Villain

Disclaimer; I do not own Ranma ½. Neither do I own any of the other series that will probably occur in here, though I will tend to work on my dialogue at least a little bit as I write this. Dialogue is a problem with me, I have realized since it tends to sound really fake to people, though people assure me I can give a pretty good motivational speech. Also, my classmates ask me to do a demonic speech every day, to give the demonic speech to bolster their spirits…

Career day!

Ranma felt pain. It was agonizing and made him feel like his bones were on fire. He groaned loudly, hearing a soft voice say that he should rest since he wasn't feeling well. He heeded the advice and sunk into sleep.

Kasumi looked at the young man on the futon, watching how Happosai looked up at her and sighed a sigh of relief. "Kasumi-chan, could you go fetch some tea for an old man? I'll keep watch over Ranma, he'll be safe with me around." The young woman nodded and went to get some tea for the old man as the same old man bent over Ranma, studying him carefully. A small bit of his eyes was visible and from the way that his body was shaking it was pretty apparent that Ranma was still undergoing a bit of a change as his body was still growing a bit. A sheet had been thrown over him as his old clothing didn't fit him anymore. For a second, Happosai thought he might have seen something move in the room but he dismissed it as getting sleepy.

Ranma had been out for at least two days, or at least it had seemed like two days, making him feel a bit uncomfortable by staying around the kid for so long. But he knew that it would need to be done, since Rankma was very vulnerable at this moment, due to him being unconscious. A martial artist being unconscious especially one with so many enemies like Mousse and Ryouga around was just someone who needed his protection, as much as any innocent would need. There was a silence in the room as Ranma slept peacefully, until Akane came in.

"When will you just WAKE UP!" throwing a bucket full of cold water over him, she thought to wake him up, having gotten fed up with the way that he was sleeping so long, her mind having already forgotten that Ranma had been in an accident and had hurt Ryouga in the process. She didn't like to see Ranma picking on Ryouga, so she had been stewing on revenge on the pigtailed martial artist, especially after she heard the lost boy say something about Ranma having made him seen hell by kicking him there. She didn't know where exactly but by the limp he had, she could imagine where ranma had given him a kick. For a moment, she grew enraged with the boy, which festered in her mind as she made her mind up to get him awake and then give him his just deserts for hurting one of her friends.

Ranma could feel the cold water splash over him, giving him the feeling that it was colder then it usually was, the blood within his veins slowly beginning to warm up, his blood flow returning to him, black blood having replaced the red blood, the blood having merely changed attitudes, bringing oxygen and other products to the necessary organs that needed them. For a moment he gasped for air, look8ing up to see Akane stand over him with a bucket in her hands., her eyes looking straight at him and a natural reaction took over, hi9s hand lashing out towards her face, claws beginning to grow immediately as his hand swung through the air, until they were a good few inches away from their starting point, scratching Akane's nose in an instinctual move, the other hand following up, the claws on that being longer and more able to cause serious damage, until Happosai grabbed it and held it there, Akane looking at the clawed hand as it fell back to the ground, looking at the blood that came from her nose, then walking out of the room and then going to Kasumi to get her nose bandaged.

Ranma on the other hand had the urge to go and rip out her throat for being threatening to him, making him mad at being awakened like this, though his body was not female like he had thought it would be. There was a silence as he looked at Happosai and then groaned slightly as his bones creaked slightly as he got up after having rested for so long. There was a silence as he stretched, some bones popping into place again and making him feel a bit better at the moment.

"What happened? All I remember was pain and a lot of sounds around me… and why do I hear Akane speaking with Kasumi in the distance? My eyes hurt too, like I'm hyper-sensitive to light or something…" Happosai looked at the youth and then gave a small smile as Ranma looked around; feeling a bit put off balance apparently due to the influx of new sounds and smells apparently.

"I think you are perceiving things a bit different now since you apparently unlocked some sort of power within yourself that makes your body stronger and faster without using ki. That is the only thing I have managed to figure out. Other than your five senses, can you tell me how you feel right now?"

Ranma thought about this as he looked around, seeing that there was a fine layer of dust around him on the floors and such, watching how the small specks of dust appeared as he moved around. There was a silence as he looked at the old man and then coughed silently, the sound being heard as if it was amplified by a giant speaker. He scrunched up his eyes as he heard it and then whispered ever so silently: "I don't feel any pain, but it's actually the sounds that I hear that make me feel any discomfort… "

Three days later, Ranma sat down in the school bench, watching how everyone else was excited about the career things they would learn. He had heard from his sensei that there was a young woman who had volunteered to teach him something about his chosen career, but that she would arrive later due to a problem with the traffic or something. Ranma didn't mind, actually he liked it. He didn't want anyone to know that he had chosen a career as a super villain because it would immediately single him out as a target for any of the so-called good members of the Nerima Wrecking Crew that would go after him to put him to justice/death or marry him and get him to redeem himself.

