at the end. After a second the automatic lights blinked to life, and a large gym was revealed.
Ranma put the tapes down, and then leapt onto some bars, turning and leaping and spinning, never missing a beat or a bar, never staying still, and never showing the pain he felt inside. After 20 minutes, and several complicated katas, he picked up the tapes he'd put down, and walked to the end of the gym. There he pushed open a door into what looked like a v.i.p lounge. He pushed one of the tapes into the vcr built into the wall, along with an extensive entertainment system. He sat back on one of the couches and watched the movie intently, with rapt attention. After all, what better wake up is there than 20 minutes of intensive martial arts training, and the rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins after remembering the one you loved, and lost...
Ranma watched all 4 tapes. And then he watched them again, and by the third time he knew for sure. None of the tapes were real. Oh the Chief hadn't tried to trick him, he was too stupid to be able to, and too smart to try. The Chief and his department hadn't even realized it. The tapes had been wired into the camera system. They'd been taped BEFORE the actual robbery, and then wired into the system, afterwards so that while the actual robbery was taking place the guards just saw what the cameras normally saw. Then, after the fact, they saw these tapes, and thinking that the robbery was taking place, rushed down to collect whatever valuable it was they were paid to protect, only to find and empty safe, or vault, and no sign of the robber.
" Brilliant." Ranma whispered to himself. These thieves weren't only amazingly clever but supremely cheeky. If the police had looked closer they'd have noticed that there were small, but obvious and distinctive differences in the tapes and in real life. For example: one of the tapes showed a bank robbery. The bank in the tape was an exact replica of the real one, except for one tiny, yet big difference. The floor pattern, while exactly the same, was switched. It was the exact opposite of the one in the real bank. And as he re-watched the tapes he noticed more differences: the safe door opened from the wrong side, the walls, instead of being sky blue, were a lighter, baby blue, and on the last one, the busts of various important historical figures were facing the wrong way.
Ranma chuckled wryly and without humor.
*Well, at least the guy's got a sense of humor. And now I know that he's used his money to buy himself a big house* he thought. He took the tapes out and walked back to his room, typing in the code on the entrance pad. The doors bleeped and Ranma walked in. He strode over to a large dresser and put the tapes away, and pulled out a photo album.
He spent the rest of the night looking at the photo album, contemplating the fate of the fiery, young, woman in the pictures, asking himself where it had all gone wrong, and failing to come up with a good answer.
*Yes! The last donut! Come to papa baby-* the unfortunate, overweight, cop thoughts were cut of and he looked next to him in fury, looking for the owner of the hand that had snatched the donut from under his..only to see a red-headed girl inhale it at a super-human speed.
"You should be careful chief. I won't always be here to save you from those, evil, fatty, sugar-laden donuts." She continued, cheekily licking her fingers.
"YOU-you!!" He spluttered.
"Well, with that attitude I'm not sure I'll even bother helping you next time!" She said in a hurt tone. The Chief, by this time was turning red in his rage.
"You know, that tomato red is a very unattractive color on you. And if you don't stop baring your teeth at me, I won't tell you what I found out."
" You didn't find anything!" he barked.
" Now why would you say such a thing" "Miss Yamamoto" replied pleasantly,
"We had teams of specialists look at those movies. MUCH more qualified than YOU. There is NOTHING you could've found that they haven't.' he responded, still infuriated about the donut.
"No? I guess you right. So you already know where the Blue Lion lives then? Ok I won't bother telling you information you already know.." Ranma- chan said walking out of the kitchen, flipping her hair impertinently behind her.
"WHAT?!" the chief yelled, his cheeks shaking, and the rest of him too, as he ran (well.sort of ran) to catch up with his would-be-informant,.
"O! you mean.you DON'T know? WOW! I thought your specialist team would've already told you this for sure!! O gosh! This means.you actually NEED something from me doesn't it?.." She trailed off, acting like the bubbly, preppy-girl her cursed body looked like. The chief looked ready to explode.
"You are being paid and you are OBLIGATED to tell me what you know, RIGHT NOW!! I WILL call your boss!!"
Ranma sighed and looked bored.
"You do that. Me? I'm gonna go find some criminals who need apprehending." With that she walked away and out of the station and continued down the street and then hopped onto a roof. Suddenly, her senses tingling, she spun around and caught the dart aimed at her neck. She unwrapped the note to it and unfolded it.
"Gotcha" She whispered, reading aloud. And then she leapt and twisted and jumped to avoid the storm of darts thrown at her from many directions. She landed on one knee and a foot and crouched down, seeking her attackers' chi.
"Urk" she grunted as she keeled over. From her limited vision on the ground she saw several pair of feet approach her. One of the feet ducked down, and Ranma saw a face, obviously female, with amber eyes, and a mask of a black lion covering her face.
"Ranma Saotome. Apparently rumors of your ability have been greatly exaggerated." She said putting one hand on Ranma's chest and using it as leverage to pull the dart from her throat.
