Villain

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Reflections

Ranma looked out of the window, listening how the teacher droned on about the Meiji era and how it was supposed to be one of the periods in history that they could learn about for a test the next week. He thought about how well his sheet had been accepted, the teacher looking up a few times and then discreetly asking whether he was serious.

"Of course I am serious. I want to have a change of perspective for once, so I selected that career. I'd also like you to just tell whoever asks that I filled in Martial Artist or something to do with that, since I don't like people snooping around and trying to get information about me, got that teach?" for a moment, the teacher looked at Ranma and then nodded slowly after Ranma looked at him threateningly.

You're learning…That was horrible! How dare you do something to the poor man? Threatening him! Shut up, it's good preparation for what we'll be doing next. A man needs to be wicked in this life or else he's going to go fast. But…

Ranma looked out of the window, doodling a bit on his paper, seeing that it wasn't something he should interest himself in. after all, what use did knowing how to make some calculations to design a perfect circle in all its aspects? He could use the knowledge still, but he wasn't interested in it at the moment. He looked at his hands and saw that they were slowly growing paler by the hour as the life had been draining out of his body. His ki was blocked off perfectly, making him effectively unable to use it in combat, though he would be able to find a substitute soon, he hoped that would be possible, or else he'd need to have some technological gadgets with projectile capabilities.

"And so, the perfect way to make a circle is to draw it like this and make the following calculation, as described on the board. Class dismissed." For a moment, Ranma perked up and then began to feel a bit strange as there was a silence within the room as the students filled out, then conversation seemed to pick up between students. Ranma looked at the doodles he made, seeing that there was a small drawing of a man standing over some mutilated remains and after grimacing slightly as he hadn't realized he was doodling that, making it something that disturbed him slightly.

He did feel how his senses appeared to be more sensitive, the moment that he came into contact with broad daylight, his eyes immediately shrinking and allowing him to accumulate faster to the sudden light change, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as he looked out over the school yard and sighed as he walked next to Akane, who apparently was busy with telling him about how she would be one of the best cooks that was ever going to be alive, while he pondered about the way that he would be fighting now that his ki was locked within his body. As a Ki Master, he would need to use it to boost his power, but with it locked, he wasn't able to use it as effectively. It should have killed him, it being locked away being the killing blow, but for some reason it didn't, effectively allowing him to exist without having access to most of his ki. He was sure that Happosai had noticed it and then began to try and let him talk about him. He still remembered that moment.
"Ranma-kun, is something wrong with you, m'boy?" For a moment, the old troll looked respectable in his old age, Ranma looking at him and then ignoring him, feeling a shiver go up his spine. "If you ever need someone to talk to, come see me, okay?"

He had then left by jumping through the open window, a scream from a female making Ranma sigh deeply as something about panties was screamed. There was a silence as he sat there, trying to reconnect to his ki, looking at the way that it seemed to be bottled up and every attempt to summon it resulted in failure, with his body feeling more and more tired than before.

Ranma wondered about the Ki within his body, if it acted as a reservoir of power or something more ingenious. The body that he possessed was something of art, sculpted by years and years of training to ultimate martial perfection. It would be pretty easy for it to retain its original form, making it into something that could house his ki and spirit for some time, but eventually, he figured that it would break down by intense use, since the ki was not flowing at the moment and appeared to be inert.

Ranma sat down in the room that he and his father shared, trying to reach out to his ki once more, feeling the comforting warmth of it being out of his reach. He tried to reach it, really tried to, but it didn't work, his body feeling colder still, his skin tone going to the extremely pale. For the moment that he realized he could no longer access his ki, a reaction happened that would be very strange for anyone to see.

I can't touch my ki anymore… he muttered in his mind, a whisper of sound coming from his mouth as he wrapped his arms around his knees, bringing them to his chest and then swayed slightly, looking at nothing in particular, his mind being weighted with the question that plagued him at the moment. What now?

Happosai was on his usual panty raid and didn't feel the need to go hunt more women to get their panties. All of a sudden, he was thinking about his heir, who apparently had a problem with his ki, since it was barely noticeable within him. He had attributed it to the kid's control getting better, but this just seemed strange if he was suppressing it the entire time. Something might very well be wrong with his heir and it wouldn't do to have the kid die on him while he could have done something about it.

