It was a bright and glorious morning, making it the perfect way to
begin a brand new day. On such a brilliant dawning, the park was
already beginning to harbor the denizens of Nerima; offering them
numerous recreational activities that proved both clean and wholesome
for all. Well, as long as a certain redhead did not rear her amorous,
over-sexed head.
Fortunately, the ever-present menace of the northeast Tokyo region was occupied with other activities, leaving all who feared her unwavering appetite unscathed for the time being. Even if she were to show her fearful presence, they would be safe (more or less). For what lay in their presence, the silent assassin that quietly rose from the lake's depths, allowing only its goggle-covered eyes to break the surface to spy its environment was in the midst of hunting season. It was hunting nymphomaniac redheads.
The figure trudged to the shore, attracting attention with its unusual appearance to the scene, as well as the all black attire that covered it from head to toe. It ignored the incredulous looks around it, and smiled under its concealing facemask. It was back in Nerima, back to finish what it started so long ago…
Ranma the Amorous, Over-sexed Nympho
Chapter 50
'Showdown'
"Oh, yes, YES Ucchan! It feels so good!
"Nabiki, oh gods, I don't think I can hold back any longer!
:"Let's come together! I-I think I'm… I…"
"Me too Sugar! Hold me tighter! Oh! I-"
The orgasm was explosive and all consuming, enveloping in a furious tempest of sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, it subsided like a waning tide.
"I love you, Ukyo," Nabiki whispered, deliriously happy and satisfied.
"I love you too, Sugar," Ukyo responded, "Now, are you quite done?"
Nabiki immediately snapped to, surprised to find the young chef standing at the door with her arms crossed and her left eyebrow twitching in annoyance. More out of embarrassment than modesty, Nabiki quickly covered herself with Ukyo's bed cover, "Ah… Ucchan… I th-thought you were busy in the restaurant…"
"I was, and still am, came up to my room to use the bathroom, and I find you in here…" Ukyo frowned deeper, "Is that my vibrator?"
Nabiki smiled sheepishly, "Well… it was a spur of the moment thing, so I didn't think to bring my own."
"You know, Sugar? If we weren't such good friends…" Ukyo made sure to emphasize the last word, "you could guarantee you wouldn't be leaving this room in full condition. In fact, if I didn't find this more amusing than disturbing, our friendship wouldn't even be an obstacle. And how, prey tell, did you find my 'toy stash?" Ukyo sighed, as she saw the box marked, 'David Hasselhoff fan collection box', sitting by the side of her bed. She figured that nobody would care to look in it with the label she had on it.
Nabiki blinked, looking back at Ukyo guilelessly, "It was under your dresser, underneath the false floorboard, just to the left of the spring-loaded scythe, where you always keep it."
"Nabiki, hon, shouldn't certain things have tipped you off that, well, I didn't want it FOUND?"
Nabiki blinked twice more, "You know? I notice you don't wash this thing after every use, not that I'm really complaining; it allows me to feel closer to you."
"Well, I'm usually in a hurry to hide it a…" the chef paused, as she realized what Nabiki was insinuating, "Ew…"
The middle Tendou daughter shrugged, "That's why I insisted you go to the gynecologist, so I'm not too concerned "
"I'm… I'm just gonna forget this incident, and you'll put everything back where it belonged. Try not to lose a hand while doing so," Ukyo sighed, deciding that sexual disorders were the norm in Nerima. If she wanted to deal with this, she would just go back home and live with her father.
With a sigh, Ukyo returned downstairs, really wishing that Nabiki's crush wasn't so endearing and sweet (in a strictly platonic, unsettling, being stalked sort of way). The restaurant was already busy with welcome customers, and a few a little less than welcome.
"Hey, Sugar," Ukyo greeted Akane with a cheerful smile, as raven-haired girl sat at the bar, before turning to Ranma, "Hello, Ranma."
"Ah, hey Ukyo," the pigtailed young man greeted, put down at the nearly impersonal greeting.
"So what brings you by?" the chef enquired, ignoring the small twinge of guilt she felt; hey, he started it first, ten years ago!
Akane looked towards Ranma, and then answered for the both of them, "We thought it would be nice to stop by for a visit and a bite to eat."
"Well, I guess it is nice to see you… the two of you," Ukyo quickly amended. Darn, that pang of guilt is worse than a bad case of acid reflux. "I guess it's alright as long as 'she' isn't harassing my customers."
"Hey, you and me both, Ucch-… er, Ukyo."
Ukyo sighed once again, wondering if an antacid will work just the same for her currently unsettling sensation, "Go ahead and call me Ucchan, everyone does."
"Thanks.. Ucchan," Ranma responded, smiling sheepishly, but in gratitude.
Ukyo blinked, before turning away and huffing before her blush was noticed, "Well, it's not fair to treat you different from any of my other paying customers."
Akane held back her own sigh, wishing Ukyo could at least be a bit more civil towards the pigtailed boy. Akane herself vowed she was going to spend some time with the pigtailed boy instead of the pigtailed girl, and fondled with the locket in the pocket of her jacket. She had decided that she wanted to give it to him, primarily since she thought he would be more endeared to it. Sure the redhead would like it, but it would be put off to the side as an excuse for sex.
"As if she needed one," Akane mumbled under her breath, finding mixed emotions on the notion.
"What was that, hon?"
Akane snapped to attention, and quickly put on a smile, "Oh, nothing."
"Sure doesn't sound like nothing," Ukyo mused, "It's almost as if something sharp and metallic with a heavy grip handle was cutting through the air at high velocity… almost like it's heading for us..."
Ranma just barely managed to leap from his stool, as a bowie knife buried itself into it. "HEY!"
"Wha?" Akane pulled the knife out, finding an envelope tied to the handle, "This looks like one of Nabiki's…"
"Doubt it, your sister's probably still getting her jollies off in my room right now," Ukyo counter-argued. She then realized that both Akane and Ranma were staring at her blankly, "Hey! I had nothing to do with her, I've been down here running the restaurant all morning, remember?"
"Then, who's…?" Ranma took the envelope that had been attached to the handle, and opened it. After a few moments, his expression grew flat and unamused.
"Well, what does it say?" Akane urged, wondering what managed to shift the pigtailed boy's mood.
"I'm invited to Nerima's largest Gypsy orgy ever at the old abandoned theater," Ranma responded, flatly.
"Hey, I always wanted to go-," Akane's beaming smile fell, as she saw Ranma disheartened expression staring at Ukyo's grill. Putting a hand on his back in comfort, Akane started again, "But it's not a big deal, I'm glad to be with you, enough as it is."
"And Shampoo?" Ranma almost snapped, barely holding back his bitter tone.
"Of course," the raven haired girl responded, "she means as much to me as you do." Ranma tried to favor Akane with a smile, but it fell short of his eyes. Akane tried to reinforce her smile for him, though Ranma's mood had really struck her, 'It's really starting to get to him, isn't it?'
Ukyo was mirroring the same thoughts as Akane, "What Akane's trying to say... sugar... is that she cares about the both of you like... well like family, I guess." Ukyo couldn't think of a decent word that Ranma would be comfortable with; 'family' would just have to do.
Ranma glanced up at the chef, noting the loss of the formality she had been favoring him with. His mood lightened up a bit more as she presented him and Akane their plates, "And this is on the house... for both of ya, so enjoy!"
Akane smiled at Ukyo, who sighed, and smiled back, before turning her attention to other customers. Ranma was hesitatingly eating his meal, which was better than she had expected of him in his current mood. She turned her mind towards more important matters, such as who was it that delivered the invite in the first place. Shrugging, before concentrating on her food, she decided they would find out in a short time.
"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?"
Akane rolled her eyes, as Ukyo jumped at the voice that suddenly appeared behind her, "Ryoga, what in the world are you doing back there?"
"Ah..." Ryoga grinned nervously, before he quickly zipped up his pants, "I'm not at the Rocky Mountain Oyster?"
"No, you're not, P-Chan," Akane responded in her drollest voice, favoring the lost boy with a hooded gaze.
Ryoga turned to the raven-haired girl, as if just noticing her, "Who you calling P-Chan?"
"Akane, just don't," Ranma half admonished, half pleaded. He wasn't sure what it was, but for a while, Akane had been less than friendly towards his rival in the martial arts. If he didn't know better, he would almost swear she was jealous when Ryoga was around.
"And get on the other side, Ryoga; you have no business back here!" Ukyo commanded an order which the bandanna-clad young man quickly followed. Deftly flipping over the grill, Ryoga landed on the other side, and sat on the stool on the other side of Ranma, scooting as close to the pigtailed young man as he could without falling off his seat.
"Th-thanks, Ranma... for standing up for me like that," Ryoga blushed slightly, trying not to seem demure.
Ranma raised an eyebrow, and wondered from the flush composure if Ryoga was coming down with something, "Ah, sure, we're pals, after all."
At the statement, Ryoga's heart broke once again, as it always does from just a misplaced word or two from Ranma, "Oh Ranma, is that only what you'll ever look at me as, a 'pal'?"
"Uh... well you're a rival too, if it means that much to you."
Ryoga blinked, "Um, did I say that out loud?" He chuckled nervously at Ranma and Ukyo's confirming nod, while Akane growled audibly.
Ukyo shook her head at the spectacle, "You know, Ranma, you sure have an interesting romantic life."
"Why so interested in everybody else's, you should work a bit on your own, though." Everyone turned to watch Nabiki descending the stairs from the upstairs apartment, dressed in one of Ukyo's outfits. The middle Tendou sister blushed at the attention she was getting, particularly from one girl, "Ah, I hope you don't mind, my clothes were a bit rumpled. I was kind of hoping I could throw them in your wash." A small lie, but it wasn't going to hurt anyone. Besides, there was a certain thrill, a sexual empowerment from wearing Ukyo's decidedly masculine clothing that sent shivers through her. Idly, she wondered if she should have tried on Ukyo's men's briefs, or better yet, one of her jock straps...
"Always looking for an excuse to hang out," Ukyo sighed, "Fine, but I'm gonna insist that you wait tables while you're here. If I'm gonna be busy all day, you are too." Without argument, Nabiki cheerfully nodded, and headed for one of the occupied tables.
Ukyo's amused and fond smile was interrupted by the sound of Akane clearing her throat. "So, I guess you and my sister are an item?"
"Heck no! She's been stalking me!" Ukyo rebuked quickly.
"But you don't seem to mind it," Akane teased, secretly glad to see the chef warming up to her sister.
Ukyo shifted her eyes away, "Well, she isn't a complete nuisance, and she does have her moments."
"You say the sweetest things, Ukyo-chan."
"GAH!" The young chef in question was startled for the second time in ten minutes, "DOES EVERYONE NEED TO BE BEHIND THIS COUNTER?"
