Ranma; just Plain Hard
"What the Hell you talk'n about, kid?" Ranma asked, pulling the gun away, slowly, and sitting up in bed.
"I h-hadn't gotten a-any in a w-while, and I can't f-find any damn h-hot water!" Ryoga studdered. Ranma could feel him shivering without being touched.
Ryoga's request became clear to him, "Hold up, you're asking me for some shit? Kid, you talk'n with the wrong nigga, now get lost!"
"D-damn it, Ranma! Ryoga almost shouted, "T-this is a-al your f-fault in the first p-place!"
"Oh, now you gonna be going and blaming me for your damn problems!" Ranma challenged, "I didn't have anything to do with you going and getting your ass involved with the Mob!"
Ryoga's slightly glassed eyes grew wide, "H-how..."
"Ain't many other ways to get yourself a piece in Japan," Ranma snapped, "And there's also this tattoo..." Ranma grabbed Ryoga's arm, and blinked, "Hey, yo, where..."
"T-take me to s-some cold w-water."
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Ranma stood off to the side, as Ryoga rushed to the showerhead like a man who had been in solitude in the desert for eons, "So, what happened to your tattoos? I saw that shit plain as d-... hold up," Ranma's sleep addled mind considered something, "Why you need cold water?"
The showerhead turned on, and then back off. Ryoga turned towards Ranma with a dark smile, "To sober me up." Ranma was about to ask, before he noticed Ryoga's tattoos were back.
The yakuza took advantage of Ranma's surprise, to splash him with the detachable shower head, and then rush her into the wall. Ryoga grinned with a fang, as he held his forearm against the redhead's throat, "Now, where were we before you went and got all bitchy on me?"
Ranma remembered exactly what Ryoga was talking about, quickly setting her off. The redhead thrust her knee into Ryoga's groin, and when the forearm slackened against her throat, she head butted him. Ryoga staggered backwards into the other wall, and found Ranma's leg sweeping his from under him.
In her spin from her standing sweep, Ranma pulled out his glock, and dropped down onto Ryoga, with her left hand against his shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun down his throat. "Alright, I've been all nice to your ass, despite that you fucked up twice now around me! You then go and wake my ass up in the middle of the night, ask'n for shit, and then you go and get silly on my ass..." Ranma released the safety that Ryoga didn't notice was on until her thumb flicked it, "How how about you talk with me, and tell me what the fuck's your problem?"
Ryoga growled, furthering in angering Ranma, before she realized the problem, "oh, my bad..." She pulled the gun from his mouth, but held it against his forehead, "Now, I'm wait'n to hear a story."
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Ryoga dusted off his school outfit; his fanged snarl reflecting how much a menace he was to those who irritated him. Unfortunately, the one who was currently irritating him to no end, the one who was responcible for the footprint in the middle of his forehead, was not intimidated in the least, "What's your name?"
"Saotome, kid, look'n to hook up, or someth'n?" The boy wearing the dark non-reflective shades asked, after taking a bite of his lunchbread.
"I'll remember this outrage!" Ryoga exclaimed, pointing angrily at Ranma.
"Whoa, chill, chill, dawg!" Ranma placated, "No need to get hostile!"
"You stole my bread, and you have the gall to tell me such a thing?"
"Oh, yo, if you need someth'n I can hook ya up. Picked this shit up from around the way, you interested?"
Ryoga's expression relaxed in curiosity...
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"Oh, damn," Ranma-chan exclaimed, "I did do that, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did," Ryoga accused with a dry, but angry tone, "Do you know how you've ruined my life?"
"Hey, man, you didn't have to take any of it!" Ranma retorted.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KEEP GIVING ME ANY FOR A HIGH PRICE WHEN I CAME BEGGING FOR IT!" Ryoga shouted.
"Yo, chill with the shouting, other people are in this house, you know?" Ryoga growled in responce. "Anyway? What's with the water wash tattoos?"
Ryoga continued his story...
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R-R-RANMA! COME ON! I NEED IT!" Ryoga continued to bang on the apartment door where he was positive he knew the Saotomes resided. He had been doing it for hours, much to the irritation of the neighbors. At the moment, though, Ryoga didn't care; his only thought being on the driving need he was feeling, that Ranma was able to supply for. "COME ON, RANMA! I HAVE THE MONEY THIS TIME!!! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER!!!"