The sack containing the clothing of several of the ladies he had molested and stolen the garments of was on his back as he bounded his way back over the rooftops, his mind thinking about how this would all need to be handled. With Ranma you never knew how he would react. Usually it was macho behavior and Happosai would have given something to see it all washed away and see the boy a crying mess about something, though the loss of a family member could do that to a person. It was just something of a malicious thought in his mind, reminded of all the times that the kid had managed to beat him by torching his wonderful panties and brassieres. He decided that the best choice of action was to confront the kid about his strange ki anomaly. It might be nothing at all or it might be something majorly complicated. He wasn't a master of Ki manipulation for nothing though, so he figured he might be able to handle something of that magnitude well, but you never knew.

Ranma still sat there, shaking slightly as thoughts of what to do now flashed through his mind, his entire being coming crumbling down now that he realized that martial arts would need to be performed with ki within the limbs to actually move them faster then normal, something that had been taken away from him at the moment, probably forever. He knew he could absorb some ki from others, but he wanted pure ki, not corrupted ki which would make him feel things that he didn't want, though anger could be a nice driving force.

If anyone had wandered into the room at that moment, they would have seen the greatest martial artist of this era being huddled together against the wall, shivering slightly with a dead look in his eyes, muttering something about it being gone.

Happosai did that same thing, standing on the window ledge and proclaiming: "You're going to tell me what's wrong with you and I won't stand any excuses!" the old man then took a look into the room, seeing Ranma look up with a dead look in his eyes. "It's gone." Was the only thing Ranma said in response, his deadened eyes looking at the old man with grief showing within them, showing the old man that there was indeed a way to make the great invincible Ranma break down mentally.

"Can you tell me what happened, Sonny-boy?" Happosai got in a relaxed position opposite of Ranma, looking at his face as he sat there in a more relaxed position, out of some instinctual reaction that he should be sitting as it should be instead of hugging his knees in a state of shock, since the man might be able to give him the answers he needed.

"I lost the ability to use ki, it's all locked away…" Ranma muttered as he looked up at the man, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was unable to use ki now and that it would be futile for him to try and get usage of it once again. "Okay, can you explain what happened to you to make you loose your ki using abilities?"

Happosai knew that when facing people that were depressed about something, being nice and gentle usually made then snap out of it when you got them comfortable, or even getting them angry when being all pushy, though that was unlikely to work against Ranma. Ki abilities aside, Ranma probably had a greater speed using his normal muscles to work then him, due to his advanced age and his weakening bones.

"I got into a fight with a retard wearing spandex and then somehow he shut down my life-force, as he called it. I couldn't call upon my ki anymore so in a last ditch effort, I kicked him in the groin which should have knocked him out cold. He apparently was surprised I was able to remain standing. I think his name was brainman or something, though I can't really remember…" Happosai looked at his heir with a critical eye, looking him over for a few minutes before answering. "Did that man do something to you to shut down your ki? Maybe touch you, did something to your mind?"

He was starting to suspect that Ranma had run afoul a supervillain or a superhero and had ended up angering the person and then getting his life-force locked away. He could sense very little ki within Ranma's body, which was something that should have made him go into a coma, but somehow by a miracle, Ranma's body was still breathing and talking, so that should indicate that he still had at least a bit of his ki left to sustain his life. There was a big block and ki was constantly being broken off b y the body because it stagnated behind the block. "Ranma, can I touch a few points on your body that might be able to help?" he asked, looking at the teenager to see that he was already pulling off his shirt, getting up to allow him better access.

Soon, he was standing on a chair to get a better picture and saw that the block was complex enough to make even the most outstanding ki masters be puzzled. "Ranma, tell me about that brainman, was he using some sort of mind manipulation on you? Also, tell me why there is a phone number on your back, with the words: Call me, written in English?"

Ranma looked at the old man, feeling that he could trust the man with this, but looked around to check if anyone was listening with them. He had been feeling a bit cheered up by the fact that the old man was willing to listen to him, had even come to him asking what the problem was and he was actually answering all the questions the man had asked. "Well, I met this woman that brainman was attacking, so she probably wrote that on my back with the note to call her or something, since she will probably be the one that'll be guiding me on career day. She was a supervillain by trade apparently, I only interfered because she was getting smacked around and I really hate seeing girls in pain and hurt by people who could easily control themselves… Well, after that, I awoke to see this big-ass spider on my chest looking ready to devour me. After that, I talked a bit until it was time to get back here and eventually, it came to that." Happosai nodded slowly, thinking about all of it and then coming to a conclusion, one which Ranma wasn't going to like.