"Well, I just thought since I'm being your cute little waitress for the day, you wouldn't mind..."
"Quit pouting, Nabiki, it doesn't become you," Akane drolled, and shot a withering glare over at Ryoga when he nodded in agreement with her.
Nabiki stuck her tongue out in retaliation to her younger sibling, before blinking, and spying what was in Ranma's hand, "Say, is that an ergonomic grip high black carbon steel bowie knife with a graphite-zytel finish?"
"Huh?" Ranma looked at the knife in his hands, and shrugged, before Ukyo snatched it from him, handing it to Nabiki, "Here, you want it?" The middle Tendou sister squealed in delight, before favoring Ukyo with a peck on the cheek, and skipping off."
"She, she's easy to please," Ukyo stammered at the knowing looks she was receiving from the three in front of her.
Ranma sighed, "Well, as long as someone keeps her happy. She ain't much when I'm around, I'm afraid."
"Oh Ranma," Both Akane and Ryoga cooed, before glaring at each other.
"Back off, P-Chan" Akane mouthed.
"Bite me, tomboy." Ryoga lipped.
"I don't like pork products."
"Doesn't seem to be helping you keep your 'girlish' figure..."
"You two seem to be saying a lot without any sound," Ukyo interjected.
"And you, young man, sound as if you are having issues concerning social acceptance from others."
"Oh, hey Dr. Marvin," Ryoga greeted.
The good doctor nodded in return, "Anyhow, Ranma was it? It seems that you find your relationship standing with the dear waitress over there in a bit of a confused standing, that you are solely responsible for her ills through voluntary or involuntary actions, mannerisms, or personality?"
"Heh, sounds about right," Ranma groused, ignoring how Akane's fist slammed into Ryoga's face before the fanged boy could comfort him, and attempted to do so herself.
Marvin nodded, before pulling out a blue book, "Perhaps you should-"
"NO!" Ryoga jumped up attempting to intercept the book.
"YOUNG MAN! WE ARE IN PUBLIC!"
"Ryoga, what in the hell's wrong with you?" Ranma quipped, surprised at the sudden extreme reaction. Akane watched with a bemused expression, glad that the fanged boy was making an ass of himself, as Ukyo rolled her eyes at the spectacle.
"This... ugh... book is not for... leggo... your eyes, Ranma!"
"I greatly... cease at once young man... disagree. He can... Mmm, strong... greatly benefit from it's... please, now... contents!"
With a sigh, and fearing for any property damage, Ukyo plucked the book from both men with little effort, and passed it to Ranma. Quickly, Ryoga dove after Ranma, before Dr. Marvin tackled him back to the ground.
Shrugging, Ranma opened the book, and read aloud, "Often the subject's shifting moods are as much a complication as a catalyst. Both fueling and hindering their growth of confidence, rendering them incapable of properly relating normally to society, as well as allowing them the mild delusion that they do not require socially fitting in. It is important that the subject understands that..."
Ranma blinked, and opened back to the first page, "Am I blue? A study in deteriorated confidence in Japan's youth."
Ukyo raised an eyebrow, "I thought that book was about..."
"Oh, that's just chapter four," Marvin commented with a shrug.
Akane stared flatly at the lost boy, "This is what you were so in a tizzy about?"
"Ranma's plenty confident as it is!" Ryoga argued, now comfortable with the unnatural, exciting sensation of a masculine frame draped over his back, "As much as I lov- er... do you really want him anymore obnoxious?"
Ranma grumbled at the unified nods.
Across the street on a nearby rooftop, a figure enshrouded in black lowered the binoculars from its face; from the looks of things, Ranma wasn't going to be accepting the invitation. With a snort, the stealthy figure decided that it was going to get to enjoy itself even more.
Shampoo skipped merrily to her favorite airen's house, eager to reunite with the cute raven haired girl. She thought back when she had first met her two loves, and glad at how her life had changed. Although she was begrudgingly she admitted an endearment to the pigtailed young man as well as the redheaded girl, Akane would have to be the one that bore the heirs in the family; she would be damned to suffer having Ranma's candy cane stuffed into her Christmas stocking...
"Ow," Shampoo grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and turning around. Looking down, she found what had hit her in the back of her head. She bent down, and picked it up in curiosity. It looked like a long mushroom, much like the endotake that the Japanese favored. Upon closer inspection, she wondered at the nearly opaque, gooey liquid at the tip...
"Girl, okay, how about this, he puts his mushroom into your stewpot, until you both boil over, creating a great dish..."
"ACK!!!!" Shampoo screeched, tossing down the latex, cylindrical object as if it were on fire. She turned to run, before another one smacked her in the forehead. Once again she started to hysterically scream, before one landed in her mouth, gagging her.
The black clothed mercenary continued to fire dildos at the target below from the gas powered slingshot, forcing the lavender haired Amazon to run. Continuing to herd the Chinese girl, the figure grinned at the ease of the first prey. Finally, in her blind panic, the Amazon stumbled into a pitfall, screaming one final time before she probably passed out.
Taking its finger off the trigger, the mercenary nodded in satisfaction. That 'cat trap' was laden with long, latex spears that were ribbed for her pleasure, thus keeping the lavender haired girl out of commission until she could be retrieved.
One down.
Ukyo sighed in exasperation. This had been a rather trialsome day, even by the usual standards. As busy as it was, and the brouhaha during the morning, finalized by having to constantly fend off Nabiki's advances, Ukyo was just ready to collapse onto her bed. "Geez, you would think a girl would get enough of a hint already. At least she's persistent..." Ukyo chuckled at that, "If she were a guy, I wouldn't have any qualms about her."
Ukyo stepped into her room, before her eyes caught something that hadn't been in there before. Her jaw dropped, as a trail of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, when she spied the fine Italian made men's power suit hanging against her wall. The young chef's knees nearly buckled, while she rubbed her thighs together. From just a scrutinizing observation, it looked to be cut for her form... presuming chest binders were in place and sock was stuffed properly down her briefs.
Almost hypnotized, Ukyo slowly made her way to the outfit, stripped down, and began to don the expensive men's garb. In the back of her mind, she wondered how she would thank Nabiki for it; pretty sure it was her 'stalker' that gave it to her. Perhaps she would give Nabiki one try... well the suit was pretty darn expensive, it was the least she could do...
As soon as she finished tying the tie around her neck, she felt her arms suddenly snap tight against her sides, and almost invisible twine tighten all around her. "What the...?"
Ukyo struggled against the suddenly restraining business suit, and felt a sharp pinch into her thigh. Looking down, she discovered a dart lodged into her. The thing on the chef's mind before she passed out was relief that she wouldn't have to give up her virginity to Nabiki after all.
Akane rubbed her eyes, still struggling with her sleep muddled mind as she answered the door. She had only come downstairs to see if anything had been started for breakfast, as Kasumi had been spending the night at Tofu's along with Wiggly-chan. Putting on her best possible (at the moment) greeting expression, Akane met the morning visitor, "Hello... Great-Grandmother?"
"Greetings, daughter-in-law," Cologne returned, "I apologize for bothering you at this time of morning, but I would like to request that you have my Great-Granddaughter untied, washed up, fully clothed, and returned to me for the day. I'm expecting a rather large rush at the Cat Cafe, and require her help." Cologne tilted her head, "Perhaps I could ask for your assistance as well?"
"Mmm," Akane responded, attempting to get her mind back, "She wasn't here last night, I missed her."
"Strange..." Cologne mused, "She hadn't returned last night, and she hasn't checked in since I last saw her. That is far from like her."
"I haven't seen her since yesterday morning," Akane admitted, allowing her own worry to grow. "Ranma and I will help you look for... her... is that Nabiki?"
Cologne turned around, finding the middle Tendou sister, rushing through the gates frantically, before nearly tackling her sister. "UKYO'S MISSING!"
"N-Nabiki, not in front of the neighbors!" Akane pleaded, trying to gently remove her sister's grip from her sheer nightie. The thing was rather delicate, after all.
"She hasn't been to bed, and she needs to open her restaurant in an hour!"
"Child, calm down," Cologne demanded, "How are you aware she is missing? Could she perhaps gone out for supplies?"
Nabiki shook her head, "I've been watching through her window all night, her clothes were all over the floor, and her bed's still made from when I made it for her yesterday."
"How very observant of you," Cologne drawled, as Akane resignedly shook her head, "And that also explains the full black outfit and grappling harness around your torso."
"Sis, you really are stalking Ukyo..."
Nabiki snorted, "I think it's romantic. And it's not stalking, I merely a passive-interactive associative anthropological observer."
"Same word, more syllables," Cologne pointed out, "but that's not the issue. It seems that both Shampoo and the young chef have disappeared. Maybe we should treat this situation with more concern?"
Akane nodded, finally shaking her sister off without damaging the nightie she knew Ranma (the male Ranma) seemed to enjoy seeing her in most, "I'll go wake up Ranma. Hopefully he can stay male and undistracted to help."
"I'll go check at Ukyo's to see if she returns," Nabiki volunteered."
"Try not to hang outside her window, it's not like people don't already talk," Akane drawled.
"Sis, give me a little credit," Nabiki returned with a disgusted tone, "I'll just pick the lock. She won't be there for the alarm to alert her to me breaking in, and it only took me a few times to learn how to shut it off once I was inside."
Cologne and Akane looked at each other with hooded gazes, and then turned them to the middle Tendou sister. "You do that," they both said in flat tandem.
"Whuzzup guys?" Ranma asked, as Nabiki took off running for Ucchan's, coming up behind Akane.
"Ranma, Shampoo and Ukyo are missing," Akane informed him with more than a little worry in her voice.
Ranma's expression pursed out of both concern for the young Amazon and hearing Akane upset, "I'll get on top of it." With that, he was already heading for the Tendou ground surrounding walls.
"Akane dear, perhaps it may be best if you find a safe place to remain for the time being." Cologne suggested, "Not that I do not have confidence in your abilities, but both Ukyo and Shampoo were also formidable. Whoever is behind this may be even a more wily foe for Son-In-Law."
Begrudgingly, Akane nodded, "I can head over to Dr. Tofu's. Both Him and Wiggly-chan are pretty strong."
"Yes... the tree," Cologne recalled with less than favorable attitude, "Indeed that beast is... formidable. I shall escort you to this possible safe-haven, then."
Ranma had no idea where to start, just choosing to make a beeline from the Tendou home to the Cat Cafe. Hopefully, he could find a trail that will help him wrap this all up.
Of course, he wouldn't find one, it would just find him.
Hearing the sound of something cutting through the air, Ranma twisted in mid-jump, just pulling away from the sharp blade that had been aimed for the back of his throat. Using the momentum of his twist, he kicked at his airborne assailant, finding his foot meeting against the flat of its blade.