He watched as there were clouds of life energy wafting through the air, following their corresponding student. He had figured out how to see them and it was amusing how they seemed to be always around everyone but him, since his had been slowly burned from his body by the energy that had been rightfully his. His rapid regeneration had saved him when Akane had thrown himself into the kitchen in her upset mood and had begun to cook to get her mind off things and had force-fed him the stuff that he swore moved around a bit and gave an agonized gasp.

As he looked around, he could see that Hiroshi and Daisuke were anxious to meet whoever was going to show them what the career they had picked did entail.

Yuka and Sayuri were talking to Akane about how they would be nice hostesses and if Akane knew about who she was going to be taking the career experience lessons from. Akane was telling them how good a cook she would eb, something which made Ranma feel a bit pained at the person going to take her under their wing for a week, a change in the plan to give people a more hands on experience, that being the explanation for the thing.

Ranma watched how a woman dressed casually entered and looked around, apparently matching a face to a picture and then walked to Akane and smiled benignly at the girl. "Tendo Akane? My name is Hironagi Hitomi and I'll be your career guide for this week in your chosen career option, Would you please follow me?" Akane got up with a bright smile on her face as she followed Hitomi out of the classroom, apparently to the car of the woman since the class would have to go to the workplace of their career guides.

The next person to step through the door was a woman dressed in a stewardess outfit, calling a few girls who followed her like nice little puppies, Ranma mentally picturing them as little doggies running after the heels of the stewardess. There was a momentary pause, until a man flew through the window, one that he recognized well enough that the image was burned into his brain. There was a pause as Ranma inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "Urashe Hiroshi and Megaye Daisuke, please follow me. I will show you how you can become a superhero like me, the amazing Brainman!" for a moment, Ranma's gaze rose to meet the superhero's gaze and a look full of hate was sent at the man, Ranma going unnoticed since he had opted to wear the standard uniform for once. He looked at the man as he appeared to be unharmed and then led Daisuke and Hiroshi out of the building, apparently to get them tested for any superpowers. There was a long silence after the superhero had exited the room, which Ranma broke by saying; "Now you all see how gay superheroes are…"

That statement was met by laughter from the students as they recovered from the shock of what the superhero named Brainman had been wearing… a pink spandex outfit that seemed to outline muscles and other thing with a huge B emblazoned upon it, something that made Ranma feel glad he hadn't picked a superhero career as his choice and had gotten a live villainess to give him some career advice.

One by one, the students left after being picked up by their career guides. Ranma and a girl named Ayame were left in the room until a ninja dropped down from the ceiling and gave her a ninjato, which she accepted and in a puff of smoke they disappeared, the ninja being cheerful and bright like one should not be when being a ninja. There was a silence as the teacher sat on his desk, wiping some sweat off his forehead as he waited for Ranma to be picked up.

All of a sudden, a loud scream came from outside and Ranma watched how a gigantic spider appeared to be floating in the air, until he saw through it that it was merely some gigantic illusion which popped out of existence as Aracha dropped through the window, hitting a desk in the process and shattering it, making the teacher jump as she looked at Ranma, who had dodged a flying desk in the process of getting away from the window. For a moment, he looked at Aracha and then smiled. "You're my career instructor, right?"

A smile was sent back at him which was decidedly more cheerful then his and the teacher shrank back as she looked at him. "Teacher-dude, I'm taking Ranma here to get him some new threads, so I'll leave now. Don't expect him to be back tomorrow either, since this'll be a fulltime commitment for him and I don't want him to slack off. I know you Japanese guys are all about punctuality and that students are required to be brought back home and stuff, but it's not going to work with this kind of career. You need to be active 100 of the time so tell his relatives that he's staying with his career coach, okay?" with that she beckoned and jumped through the window, Ranma looking at the man who stood there, looking at the window. "Teach, don't you dare breathe a word about my career to anyone when you call the Tendo house. You don't want to have an unfortunate accident, right?"

