Villain

Disclaimer; I Don't own Ranma ½. I own some things. This idea had been pulled out of my mind, not the so-called merging of two fics. I know it is still light in atmosphere, but that will change once Ranma's mood swings around a bit. Why and how will be discussed later.

Enjoy it.

Bank Robbery

Ranma watched how the men and women of all nationalities went in and out of the bank, watching how they all seemed to move like ants. He wasn't sure whether there should be some action yet, so he waited.

"The business of robbing a bank is to obtain money from the general vault there. Its often protected by a security system which would keep people out and usually has police and guards around it, a big vault door protecting the goods. There are some ways to get to the goodies without upsetting the systems, but we need to test your powers a bit so you'll be the bank robber and just go in, see where the vault is and then go there, taking out whoever is around, okay?"

Ranma looked at Aracha, nodding slowly. "Killing or just knocking them out?" she looked at him and then looked him over a few times, his eyes looking a bit less then blue at the moment, having turned brown and that slowly changed the longer she looked at him. Other than that, he wasn't wearing any shirt or anything else that could make him identified as Saotome Ranma, so it would be easy to allow him to be someone that would just be one of those new super villains who got out, robbing a bank or something.

"Alright, a few things you also need to know about the banks in this place is that local superhero groups tend to flock around them to try and see who can defeat the guy or girl that robbed the bank. This usually leads to people having a fight about who will fight you, so use that to your advantage. In America we usually don't have that, but you Japanese people tend to be egomaniacs and somewhat stupid with your magical girl teams so… Oh yeah, if you see some diamonds or other pretty gems, give them to me. I'd like to have a new necklace made for me but I want some nice cut gems, so they'll need to be ripped out of any jewelry by specialists or something, but that isn't that big an issue. You just go in there and shout that it is a robbery."

For a moment, Ranma was still perched atop the roof, jumping down upon the ground and creating a bit of dust as he touched down on the ground in an empty spot, creating a wider circle around him as most people were shocked that a young man had just appeared in their middle, dressed in clothing that made him look very serious and dark.

When Ranma entered the bank, he looked at the exit he had just vacated, watching as there was some soft music playing as he stepped behind a man in a pin-striped suit in the line, waiting for his turn.

He turned around his head to see where there were any guards, seeing some of them stand around an exit which was marked as employees only, knowing where to go now but needing an opportunity. He looked around for any security devices, getting a plan in his head that just might work. He had robbed some houses with his father with the older man always having told him that he'd need to look for cameras before he'd sneak into a house. There was a good sense of truth in that, since they could take a pretty good image of his face and then he'd be hunted all over Japan for robbing a bank, though his mother might find that manly or something…

He did remember something from an old movie he had watched once. It had been about a pair of robbers who robbed a bank, then got out of the area as fast as possible and then made off to get themselves even more gold so they could retire easily. The music was growing on his nerves though, the sounds beign calm and gentle while inside him, a feeling awoke. Burning anger seemed to come out of nowhere as he clapped his hands together, a loud clap like thunder coming from his hands, shattering the glass on the camera's due to the sound wave that hit it, the glass of the cashier's desks also shattering and sirens beginning to wail as he shouted; "THIS IS A ROBBERY! NOBODY MOVE!"

Immediately the guards surged into action, trying to take him down with a pistol shot to the chest to put him out of action forever but he watched as they aimed at him and then could feel a bullet whizzing past his head and then turned around to look at a guard that had been behind him the moment he had clapped and then acted out of instinct, an ethereal claw taking shape in his hand and then stretching out as his anger began to coil and twist within him, a mad beast being released as a fragment of his normal kind and gentle behavior was shattered forever, turned into a darker parody of it by his anger, which had been festering inside him for a long time. There was a silence as the claw touched the guard, the wall around the unfortunate man showing three large vertical gashes, one on the man's right, one on the left side and one going through the middle, apparently stopping at the man's head.

Seconds had passed as the guard tried to move, then ever so slowly the body split in half due to the energy attack having sliced through his body, extinguishing his life the moment the brain was split in twain. There was a silence as the guards looked at their slain member, watching as the body slid to the floor, blood pouring out of it.

Then, bullets ripped through the air, the guards emptying their clips on the bank robber, trying to make him into mincemeat due to having killed one of their colleagues.