Both combatants landed apart from each other in a crotch, allowing Ranma to get a good look at his assailant, "Wha? H-Happosai?"
The diminutive black clad figure with a black mask snorted, before tossing something in Ranma's direction. The pigtailed martial artist adjusted to swat whatever it was out of the way, before his instincts kicked in, screaming at him to avoid it.
In a last moment effort, Ranma ducked the projectile, allowing it to clash into the wall next to him, and explode. The blast sent him flying into the house across the street, causing the wall of it to collapse upon him.
Nabiki quietly stalked upstairs, fretting at either finding an irritated Ukyo waiting for her, or not finding Ukyo at all. She had dearly hoped for the former. Once again, she entered Ukyo's bedroom, and sagged at not finding her beloved chef present. Spying Ukyo's clothes, Nabiki picked them up, sniffing them to find out how recent their wear was... well that was her excuse, anyhow. As she picked them up, a slip of paper fell from it.
"Invitation to Nerima's largest Gypsy Orgy..."
Cologne was relieved that the trip to Tofu's had been uneventful. After leaving Akane in the care of its residents, the Amazon Matriarch set out to begin her search. She already surmised that Ranma would cover the route between the Tendous and the Cat Cafe, so she endeavored to search the areas that she knew Shampoo to frequent. It was half-way to the chastity belt shop that she sensed the attack.
"HA!" Cologne crowed, turning to defend against any oncoming attack with her staff, "You're three hundred years too young to defeat me... eh?"
The only thing Cologne's staff met with was the cup of a bra.
"What's this?" The ancient Amazon enquired, checking tag, "New and improved wonder bra. Guaranteed to liven up even the most decrepit troll. Prevents sagging, backaches, and Chlamydia."
Cologne looked around, ensuring no one was looking; her old bones always felt the weight of what had once been the two greatest of her prides. It didn't take long for her to realize her foolish mistake, as the odorless powder the bra was laced with began to work on her.
"Grrr," Ranma growled, no longer stunned, and pulling himself out of the rubble, "That old letch, I'm gonna make sure he regrets ever coming back to Nerima..." Stalking out of the ruin, Ranma paused, finding something his foot stepping on a cloth, "Wha? This is one of Ryoga's bandannas... What would Ryoga have to do with a Gypsy Org.."
Ranma quickly put two and two together, "Great, Ryoga's probably kidnapped too. The old pervert means business, whatever it is this time..."
Ranma landed back within the Tendou grounds softly, hoping to find Cologne or Akane present so they could compare notes on the search. Ranma already had a pretty good idea that Happosai was the one behind the disappearances, having added by circumstantial evidence that Ryoga was upon the list. He was also concerned about Akane.
Shampoo and Ryoga weren't exactly pushovers, and they were close to the pigtailed martial artist in one way or another. Akane was... closer than both of them, much closer. Since he had arrived in Nerima with his curse, he had to admit that the craziness that had surrounded them all was tied directly to him. This new incident worried him that someone was targeting him through his friends, and knew he had his lovely curse to blame for that.
Almost teleporting to the front door, Ranma stopped, and breathed a little easier at reading the note on the door.
"I am aware you may realize your concern
for your other beloved, so fear not, Son-In-Law.
We both deemed it best that she await your
return at Dr. Tofu's clinic. Once you have
completed your part of the search, we will
meet there.
Ku LoN"
Ranma began to turn away from the door, and head towards the clinic, when something about the note caught his eye. It was Cologne's note, spelling her name in katakana as all foreign words were, but the clean cut that started from the middle, and made its way all the way through to the bottom...
The pigtailed martial artist flipped up the note to study the tear, before noticing the cut wasn't just through the paper, but the door as well.
Happosai reintroduced himself by trying to ventilate Ranma's neck...
Ranma was a blur, and almost five rooftops towards the doctor's clinic when the realization immediately set in. The tunnel of vision that blurred his surroundings into one vortex only allowed for one visible sight; the path to where Akane was.
With a tremendous leap, Ranma forgone having to roof hop upon seven buildings, landing on the street before the entrance to Tofu Ono's clinic. "Oh gods..."
The front door was blown inwards, with scorch marks blackening the damaged frame. From the looks of the rest of the outside of the building, whatever happened was big.
Inside, Ranma's breath stopped at the sheer amount of damage done within, and his blood grew cold at what it meant, "Akane? AKANE! Tofu? Anyone?"
Rushing from room to room, Ranma found no trace of Akane, Tofu, or Kasumi. Fearfully, Ranma stepped back out of the last room, allowing the emotion of dread to nearly overtake him. Before it could happen, he jerked, somersaulting forward and away from whatever just grabbed his leg, "HAPPOSAI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH AK-... Wiggly-chan?"
The tree in question seemed to nod, as it crawled weakly on its branches, dragging the nearly shattered pot it stayed in behind it. In concern, Ranma rushed towards it, standing it upright, "What happened here? Where's Akane? Was it Happosai that attacked you guys? Come on, boy... girl.. whatever, you can tell me!"
In reply, Wiggly-chan handed Ranma a flyer. The pigtailed boy took it, and knew that the attendance to this 'Gypsy Orgy' was mandatory.
Ranma stood in front of the Ol' Nerima Kabuki theater, condemned recently due to the dry rot of the structure, and labeled as unrepairable under the district's budget. The only reason it remained standing was in hopes that one of the Japanese historical societies may pick up the project.
"Hmm, seems like a weird place for an orgy," Ranma dry-quipped to himself, not that he knew a proper place to hold one anyhow. He wasn't surprised to find the door wide open, even at that time of night, inviting him in. Not one to disappoint, Ranma entered, though quietly, tensing to evade in any fashion from a surprise attack.
Almost disappointed, Ranma ventured into the main auditorium uninhibited, finding all the theater seats had been vacated, leaving a baron circle around a large elevated circular stage. The lights were dimmed, except for one that shown on the foot bridge that lead onto the stage. Taking the hint, Ranma forwent the pathway, and leapt onto the stage. "Alright, this obviously ain't an orgy or anything, so you may as well drop the act. What did you do to my friends?"
At the demand, the lights immediately went off. Ranma braced for an attack, when he heard the sounds of rope growing taunt from a weight snapping them straight. When the lights came back on, Ranma found himself surrounded by everyone. "How...?"
Cologne, Ukyo, Ryoga, Shampoo, Tofu, Kasumi, Nabiki, Kodachi, and... Akane. They were all nude, suspended in the air by the ropes that bound them, circling the rim of the stage fifteen feet in the air. Every one of them was conscious, as they stared wide-eyed at Ranma, either fearful, hopeful, or accusing.
"Saotome, you best hurry up and get me down from here, or so help me..." Nabiki growled, agitated by the way the nylon rope was burning rather uncomfortably into unmentionable areas.
Ukyo turned to give Nabiki a hooded gaze, "Why you blaming him? You're the one who decided to come in her half-cocked for the rescue."
Nabiki blushed, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"RANMA!"
"I'll have you down in a sec, Akane," Ranma attempted to placate, and tensed for the jump...
"Not yet, you don't. Not after all the trouble I went to getting you here."
At the voice, Ranma looked up, finding the same black-clad figure that had attacked him earlier, suspended upside down above him, with eyes glaring intensely at him. "Y-You're not Happosai!"
The figure kicked its feet from whatever they were lodged in, deftly somersaulting to the ground and landing in a kneel, "Of course not, I made sure the old pervert was kept busy until I can deal with him later. Having him here would... complicate things." Standing, the figure removed the mask it was wearing, revealing more than just the hard staring blue eyes, "Surprised to see me, Ms. Pervert Number One?" She smirked, her dangerous smile looking completely in place with the camouflage face paint.
"It was rather obvious who was behind all this," Cologne drolled, having figured it out before she had passed out from the knockout bra.
"Who else would it have been?" Nabiki sighed, earning a nod from Ukyo.
"Oh my, it wasn't very hard to figure out," Kasumi added.
"Who is this?" Kodachi enquired.
"Lil' Suzy, some sociopathic American girl with a gun fetish," Akane answered.
"DAMN IT! COULDN'T YOU AT LEAST ACT SURPRISED?" Lil' Suzy shouted indignantly.
"I was surprised," Ranma admitted.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Suzy," Tofu greeted, "My, and aren't you a big girl?" The bullet that whizzed by his cheek told the good doctor that his patronizing was not welcome.
Keeping the gun out, the ten year old mercenary circled Ranma, "We have a score to settle, Ms. Pervert."
"Hey, don't confuse me with... her!" Ranma demanded, matching her strafing steps wearily.
"Primary Target: Ranma Saotome, a.k.a. 'Ms. Pervert Number One'. Ability to change sexes when introduced to untepid temperatures," To demonstrate this, Suzy pulled a rope, once she was next to it. Ranma was caught unaware by the deluge, cursing himself for not paying attention to the fact that she was maneuvering him to where she wanted him.
"Whaddya do that for?"
"Primary target's perverted flaw is the inability to contain her sexual appetite. This will prove beneficial, as she will have difficulty focusing."
Ranma paused a second from looking around the theater and licking her lips like a lion in a meat locker, "Huh?"
"Hard to concentrate with all the flesh on display, isn't it, Ms. Pervert?" Lil' Suzy quipped, slowly reaching behind her back with her other hand. "Some of it you've already had, some of it you can't wait to try out..."
"Akane," Ukyo spoke just above a whisper to get the raven haired girl's attention, "Doesn't Suzy sound different to you?"
Akane nodded, realizing that the girl had lost her cutesy, almost exaggerated sweet countenance, replacing it with a eerily serious and dangerous one, a lot more intelligent than she would credit a ten year old. Akane looked closer, and her eyes widened, "RANMA! WATCH OUT, SHE'S A LOT MORE DANGEROUS THIS TIME!"
The redheaded girl had already figured it out, trying her best to keep trained on the pint sized mercenary across from her. The look in her eyes, it was like the looks she had heard that old Japanese war soldiers got from seeing too much battle, or seasoned martial artists who had been in waaaaayyyy too many fights.
That piercing stare, the one that seemed to be going right through Ranma... a thousand yard stare.
"If you pardon my language, I'm through fucking around with you," Suzy stated, almost matter-of-factly.
"Geez, what set you off," Ranma-chan enquired; she hadn't even seen the girl in ages, and now she has an even bigger mad-on for her than before.
"Because of you, I've seen HELL!" Suzy retorted intensely. Nabiki, Akane, and Ranma blinked, turning to look at Ryoga.
"Hey, why am I here?" Ukyo demanded, "I barely even like the jerk!"
"Here here!" Nabiki agreed.