Ranma's threat hit home and the man whimpered, Ranma thinking nothing about his threat. In fact, it hadn't really settled in that he had threatened the man quite yet, his mind adapting to his manner of moving and his manner of thinking. It had all grown darker over the days, his mind being rewritten slightly as his darker emotions manifested themselves. The reaction with Akane had been his anger lashing out at her for being so rudely awakened while he had been unconscious for a few days, which apparently made miss high and mighty think she had some sort of dibs on getting him awake again…

Ranma jumped on the window ledge, looking at Aracha who was busy with jumping onto the next roof, eight hundred meters away. With a single leap he covered about 30 yards, his feet hitting the ground running, his momentum carrying him forwards as he jumped once more, on top of a lamppost, then continuing his jumping by jumping atop a moving car, propelling him further up by allowing the car to give him additional lift by making sure that he had a bit of a bounce in his legs and using them to propel him upwards.

Soon he was behind her, watching how she jumped over every gap in the rooftop maze and then softly tapped her on the shoulder, only getting a look thrown his way and he narrowly evaded someone's antenna, watching how the metal bent as one of his shoes had hit it on the dodge he had attempted and not quite made.

"We're going to get you some new threads, Ranma. After that, you're going to face me and I'll see just what kind of powers you have, so we can train them and maybe later go get us some food." She said as she jumped over a rather large gap, with him following and a question blossoming in his head. Threads? What is she talking about?

"What are threads?" for a moment, she looked at him and then shook her head. "Clothes. I can't believe you didn't… oh wait, you're Japanese so you wouldn't really know slang… Anyways, we're going to get you a new outfit. Don't worry, I'll pay for this one and the next one you'd be able to afford later on, ok?" he nodded, trusting her judgment. Soon they came at a shop in the middle of Tokyo after having crossed most of the city by using the rooftops.

"Hiromi's Goth store. This looks like a nice place to get something nice for you. It mustn't be form fitting, though that would certainly bring out your nice body…" she muttered as she dragged him inside the store, which was done up entirely in black with some black candles burning on the side to give lighting as they traversed the shop's racks of clothing, quickly ending up in the male's section.

Ranma watched as she went through a row of shirts until she apparently found something that apparently seemed to match him. "Could you try this on? I want to see how it'd look on you." For a moment, he looked at the shirt she was holding up, then heard someone move behind him and turned around, getting in a low stance, ready to defend himself only to come face to face with a girl who looked to be no older than 18 an who was wearing some clothing that looked to be from the 18th century or something, but also appeared to have some influence from modern times. "Can I help ya pick an outfit, sir?" Aracha looked at the girl and then smiled. "Ah, how nice of you to come help out. I need to get a nice outfit for this guy so he can look cool and evil in his new career as a supervillain. You think you can help out?" the girl nodded and then blew a bubble with some gum and then went over to the rack, while motioning for Ranma to go dress himself with the shirt that Aracha had given him.

"Oh, that doesn't look to bad, does it Yumi?" was the first thing he heard when he stepped out of the dressing room, watching how the shop attendant was watching him while having some clothing ready for him in her hands. A shirt was also draped over her hand as she handed them and he was sent back into the dressing room.

As he undressed himself, he thought about how this might end, having thought about how this all would end and a conclusion coming to him about becoming the best in the world, eventually having looked up something on the internet about supervillains only to find that there were some superheroes that had eventually managed to band together and make a prison where supervillains could no longer exercise their powers, effectively locking them in that place and then making sure that they never got out. He slipped into the pants, feeling how the fabric was as soft as silk while also looking somewhat cool being all in black. The shirt that he had been wearing was replaced with a shirt that seemed to mould itself against his skin, making it not spandex but something else, something that was far more supple and able to stick to his body. There was also a trench coat-like coat for him to wear and he stepped outside while looking at the girls, who both looked at him and Aracha gave him an appraising look while the shop attendant named Yumi gave a small smile.

"Okay, punch a few times in the air to see if it allows you to move comfortably." Ranma punched the air 0once, feeling how the fabric began to move with every movement of his muscles, the feeling being not uncomfortable at all. For a moment, he waited until another punch was delivered and a ripping sound was heard, the trench-coat ripping in two.

"Oops. Gomen nasai, Yumi-san…" he apologized to the girl as she looked at the trench-coat and then shook her head. "Isn't a problem sir. It could have happened to anyone. Maybe a cape would suit you better?" for a moment, Ranma looked at her and then slowly nodded, watching how she retreated to a rack which held some capes without any emblem on it and then showed him a huge black one, which apparently went well with his outfit. There was a silence as he got himself out of the coat and the cape fastened itself around his neck. He looked at her and then smiled, his pale face standing out from the blackness that was his cape.

There was a silence in the air as he looked at the ladies, getting into a waiting pose by doing the classical pose of a villain he had gotten from the movies, his two hands crossed over his chest, a glare on his face.