"What the Hell's your problem, kid?" Ryoga turned to find an irritated old woman holding a broom, staring him down.
"I need to speak to Ranma!" Ryoga pointed to the door behind him.
The old woman snorted, "Feh, they left yesterday. Something about training in China. Now get off my property before I call the cops!"
"China?" Ryoga felt a deep despair settle over him. If Ranma was in China, where would he... how could he...
"RANMA! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH TO GET MY FIX!" Ryoga vowed.
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"Back that shit up, you followed me all the way to China?" Ranma-chan asked, incredulously.
"SHUT UP, RANMA! IF YOU HADN'T GOTTEN ME HOOKED, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING!"
Elsewhere in the house, Nabiki, Akane, and Kasumi were out in the hall, looking around nervously.
"Could it be a burgler?" Kasumi asked with a severely concerned tone, "Oh my, I'm so frightened!" Kasumi felt a slight fit of deja vu float through her mind at those words, recalling her first and last night with Ranma. With a nervous look towards one of her drowsy sisters, she decided it wasn't something worth mentioning in present company.
"I don't know, but whoever it is, I'm gonna clobber them!" Akane stated menacingly, holding her shinai at ready.
"Akane, not only do you look rediculous with that bandanna on," Nabiki began, choking back a yawn, "but I don't think that stick is going to do much damage."
"Nabiki's right," Kasumi agreed, and then added quickly, "The stick, I mean. here, use this?"
Akane hefted the barbell her sister handed her, and nodded.
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Ryoga was a little more than a shell of his former self. The long trek through China in pursuit of Ranma hadn't done anything to assist his withdrawl problems. The only thing keeping him going was the thought of relief, once he found Ranma; he even had quadruple the funds, so that he could indulge. Pushing through the dense fog around him, Ryoga continued on his quest.
"Hello, customer, you at Legendary Training Grounds of Jus-" A splash cut off the pigin Japanese that was being recited by the pudgy man in the Maoist uniform, "Oh, too bad, you fall in Spring of Drowned Man, legend say spring is where young man drown fourteen-hundred year ago. Now whoever fall into spring take body of young man."
Ryoga dismissed the man as some sort of withdrawl-induced illusion, before realizing something. For the first time in a long time, he was thinking clearly. Not only that, he no longer felt the cravings that were so powerful that they would sometimes leave him whimpering wrecks at any given moment.
The young man pulled himself out of the spring, ignoring the chubby man holding a kettle of steaming water for him, saying something about 'reversing curse'. Now that Ryoga was feeling oh so much better, he had a whole new reason for finding Ranma...
"Ranma, mark my words. From this moment on, I vow that I will make your life a living Hell a hundredfold of what you had put me through!"
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"Damn, that's hard, man," Ranma replied, rather chagrinned.
"You don't know how hard, Ranma!" Ryoga growled. Before the redhead could realize it, she was launched through the air, and slammed into the wall next to the shower head, while her gun skidded off to the side. As Ryoga aggressed on her, Ranma quickly picked up the shower head, and aimed it. The other boy quickly covered himself from the spray with his arms, although they wouldn't protect him.
"FUCK!" Ranma didn't realize how long it would take for the shower to heat up. With a burst of speed, Ranma dashed past Ryoga, bumping him into the wall, while heading for the hallway. Immidiately, the yakuza gave chase, following Ranma into the back yard.
the pigtailed girl smirked, finally having some maneuvering room, before she turned around, and leapt straight up. Ryoga grunted, and followed his nemesis into the air.
"FOO'! THIS MY AIRSPACE!" Ranma shouted, before flipping forward, with her leg extended for a falling ax kick. Ryoga blocked it with both his forearms, and leaned backwards with his own leg extended. Ranma twisted out of the retaliatory kick before it could connect, and they both landed, facing each other.
"Would you stop that rediculous way of speaking?" Ryoga growled, before charging at Ranma. The redhead spun back to her left, allowing Ryoga to pass as she fell onto her back, and kicked the side of his knee. Ryoga buckled, and dropped to a sweep with his other leg, just missing as Ranma back handsprung away.