"Ukyo!"
"Sorry, Akane sugar, but facts are facts."
"Subsidiary target, Ukyo Konji. Sexual deviation being an 'androvestiphilliac', as well as playing with the hearts of young girls."
"What...?" Ukyo responded, shocked, as she looked around at the suddenly speculative stares she was receiving. The only one not suddenly wondering was Nabiki, who was glaring at Ukyo with a betrayed expression. "Hey! Don't look at me like that, she was coming onto ME!"
"Then I guess you want to finally settle this?" Ranma enquired, surprisingly serious for her current gender.
"I win, I put you six feet under," Suzy stated, "You win, well you get a veritable sexual feast, everyone included."
"Hmm, everyone?" Ranma parroted.
"Yes, everyone," Suzy stated, sounding more than a little irritated.
"Including you?"
"I said everyone!"
"Really?"
"You don't have to sound giddy about it," Suzy drolled.
"Oooh, Loli-" Ranma never got to complete the statement, as she was interrupted by the strong objections from Mommy and Daddy.
Suzy continued to trail Ranma, keeping the redhead within the sights of ' Mommy' and 'Daddy', emptying both clips in her opening salvo. She growled, as she continued to pull the trigger, and no rounds were being expelled.
Sensing the opportunity, Ranma rushed at the little girl, intending to end it quickly; no sense wasting stamina now, after all. Unfortunately, Suzy grinned, satisfied that her nemesis took the bait, and lobbed her empty guns at her. Ranma pack peddled, and twisted out of the way as both guns suddenly sprouted blades, and spun at her like shiruken.
While she was distracted, Suzy stomped on the ground, setting off the switch under her foot, which in turn launched a rifle from a trap door in front of her. When Ranma regained her footing, she was forced to dive out of the way of a very long, and very large hole inducing bullet.
Suzy slid back slightly from the recoil of the Mountain Eagle rifle, and knelt to brace more firmly. Drawing a bead on the redhead, she didn't fire until she was sure of her aim.
The pigtailed girl attempted to close in on the young girl, before twisting to the side, and finding the front of her shirt torn through by the bullet. Just another few inches...
Realizing that this wouldn't be a battle she could win as it was, Ranma decided it best to invoke the Saotome Secret technique. Recovering into a roll from her evade, Ranma rushed for the edge of the stage.
"You take a step off this stage, and one of them gets a bullet in your place."
Ranma came to a screeching halt, teetering on the edge of elevated platform.
"Glad you were listening," Suzy congratulated, lowering her laser sighted handgun, and taking the small red light from Kasumi's forehead.
"Alright, ain't this going a bit far?" Ranma tried to rationalize, finding this much more serious than before, "If you have a beef with me, leave it with me!"
"No, if I did that, then one of you perverts would just take up the mantle of alpha pervert," Suzy explained, "And I can't rest until every last one of you is out of existence."
Ranma went airborne, hoping to surprise the little mercenary, "Then I'm gonna have to get serious about this, too!" At home in the air, Ranma simply tumbled and spun out of the way of each bullet, as she descended upon Suzy.
"HEY! WHOA! YIKES!!!" Ryoga shouted, as the last bullet fired nearly ended his family line in a slightly less deadly way.
Ranma landed with a dart kick, crashing her foot through the stage. Unfortunately, Suzy already rolled out of the way, tossing the expended rifle away. She hammered her fist into the floor, triggering another switch, and caught the berretta that launched from another trap door. "Careful, Ms. Pervert, you wouldn't want me to accidentally hit one of your friends, would you?"
Ranma paused, realizing how much she nearly endangered just one of them. She was now grounded, trapped, and very much more vulnerable. With it all or nothing, Ranma rushed at the girl with all her speed, catching Suzy completely by surprise as she seemed to just teleport, and uppercut the girl.
The little mercenary rolled with the attack, firing off several rounds before she saw Ranma dash to her flank. Almost reflexively, she lashed out, catching the redhead in the chin with the butt of the gun, and losing it in the process. Without a weapon, she stomped the ground on another switch to retrieve another gun.
Ranma was now onto her, as she attacked the location her enemy was in, destroying that part of the stage. Lil' Suzy proved to be two steps ahead, as she dove to the other side of the stage, catching the twin uzis that launched from a trap door away from where she had been.
Still sliding on the ground, Suzy fired an intense volley at Ranma, driving her away and forcing her to duck low to avoid getting hit. Intent on keeping the advantage, the little girl rose to standing, adjusting her aim towards the low crouching figure. Thinking fast, Ranma pounded both her fists into the wooden stage, and dove into the hole.
The little soldier growled, as she saw her remaining weapons stash launch from under the stage through the side, before she was launched herself into the air. "That takes care of your little artillery, you brat!"
"A good soldier doesn't rely solely on reinforcements," Suzy retorted, lobbing a grenade at the crux of her ire. Ranma caught the explosive, lobbing it away from the stage at near escape velocity. It had well left the building before it exploded.
Nabiki raised an eyebrow, as she watched Ukyo straining, "I thought a gorgeous figure like yourself could handle hanging around."
Ukyo opened her eyes to give Nabiki a baleful glance, "I'm trying to concentrate, alright?"
"On what?" the middle Tendou sister enquired.
"Got a... ugh... extra spatula... handy."
"Handy, and where, prey tell is this 'handy' extra spatula?" Nabiki asked sardonically, inspecting and admiring Ukyo's naked form.
Ukyo blushed, "Secret compartment..."
That was then when Nabiki noticed the way the chef's stomach muscles were clenching, "You... didn't..."
"Quiet please," Ukyo requested, "I need to... hnnn... focus on not splitting myself open working this thing out... GOT IT!" Ukyo caught the gleaming weapon between her feet before it could fall to the ground, and swung her legs up towards the rope holding her. Carefully, she worked on slicing through her bindings.
"Exactly WHY did you have that in there in the first place?" Nabiki had to ask.
Figuring Ranma distracted, Suzy attempted to redraw her uzis, though not with much faith that the inaccurate spread would yield results against her impossibly fast opponent. In retaliation, Ranma kicked against the floor, shattering the wood before her, and sending the splinters sailing at the girl. Quickly, the small mercenary crossed her guns in front of her to protect her face, while allowing her durable uniform to take the sharp wood shards with no affect at all.
The redhead followed up her smokescreen, drawing back her fist for the end game. She didn't expect the young girl to be playing possum, as Suzy suddenly rolled forward, under the blow. Ranma turned to track the girl, before she felt something against her foot.
Suzy recovered from her escape at the same time Ranma was launched into the air by the grenade, and pulled out her U.S. Marine shortblade, and lobbed it at the airborne redhead.
Ranma knew victory was close. The girl had finally run out of ammo, resorting to explosives and bladed weapons. Recovering her equilibrium in the air, Ranma twisted around the knife, before landing deftly on her feet, and charging at the rather surprised looking girl. Ranma was prepared for the girl to make an evade attempt in any direction, and counter it. Unfortunately, she had forgotten one thing.
The shock on Suzy's face promptly disappeared, once she realized Ranma fell for the bait. With a serious, cold expression, she pulled out the handgun with the laser sight attached to it, taking careful aim.
Ranma wasn't sure where she managed the extra bit of speed, but she barely managed to duck into a slide, as the bullet clipped off a few stray hairs from her bangs. Her slide carried her into a kick that knocked the wind from her opponent, felling her away.
Akane Tendou started to gasp in relief, as she watched Ranma from behind as her sliding kick virtually ended the fight. Her shout of joy at her love's victory wasn't able to come, as it would have been covered by the sound of the gun reporting a second time. Her body lurched on the rope, as the wayward bullet slammed into her chest.
"AKANE!!!"
Ranma quickly turned at Shampoo's shout, just in time to see Akane swing forward listlessly, lifelessly.
"That fucking hurt," Suzy commented weakly, as she slowly came to standing. She pulled a rope next to her, causing a rifle to fall from the ceiling into her hands, "but I'm not done yet. This isn't over until you and your pervert playmates are bagged and tagged." She narrowed her eyes, when it seemed Ranma wasn't listening to her, "Ms. Pervert, I'm talking here..."
The redhead never turned around, as the dark red aura grew into existence around her. Unlike ever before, it radiated with an intensity that everyone felt, without even it expanding. This time, it didn't register to them as lust inducing, as it rocked their senses with pure malice.
Lil' Suzy thought Ranma was fast before; just barely getting the shaft of her rifle in front of her to intercept the fist she figured was aimed at her head. Sliding off the end of the stage, she tossed the two halves of her broken gun away, pulling out the sighted handgun, kicking to a kneel, and firing.
It was a shock to everyone, as Ranma's head whipped back from the direct single hit.
The little girl almost giggled, before she remembered who she was, released the spent clip from her gun, and slamming a full one in. "That was entertaining, but this was going to end tonight."
Ranma's head slowly leaned back forward, glaring hatefully at the girl, and allowing the flattened bullet to fall from her forehead.
At the sight, Suzy's moment of triumph was shattered, and her composure broke; realizing that this was checkmate. There would be no begging, pleading for mercy. Suzy simply let her nemesis slam her into the ground, pinning her by the neck, with one hand raised above her head. Her whole blood red aura consolidated into a ball in the palm of her head that pulsed heavily.
"STOP IT!" Ukyo demanded, slamming into Ranma from behind, toppling the redhead.
Ranma nearly turned upon Ukyo, who stood firmly, "YOU JACKASS! WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT? KILLING HER, OR AKANE?!?"
Ranma's eyes refocused, shocked at herself. She quickly turned to look towards the youngest Tendou girl, finding Nabiki and Shampoo working frantically to get her down. Immediately, Nabiki pushed the frantic young Amazon to the side, inspecting Akane's body, hoping that the lack of blood was a better sign than what their eyes had seen her body do.
Nabiki found her breath again, as she began to sob, "Sh-she's alive... SHE'S OKAY!"
Ranma was broken from her trance at the proclamation, and rushed forward. Ukyo knelt down before Suzy, checking on the girl, "Hey, hon, you okay?"
Ukyo blinked, finding tears escaping from the little girl's face, the same little girl that fought like a highly trained Special Forces operative. Nonetheless, she was still a girl, one desperately in need of comfort, as she lunged at the young chef, wrapping her arms around her, and breaking down completely.
Ranma repeated Ukyo's actions over Akane, her lip trembling at the weak smile Akane was trying to give her. "This... this is for you," Akane whispered, handing Ranma the necklace Nabiki removed from around her sister's neck.
Hesitatingly, the redhead took it, noticing the bullet lodged in the heart shaped locket. "Akane?"
"I'm... afraid it's a little broken," Akane managed to choke out, before passing out from the pain of her broken collarbone. Ranma's hands braced against the floor, as she attempted to hold back her own tears.