Akane Tendo on the other hand was looking at a state of the art kitchen, her career guide explaining that she would first make a dish and Akane would need to replicate that. Akane waited patiently until the dish was prepared, the fish having been grilled after being cut in small cubes that were then grilled and a sauce made of some creamy stuff from a jar and some celery.

Hitomi stepped back and looked at Akane, who stood there looking at the dish and then looked up at her and smiled brightly. "Can I try it now, Hitomi-sensei?" "Sure, go ahead…" Akane went to the ingredients that had been laid out and was beginning to chop the meat in nice organized cubes, her aim being slightly off due to her being focused on the task, but still being acceptable. There was a silence in the kitchen as Akane began to mix the sauce, adding some extra spices to 'spice it up' a little since it appeared to be so bland, then put the sauce away as she began to grill the fish.

Hitomi returned from the toilet after five minutes of leaving Akane alone, having trusted her not to make too many mistakes, only to be forced to duck as a massive tentacle swung past her and she could hear a battle cry from Akane as she appeared to be fighting it with a battle cry that was a mix of Ranma with baka and die mixed together with strangled cats as a chorus.

"How the hell did this happen?!" she asked Akane once the tentacle thing was dead and no longer twitching. "I decided that it was a bit too bland so I added some extra things…" Hitomi sent her an uncomprehending look as her jaw became unhinged and hung somewhere near floor level. "You call this a bit of taste enhancement?"

Hitomi was looking at the girl who was still smiling at her with those radiant eyes and then looked at the tentacle which was twitching, stepping onto it and watched it give a death cry and then become still. "Yes, I think everybody would love to taste it… And if nobody wants this, I'll just feed it to Ranma, that baka."

"Who's he?" she asked, almost dreading the answer. Akane didn't seem to pick up on her tone and cheerfully told her. "Oh, he's my dummy of a fiancé. He's so stupid, always refusing to eat my cooking, so I force it down his throat. So, what will we cook next, I'm ready for the next thing!"

Ranma, whoever you are, I pity you… was the last thought before she went into lecture mode. "First of all we will clean up this mess you've made and we won't stop until this entire kitchen is spotless, Akane-chan." Akane nodded vigorously and began to get out a huge shovel with which she began to scoop up the mess she had made, placing it into a garbage bin, which began to smoke a little bit as the caustic contents of the shovel's blade.

Hitomi began to groan as she knew that this girl had ruined a kitchen that had taken her a few years to get together, keeping everything spotless and clean after having purchased it, being a renowned chef after all. She looked at the devastation wrought by a simple girl who appeared to be so bad in cooking that she would need to be monitored at all times, since she could create a virtual disaster with her cooking, the way that she had managed to cook up this monster being one of the strangest ever, making her feel truly sorry for her if she made it to be a professional chef. She knew that she would have to make sure that Akane never went unseen so she might be able to prevent another disaster from wrecking her kitchen…

Hiroshi and Daisuke were standing on the top of the building that Brainman used as his base, having bought the entire upper floor and roof as his domain and general hideout. There was a silence as they stood there, looking at the superhero as he scanned their minds.

"You both have no talent in the mental arts, I can tell by going through your minds. However, you might possess some other talent that could help the forces of justice. Cut yourself with this knife to see if you have any regenerative powers." He gave Hiroshi a knife he had hidden within his boot, watched how the boy cut himself and the cut appeared to bleed, not seal itself immediately like was the case with any regenerating superhero. The knife then passed to Daisuke, who cut himself and only a small rivulet of blood ran over the blade as the wound sealed up pretty fast, making Brainman smile slightly as he recognized the regeneration factor of 2 times faster than any normal human, which was slow for a superhero, but could probably be used well enough. Life-threatening wounds it wouldn't take care of, but the kid could probably have some sort of job as protector of the neighborhood. "Next, you both punch me with all your strength."

As he had said that, the two students looked at each other and Daisuke lashed out first with his fist, putting most of his power behind it and then hearing a crack as his hand broke against Brainman's chest, it still being solid enough to fend off most hits from a normal human. Hiroshi's fist hit the chest of the hero too, and Brainman deduced that neither possessed super strength, which was rather lucky for him since he wasn't too hand to hand combat oriented, though he knew some basic martial arts like Judo and Jujitsu.

"Brainman-sensei, what's next on the list?" Hiroshi asked, feeling a bit saddened about the fact that he didn't seem to have a super power but that his best friend Daisuke did have one, regeneration apparently. Suddenly, he could feel how his hand seemed to get warmer and he yelped in fright as it was being engulfed in flames, dancing over the skin and causing him to feel the warmth, but suddenly it didn't seem to bother him anymore.