"Well, Ranma m'boy, I got a sad announcement for you. Due to a superhero having locked away your ki, or life-force as he called it, I'm unable to fix it since apparently he's installed mental blocks to disable any release of the life-energy other then through his own manipulation. I'm sorry, but I can't help and neither will Co-chan." For a moment, Ranma stared at him with wide eyes, looking at him as if looking within his very soul and then his head sunk low, his eyes downcast as he thought about the way that things would end now. His father would at least cast him out of the family for being unable to manipulate his ki and he'd probably get his head lopped off in the attempt since it was unmanly or something by his mother. Who was he going to figth now, with no ki at his disposal to do one of his more dangerous techniques. He knew that his muscles were still intact and able to deliver some damage upon the enemy that would attack him but it would not help him in an extended battle.

He looked at the old man with sorrow in his eyes. "What can I do now?" for a moment, the old man was speechless as he saw the defeated look in Ranma's eyes, making some small effort to comfort the boy but fdailing at it miserably. The feeling about the way that he had lost all of his ki was still within him, making him feel angry all of a sudden, for his lack of power.

Happosai watched his heir stand up with an angry glint in his eyes. Shit, his depression has turned to anger… This might not end well… indeed it didn't. moments after the thought, a fist whizzed by his face as Ranma's anger turned onto him, making this a dangerous place to be due to the destructiveness that Ranma apparently seemed to possess.

Ranma on the other hand seemed to feel nothing of discomfort as the rage had welled up within him. One moment, he had been sad and then, a blossoming rage kicked in, making him feel so angry at the old man for telling him that he no longer had any access to his ki. He could feel something deep within him burst as he looked at the old pervert and felt the rage blossom within him, the next strike being a backhand which sent the old man out the window, onto the lawn.

There was a silence as Ranma jumped after him, the old man going into a ready stance and just blocking for a moment, the moves making sense to him now, his speed still unchanged even though he wasn't using his ki to move faster, being as fast as normal. There was a movement in the corner of his eye and he grabbed the offending object, only to see Ryouga at the other end of it. A punch to the collarbone was enough to send the lost boy back a few meters, a loud crack coming from Ranma's hand as he watched how a few fingers looked to be broken, a sharp stab of pain lancing through his body. Slowly he watched as the fingers began to bend back to their normal positions, the feeling of pain dissolving immediately as another punch flew at him, which he ducked under, delivering a nearly bone shattering kick to the crotch of the lost boy, who doubled over in pain as his family jewels were being mangled by the force of the kick. There was a silence as there was a wind blowing with Ryouga being doubled over from the pain and Happosai wincing in pain.

"Come on now, Ranma m'boy, you can't go on and attack us all. I know you're angry, but anger is not the way to take away the feeling. Relax and let the anger go…" the sentence was roughly silenced as Ranma kicked him into a wall, making the old man peel himself off, only to be roughly grabbed by Ranma as he lifted the old man in front of his face, his eyes glowing slightly red, though that could have been a trick of the light. "Old pervert, this has gone on long enough. I can't accept it! It's gone…"

A shudder went over Ranma and he closed his eyes slightly, slits giving him view as he looked at the old man's wrinkled face. "You know nothing of my pain!" his voice changed all of a sudden as the old man's ki seeped into his body and made him feel pleasantly warm, a taint also seeping in and making him feel uncomfortable with being around men, the feeling urging him to go to women and do some things with them that weren't exactly honorable. For a moment, he looked at the man before he let loose an animalistic snarl, his rage rising as he saw red.

Happosai knew that by feeding him some of his ki, the kid might calm down a little or go into a fullblown rage, which could end up very dangerous for anyone in the surroundings.

For a moment, his life flashed before his eyes, his mind being focused on the hand that came at him full speed, being snapped away suddenly by something.

For a moment, Ranma could feel triumph as the old man was about to be finished and another problem being out of his life forever, but then felt how something strong wrapped itself around his arms and then brought him to the ground, making him grunt slightly and wriggle to get free.

"Apparently you got a bit of an anger management problem, kid." A smooth feminine voice said and Happosai looked to see a young woman of around 20-25 stand there, dressed in some of the most revealing outfits he had ever seen on a non-super empowered woman. For a moment, he watched the monument of feminine glory, until he saw the spider tattoo on her stomach, seeing how it matched her attire, which held the same spider motif and the webbing that she was holding in her hands. Shit… a superhero? If that's the case, no bra for me… I still remember the kick that other woman gave me, the one with the red and white with the high boots in blue living in America… now THAT hurt…

"It's logical for him to be angry though. He told me all about you, Happosai… And due to a little detective work on my own, I found that you all will not be missed by the populace… Currently, I'm not up to your level, but I'll have some use for Ranma since he and I will be working together in the near future." A myserious smile came to her face as she looked over at the bound martial artist. "Calm down a bit would you? Get over the fact that you can't use your life energy anymore and start using your body to its full potential. You're as fast as ever without using that life energy you seem to be so fond of so why bother?"