"Hot water... someone get me some hot water, damn it."
Fortunately, the ever-present menace of the northeast Tokyo region was occupied with other activities, leaving all who feared her unwavering appetite unscathed for the time being. Even if she were to show her fearful presence, they would be safe (more or less). For what lay in their presence, the silent assassin that quietly rose from the lake's depths, allowing only its goggle-covered eyes to break the surface to spy its environment was in the midst of hunting season. It was hunting nymphomaniac redheads.
The figure trudged to the shore, attracting attention with its unusual appearance to the scene, as well as the all black attire that covered it from head to toe. It ignored the incredulous looks around it, and smiled under its concealing facemask. It was back in Nerima, back to finish what it started so long ago…
Ranma the Amorous, Over-sexed Nympho
Chapter 50
'Showdown'
"Oh, yes, YES Ucchan! It feels so good!
"Nabiki, oh gods, I don't think I can hold back any longer!
:"Let's come together! I-I think I'm… I…"
"Me too Sugar! Hold me tighter! Oh! I-"
The orgasm was explosive and all consuming, enveloping in a furious tempest of sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, it subsided like a waning tide.
"I love you, Ukyo," Nabiki whispered, deliriously happy and satisfied.
"I love you too, Sugar," Ukyo responded, "Now, are you quite done?"
Nabiki immediately snapped to, surprised to find the young chef standing at the door with her arms crossed and her left eyebrow twitching in annoyance. More out of embarrassment than modesty, Nabiki quickly covered herself with Ukyo's bed cover, "Ah… Ucchan… I th-thought you were busy in the restaurant…"
"I was, and still am, came up to my room to use the bathroom, and I find you in here…" Ukyo frowned deeper, "Is that my vibrator?"
Nabiki smiled sheepishly, "Well… it was a spur of the moment thing, so I didn't think to bring my own."
"You know, Sugar? If we weren't such good friends…" Ukyo made sure to emphasize the last word, "you could guarantee you wouldn't be leaving this room in full condition. In fact, if I didn't find this more amusing than disturbing, our friendship wouldn't even be an obstacle. And how, prey tell, did you find my 'toy stash?" Ukyo sighed, as she saw the box marked, 'David Hasselhoff fan collection box', sitting by the side of her bed. She figured that nobody would care to look in it with the label she had on it.
Nabiki blinked, looking back at Ukyo guilelessly, "It was under your dresser, underneath the false floorboard, just to the left of the spring-loaded scythe, where you always keep it."
"Nabiki, hon, shouldn't certain things have tipped you off that, well, I didn't want it FOUND?"
Nabiki blinked twice more, "You know? I notice you don't wash this thing after every use, not that I'm really complaining; it allows me to feel closer to you."
"Well, I'm usually in a hurry to hide it a…" the chef paused, as she realized what Nabiki was insinuating, "Ew…"
The middle Tendou daughter shrugged, "That's why I insisted you go to the gynecologist, so I'm not too concerned "
"I'm… I'm just gonna forget this incident, and you'll put everything back where it belonged. Try not to lose a hand while doing so," Ukyo sighed, deciding that sexual disorders were the norm in Nerima. If she wanted to deal with this, she would just go back home and live with her father.
With a sigh, Ukyo returned downstairs, really wishing that Nabiki's crush wasn't so endearing and sweet (in a strictly platonic, unsettling, being stalked sort of way). The restaurant was already busy with welcome customers, and a few a little less than welcome.
"Hey, Sugar," Ukyo greeted Akane with a cheerful smile, as raven-haired girl sat at the bar, before turning to Ranma, "Hello, Ranma."
"Ah, hey Ukyo," the pigtailed young man greeted, put down at the nearly impersonal greeting.
"So what brings you by?" the chef enquired, ignoring the small twinge of guilt she felt; hey, he started it first, ten years ago!
Akane looked towards Ranma, and then answered for the both of them, "We thought it would be nice to stop by for a visit and a bite to eat."
"Well, I guess it is nice to see you… the two of you," Ukyo quickly amended. Darn, that pang of guilt is worse than a bad case of acid reflux. "I guess it's alright as long as 'she' isn't harassing my customers."
"Hey, you and me both, Ucch-… er, Ukyo."
Ukyo sighed once again, wondering if an antacid will work just the same for her currently unsettling sensation, "Go ahead and call me Ucchan, everyone does."
"Thanks.. Ucchan," Ranma responded, smiling sheepishly, but in gratitude.
Ukyo blinked, before turning away and huffing before her blush was noticed, "Well, it's not fair to treat you different from any of my other paying customers."
Akane held back her own sigh, wishing Ukyo could at least be a bit more civil towards the pigtailed boy. Akane herself vowed she was going to spend some time with the pigtailed boy instead of the pigtailed girl, and fondled with the locket in the pocket of her jacket. She had decided that she wanted to give it to him, primarily since she thought he would be more endeared to it. Sure the redhead would like it, but it would be put off to the side as an excuse for sex.
"As if she needed one," Akane mumbled under her breath, finding mixed emotions on the notion.
"What was that, hon?"
Akane snapped to attention, and quickly put on a smile, "Oh, nothing."
"Sure doesn't sound like nothing," Ukyo mused, "It's almost as if something sharp and metallic with a heavy grip handle was cutting through the air at high velocity… almost like it's heading for us..."
Ranma just barely managed to leap from his stool, as a bowie knife buried itself into it. "HEY!"
"Wha?" Akane pulled the knife out, finding an envelope tied to the handle, "This looks like one of Nabiki's…"
"Doubt it, your sister's probably still getting her jollies off in my room right now," Ukyo counter-argued. She then realized that both Akane and Ranma were staring at her blankly, "Hey! I had nothing to do with her, I've been down here running the restaurant all morning, remember?"
"Then, who's…?" Ranma took the envelope that had been attached to the handle, and opened it. After a few moments, his expression grew flat and unamused.
"Well, what does it say?" Akane urged, wondering what managed to shift the pigtailed boy's mood.
"I'm invited to Nerima's largest Gypsy orgy ever at the old abandoned theater," Ranma responded, flatly.
"Hey, I always wanted to go-," Akane's beaming smile fell, as she saw Ranma disheartened expression staring at Ukyo's grill. Putting a hand on his back in comfort, Akane started again, "But it's not a big deal, I'm glad to be with you, enough as it is."
"And Shampoo?" Ranma almost snapped, barely holding back his bitter tone.
"Of course," the raven haired girl responded, "she means as much to me as you do." Ranma tried to favor Akane with a smile, but it fell short of his eyes. Akane tried to reinforce her smile for him, though Ranma's mood had really struck her, 'It's really starting to get to him, isn't it?'
Ukyo was mirroring the same thoughts as Akane, "What Akane's trying to say... sugar... is that she cares about the both of you like... well like family, I guess." Ukyo couldn't think of a decent word that Ranma would be comfortable with; 'family' would just have to do.
Ranma glanced up at the chef, noting the loss of the formality she had been favoring him with. His mood lightened up a bit more as she presented him and Akane their plates, "And this is on the house... for both of ya, so enjoy!"
Akane smiled at Ukyo, who sighed, and smiled back, before turning her attention to other customers. Ranma was hesitatingly eating his meal, which was better than she had expected of him in his current mood. She turned her mind towards more important matters, such as who was it that delivered the invite in the first place. Shrugging, before concentrating on her food, she decided they would find out in a short time.
"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?"
Akane rolled her eyes, as Ukyo jumped at the voice that suddenly appeared behind her, "Ryoga, what in the world are you doing back there?"
"Ah..." Ryoga grinned nervously, before he quickly zipped up his pants, "I'm not at the Rocky Mountain Oyster?"
"No, you're not, P-Chan," Akane responded in her drollest voice, favoring the lost boy with a hooded gaze.
Ryoga turned to the raven-haired girl, as if just noticing her, "Who you calling P-Chan?"
"Akane, just don't," Ranma half admonished, half pleaded. He wasn't sure what it was, but for a while, Akane had been less than friendly towards his rival in the martial arts. If he didn't know better, he would almost swear she was jealous when Ryoga was around.
"And get on the other side, Ryoga; you have no business back here!" Ukyo commanded an order which the bandanna-clad young man quickly followed. Deftly flipping over the grill, Ryoga landed on the other side, and sat on the stool on the other side of Ranma, scooting as close to the pigtailed young man as he could without falling off his seat.
"Th-thanks, Ranma... for standing up for me like that," Ryoga blushed slightly, trying not to seem demure.
Ranma raised an eyebrow, and wondered from the flush composure if Ryoga was coming down with something, "Ah, sure, we're pals, after all."
At the statement, Ryoga's heart broke once again, as it always does from just a misplaced word or two from Ranma, "Oh Ranma, is that only what you'll ever look at me as, a 'pal'?"
"Uh... well you're a rival too, if it means that much to you."
Ryoga blinked, "Um, did I say that out loud?" He chuckled nervously at Ranma and Ukyo's confirming nod, while Akane growled audibly.
Ukyo shook her head at the spectacle, "You know, Ranma, you sure have an interesting romantic life."
"Why so interested in everybody else's, you should work a bit on your own, though." Everyone turned to watch Nabiki descending the stairs from the upstairs apartment, dressed in one of Ukyo's outfits. The middle Tendou sister blushed at the attention she was getting, particularly from one girl, "Ah, I hope you don't mind, my clothes were a bit rumpled. I was kind of hoping I could throw them in your wash." A small lie, but it wasn't going to hurt anyone. Besides, there was a certain thrill, a sexual empowerment from wearing Ukyo's decidedly masculine clothing that sent shivers through her. Idly, she wondered if she should have tried on Ukyo's men's briefs, or better yet, one of her jock straps...
"Always looking for an excuse to hang out," Ukyo sighed, "Fine, but I'm gonna insist that you wait tables while you're here. If I'm gonna be busy all day, you are too." Without argument, Nabiki cheerfully nodded, and headed for one of the occupied tables.
Ukyo's amused and fond smile was interrupted by the sound of Akane clearing her throat. "So, I guess you and my sister are an item?"
"Heck no! She's been stalking me!" Ukyo rebuked quickly.
"But you don't seem to mind it," Akane teased, secretly glad to see the chef warming up to her sister.
Ukyo shifted her eyes away, "Well, she isn't a complete nuisance, and she does have her moments."
"You say the sweetest things, Ukyo-chan."
"GAH!" The young chef in question was startled for the second time in ten minutes, "DOES EVERYONE NEED TO BE BEHIND THIS COUNTER?"
"Well, I just thought since I'm being your cute little waitress for the day, you wouldn't mind..."