"Did you actually think we'd miss on accident? Heh. Pathetic." The black-lion masked lady continued as she stood up, put the dart in a pouch at her hip and rolled Ranma over with a foot, so that she could see all her attackers. There were 5, all dressed in black with long ponytails, dark hair, and black-lion faced masks, showing the mouth and eyes. Around their eyes, there was black make-up, so it looked like their eyes were actually part of the mask.
"joo gr u?" Ranma said in attempt to speak.
"hm,hm,hm" the woman laughed, tight-lipped.
"We should kill you now, you know." She said, speaking softly but angrily. Her words were drawn out and spoken with deliberation. " You deserve it. But one thing the lion has taught us is to always be honorable. So we leave you, intact, and with your life, pathetic and disgusting as it is." At this point the woman crouched down again and lifted Ranma's head by her collar.
"Listen closely to my warning. Leave the Blue Lion alone. Go home, you pathetic, imposter-wench. Go back home to your mother, and stay out of our way. Next time I see you, I won't be so lenient, and you'd be fully mobile, so I wouldn't hesitate to kill you, or at least beat you until you wished you were dead. Make sure.we don't meet again." She whispered the and then shoved her back to the ground. She turned around and began to roof-hop away, the other "lionesses" following her. And even though she couldn't move , she could still see. And what Ranma saw, blew the lionesses words right out of his/her mind.
They were using Anything-goes martial arts.
Authors Notes: Thank everybody who reviewed me SO much, I REALLY appreciate it. If you have any questions go ahead and ask. Also can someone help me with my paragraphs? Sometimes, they just get completely taken out, and I'm left with this really huge, one paragraph thing. Does anyone know WHY or how to fix it? Thanks. My sn is ReB197666, and im always on (pretty much) so pleez feel free to write to me.
"Akane!! AKANE, NO!! I LOVE you, I'm sorry I never said it, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!! COME BACK!!".
Ranma woke up sweating and gasping with tears in his eyes. He was used to the mix of pain, and longing, and the fear of loss that came with this particular dream, but the familiarity of the dream did nothing to ease the awful emptiness filling his whole body.
Pushing aside the midnight blue silk sheets, he sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed, knowing he'd get no more sleep that night. He looked at the digital clock's glowing numbers: 3:30 am. Groaning he stood up. In the 8 years and 3 months since he'd been 17 Ranma Saotome had grown up.
His shoulders were broader, he'd grown taller, and the muscles layered on his bones seemed to be made of steel cables. They weren't pronounced, and obvious like a body builder; rather, they were well-toned. Not distinctive and gross-looking, simply THERE and perfect, to any woman you asked. His hair was still jet-black and shiny, dressed in it's customary pig-tail, perfecting his image.
He'd spent the day looking at sites that had been hit by the "Blue Lion." He sighed and decided he should just do some more work, as he had nothing better to do.
Walking stiffly he grabbed the 4 tapes on the table next to the heavy oak doors, pushed said doors open, and walked outside. He pushed the doors shut and listened to the automatic bleep that signaled the door had been electronically relocked. Then he strode down the dark corridor and opened one of the 3 doors at the end. After a second the automatic lights blinked to life, and a large gym was revealed.
Ranma put the tapes down, and then leapt onto some bars, turning and leaping and spinning, never missing a beat or a bar, never staying still, and never showing the pain he felt inside. After 20 minutes, and several complicated katas, he picked up the tapes he'd put down, and walked to the end of the gym. There he pushed open a door into what looked like a v.i.p lounge. He pushed one of the tapes into the vcr built into the wall, along with an extensive entertainment system. He sat back on one of the couches and watched the movie intently, with rapt attention. After all, what better wake up is there than 20 minutes of intensive martial arts training, and the rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins after remembering the one you loved, and lost...
Ranma watched all 4 tapes. And then he watched them again, and by the third time he knew for sure. None of the tapes were real. Oh the Chief hadn't tried to trick him, he was too stupid to be able to, and too smart to try. The Chief and his department hadn't even realized it. The tapes had been wired into the camera system. They'd been taped BEFORE the actual robbery, and then wired into the system, afterwards so that while the actual robbery was taking place the guards just saw what the cameras normally saw. Then, after the fact, they saw these tapes, and thinking that the robbery was taking place, rushed down to collect whatever valuable it was they were paid to protect, only to find and empty safe, or vault, and no sign of the robber.
" Brilliant." Ranma whispered to himself. These thieves weren't only amazingly clever but supremely cheeky. If the police had looked closer they'd have noticed that there were small, but obvious and distinctive differences in the tapes and in real life. For example: one of the tapes showed a bank robbery. The bank in the tape was an exact replica of the real one, except for one tiny, yet big difference. The floor pattern, while exactly the same, was switched. It was the exact opposite of the one in the real bank. And as he re-watched the tapes he noticed more differences: the safe door opened from the wrong side, the walls, instead of being sky blue, were a lighter, baby blue, and on the last one, the busts of various important historical figures were facing the wrong way.