Ranma calmed down slightly as he began to think about it. If he still was able to hit the elderly martial arts master, had his speed really decreased so much? His punches had felt more powerful too, even without having used ki. And then there was the fact of his bones and skin healing so fast that it was visible to him. He closed his eyes and entered a place in his mind where he often spent his time meditating when he couldn't sleep.

When he reached that special place, he saw that it was still the peaceful pasture that it had become the first time he needed to meditate, as a suggestion from one of his old sensei. There was a silence in the pasture as he stepped inside it. Within it, birds were chirping and a platform stood there, with a comfortable western chair to relax in. the moment that he seated himself, a calm settled over him as he looked through the pasture, watching how little animals crawled and how the sun shone on him, his entire being getting relaxed on a mental level, his anger having disappeared entirely. He got out of the comfortable chair, thinking about how he would need to face the real world once again and the entire world around him disappeared, giving him back the normal worldview that was perceived by the people present.

"Could you get me out of here?" was the first thing he asked as Aracha dropped down from the wall she was standing on and then began to get the spider silk off his body, removing it swiftly by using some clawed extensions on the gloves that she wore, a new addition or maybe he hadn't noticed them before.

"Now, are you done with getting angry? Yes, good." Ranma nodded at her question and then watched as she looked at the old pervert and then grinned in a womanly fashion. "Can you keep watch over him for a little while, until he gets his career day? I doubt I'd be able to sneak away from my apartment during the day, with that brain geek still out there looking for me." Happosai nodded slowly, watching how the woman's bust heaved with every breath that she took, being well endowed and pretty good looking for her age, with the outfit giving her a new sense of sexuality due to a lot of skin being on display for all to see, though from her movements, he could see that she was alert as a bunny, ready to get away at a moment's notice. There was a silence as Ryouga crawled up to see Aracha and then fainted due to blood loss as she was apparently too unclothed to keep any lecherous thoughts from surfacing in his brain, thus making it a sure possibility that he'd need some therapy if he ever got the idea to head over to America in his travels, or even had been there but in the winter season, being there without any women taking opportunity of the hot weather to take a topless sunbath.

Ranma smiled slightly, like a child and then breathed out slowly, looking at Aracha and then at Happosai. "If she hadn't stopped me, you'd be a smear on the wall, letch." It was more a statement then a real sentence, his eyes looking at the man and then closing slightly as he toppled over, hitting the ground with a thump. "Does he do that often?" was the first question that she asked the old letch who shook his head. "First time I see him go unconscious. Must be the stress." They nodded together and Aracha bade Happosai farewell with the instruction to stay away from her apartment or else be food for Jerry.

For a moment everything was peaceful as his mind swam in oblivion, his entire being focused on having nothing to do and relax, until a wave of memories came to the fore, his brain replaying everything that had happened to him that should have evoked his anger, but hadn't.

He watched himself tumble into the pit tied up with fish sausages, looking around as the cats began to scratch and yowl, making him feel small and angry at the cats that were mauling his body. He watched as cuts appeared all over his body and healed altogether when they left that spot alone for a moment. Then, he watched as his small body was tossed in again, with fish strapped to the back and the front, to make his young self learn the technique faster. He wondered about this, why he didn't get angry after this technique, but soon found out why.

The pit exploded with ki as the Neko-ken took possession of his body, turning him into a berserker modus which attacked Genma in a rage, before going to the old lady who calmed him down and returned him to his human mindset. He watched as memories came by of fights, where he never even experienced anger, somehow feeling that there was something brought on by the Neko-ken harvesting all his anger and making it inaccessible for him. There was a silence in his mind as neither of the voices spoke up, until he came to his last memory, the battle of Jusendo.

There, he was shown as calling upon all of his anger and channeling it into one final attack. They had said that he might be the only one who knew what really had happened to him, since he had apparently blacked out and forgotten the memories, but what he now saw was a cat-like aura around him, ki claws at his hands as he watched how the Phoenix god was literally ripped apart by his claws, not a twister like they had all said they saw. He could feel the burning rage dwelling beneath te surface and all of a sudden, he got a glimpse of what really was there.