Ranma laughed at their attempt to kill him. He could feel how every bullet seemed to leave the gun and where they would go to when they left the barrel. There was a feeling within him that told him that he could stop the bullets if he so wanted to, the power being inside him all along. There was a long pause until hemoved, feeling how there was something he'd need to do. He knew about the power of the superhero named Brainman, to touch minds and to manipulate the body into doing something that the man wanted, to shut down the very essence of life within them if he desired it so. There was a silence as he could feel how the same power awakened within him, his mind adapting to it slowly as he caught a shard of thought from one of the cashiers…

I don't want to die! He looked at the girl in question, grabbing a bullet out of the air and throwing it back at the guard that had shot it, nailing the unfortunate woman through the head, leaving a bloody mess to fall to the ground, taking a few more bullets and disposed of the rest of the guards, eventually throwing the rest of the bullets at the camera's, since they might be capturing the sound of his voice, which would also be able to lead them to his identity, though he did have the good guy image going for him. Being a supervillain did require him to kill some people, but he thought about the rewards and realized that it was maybe worth it, knowing that if a few people died, there were still a lot more that died from regular homicide in a week then the kills he did here.

He could feel how his morals became in conflict as he saw a young woman shake, but he didn't want to show any weakness, instead walking to one of the cashiers, feeling how the young man was shaking through something that was like a mind link, though he couldn't explain how he got those mental powers, except through the fact that brainman had been the one to shut down his ki generation and storage. There was a silence as he could feel how his mind was reaching out for something, something that would anchor it completely to him and then apparently found it since he felt a lot more then he actually wanted, his five senses being hyper-active still and with his mind being added to that, it led to him grabbing his head and groaning softly as he looked at the young man manning the cash machine that would dispense money to anyone that had a valid bank account.

"Tell me where the vault is." He had decided to ask instead of just going to the door. He knew that it might hold some sort of trap, so he wasn't going to risk his life for something like that. The cashier looked at him and then began to shiver as Ranma then hoisted the man into the air, looking him dead in the eyes. "You will tell me where the vault is."

The clerk gulped as the youth that was holding him up seemed to be not in a joking mood and then was forcefully flung to the other side of the room, skidding over the floor as there was blood all over. Ranma didn't care in the least, his morals being swept aside, his emotions locked away until he would need them. He had read about this in a book and knew that emotions were useless in this situation since they required him to be in a perfectly clear state, though he knew that fury could also induce cold-bloodedness within anyone.

He looked at the clerk and then pointed at the door. "Go through there and lead me to the vault." His tone brooked no argument as he watched as the clerk scrambled for the door, watching him with scared eyes until Ranma's hands glowed a bit, something that Ranma didn't even notice, causing him to hasten to open the door and then slammed it shut, trying to get away from Ranma, who was not too pleased with that sudden action.

Ranma was feeling weird as he realized that he was doing something clearly illegal, something which he normally wouldn't have done but had to, since his career guide had given him this mission. What they would do with the money he didn't know, but the thing that he did know was that there would need to be some sort of grand plan. After all, most super villains did have a grand scheme in mind for which they would need lots and lots of money, right?

Aracha sneezed as she looked around to see if any police cars came, having heard the shots fired inside and some screaming, though none of the people outside seemed to be panicked, though she did understand that Japanese tended not to notice anyone else but them, since that might be causing themselves to be ashamed.

A second was all that he needed to watch as the cashier clerk disappeared behind a corner, which would hopefully lead to the vault door. When he decided to rob the bank, he already had a plan in mind about what to do with the vault door and it apparently would be his lucky day if he managed to do it without getting himself killed in a particularly gruesome fashion which would probably disappoint his mother. He knew that his muscles and strength and speed had all grown slightly, giving him a higher toughness factor, but he still wasn't sure as to how to work with his new power, the one that was giving him such a head ache that it seemed like an useless power, knowing what other people knew being something that he didn't particularly like, seeing as there would be too many people in the area and thus too much interference, plus the constant chattering would probably slowly drive him insane due to the amount of voices in his head, which was a very bad thing to him in his mind.

Akane was looking at the slowly roasting meat, Hitomi standing next to her brandishing a quite ornately decorated katana. She was looking at the meat as it slowly turned darker as it was cooked more and more, the feeling of dread still within her mind as she recalled to the tentacle that had slipped under her skirt and touched her there. It was something that made her want to vomit, but she knew that there would be a few more days, 6 more, and she'd be rid of this girl forever. Nobody had ever said that Akane would have to be a good cook, but Hitomi wanted to learn the girl at least SOMETHING.