"Quit pouting, Nabiki, it doesn't become you," Akane drolled, and shot a withering glare over at Ryoga when he nodded in agreement with her.
Nabiki stuck her tongue out in retaliation to her younger sibling, before blinking, and spying what was in Ranma's hand, "Say, is that an ergonomic grip high black carbon steel bowie knife with a graphite-zytel finish?"
"Huh?" Ranma looked at the knife in his hands, and shrugged, before Ukyo snatched it from him, handing it to Nabiki, "Here, you want it?" The middle Tendou sister squealed in delight, before favoring Ukyo with a peck on the cheek, and skipping off."
"She, she's easy to please," Ukyo stammered at the knowing looks she was receiving from the three in front of her.
Ranma sighed, "Well, as long as someone keeps her happy. She ain't much when I'm around, I'm afraid."
"Oh Ranma," Both Akane and Ryoga cooed, before glaring at each other.
"Back off, P-Chan" Akane mouthed.
"Bite me, tomboy." Ryoga lipped.
"I don't like pork products."
"Doesn't seem to be helping you keep your 'girlish' figure..."
"You two seem to be saying a lot without any sound," Ukyo interjected.
"And you, young man, sound as if you are having issues concerning social acceptance from others."
"Oh, hey Dr. Marvin," Ryoga greeted.
The good doctor nodded in return, "Anyhow, Ranma was it? It seems that you find your relationship standing with the dear waitress over there in a bit of a confused standing, that you are solely responsible for her ills through voluntary or involuntary actions, mannerisms, or personality?"
"Heh, sounds about right," Ranma groused, ignoring how Akane's fist slammed into Ryoga's face before the fanged boy could comfort him, and attempted to do so herself.
Marvin nodded, before pulling out a blue book, "Perhaps you should-"
"NO!" Ryoga jumped up attempting to intercept the book.
"YOUNG MAN! WE ARE IN PUBLIC!"
"Ryoga, what in the hell's wrong with you?" Ranma quipped, surprised at the sudden extreme reaction. Akane watched with a bemused expression, glad that the fanged boy was making an ass of himself, as Ukyo rolled her eyes at the spectacle.
"This... ugh... book is not for... leggo... your eyes, Ranma!"
"I greatly... cease at once young man... disagree. He can... Mmm, strong... greatly benefit from it's... please, now... contents!"
With a sigh, and fearing for any property damage, Ukyo plucked the book from both men with little effort, and passed it to Ranma. Quickly, Ryoga dove after Ranma, before Dr. Marvin tackled him back to the ground.
Shrugging, Ranma opened the book, and read aloud, "Often the subject's shifting moods are as much a complication as a catalyst. Both fueling and hindering their growth of confidence, rendering them incapable of properly relating normally to society, as well as allowing them the mild delusion that they do not require socially fitting in. It is important that the subject understands that..."
Ranma blinked, and opened back to the first page, "Am I blue? A study in deteriorated confidence in Japan's youth."
Ukyo raised an eyebrow, "I thought that book was about..."
"Oh, that's just chapter four," Marvin commented with a shrug.
Akane stared flatly at the lost boy, "This is what you were so in a tizzy about?"
"Ranma's plenty confident as it is!" Ryoga argued, now comfortable with the unnatural, exciting sensation of a masculine frame draped over his back, "As much as I lov- er... do you really want him anymore obnoxious?"
Ranma grumbled at the unified nods.
Across the street on a nearby rooftop, a figure enshrouded in black lowered the binoculars from its face; from the looks of things, Ranma wasn't going to be accepting the invitation. With a snort, the stealthy figure decided that it was going to get to enjoy itself even more.
Shampoo skipped merrily to her favorite airen's house, eager to reunite with the cute raven haired girl. She thought back when she had first met her two loves, and glad at how her life had changed. Although she was begrudgingly she admitted an endearment to the pigtailed young man as well as the redheaded girl, Akane would have to be the one that bore the heirs in the family; she would be damned to suffer having Ranma's candy cane stuffed into her Christmas stocking...
"Ow," Shampoo grumbled, rubbing the back of her head and turning around. Looking down, she found what had hit her in the back of her head. She bent down, and picked it up in curiosity. It looked like a long mushroom, much like the endotake that the Japanese favored. Upon closer inspection, she wondered at the nearly opaque, gooey liquid at the tip...
"Girl, okay, how about this, he puts his mushroom into your stewpot, until you both boil over, creating a great dish..."
"ACK!!!!" Shampoo screeched, tossing down the latex, cylindrical object as if it were on fire. She turned to run, before another one smacked her in the forehead. Once again she started to hysterically scream, before one landed in her mouth, gagging her.
The black clothed mercenary continued to fire dildos at the target below from the gas powered slingshot, forcing the lavender haired Amazon to run. Continuing to herd the Chinese girl, the figure grinned at the ease of the first prey. Finally, in her blind panic, the Amazon stumbled into a pitfall, screaming one final time before she probably passed out.
Taking its finger off the trigger, the mercenary nodded in satisfaction. That 'cat trap' was laden with long, latex spears that were ribbed for her pleasure, thus keeping the lavender haired girl out of commission until she could be retrieved.
One down.
Ukyo sighed in exasperation. This had been a rather trialsome day, even by the usual standards. As busy as it was, and the brouhaha during the morning, finalized by having to constantly fend off Nabiki's advances, Ukyo was just ready to collapse onto her bed. "Geez, you would think a girl would get enough of a hint already. At least she's persistent..." Ukyo chuckled at that, "If she were a guy, I wouldn't have any qualms about her."
Ukyo stepped into her room, before her eyes caught something that hadn't been in there before. Her jaw dropped, as a trail of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, when she spied the fine Italian made men's power suit hanging against her wall. The young chef's knees nearly buckled, while she rubbed her thighs together. From just a scrutinizing observation, it looked to be cut for her form... presuming chest binders were in place and sock was stuffed properly down her briefs.
Almost hypnotized, Ukyo slowly made her way to the outfit, stripped down, and began to don the expensive men's garb. In the back of her mind, she wondered how she would thank Nabiki for it; pretty sure it was her 'stalker' that gave it to her. Perhaps she would give Nabiki one try... well the suit was pretty darn expensive, it was the least she could do...
As soon as she finished tying the tie around her neck, she felt her arms suddenly snap tight against her sides, and almost invisible twine tighten all around her. "What the...?"
Ukyo struggled against the suddenly restraining business suit, and felt a sharp pinch into her thigh. Looking down, she discovered a dart lodged into her. The thing on the chef's mind before she passed out was relief that she wouldn't have to give up her virginity to Nabiki after all.
Akane rubbed her eyes, still struggling with her sleep muddled mind as she answered the door. She had only come downstairs to see if anything had been started for breakfast, as Kasumi had been spending the night at Tofu's along with Wiggly-chan. Putting on her best possible (at the moment) greeting expression, Akane met the morning visitor, "Hello... Great-Grandmother?"
"Greetings, daughter-in-law," Cologne returned, "I apologize for bothering you at this time of morning, but I would like to request that you have my Great-Granddaughter untied, washed up, fully clothed, and returned to me for the day. I'm expecting a rather large rush at the Cat Cafe, and require her help." Cologne tilted her head, "Perhaps I could ask for your assistance as well?"
"Mmm," Akane responded, attempting to get her mind back, "She wasn't here last night, I missed her."
"Strange..." Cologne mused, "She hadn't returned last night, and she hasn't checked in since I last saw her. That is far from like her."
"I haven't seen her since yesterday morning," Akane admitted, allowing her own worry to grow. "Ranma and I will help you look for... her... is that Nabiki?"
Cologne turned around, finding the middle Tendou sister, rushing through the gates frantically, before nearly tackling her sister. "UKYO'S MISSING!"
"N-Nabiki, not in front of the neighbors!" Akane pleaded, trying to gently remove her sister's grip from her sheer nightie. The thing was rather delicate, after all.
"She hasn't been to bed, and she needs to open her restaurant in an hour!"
"Child, calm down," Cologne demanded, "How are you aware she is missing? Could she perhaps gone out for supplies?"
Nabiki shook her head, "I've been watching through her window all night, her clothes were all over the floor, and her bed's still made from when I made it for her yesterday."
"How very observant of you," Cologne drawled, as Akane resignedly shook her head, "And that also explains the full black outfit and grappling harness around your torso."
"Sis, you really are stalking Ukyo..."
Nabiki snorted, "I think it's romantic. And it's not stalking, I merely a passive-interactive associative anthropological observer."
"Same word, more syllables," Cologne pointed out, "but that's not the issue. It seems that both Shampoo and the young chef have disappeared. Maybe we should treat this situation with more concern?"
Akane nodded, finally shaking her sister off without damaging the nightie she knew Ranma (the male Ranma) seemed to enjoy seeing her in most, "I'll go wake up Ranma. Hopefully he can stay male and undistracted to help."
"I'll go check at Ukyo's to see if she returns," Nabiki volunteered."
"Try not to hang outside her window, it's not like people don't already talk," Akane drawled.
"Sis, give me a little credit," Nabiki returned with a disgusted tone, "I'll just pick the lock. She won't be there for the alarm to alert her to me breaking in, and it only took me a few times to learn how to shut it off once I was inside."
Cologne and Akane looked at each other with hooded gazes, and then turned them to the middle Tendou sister. "You do that," they both said in flat tandem.
"Whuzzup guys?" Ranma asked, as Nabiki took off running for Ucchan's, coming up behind Akane.
"Ranma, Shampoo and Ukyo are missing," Akane informed him with more than a little worry in her voice.
Ranma's expression pursed out of both concern for the young Amazon and hearing Akane upset, "I'll get on top of it." With that, he was already heading for the Tendou ground surrounding walls.
"Akane dear, perhaps it may be best if you find a safe place to remain for the time being." Cologne suggested, "Not that I do not have confidence in your abilities, but both Ukyo and Shampoo were also formidable. Whoever is behind this may be even a more wily foe for Son-In-Law."
Begrudgingly, Akane nodded, "I can head over to Dr. Tofu's. Both Him and Wiggly-chan are pretty strong."
"Yes... the tree," Cologne recalled with less than favorable attitude, "Indeed that beast is... formidable. I shall escort you to this possible safe-haven, then."
Ranma had no idea where to start, just choosing to make a beeline from the Tendou home to the Cat Cafe. Hopefully, he could find a trail that will help him wrap this all up.
Of course, he wouldn't find one, it would just find him.
Hearing the sound of something cutting through the air, Ranma twisted in mid-jump, just pulling away from the sharp blade that had been aimed for the back of his throat. Using the momentum of his twist, he kicked at his airborne assailant, finding his foot meeting against the flat of its blade.