Ranma chuckled wryly and without humor.
*Well, at least the guy's got a sense of humor. And now I know that he's used his money to buy himself a big house* he thought. He took the tapes out and walked back to his room, typing in the code on the entrance pad. The doors bleeped and Ranma walked in. He strode over to a large dresser and put the tapes away, and pulled out a photo album.
He spent the rest of the night looking at the photo album, contemplating the fate of the fiery, young, woman in the pictures, asking himself where it had all gone wrong, and failing to come up with a good answer.
*Yes! The last donut! Come to papa baby-* the unfortunate, overweight, cop thoughts were cut of and he looked next to him in fury, looking for the owner of the hand that had snatched the donut from under his..only to see a red-headed girl inhale it at a super-human speed.
"You should be careful chief. I won't always be here to save you from those, evil, fatty, sugar-laden donuts." She continued, cheekily licking her fingers.
"YOU-you!!" He spluttered.
"Well, with that attitude I'm not sure I'll even bother helping you next time!" She said in a hurt tone. The Chief, by this time was turning red in his rage.
"You know, that tomato red is a very unattractive color on you. And if you don't stop baring your teeth at me, I won't tell you what I found out."
" You didn't find anything!" he barked.
" Now why would you say such a thing" "Miss Yamamoto" replied pleasantly,
"We had teams of specialists look at those movies. MUCH more qualified than YOU. There is NOTHING you could've found that they haven't.' he responded, still infuriated about the donut.
"No? I guess you right. So you already know where the Blue Lion lives then? Ok I won't bother telling you information you already know.." Ranma- chan said walking out of the kitchen, flipping her hair impertinently behind her.
"WHAT?!" the chief yelled, his cheeks shaking, and the rest of him too, as he ran (well.sort of ran) to catch up with his would-be-informant,.
"O! you mean.you DON'T know? WOW! I thought your specialist team would've already told you this for sure!! O gosh! This means.you actually NEED something from me doesn't it?.." She trailed off, acting like the bubbly, preppy-girl her cursed body looked like. The chief looked ready to explode.
"You are being paid and you are OBLIGATED to tell me what you know, RIGHT NOW!! I WILL call your boss!!"
Ranma sighed and looked bored.
"You do that. Me? I'm gonna go find some criminals who need apprehending." With that she walked away and out of the station and continued down the street and then hopped onto a roof. Suddenly, her senses tingling, she spun around and caught the dart aimed at her neck. She unwrapped the note to it and unfolded it.
"Gotcha" She whispered, reading aloud. And then she leapt and twisted and jumped to avoid the storm of darts thrown at her from many directions. She landed on one knee and a foot and crouched down, seeking her attackers' chi.
"Urk" she grunted as she keeled over. From her limited vision on the ground she saw several pair of feet approach her. One of the feet ducked down, and Ranma saw a face, obviously female, with amber eyes, and a mask of a black lion covering her face.
"Ranma Saotome. Apparently rumors of your ability have been greatly exaggerated." She said putting one hand on Ranma's chest and using it as leverage to pull the dart from her throat.
"Did you actually think we'd miss on accident? Heh. Pathetic." The black-lion masked lady continued as she stood up, put the dart in a pouch at her hip and rolled Ranma over with a foot, so that she could see all her attackers. There were 5, all dressed in black with long ponytails, dark hair, and black-lion faced masks, showing the mouth and eyes. Around their eyes, there was black make-up, so it looked like their eyes were actually part of the mask.
"joo gr u?" Ranma said in attempt to speak.
"hm,hm,hm" the woman laughed, tight-lipped.
"We should kill you now, you know." She said, speaking softly but angrily. Her words were drawn out and spoken with deliberation. " You deserve it. But one thing the lion has taught us is to always be honorable. So we leave you, intact, and with your life, pathetic and disgusting as it is." At this point the woman crouched down again and lifted Ranma's head by her collar.
"Listen closely to my warning. Leave the Blue Lion alone. Go home, you pathetic, imposter-wench. Go back home to your mother, and stay out of our way. Next time I see you, I won't be so lenient, and you'd be fully mobile, so I wouldn't hesitate to kill you, or at least beat you until you wished you were dead. Make sure.we don't meet again." She whispered the and then shoved her back to the ground. She turned around and began to roof-hop away, the other "lionesses" following her. And even though she couldn't move , she could still see. And what Ranma saw, blew the lionesses words right out of his/her mind.
They were using Anything-goes martial arts.
Authors Notes: Thank everybody who reviewed me SO much, I REALLY appreciate it. If you have any questions go ahead and ask. Also can someone help me with my paragraphs? Sometimes, they just get completely taken out, and I'm left with this really huge, one paragraph thing. Does anyone know WHY or how to fix it? Thanks. My sn is ReB197666, and im always on (pretty much) so pleez feel free to write to me.