Incident in a Locker-room
By Smith
'Blah': Thoughts
"Blah": Speech
---Blah---: Setting
Disclaimer: Ranma isn't mine, and the poem that this story was based on is called 'Incident in a Rose Garden' by Donald Justice. And the last few lines of the story are almost exactly the same as they are in the poem.
Summary: You already read it but here it goes anyways. Death comes to Nerima in the form of a girl. His target? Ranma Saotome. Oneshot. Not necessarily an OC because I don't own the idea of the Grim Reaper. Adapted from Donald Justice's poem.
It was late at night and Happosai was running. Nothing different there. But tonight: tonight he was running in fear. What had happened still hadn't registered in his mind. It was a more of an instinctual fear. Something happened, and something else told him to run. He was almost to the dojo. There he could gather his things and leave. As he neared the building he recounted what had happened that day.
---Earlier this morning---
Happosai was strolling through the streets of Nerima while 'liberating' the silky darlings he saw along the way. His destination you ask? Why, it was none other than Nerima's own Furinkan High School. The girls' locker-room to be precise.
'Ooh, there's a good one!' thought Happosai as he leapt up to release another 'innocent' from the clutches of evil (he took them off a clothesline).
"Hey! What are you doing?" exclaimed the owner of said 'innocent' as she leaned out of her apartment window to yell at the old man "That's mine! Give it back!"
Needless to say, she was definitely surprised when the old letch came back and none-too-gently fondled her breasts.
"Eeeek!" she screamed, which must have been some form of summoning because suddenly, Happosai was surrounded by frenzied, self-righteous women who had, at one time or another, been a victim of his lewd acts. Deciding that he was not in the safest of places one could be in right now, he would have to make a hasty exit.
But not before first liberating all the 'silky darlings' in the room.
"That was a close one wasn't it my pretties." smirked Happosai as he spoke to his newly acquired treasures. "We must be getting a little rusty."
He suddenly had a huge grin on his face as he approached the high school. "But that problem will soon be remedied won't it my little ones."
"Class, we have a new student today." said a nondescript teacher to one of the other nondescript students in another class that wasn't Ranma's, Akane's, Nabiki's, or anyone else's classrooms who was important to the main story. "Her name is…" the teacher trailed off as he looked to the new student.
In front of the seats, a tall, thin, bespectacled teenage girl who wasn't wearing the usual uniform for the school but, rather, a dark colored sweater and a black skirt that went down just below her knees. She also wore gloves and a black hat, reminiscent to that of a witch.
"Unimportant." Answered the girl "And I won't be here long enough for you to need it anyways."
The teacher, who was unnerved -to say the least- spaced out for a moment until clearing his throat and continuing. "And she is from…" he trailed off again, not knowing anything about this new girl.
"A place where all people and their families will someday be reunited." She spoke cryptically yet strangely clear, if that's even possible. As the student and teacher met each others eyes the teacher froze.
The teacher developed a clouded look on his face and he stood there until the students left for the next class.
The next class was Physical Education.
"But Kasumi! I feel fine, really!" Whined Ranma.
"No 'buts' Ranma, you're just getting over a cold and I'm not about to let you get bad again by ending up soaked today." Kasumi said, her voice not straying from her cheery tone once.
"Yeah Ranma, unless you want to go to school as a girl today." Said Nabiki, who had decided that since her cash cow was home sick, there was no reason to go to school.
Ranma pulled a wry face and shook his head, then quickly ran back upstairs and jumped into bed.
He was looking for his target. He had been there several hours and had seen no sign of him or any other possible leads. A specific order had been given to him. His superior had seen all the problems in this troubled world and had decided to relieve the innocents of their problems. His specialty was gathering all the souls of those whose time it was to leave this world. He -currently she-was the Grim Reaper.
Earlier reports of his target had shown that it was females who were usually seen in his targets company. Some as victims, but most were otherwise. Therefore, it was necessary for him to undergo this mission as a human female.
It was nothing new to him. He had done his missions in forms of many different species and genders before.
As the reaper entered the girls' locker-room, she had seen something dart past her in the corner of her eye. She was somewhat elated that she had encountered a person who would lead her to her target. But then, there was a commotion further in the room.
"Eek!"
"Pervert!"
"Get him!"
As the small figure approached her, she grabbed him by the hand and took him from the uproar of angered females.
The old man wasso happy that someone had shared his views on girls' underwear he almost soiled himself. Turning to see who had rescued himself, he really did soil himself.
"W-w-what to do y-you want with me?" Happosai said, slowly backing away from the girl as he spoke.
"I came for–" the girl began
"No! It's not my time to go yet! The old man yelled as he ran away.
---Back to present---
As Happosai dashed into the house, all the people in the main room were startled. Ranma was very confused as to why, as Happosai rushed back and forth, going into various rooms and coming back.
"Yo! Happosai ya old letch! Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"Ranma! I have to leave town right away!"
Ranma, unfazed by what the perverted old man just said, just looked at him, almost unbelievingly.
"Really! That's gre- wait a second, why are you leaving?"
"Death!" the old man said "Death is on my trail!" the old man now had a slightly crazed look in his eye. "I saw him in the girls' locker room, while I was rescuing my darlings. I knew him by his pictures wearing all black, with gloves and hat! As soon as he spoke I ran. I ran until I came here. Ranma I'm leaving and giving you my title as grandmaster. I want to see little Pantyhose again. I need to apologize to him before I die."
At the comment on where he encountered the famed specter everyone gave him a skeptical look. The old man couldn't have cared less, however, and left without another word.
---Later---
There was a knock at the door.
Kasumi answered it, and there she stood. Clad in all black just as the old man had described her. Then she spoke.
"Hello, I'm looking for Ranma Saotome, would you happen to know where he is?"
"Yes, I'll go get him." Kasumi answered with a smile.
The two stood in front of each other. Staring each other down.
"So, you're the person who screwed around with the old letch's mind and made him think he was going to die. You should watch who you threaten. It ain't in paper but this is my town." Spoke Ranma.
"Sir I knew your grandfather, we were friends at the end. As for your master, I did not threaten him. Old men mistake my gestures." The girl replied quietly "I only wanted to ask him to tell me where Ranma is. I take it you are him?
Smith's Notes: Like I said in the summary, this is a oneshot. You all know by now that Ranma is dead. I originally intended for this to be called 'Incident on a panty raid' but this title just seemed to fit the story better. I've wanted to write this since I created my account so I'm glad that I finally got around to it. It's short but it'll do. Hey, since you finished this, why not go read my other fic? It'll give you something to do.