Both combatants landed apart from each other in a crotch, allowing Ranma to get a good look at his assailant, "Wha? H-Happosai?"
The diminutive black clad figure with a black mask snorted, before tossing something in Ranma's direction. The pigtailed martial artist adjusted to swat whatever it was out of the way, before his instincts kicked in, screaming at him to avoid it.
In a last moment effort, Ranma ducked the projectile, allowing it to clash into the wall next to him, and explode. The blast sent him flying into the house across the street, causing the wall of it to collapse upon him.
Nabiki quietly stalked upstairs, fretting at either finding an irritated Ukyo waiting for her, or not finding Ukyo at all. She had dearly hoped for the former. Once again, she entered Ukyo's bedroom, and sagged at not finding her beloved chef present. Spying Ukyo's clothes, Nabiki picked them up, sniffing them to find out how recent their wear was... well that was her excuse, anyhow. As she picked them up, a slip of paper fell from it.
"Invitation to Nerima's largest Gypsy Orgy..."
Cologne was relieved that the trip to Tofu's had been uneventful. After leaving Akane in the care of its residents, the Amazon Matriarch set out to begin her search. She already surmised that Ranma would cover the route between the Tendous and the Cat Cafe, so she endeavored to search the areas that she knew Shampoo to frequent. It was half-way to the chastity belt shop that she sensed the attack.
"HA!" Cologne crowed, turning to defend against any oncoming attack with her staff, "You're three hundred years too young to defeat me... eh?"
The only thing Cologne's staff met with was the cup of a bra.
"What's this?" The ancient Amazon enquired, checking tag, "New and improved wonder bra. Guaranteed to liven up even the most decrepit troll. Prevents sagging, backaches, and Chlamydia."
Cologne looked around, ensuring no one was looking; her old bones always felt the weight of what had once been the two greatest of her prides. It didn't take long for her to realize her foolish mistake, as the odorless powder the bra was laced with began to work on her.
"Grrr," Ranma growled, no longer stunned, and pulling himself out of the rubble, "That old letch, I'm gonna make sure he regrets ever coming back to Nerima..." Stalking out of the ruin, Ranma paused, finding something his foot stepping on a cloth, "Wha? This is one of Ryoga's bandannas... What would Ryoga have to do with a Gypsy Org.."
Ranma quickly put two and two together, "Great, Ryoga's probably kidnapped too. The old pervert means business, whatever it is this time..."
Ranma landed back within the Tendou grounds softly, hoping to find Cologne or Akane present so they could compare notes on the search. Ranma already had a pretty good idea that Happosai was the one behind the disappearances, having added by circumstantial evidence that Ryoga was upon the list. He was also concerned about Akane.
Shampoo and Ryoga weren't exactly pushovers, and they were close to the pigtailed martial artist in one way or another. Akane was... closer than both of them, much closer. Since he had arrived in Nerima with his curse, he had to admit that the craziness that had surrounded them all was tied directly to him. This new incident worried him that someone was targeting him through his friends, and knew he had his lovely curse to blame for that.
Almost teleporting to the front door, Ranma stopped, and breathed a little easier at reading the note on the door.
"I am aware you may realize your concern
for your other beloved, so fear not, Son-In-Law.
We both deemed it best that she await your
return at Dr. Tofu's clinic. Once you have
completed your part of the search, we will
meet there.
Ku LoN"
Ranma began to turn away from the door, and head towards the clinic, when something about the note caught his eye. It was Cologne's note, spelling her name in katakana as all foreign words were, but the clean cut that started from the middle, and made its way all the way through to the bottom...
The pigtailed martial artist flipped up the note to study the tear, before noticing the cut wasn't just through the paper, but the door as well.
Happosai reintroduced himself by trying to ventilate Ranma's neck...
Ranma was a blur, and almost five rooftops towards the doctor's clinic when the realization immediately set in. The tunnel of vision that blurred his surroundings into one vortex only allowed for one visible sight; the path to where Akane was.
With a tremendous leap, Ranma forgone having to roof hop upon seven buildings, landing on the street before the entrance to Tofu Ono's clinic. "Oh gods..."
The front door was blown inwards, with scorch marks blackening the damaged frame. From the looks of the rest of the outside of the building, whatever happened was big.
Inside, Ranma's breath stopped at the sheer amount of damage done within, and his blood grew cold at what it meant, "Akane? AKANE! Tofu? Anyone?"
Rushing from room to room, Ranma found no trace of Akane, Tofu, or Kasumi. Fearfully, Ranma stepped back out of the last room, allowing the emotion of dread to nearly overtake him. Before it could happen, he jerked, somersaulting forward and away from whatever just grabbed his leg, "HAPPOSAI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH AK-... Wiggly-chan?"
The tree in question seemed to nod, as it crawled weakly on its branches, dragging the nearly shattered pot it stayed in behind it. In concern, Ranma rushed towards it, standing it upright, "What happened here? Where's Akane? Was it Happosai that attacked you guys? Come on, boy... girl.. whatever, you can tell me!"
In reply, Wiggly-chan handed Ranma a flyer. The pigtailed boy took it, and knew that the attendance to this 'Gypsy Orgy' was mandatory.
Ranma stood in front of the Ol' Nerima Kabuki theater, condemned recently due to the dry rot of the structure, and labeled as unrepairable under the district's budget. The only reason it remained standing was in hopes that one of the Japanese historical societies may pick up the project.
"Hmm, seems like a weird place for an orgy," Ranma dry-quipped to himself, not that he knew a proper place to hold one anyhow. He wasn't surprised to find the door wide open, even at that time of night, inviting him in. Not one to disappoint, Ranma entered, though quietly, tensing to evade in any fashion from a surprise attack.
Almost disappointed, Ranma ventured into the main auditorium uninhibited, finding all the theater seats had been vacated, leaving a baron circle around a large elevated circular stage. The lights were dimmed, except for one that shown on the foot bridge that lead onto the stage. Taking the hint, Ranma forwent the pathway, and leapt onto the stage. "Alright, this obviously ain't an orgy or anything, so you may as well drop the act. What did you do to my friends?"
At the demand, the lights immediately went off. Ranma braced for an attack, when he heard the sounds of rope growing taunt from a weight snapping them straight. When the lights came back on, Ranma found himself surrounded by everyone. "How...?"
Cologne, Ukyo, Ryoga, Shampoo, Tofu, Kasumi, Nabiki, Kodachi, and... Akane. They were all nude, suspended in the air by the ropes that bound them, circling the rim of the stage fifteen feet in the air. Every one of them was conscious, as they stared wide-eyed at Ranma, either fearful, hopeful, or accusing.
"Saotome, you best hurry up and get me down from here, or so help me..." Nabiki growled, agitated by the way the nylon rope was burning rather uncomfortably into unmentionable areas.
Ukyo turned to give Nabiki a hooded gaze, "Why you blaming him? You're the one who decided to come in her half-cocked for the rescue."
Nabiki blushed, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"RANMA!"
"I'll have you down in a sec, Akane," Ranma attempted to placate, and tensed for the jump...
"Not yet, you don't. Not after all the trouble I went to getting you here."
At the voice, Ranma looked up, finding the same black-clad figure that had attacked him earlier, suspended upside down above him, with eyes glaring intensely at him. "Y-You're not Happosai!"
The figure kicked its feet from whatever they were lodged in, deftly somersaulting to the ground and landing in a kneel, "Of course not, I made sure the old pervert was kept busy until I can deal with him later. Having him here would... complicate things." Standing, the figure removed the mask it was wearing, revealing more than just the hard staring blue eyes, "Surprised to see me, Ms. Pervert Number One?" She smirked, her dangerous smile looking completely in place with the camouflage face paint.
"It was rather obvious who was behind all this," Cologne drolled, having figured it out before she had passed out from the knockout bra.
"Who else would it have been?" Nabiki sighed, earning a nod from Ukyo.
"Oh my, it wasn't very hard to figure out," Kasumi added.
"Who is this?" Kodachi enquired.
"Lil' Suzy, some sociopathic American girl with a gun fetish," Akane answered.
"DAMN IT! COULDN'T YOU AT LEAST ACT SURPRISED?" Lil' Suzy shouted indignantly.
"I was surprised," Ranma admitted.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Suzy," Tofu greeted, "My, and aren't you a big girl?" The bullet that whizzed by his cheek told the good doctor that his patronizing was not welcome.
Keeping the gun out, the ten year old mercenary circled Ranma, "We have a score to settle, Ms. Pervert."
"Hey, don't confuse me with... her!" Ranma demanded, matching her strafing steps wearily.
"Primary Target: Ranma Saotome, a.k.a. 'Ms. Pervert Number One'. Ability to change sexes when introduced to untepid temperatures," To demonstrate this, Suzy pulled a rope, once she was next to it. Ranma was caught unaware by the deluge, cursing himself for not paying attention to the fact that she was maneuvering him to where she wanted him.
"Whaddya do that for?"
"Primary target's perverted flaw is the inability to contain her sexual appetite. This will prove beneficial, as she will have difficulty focusing."
Ranma paused a second from looking around the theater and licking her lips like a lion in a meat locker, "Huh?"
"Hard to concentrate with all the flesh on display, isn't it, Ms. Pervert?" Lil' Suzy quipped, slowly reaching behind her back with her other hand. "Some of it you've already had, some of it you can't wait to try out..."
"Akane," Ukyo spoke just above a whisper to get the raven haired girl's attention, "Doesn't Suzy sound different to you?"
Akane nodded, realizing that the girl had lost her cutesy, almost exaggerated sweet countenance, replacing it with a eerily serious and dangerous one, a lot more intelligent than she would credit a ten year old. Akane looked closer, and her eyes widened, "RANMA! WATCH OUT, SHE'S A LOT MORE DANGEROUS THIS TIME!"
The redheaded girl had already figured it out, trying her best to keep trained on the pint sized mercenary across from her. The look in her eyes, it was like the looks she had heard that old Japanese war soldiers got from seeing too much battle, or seasoned martial artists who had been in waaaaayyyy too many fights.
That piercing stare, the one that seemed to be going right through Ranma... a thousand yard stare.
"If you pardon my language, I'm through fucking around with you," Suzy stated, almost matter-of-factly.
"Geez, what set you off," Ranma-chan enquired; she hadn't even seen the girl in ages, and now she has an even bigger mad-on for her than before.
"Because of you, I've seen HELL!" Suzy retorted intensely. Nabiki, Akane, and Ranma blinked, turning to look at Ryoga.
"Hey, why am I here?" Ukyo demanded, "I barely even like the jerk!"
"Here here!" Nabiki agreed.
"Ukyo!"
"Sorry, Akane sugar, but facts are facts."
