Anywho, I am almost done rewriting this bad boy… by almost I mean half way. Well, actually I am now on the lesser half of the half so I still have more than a majority to go.
Oy.
Never mind.
Chapter 5
Revelations
The night winds whipped through the atmosphere with the ferocity of a monster. The liquid ebony sky was blanketed with thick black gargantuan clouds.
Lightning danced across the sky to periodically touch the ground with a vicious kiss, sending sparks ricocheting high into the air.
Trashcans rolled around the streets and stray animals huddled together under dumpsters, not fully comprehending why water was falling so heavily from the skies but hating it just the same.
Nerima breathed.
The entire town was alive and anyone attuned with nature could feel her shuddering throughout the desperate night.
A young man laughed against nature's attempts to frighten him.
His crazy brown eyes danced around the sky from the roof of his practice, his life. His wiry form was soaked, drenched, and totally uncaring.
Brown hair dripped onto his bare chest while his hands held his glasses protectively inside their union.
The man was lonely.
The entire town knew the stories of his tragic love and his failed attempts to woo his childhood sweetheart.
The gossip he had heard spread about them while people thought he was not listening felt like knives in his back. Even his own patients whispered in his own clinic.
He closed his eyes against the cold rain and recalled the stories that had driven him, if only the slightest bit, mad.
"She's too poor to leave her family- so she stays to help them survive," said one younger gossip whore to another.
"Wasn't she a prostitute? Sayuka told Mizuki that her brother's father in law has a deed to her," responded the older gossip whore.
"I heard that she has to take anti-depressants to keep her sane in that house. You know, I also heard that her sister Akane is a whore in Tokhito. If I recall what Mizuki told me correctly, it is all Kasumi's fault."
The good doctor had to bite back his sobs at his own patients treachery.
Even as the lightening shot across the sky and the thunder rumbled the buildings below… he could only think of her… of his precious love denied to him.
Finally rising and slipping his glasses back on his face, Tofu hopped down from his roof and walked inside. Before shutting the door, his eyes darted to the general direction of the Tendo Dojo.
The storm raged on.
It was bright and early when Ranma Saotome readied himself in the backyard for his father's attack. Ranma cracked his knuckles in anticipation. He had had a bad day and was itching to relieve some stress.
First, Akane walked in on him in the bath and Ranma hadn't seen her since.
He leaned with his father's right hook to avoid having his nose broken and used the leftover momentum to roll backwards and sling his dad across the yard. Genma caught and righted himself, preparing again to take down his own son.
Then, Nabiki strolled in to his room and poured cold water on him. She demanded that he tell Akane the secret about his curse. He sure as hell wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
Ranma flipped in a graceful arch towardsGenma andlanded on his face with his right foot. "What is this all about old man? What's the sudden urge to fight me?"
Ranma was not paying attention today and it was about to catch up to him. With surprising speed Genma grabbed Ranma's leg and flipped him over so that he was dangling eye to eye with his son.
He had to squash the desire to laugh at how awquard Ranma's black pigtail looked upside down.
"Ranma, you are to attend Furinkan High tomorrow and I don't want to hear squat about it," and then the father took advantage of the son's momentary shock. Genma slammed Ranma down with spine cracking strength. "You should pay more attention, boy."
Ranma had always been a little dense. "You got me pretty good pops. I was caught off guard. That whole school bit was a good distraction."
The father stood in wait for the son's retribution. "It wasn't a distraction boy. You are going to take over my school one day and you need a diploma to run the dojo."
"Screw that, old man!" The two martial artists blurred into a mixture of Ranma's red shirt and Genma's white gi.
From the back porch Nabiki had serious trouble keeping up with the happenings of the fight. This eased her aggravation that the boy was staying.
If he was too good to for her to see, that meant that she could make some serious cash making wagers on him at school. Ever since Akane quit Furinkan, the money pool had hit a drought.
Nabiki watched them for as long as she could but found herself growing bored. It looked like Ranma was only patronizing the old man anyway. If it were her money on the line, she would easily put all her chips on the son.
Her heel clicked against the wooden porch as she gathered her bookbag and headed towards towards her room and her favorite "stupid bastard" calculator.
"Hey Akane, how is it going? Oh, I have been meaning to ask you,did you know that I can grow bigger tits than you with cold water? Neat huh?" Ranma stood in front of the bathroom mirror, practicing the speech to let Akane in on his biggest shame.
"Arg! That will never work. This is stupid, I should just show her." He slammed his head against the sink in his frustration.
That's when Ranma heard the low rumble of Akane's motorcycle warming up.
It was a good thing that it was not raining at the moment because Ranma didn't check as he shot out of his window towards the place where her yellow motorcycle was parked.
The sky was dark with promised rain so Ranma had to wait for his eyes to adjust. He found the motorcycle easy enough; its one headlight illuminated a good chunk of the side yard.
He was surprised to see the bike unattended. 'Akane must be in the dojo.'
Ranmawalked through the doors of the training hall, not sure of what he was going to say when he found her. Of course, what he found when he got there left him at more of a loss then before.
There was Akane standing in the middle of the room facing away from him. As her head whipped in his direction he felt something lurch in the bottom of his abdomen.