"Now you add the spices. Pepper first, then some salt and then finally the beef spices, okay Akane?" for a moment, she actually thought that the girl would learn after she had just spelled it out for her, but as Akane's hand went to the rat poison, she shook her head and hit Akane on the hand with a handy spoon. "The Pepper FIRST. Not rat poison… Pepper… you know, it's the black powder tha…" Akane grabbed a small container which had black powder in it, sprinkling it generously over the beef and then added some of the salt, then adding some beef spices. Hitomi sighed a sigh of relief, finally something having gone well, until she saw the container containing the label of PEPPER… with a look of surprise that it was located there, she looked back at the roasting beef, noticing that it was actually starting to smell pretty nice, looking at the other container of pepper, putting the other one next to the black powder that Akane had used, thinking about why she might have some extra pepper in her house…

Until she saw the label on the container of the 'pepper'

GUNPOWDER – DO NOT KEEP NEAR FIRE OR ANY OTHER SOURCE OF HEAT

A small groan came from her mouth as she heard a loud explosion behind her, turning around to see that Akane was covered in soot, some of the soot having gotten into her clothing too, but not so badly that it couldn't be washed out of it.

With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to having to select another uniform for Akane. On later thought, she just handed her own uniform to Akane, grabbing a new one for herself, since the one she had worn had been made especially for her and was a bit more resistant to burns and other things that might happen in the kitchen.

"Alright, no need to feel down, Akane. Let's try making some ramen… First, we get out the ingredients. Some dough is in the highest cupboard, I'll grab it in a moment, while you go and get the biggest bowl you can find, ok?" Hitomi had the hope that the girl could learn to make some ramen, or else it was all for naught. There was a good day wasted on this, with her tuning on the television only to hear on the news that there was a bank robbery in progress…

 A woman came into view wearing a traditional reporter outfit, having a microphone in her grasp as she looked at the bank, through whose doors a body flew, horribly mangled.

"It's terrible Yoshiko! There's a young man in there, who apparently possessed super strength and apparently killed all of the guards with some super powers! I heard from a police officer that he's actually trying to get to the vault, but that he's locked somewhere in the building. Let us hope that the brave police officers will be able to put a stop to this maniac."

Alright Noriko, can you tell us all how he looks, so that if he escapes, we know who to look for? The reporter didn't say anything, just stared at the screen, until she shook her head as if trying to clear it from any dusty cobwebs that might have been spun in her mind. "All that I know is that he has black hair and a pale face. Other than that, nobody has a clue."

Ranma looked up at the camera, smiling slightly as he used the Umi-sen-ken to disappear from sight, shutting the camera down with a chop of his hand, breaking the metal and then tossing the fragments at the other camera's. he could feel how his head-ache was increasing in magnitude, feeling how the thoughts of the people outside interfered with his normal thought processes, hearing their outraged cries at there being a robbery of the bank they needed to et money and at the hungry minds of the reporters, who were probably dying to get the story of the latest villain robbing the bank.

He stood in front of the vault, watching as there was a blank wall with a single keyhole in it, he could see that it was pretty high tech, with the only key probably being worn by a high executive or somewhere you'd need protection against some danger to get it. He could feel how this obstructed his goal and his answer was simple… Destruction.

His hand shot out and grabbed the metal, having wrought holes into it by using his ethereal claws, which seemed to come and go on his command, ripping out huge chunks of metal with the claws, slowly breaking through the thick door that untold riches lay behind.

He could feel how sweat poured down his back, his hand feeling like it had been torn to pieces as he looked at the raw and bleeding hand, the blood not really hitting the floor, somehow evaporating after it was exposed to the air, something he thought that would be either due to his life-force being locked away and thus useless, making his body be sustained on something other than his life-force, which caused his blood to evaporate immediately upon contact to air, or it could be something that he was doing unconsciously, like how he was able to read someone's mind with a mere thought, something that was strange and unnatural, something which he disliked a lot. There was a lot that could go wrong with a power like that and he wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible, since it interfered with his thinking process, needing to keep being focused upon the task at hand and not be distracted by some fantasy of a schoolboy about being a superhero.

He could feel how his rage increased with every little drop of blood that he saw, his rage being fueled by the blood that was flowing from his bleeding fingers, which regenerated at a pace that was damn fast, the blood evaporating, the sight of his own blood making him angrier than before, the blood spurring him on to go and tear down the door and get to the money to get it back to his sensei, to finally get a good word of praise and pay her back for her kind donation of buying him clothing.