"Kid, look at you, thinking you can swing from these!" Ranma pointed to her crotch, forgetting her gender for the moment.
"Hey, Ranma, anyone hit that sweet little hole of yours? I'm looking forward to popping that cherry!" Ryoga taunted back with a fanged grin. It was too dark to see Ranma's eyes, but the reaction was immidiate.
Ryoga was forced to leap away, before Ranma got ahold of him; presuming from the sudden aggression shift, that what Ranma had planned would not be good for him. Unfortunately for Ryoga, neither was the dumbell colliding with his head.
"SHIT!" Ryoga cried, as he landed, grabbing the back of his head, and leapt again backwards onto the house roof, and then off to the other side.
"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, HIBIKI! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOUR ASS YET!" The furious redhead was about to take off in pursuit, before Kasumi's voice caught up with her.
"Ranma? Who was that?"
The redhead turned to find Akane and Kasumi on the porch, looking at him with concern. "Just a little punk bitch that's gonna have words with me lata. Don't sweat it, cool?"
Akane looked at him for a moment, and then shrugged, "'Aight, let's go back to bed Kasumi." Akane motioned her sister to follow, and Kasumi cast one more concerned look to Ranma, before she followed. The redhead girl was still looking to where Ryoga disappeared to. She blinked, wondering if she heard what Akane said correctly, before snorting.
"It's on the next time we meet up, you're marked in my book, now." With that, Ranma started back into the house, and towards the bathroom to change back to a guy.
The already extremely upset redhead didn't care to deal with any more shit that night, too bad fate was being a fucked up bitch. Ranma stared into the bathroom from the doorway, where she saw Ryoga on top of Nabiki, who was staring into his eyes with a mean smirk plastered on her face. It didn't help the situation that Ryoga's hand was up her nightshirt, and on the side of her thigh.
Ranma pivoted on her heel, not even paying attention to Nabiki's calls, and slammed the door so hard, it fell of the hinges.
"What the Hell you talk'n about, kid?" Ranma asked, pulling the gun away, slowly, and sitting up in bed.
"I h-hadn't gotten a-any in a w-while, and I can't f-find any damn h-hot water!" Ryoga studdered. Ranma could feel him shivering without being touched.
Ryoga's request became clear to him, "Hold up, you're asking me for some shit? Kid, you talk'n with the wrong nigga, now get lost!"
"D-damn it, Ranma! Ryoga almost shouted, "T-this is a-al your f-fault in the first p-place!"
"Oh, now you gonna be going and blaming me for your damn problems!" Ranma challenged, "I didn't have anything to do with you going and getting your ass involved with the Mob!"
Ryoga's slightly glassed eyes grew wide, "H-how..."
"Ain't many other ways to get yourself a piece in Japan," Ranma snapped, "And there's also this tattoo..." Ranma grabbed Ryoga's arm, and blinked, "Hey, yo, where..."
"T-take me to s-some cold w-water."
_________________
Ranma stood off to the side, as Ryoga rushed to the showerhead like a man who had been in solitude in the desert for eons, "So, what happened to your tattoos? I saw that shit plain as d-... hold up," Ranma's sleep addled mind considered something, "Why you need cold water?"
The showerhead turned on, and then back off. Ryoga turned towards Ranma with a dark smile, "To sober me up." Ranma was about to ask, before he noticed Ryoga's tattoos were back.
The yakuza took advantage of Ranma's surprise, to splash him with the detachable shower head, and then rush her into the wall. Ryoga grinned with a fang, as he held his forearm against the redhead's throat, "Now, where were we before you went and got all bitchy on me?"
Ranma remembered exactly what Ryoga was talking about, quickly setting her off. The redhead thrust her knee into Ryoga's groin, and when the forearm slackened against her throat, she head butted him. Ryoga staggered backwards into the other wall, and found Ranma's leg sweeping his from under him.