"Subsidiary target, Ukyo Konji. Sexual deviation being an 'androvestiphilliac', as well as playing with the hearts of young girls."
"What...?" Ukyo responded, shocked, as she looked around at the suddenly speculative stares she was receiving. The only one not suddenly wondering was Nabiki, who was glaring at Ukyo with a betrayed expression. "Hey! Don't look at me like that, she was coming onto ME!"
"Then I guess you want to finally settle this?" Ranma enquired, surprisingly serious for her current gender.
"I win, I put you six feet under," Suzy stated, "You win, well you get a veritable sexual feast, everyone included."
"Hmm, everyone?" Ranma parroted.
"Yes, everyone," Suzy stated, sounding more than a little irritated.
"Including you?"
"I said everyone!"
"Really?"
"You don't have to sound giddy about it," Suzy drolled.
"Oooh, Loli-" Ranma never got to complete the statement, as she was interrupted by the strong objections from Mommy and Daddy.
Suzy continued to trail Ranma, keeping the redhead within the sights of ' Mommy' and 'Daddy', emptying both clips in her opening salvo. She growled, as she continued to pull the trigger, and no rounds were being expelled.
Sensing the opportunity, Ranma rushed at the little girl, intending to end it quickly; no sense wasting stamina now, after all. Unfortunately, Suzy grinned, satisfied that her nemesis took the bait, and lobbed her empty guns at her. Ranma pack peddled, and twisted out of the way as both guns suddenly sprouted blades, and spun at her like shiruken.
While she was distracted, Suzy stomped on the ground, setting off the switch under her foot, which in turn launched a rifle from a trap door in front of her. When Ranma regained her footing, she was forced to dive out of the way of a very long, and very large hole inducing bullet.
Suzy slid back slightly from the recoil of the Mountain Eagle rifle, and knelt to brace more firmly. Drawing a bead on the redhead, she didn't fire until she was sure of her aim.
The pigtailed girl attempted to close in on the young girl, before twisting to the side, and finding the front of her shirt torn through by the bullet. Just another few inches...
Realizing that this wouldn't be a battle she could win as it was, Ranma decided it best to invoke the Saotome Secret technique. Recovering into a roll from her evade, Ranma rushed for the edge of the stage.
"You take a step off this stage, and one of them gets a bullet in your place."
Ranma came to a screeching halt, teetering on the edge of elevated platform.
"Glad you were listening," Suzy congratulated, lowering her laser sighted handgun, and taking the small red light from Kasumi's forehead.
"Alright, ain't this going a bit far?" Ranma tried to rationalize, finding this much more serious than before, "If you have a beef with me, leave it with me!"
"No, if I did that, then one of you perverts would just take up the mantle of alpha pervert," Suzy explained, "And I can't rest until every last one of you is out of existence."
Ranma went airborne, hoping to surprise the little mercenary, "Then I'm gonna have to get serious about this, too!" At home in the air, Ranma simply tumbled and spun out of the way of each bullet, as she descended upon Suzy.
"HEY! WHOA! YIKES!!!" Ryoga shouted, as the last bullet fired nearly ended his family line in a slightly less deadly way.
Ranma landed with a dart kick, crashing her foot through the stage. Unfortunately, Suzy already rolled out of the way, tossing the expended rifle away. She hammered her fist into the floor, triggering another switch, and caught the berretta that launched from another trap door. "Careful, Ms. Pervert, you wouldn't want me to accidentally hit one of your friends, would you?"
Ranma paused, realizing how much she nearly endangered just one of them. She was now grounded, trapped, and very much more vulnerable. With it all or nothing, Ranma rushed at the girl with all her speed, catching Suzy completely by surprise as she seemed to just teleport, and uppercut the girl.
The little mercenary rolled with the attack, firing off several rounds before she saw Ranma dash to her flank. Almost reflexively, she lashed out, catching the redhead in the chin with the butt of the gun, and losing it in the process. Without a weapon, she stomped the ground on another switch to retrieve another gun.
Ranma was now onto her, as she attacked the location her enemy was in, destroying that part of the stage. Lil' Suzy proved to be two steps ahead, as she dove to the other side of the stage, catching the twin uzis that launched from a trap door away from where she had been.
Still sliding on the ground, Suzy fired an intense volley at Ranma, driving her away and forcing her to duck low to avoid getting hit. Intent on keeping the advantage, the little girl rose to standing, adjusting her aim towards the low crouching figure. Thinking fast, Ranma pounded both her fists into the wooden stage, and dove into the hole.
The little soldier growled, as she saw her remaining weapons stash launch from under the stage through the side, before she was launched herself into the air. "That takes care of your little artillery, you brat!"
"A good soldier doesn't rely solely on reinforcements," Suzy retorted, lobbing a grenade at the crux of her ire. Ranma caught the explosive, lobbing it away from the stage at near escape velocity. It had well left the building before it exploded.
Nabiki raised an eyebrow, as she watched Ukyo straining, "I thought a gorgeous figure like yourself could handle hanging around."
Ukyo opened her eyes to give Nabiki a baleful glance, "I'm trying to concentrate, alright?"
"On what?" the middle Tendou sister enquired.
"Got a... ugh... extra spatula... handy."
"Handy, and where, prey tell is this 'handy' extra spatula?" Nabiki asked sardonically, inspecting and admiring Ukyo's naked form.
Ukyo blushed, "Secret compartment..."
That was then when Nabiki noticed the way the chef's stomach muscles were clenching, "You... didn't..."
"Quiet please," Ukyo requested, "I need to... hnnn... focus on not splitting myself open working this thing out... GOT IT!" Ukyo caught the gleaming weapon between her feet before it could fall to the ground, and swung her legs up towards the rope holding her. Carefully, she worked on slicing through her bindings.
"Exactly WHY did you have that in there in the first place?" Nabiki had to ask.
Figuring Ranma distracted, Suzy attempted to redraw her uzis, though not with much faith that the inaccurate spread would yield results against her impossibly fast opponent. In retaliation, Ranma kicked against the floor, shattering the wood before her, and sending the splinters sailing at the girl. Quickly, the small mercenary crossed her guns in front of her to protect her face, while allowing her durable uniform to take the sharp wood shards with no affect at all.
The redhead followed up her smokescreen, drawing back her fist for the end game. She didn't expect the young girl to be playing possum, as Suzy suddenly rolled forward, under the blow. Ranma turned to track the girl, before she felt something against her foot.
Suzy recovered from her escape at the same time Ranma was launched into the air by the grenade, and pulled out her U.S. Marine shortblade, and lobbed it at the airborne redhead.
Ranma knew victory was close. The girl had finally run out of ammo, resorting to explosives and bladed weapons. Recovering her equilibrium in the air, Ranma twisted around the knife, before landing deftly on her feet, and charging at the rather surprised looking girl. Ranma was prepared for the girl to make an evade attempt in any direction, and counter it. Unfortunately, she had forgotten one thing.
The shock on Suzy's face promptly disappeared, once she realized Ranma fell for the bait. With a serious, cold expression, she pulled out the handgun with the laser sight attached to it, taking careful aim.
Ranma wasn't sure where she managed the extra bit of speed, but she barely managed to duck into a slide, as the bullet clipped off a few stray hairs from her bangs. Her slide carried her into a kick that knocked the wind from her opponent, felling her away.
Akane Tendou started to gasp in relief, as she watched Ranma from behind as her sliding kick virtually ended the fight. Her shout of joy at her love's victory wasn't able to come, as it would have been covered by the sound of the gun reporting a second time. Her body lurched on the rope, as the wayward bullet slammed into her chest.
"AKANE!!!"
Ranma quickly turned at Shampoo's shout, just in time to see Akane swing forward listlessly, lifelessly.
"That fucking hurt," Suzy commented weakly, as she slowly came to standing. She pulled a rope next to her, causing a rifle to fall from the ceiling into her hands, "but I'm not done yet. This isn't over until you and your pervert playmates are bagged and tagged." She narrowed her eyes, when it seemed Ranma wasn't listening to her, "Ms. Pervert, I'm talking here..."
The redhead never turned around, as the dark red aura grew into existence around her. Unlike ever before, it radiated with an intensity that everyone felt, without even it expanding. This time, it didn't register to them as lust inducing, as it rocked their senses with pure malice.
Lil' Suzy thought Ranma was fast before; just barely getting the shaft of her rifle in front of her to intercept the fist she figured was aimed at her head. Sliding off the end of the stage, she tossed the two halves of her broken gun away, pulling out the sighted handgun, kicking to a kneel, and firing.
It was a shock to everyone, as Ranma's head whipped back from the direct single hit.
The little girl almost giggled, before she remembered who she was, released the spent clip from her gun, and slamming a full one in. "That was entertaining, but this was going to end tonight."
Ranma's head slowly leaned back forward, glaring hatefully at the girl, and allowing the flattened bullet to fall from her forehead.
At the sight, Suzy's moment of triumph was shattered, and her composure broke; realizing that this was checkmate. There would be no begging, pleading for mercy. Suzy simply let her nemesis slam her into the ground, pinning her by the neck, with one hand raised above her head. Her whole blood red aura consolidated into a ball in the palm of her head that pulsed heavily.
"STOP IT!" Ukyo demanded, slamming into Ranma from behind, toppling the redhead.
Ranma nearly turned upon Ukyo, who stood firmly, "YOU JACKASS! WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT? KILLING HER, OR AKANE?!?"
Ranma's eyes refocused, shocked at herself. She quickly turned to look towards the youngest Tendou girl, finding Nabiki and Shampoo working frantically to get her down. Immediately, Nabiki pushed the frantic young Amazon to the side, inspecting Akane's body, hoping that the lack of blood was a better sign than what their eyes had seen her body do.
Nabiki found her breath again, as she began to sob, "Sh-she's alive... SHE'S OKAY!"
Ranma was broken from her trance at the proclamation, and rushed forward. Ukyo knelt down before Suzy, checking on the girl, "Hey, hon, you okay?"
Ukyo blinked, finding tears escaping from the little girl's face, the same little girl that fought like a highly trained Special Forces operative. Nonetheless, she was still a girl, one desperately in need of comfort, as she lunged at the young chef, wrapping her arms around her, and breaking down completely.
Ranma repeated Ukyo's actions over Akane, her lip trembling at the weak smile Akane was trying to give her. "This... this is for you," Akane whispered, handing Ranma the necklace Nabiki removed from around her sister's neck.
Hesitatingly, the redhead took it, noticing the bullet lodged in the heart shaped locket. "Akane?"
"I'm... afraid it's a little broken," Akane managed to choke out, before passing out from the pain of her broken collarbone. Ranma's hands braced against the floor, as she attempted to hold back her own tears.
"Hot water... someone get me some hot water, damn it."