As the last bit of the metal fell back, he watched as there was a neat row of stacked boxes, each containing some riches, he presumed. He smashed is fist through one, using his normal strength and found that it contained precious jewelry, it sticking to his hands. He immediately knew that there would be no gold bars in here, but just some extremely valuable stuff, maybe even a lot of money. He began to look around for something to carry it all with and then stumbled upon a rather ingenious idea. He did have the ability to stuff things into an inter-dimensional ki pocket, though he hadn't really gotten the time to test it out due to his lack of ki and thus thinking that it would never be attained.

With his hands together, he concentrated upon a glowing pocket of light to appear, just as a normal warp hole would do in comics. A shimmer of light appeared, a black vortex sucking it up seconds after it had shone on his face. He grabbed one of the boxes, the one containing jewelry and then pushed it into the warp hole, holding the warp hole within one hand, the other one grabbing boxes and putting them into it. A rather big box contained a lot of Yen bills after exploring it a bit with a well aimed punch to the lock, unlocking it by lifting the lid.

As he looked around in the cleaned out room, he stepped outside, his cape giving him a dramatic look as it seemed to billow behind him in an unseen wind, his eyes now glowing a dark red color. His eyes glowed for a moment with a bright fire, dimming down once he stepped back in the lobby of the bank, a malicious grin plastered on his face. He felt evil all of a sudden, a change from his normal mood. There was a silence in the room and some frightened whimpers could be heard, until he stepped towards the door, leaving the scene.

Aracha was watching it all from another rooftop, watching how the police all looked at the door as it was knocked off its hinges, guns being trained upon the hole through which a shadow of a man was visible. "Goodbye…" was all that was shouted, the voice being deeper as Ranma effectively tried to lower it enough so that he wouldn't be found out, jumping up on the bank's rooftop, then jumping on another roof as shots rang out, making sure he went the hell away from the crime scene.

Aracha watched as he bounded over the rooftops, looking at him as he moved. A weird sort of energy seemed to be around his form, shifting and changing slightly with every move he made, every breath he took. There was a silence as she jumped on the roof he was standing on, looking at him with a worried look on her face, feeling a bit sorry for him. "You killed people, didn't you?"

Ranma looked at her with a look which conveyed no emotions. "Yes." She could feel how her heart beat a bit faster as she could feel pity for him rise up. "How do you feel now?"

Ranma looked at her, feeling how his emotions slowly returned, full consciousness of his deeds coming back to him, realizing that he had just used his talents to kill and maim and rob a bank. He looked at her, feeling how he wanted to prove to her that he would be able to become a successful supervillain.

"I feel… regret, I think. I couldn't help myself, they had to be killed." He rationalized it to himself, knowing that the guards could have offered some information as to how he moved and how he managed to grab their bullets in mid-air, could give some information about the way he had been standing too, it being a loose stance of the Any-Thing-Goes style, instantly recognizable by any practitioner.

"Do you want a hug?" she asked, knowing that a hug would probably make him more at ease. "Yes, I'd like to have one… it's been a time since I last voluntarily hugged someone…" he muttered, feeling her wrap her hands around him and then felt her bosom touch against his back, hearing her soft breath near his ears.

"Do you feel better?" she asked as she could feel his finely toned body against her, making her feel a sting of desire as it worked its way through her body, making her feel so comfortable as she nestled herself against him, feeling how he stiffened slightly, his muscles going tense for a moment. "

He could not explain himself. The way that she was hugging him made him feel at ease, but also reminded him of how the fiancé's used to treat him, hugging him and then rubbing their assets in his face, something which he had a good resistance to due to changing into a woman at times, granting him some immunity from it.

She couldn't resist this. He was easy on the eyes, looked to be a bit upset about having killed a man and then being all emotionless about it, adding to the tough guy look, which most girls and women found irresistible, coupled with his bishonen looks, which also added fuel to the fire.

She drew in close, to kiss him, until she could kiss no more, enchanted by his looks like a giddy schoolgirl. He on the other hand was feeling a shiver of dread go down his spine as he could see her getting closer, having her eyes closed and her lips puckered slightly, her look at him being of an intoxicated woman, clearly attracted to him by something strange that always happened to him.

"EVILDOERS! I SHALL BRING YOU TO JUSTICE." Her eyes opened with shock as she watched how the pink clad Brainman hovered above them, looking at them with eyes that made her feel slightly uncomfortable, then the embarrassment came from being caught in a position like this. "SOME PEOPLE WOULD LIKE A BIT OF PRIVACY HERE!" she threw what was available at the superhero, who dodged most of it, using telekinesis to clear the rest of the things away. She looked at him while Ranma slowly got up, flexing his long fingers slightly as the nails had grown to be quite long and sharp.