"Fire manipulation… Hmm, you two seem to fit the criteria for superheroes pretty well, save for the attitude and attire. Come on, follow me, I know a shop where we'll be able to get some uniforms for you." Hiroshi and Daisuke looked at Brainman and then followed him, keeping up with his brisk pace as he had started to walk through the exit of the roof, leading to the staircase.

Ranma watched himself in the mirror, his eyes glowing slightly red as he noticed their color, thinking it was a bit odd, but not disconcerting. After all, his mother did have brown eyes and his father too, his eye color being originally blue, which was a bit odd, strange to others. He didn't mind it himself since it was his own eye color. There was a silence as he watched himself, his muscles showing through the shirt with the cape flaring out behind him, giving him a dramatic look, like he was some sort of superhero or something. He could feel how his pigtail apparently was in the way and he grabbed it, slowly beginning to undo the string that held it together, the dragon whisker apparently irritating him and then pulled it off, his hair coming loose immediately.

Aracha watched as he unbound his hair, looking sexier than before and licked her lips while the girl next to her gave an appreciative nod. "That's going to be $299.95, Aracha-san."

She groaned slightly as she forked the money over. "Ranma, we're leaving. Keep those clothes on and follow me. I'm going to teach you how to get your own money now…" Ranma nodded as he jumped after her once they were out of the store, Yuki having bid them farewell without much further ado. He used a streetlight to get him to the rooftops, Aracha having done the same thing a second before him.

"I'm going to teach you how to rob a bank, Ranma." Ranma nodded, taking in the information that he had received from the spider lady and then coming to the conclusion that it would be a pretty daring task, but not impossible. There was a sense of danger within the assignment and with her around, it would probably be a success since she would be able to back him up, not that he'd need help of course…

In his mind, everything would go smoothly, with him being able to evade bullets if he noticed that they were being fired, having been in a shootout once and managing to come out alive and unscathed, having used most of his power to collect the bullets and then knock out the bad guys. There was a silence as they landed in front of the bank, the building apparently letting a lot of people out and in, since it was one of the few banks that had a branch in the centre of Tokyo. Ranma watched how people stepped inside to come out with money three to five minutes later and he began to mentally catalogue how this would all need to be handled or else it would result in failure.

"Now, let me tell you how to rob a bank…" Aracha said as she got into a comfortable position on the rooftop they had decided to make their stake-out point.

Akane was slowly beginning to get the message that she had tried to convey to her, or at least she hoped. Hitomi was looking as the girl began to make some simple sashimi as a practice exercise, watching her carefully so that she would not make any mistakes which would ruin her kitchen.

"Hitomi-sensei, is it okay if I add some extra spices?" Akane asked and Hitomi looked at the sashimi and then nodded slowly, wondering what the girl would add to it, since it appeared to be almost ready. She sneezed loudly as she watched Akane get something from the cupboard and then began to sprinkle it over the sashimi, watching how the entire dish began to glow greenish and a massive amount of green goop was launched all over the kitchen, splattering everything with it. She could feel a head-ache coming up as she looked at the girl and sighed deeply. This certainly was a disaster waiting to happen, but it paid well and she needed some new funds to get her kitchen restored…

"Damn, now I got to clean this up too, right Hitomi-sensei?" for a moment, Hitomi considered not answering since Akane had given herself the answer and began to scoop up some of the sludge and put it into a small container. "Wait till Ranma gets a taste of this at home! I bet he'll love it!"

Hitomi's eyes crossed for a moment at the thought of anyone eating what she had just gotten all over her and shook her head, green goop coming out of it. It had been such beautifully blue hair too, but now it resembled an atomic wasteland dripping with green goop.

"You're not to give that to anyone else. Throw it away. Any bad dish gets thrown away immediately into the garbage bin, okay?" Akane nodded and threw it away immediately, following the order Hitomi had given her. "After we've cleaned this up, we're going to take a shower and I'll see if I have some clothes left…"

Akane nodded slowly and Hitomi had to restrain herself from giving a yell of frustration. How did her fiancé survive if she was shoving this down his throat? She's about the worst cook I ever met…

Ranma sneezed…

A new chapter for you all. I hope you enjoyed it and will tune in to the next chapter. Anyways, about the review quota I have been trying to amass, I have an announcement. It is merely something that will give any measure to my need to continue the story. As demonstrated often, I have seen that some stories barely receive any attention while I work at them with my best mind at work.

So, the review quota stands. I am keeping the next chapter from you until I get at least 30 reviews. If you could do it for the past chapters, you can do it for the next chapter.

Demon God of Chaos

PS: No hard feelings, but sometimes I need a bit of encouragement to write. I'm a vain man so don't blame me, blame the boogie…