In her spin from her standing sweep, Ranma pulled out his glock, and dropped down onto Ryoga, with her left hand against his shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun down his throat. "Alright, I've been all nice to your ass, despite that you fucked up twice now around me! You then go and wake my ass up in the middle of the night, ask'n for shit, and then you go and get silly on my ass..." Ranma released the safety that Ryoga didn't notice was on until her thumb flicked it, "How how about you talk with me, and tell me what the fuck's your problem?"
Ryoga growled, furthering in angering Ranma, before she realized the problem, "oh, my bad..." She pulled the gun from his mouth, but held it against his forehead, "Now, I'm wait'n to hear a story."
_________________
Ryoga dusted off his school outfit; his fanged snarl reflecting how much a menace he was to those who irritated him. Unfortunately, the one who was currently irritating him to no end, the one who was responcible for the footprint in the middle of his forehead, was not intimidated in the least, "What's your name?"
"Saotome, kid, look'n to hook up, or someth'n?" The boy wearing the dark non-reflective shades asked, after taking a bite of his lunchbread.
"I'll remember this outrage!" Ryoga exclaimed, pointing angrily at Ranma.
"Whoa, chill, chill, dawg!" Ranma placated, "No need to get hostile!"
"You stole my bread, and you have the gall to tell me such a thing?"
"Oh, yo, if you need someth'n I can hook ya up. Picked this shit up from around the way, you interested?"
Ryoga's expression relaxed in curiosity...
_________________
"Oh, damn," Ranma-chan exclaimed, "I did do that, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did," Ryoga accused with a dry, but angry tone, "Do you know how you've ruined my life?"
"Hey, man, you didn't have to take any of it!" Ranma retorted.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KEEP GIVING ME ANY FOR A HIGH PRICE WHEN I CAME BEGGING FOR IT!" Ryoga shouted.
"Yo, chill with the shouting, other people are in this house, you know?" Ryoga growled in responce. "Anyway? What's with the water wash tattoos?"
Ryoga continued his story...
_________________
R-R-RANMA! COME ON! I NEED IT!" Ryoga continued to bang on the apartment door where he was positive he knew the Saotomes resided. He had been doing it for hours, much to the irritation of the neighbors. At the moment, though, Ryoga didn't care; his only thought being on the driving need he was feeling, that Ranma was able to supply for. "COME ON, RANMA! I HAVE THE MONEY THIS TIME!!! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER!!!"
"What the Hell's your problem, kid?" Ryoga turned to find an irritated old woman holding a broom, staring him down.
"I need to speak to Ranma!" Ryoga pointed to the door behind him.
The old woman snorted, "Feh, they left yesterday. Something about training in China. Now get off my property before I call the cops!"
"China?" Ryoga felt a deep despair settle over him. If Ranma was in China, where would he... how could he...
"RANMA! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH TO GET MY FIX!" Ryoga vowed.
_________________
"Back that shit up, you followed me all the way to China?" Ranma-chan asked, incredulously.
"SHUT UP, RANMA! IF YOU HADN'T GOTTEN ME HOOKED, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING!"
Elsewhere in the house, Nabiki, Akane, and Kasumi were out in the hall, looking around nervously.
"Could it be a burgler?" Kasumi asked with a severely concerned tone, "Oh my, I'm so frightened!" Kasumi felt a slight fit of deja vu float through her mind at those words, recalling her first and last night with Ranma. With a nervous look towards one of her drowsy sisters, she decided it wasn't something worth mentioning in present company.
"I don't know, but whoever it is, I'm gonna clobber them!" Akane stated menacingly, holding her shinai at ready.
"Akane, not only do you look rediculous with that bandanna on," Nabiki began, choking back a yawn, "but I don't think that stick is going to do much damage."
"Nabiki's right," Kasumi agreed, and then added quickly, "The stick, I mean. here, use this?"
Akane hefted the barbell her sister handed her, and nodded.
_________________
Ryoga was a little more than a shell of his former self. The long trek through China in pursuit of Ranma hadn't done anything to assist his withdrawl problems. The only thing keeping him going was the thought of relief, once he found Ranma; he even had quadruple the funds, so that he could indulge. Pushing through the dense fog around him, Ryoga continued on his quest.