Thick chunks of rowdy blue hair whirled around her body and bounced off the small of her back as her brown eyes locked into place on him.
She was wearing denim shorts that barely covered the curve of her hips, much less her butt. The shirt she was wearing looked like an old white tank top that had the bottom half removed with a dull knife. The white strings hung low across her tan toned stomach.
He was sure blood was spurting out of his nose.
"What do you want Ranma? I got places to be." He watched her, quietly, as shemoved towards him. The way her hips rocked sideways when she walked was doing things to Ranma's imagination he would rather not talk about.
He clearly had no idea of what to say.
So he did what he always did when that happened. He played with his pigtail and pretended to be an unflinching asshole, "Whatcha wearing? Where are you going dressed like such a tramp?"
He kicked himself soon after.
Akane made a strange sound with her tongue before an equally bitchy remark tinged the air with its presence. "None of your goddamn business, jackass."
She walked by him and slammed her shoulder into his arm, making it look like an accident. She sat down on the porch right outside of the dojo with a sigh.
Ranma plopped down next to her. It had started to rain so he made sure to be a safe distance from the edge of the dojo roof. Now wasn't the time to explain anything about his curse.
It took a second of silence, but Akane turned to lookat him with these eyes that he had never seen before. They were filled with regret. She cocked her head as if to say something to him but apparently thought better of it and turned away.
Ranma was sure she didn't really want to go where she was about to.
But that didn't stop her from lacingcomplicated black boots all the way to her knees.
She stood and the rain caught her as she walked to her bike. The water and the wind swept her long blue hair around her body.
Ranma was trapped as the rainserved as prison bars to keep him from her.
The motorcycle rocked with her added weight, she looked like she didn't even notice the rain. As the water drenched the girl, he could only watch as her clothing tightened around her, leaving little of her unexposed.
Her long wet hair, in lovely chunks, was pulled away from her face as she said one final thing to him, before her bike rumbled and hauled off to god knows where.
"I'm going to work, Ranma. See you later." Then with speed that bordered dangerous, Akanedrove off the compound.
The redhead stood in the rain until both the bike and the noise it made disappeared.
In a completely different environment from the naïve Ranma, there exists a place rarely mentioned out in the open. Bright colored lights and promises of sex and satisfaction rule this city.
The name of this place is Tokhito.
It exists twenty miles outside of Nerima and literally hundreds of thousands of people flock there to experience the skin and flesh of some of the best girls in the industry.
A book could be written on the differences between Nerima and her sister city, Tokhito.
Once inside of this realm it takes nothing but gas and a car to leave. However, anyone that makes the mistake of working there will findthemselves becoming part of it, an essential vital organ to the cancer of the city.
Just like everyone else, the promise of quick and easy money lured Spitfire here.
Spitfire's beauty and ability define the reason why the Kitty Kat Klub is such an essential landmark in the damned city. She is one of the largest attractions in the Red Light District.
None of her customers are ever to find her real name or her address. If that information were to fall into the wrong hands, her popularity could get her family killed, or at least put into harm's way.
Tokhito is the best place for her occupation and her occupation makes the best money for her. But the entire convenienceof it makes her nauseous.
Looking in the mirror, she could see the way Ranma had been looking at her earlier.
No.
She applied her makeup flawlessly and fixed her hair in a sexy high bun. She left part of it down in messy waves; she knew how much the Asian girl lovers liked that.
No. No. No. No. No.
She blocked out any thoughts of the pigtailed boy. His memories had no place here in this place.
She practiced the wicked smile she used on the crowd in the mirror.
Sometimes she wished it wasn't so easy for her to slip into her alternate persona, Spitfire.
Sometimes she wished she never slipped back into Akane.
As she heard the DJ call her name Akane could only rationalize that she was losing her mind. The stupid boy that was staying at her home could only complicate matters worse for her and her family.
It would do no good for him to make her ashamed all over again at something she knew she had to do.
She had to stop this schoolboy crush he had on her. It was all just lust after all, and if anyone knew anything about that vocabulary word… it was Spitfire.
She took to the stage and listened as the massive crowd whistled for her and only her.
Ranma woke from his sleep when he heard the motorcycle return to the compound.
It was raining hard outside and she still drove that dangerous thing like hell on wheels.
He rolled over and listened to her try and sneak upstairs to not wake anyone.
Silly girl, even if she was truly quiet, he could still hear the dripping water land on the wooden floor.
He followed her with his ears as she went into Nabiki's room for a second and then went back to her room.
It was quiet after that, but Ranma still had trouble sleeping.
He had school in the morning and there was no way out of it. He decided that he would go along with it, if only to please Nabiki. It seemed as if she really wanted him to go.
Ranma yawned and stretched against his blanket. Hearing a noise he quickly dived back under the covers, in an attempt to feign sleep.
The door to his and his father's room cracked open and light spilled in from the hallway.
He heard Akane sigh as she leaned against the doorway.
"What am I going to do with you, Saotome?"
Before he could think the door closed behind her.
He fell asleep, if only by accident, shortly after that.
He had bad dreams for the rest of the night.
Chapter 5
Complete
There you go - Lady Mo.