Blood red eyes stared at him mercilessly for a moment, a clawed paw being there, looking malignant as the claws were jagged and looking broken, but appeared to being perfect condition and razor sharp as there was a silence before the darker, malignant voice spoke up.

Ranma… It has been a long time since we last met… Do you remember the pit? You gave in to me at that moment and ever since, I have lived within you. Do you remember how much torment we both faced? Do you remember the agony we felt as that firebird hurt us? The feeling of our skin being seared off, until you tapped into my power and released your potential? Yes.

He was feeling calm at the moment as he looked at the demonic cat that was still in his mind's eye as darkness stretched out now, his mind being a dark plane with nothing to see, only to hear the voice of the cat as it spoke. Long I have waited until you would break the seal upon yourself.Seal? What seal?

For a moment, he got a vague image of his father pressing something against his skin and muttering something before he felt the urge to follow his father to wherever he might go and train hard. There was a blank after that. He used us. He wouldn't! He's my father. Our father! We are as one, one in mind and spirit, though not in body. Our presence is what keeps you alive, our own energies strengthening our body beyond what mortals would normally posses in body strength. I must leave soon, since this is only a memory but I will leave us some wise advice: Never be controlled! Be the controller! What's this Us you are talking about? You're separated from me, right? No, we are linked and as one. I am merely a memory of us that exist because of Us merging in that pit, giving you an increased healing ability and enhanced body strength and agility. However, due to Us being together for so long, our abilities will continue to enhance your body, but it will not allow you to look like what This One looked like before Our merger. You're some sort of demon cat? No, we are one. I'm a demon cat? No, you have the abilities of one. Explain that one more time please… Our time is drawing short, child. We shall not meet again, for we will merge fully now, Our bodies joining completely and all of your potential being unlocked at that moment. What?

On the outside, nothing happened, save for the fact that Ranma's skin got paler and paler, until it had almost a corpse-like coloration. There was a silence between the super villainess and the old martial artist, who watched as Ranma thrashed a bit, his body bending at weird angles as a shrill sound came from his mouth and fangs appeared in it, along with his teeth getting sharper. His eyes opened once to show that they were slowly growing darker and darker, until nothing more of blue color appeared.

A silence fell over the area once more, not even a sound being made by the birds as the transformation of the life-force of the martial artist named Saotome Ranma into something else altogether was completed slowly but surely.

Nobody would know just what would happen to the martial artist as his body was changing ever so slowly, his senses being enhanced beyond their normal limits, allowing him to hear, see, smell, taste, feel everything better, coupled with tissue regeneration increasing to phenomenal levels.

Ranma could feel none of this, or else he would have screamed. Unconsciousness was bliss for the child as he grew in length, his body growing taller. Happosai looked at the unfortunate boy before deciding that it was best if he was brought to his room. Aracha looked at the sight of the convulsing martial artist and then sighed deeply. "I'll go home and see if he's alive when career day rolls around. Later." With a bound, she was gone from the soil, leaving only a small print behind as evidence she had been there.

Ranma, please survive. I'd like to have a partner who is as good in kicking goody two shoes butt…

This chapter was pretty hard to write since it essentially goes on about Ranma's reflections on his life and the revelation of one of his voices being a cat demon that fused with his flesh to let him survive because it saw something within Ranma. What it saw within Ranma I won't reveal yet, that'll feature later. Anyhow, I have noticed the rather high review count for this and conclude that this was a good idea to write since its original and different from the usual drivel that you read about Akane being bashed and Ranma belonging to one fiancé or something like that, something which I think to be bland and boring, but that could be due to some mental problems I had the past year so my opinion is a bit addled to my own perspective.

Anyways, I hope that you all will continue to review it and I hope to see some really long reviews as I will dedicate some more time to write a new chapter which might be published on Sunday due to small problems with writing tomorrow, due to having to go to town to get my picture taken since I happen to be out of pictures of myself to carry in my wallet for some ID I need to get because my government thinks it's a good idea…

Anyways, I hope to receive some good creative reviews about this…

As an extra incentive to get the creative reviews I want to see, I have compiled another review tally for you…

15 reviews continuation

20 reviews continuation with a bit more effort to get it done in time with about 5000 words for it…

25 reviews might make a few very nice descriptions of some things

40 reviews gets done within the day and will have descriptions that are detailed and some dialogue that will be classified as naughty by some… (45 reviews it got me until now so… I hope to see some people give me around the same number of reviews… A man can hope, can't he?)

Thanks for all the nice reviews.

Next chapter, expect the career day…