"Hello, customer, you at Legendary Training Grounds of Jus-" A splash cut off the pigin Japanese that was being recited by the pudgy man in the Maoist uniform, "Oh, too bad, you fall in Spring of Drowned Man, legend say spring is where young man drown fourteen-hundred year ago. Now whoever fall into spring take body of young man."
Ryoga dismissed the man as some sort of withdrawl-induced illusion, before realizing something. For the first time in a long time, he was thinking clearly. Not only that, he no longer felt the cravings that were so powerful that they would sometimes leave him whimpering wrecks at any given moment.
The young man pulled himself out of the spring, ignoring the chubby man holding a kettle of steaming water for him, saying something about 'reversing curse'. Now that Ryoga was feeling oh so much better, he had a whole new reason for finding Ranma...
"Ranma, mark my words. From this moment on, I vow that I will make your life a living Hell a hundredfold of what you had put me through!"
_________________
"Damn, that's hard, man," Ranma replied, rather chagrinned.
"You don't know how hard, Ranma!" Ryoga growled. Before the redhead could realize it, she was launched through the air, and slammed into the wall next to the shower head, while her gun skidded off to the side. As Ryoga aggressed on her, Ranma quickly picked up the shower head, and aimed it. The other boy quickly covered himself from the spray with his arms, although they wouldn't protect him.
"FUCK!" Ranma didn't realize how long it would take for the shower to heat up. With a burst of speed, Ranma dashed past Ryoga, bumping him into the wall, while heading for the hallway. Immidiately, the yakuza gave chase, following Ranma into the back yard.
the pigtailed girl smirked, finally having some maneuvering room, before she turned around, and leapt straight up. Ryoga grunted, and followed his nemesis into the air.
"FOO'! THIS MY AIRSPACE!" Ranma shouted, before flipping forward, with her leg extended for a falling ax kick. Ryoga blocked it with both his forearms, and leaned backwards with his own leg extended. Ranma twisted out of the retaliatory kick before it could connect, and they both landed, facing each other.
"Would you stop that rediculous way of speaking?" Ryoga growled, before charging at Ranma. The redhead spun back to her left, allowing Ryoga to pass as she fell onto her back, and kicked the side of his knee. Ryoga buckled, and dropped to a sweep with his other leg, just missing as Ranma back handsprung away.
"Kid, look at you, thinking you can swing from these!" Ranma pointed to her crotch, forgetting her gender for the moment.
"Hey, Ranma, anyone hit that sweet little hole of yours? I'm looking forward to popping that cherry!" Ryoga taunted back with a fanged grin. It was too dark to see Ranma's eyes, but the reaction was immidiate.
Ryoga was forced to leap away, before Ranma got ahold of him; presuming from the sudden aggression shift, that what Ranma had planned would not be good for him. Unfortunately for Ryoga, neither was the dumbell colliding with his head.
"SHIT!" Ryoga cried, as he landed, grabbing the back of his head, and leapt again backwards onto the house roof, and then off to the other side.
"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, HIBIKI! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOUR ASS YET!" The furious redhead was about to take off in pursuit, before Kasumi's voice caught up with her.
"Ranma? Who was that?"
The redhead turned to find Akane and Kasumi on the porch, looking at him with concern. "Just a little punk bitch that's gonna have words with me lata. Don't sweat it, cool?"
Akane looked at him for a moment, and then shrugged, "'Aight, let's go back to bed Kasumi." Akane motioned her sister to follow, and Kasumi cast one more concerned look to Ranma, before she followed. The redhead girl was still looking to where Ryoga disappeared to. She blinked, wondering if she heard what Akane said correctly, before snorting.
"It's on the next time we meet up, you're marked in my book, now." With that, Ranma started back into the house, and towards the bathroom to change back to a guy.
The already extremely upset redhead didn't care to deal with any more shit that night, too bad fate was being a fucked up bitch. Ranma stared into the bathroom from the doorway, where she saw Ryoga on top of Nabiki, who was staring into his eyes with a mean smirk plastered on her face. It didn't help the situation that Ryoga's hand was up her nightshirt, and on the side of her thigh.
Ranma pivoted on her heel, not even paying attention to Nabiki's calls, and slammed the door so hard, it fell of the hinges.