"Oh, just shut up you fucking fag! You nearly killed me and now you call me evil? Well, yes, I am but that's no excuse! You tried to kill me!" Ranma's eyes looked straight at the hero and jumped straight at him, hands stretched out in a feral manner, fingernails now being clawed. Blood ran down his face the moment that Brainman's counterattack hit him, a sound which made his eardrums explode, apparently sound being something else that the hero could control.

For a moment, Ranma was disoriented, but then grabbed onto the leg of the hero, holding on and tearing into the meat, making the hero be distracted while a length of spiuder silk was wrapping around him. There was a silence in the air, Ranma feeling the lack of his ki all of a sudden, weariness overtaking him for a moment as he could feel how his grip on his body slipped, the ki that had been blocked being siphoned away all of a sudden, what little he had still within his body draining away too.

Hiroshi and Daisuke watched on the ground as they saw Ranma engage the hero that should be training them to become just like him. They watched as Ranma fell to the ground, apparently knocked out, while Brainman looked at Aracha, who was looking at him with her eyes being slightly glowing in a green coloration, the blood red of Ranma's eyes accentuating it rather well, in the author's mind.

Ranma's vision swam as he could feel his very life essence, the few strands that held him to this world of the living, disappear. He could feel oblivion coming over him as his mind was cast within the sea of death, never to emerge again.

His body lay there still, devoid of any life energy, dead to the world.

Ranma could feel how his body was slowly beginning to decay internally, his feeling having left him, his emotions no longer making any sense to him. He watched as his corpse seemed to lie there, still, unmoving. He looked at his hands, then heard a sound, turning around to see a ghastly creature come at him, making him rear back in shock, straight at his body. The creature hit his body at the same time, making him see it for what it was.

Bleached white bones seemed to adorn its head, a skull with glowing blood red flames licking from the eye-sockets. There was something dripping from its maw, but it wasn't blood or saliva, but something different.

Ranma's body heaved slightly as the two spiritual beings went inside it, the ravenous beast within him winning the first battle, due to Ranma's surprise. A chittering sound came from Ranma's mouth as the beast looked up at Brainman, watching the man and then leaping at it, talons growing to accentuate the claws, slashing furiously at the wound its body had made to the hero.

Brainman could feel a stabbing pain in his legs, feeling something slashing furiously at his legs, looking down and seeing glowing red eyes and an animalistic look on the young face of his supposedly dead adversary.

He tried to reach out to shut down more of the youngster's life energy, but found that the body was already dead, or at least didn't possess anymore life energy to be shut down.

The beast that had taken possession of Ranma's body suddenly weakened and Ranma took control, ripping into the flesh with a fervor, his mind being still wild and animalistic, like when he had been under the Neko-ken influence.

A ripped off arm fell to the ground, Ranma following, jumping on top of the roof once again and beginning to dismember the superhero called Brainman, blood splattering on the ground as energy claws seemed to tear at the body, giving the man no time to think, only to get gutted like a fish…

Hiroshi and Daisuke felt the hot blood on their bodies as it rained down, showering them in it. They saw the body parts fall down, hitting the pavement with a wet splat and then looked at Ranma, who was licking off the blood from his clawed hands, before looking down at them.

"Ranma?" Aracha asked, having watched the butchery of Brainman, glad that he was out of her hair.

Ranma turned to her, his consciousness coming back to him and he closed his eyes, coming to terms with the fact that he had taken revenge for what Brainman had did to him on the man and had literally tore him apart in his rage…

"Aracha… Get away! I'm a murderer." She shook her head. "You did the right thing! He was a danger to us both! Every supervillain has to go through this once in their career. You just think about it as your first good kill, to make the world a better place. I know that with me, I killed a police officer in Los Angeles and still remember him every moment of the day, because he has given me the courage to kill my opponents instead of stunning them. Sometimes people just need to be killed, because they can harm you later. Do you understand?"

Ranma looked at her with such a lost look that she just wanted to grab him and comfort him and tell him that everything would be okay and that he shouldn't worry about all the things happening around him. "I think so…"

She gave him a sad smile and then shook her head, her smile brightening a little bit. "Okay then, lets go back to my apartment, we got some burglaries to plan."

"Wait up!" a voice shouted as they jumped on the other rooftop, causing her to look down and see Hiroshi and Daisuke stand there. "We want to join up with you!"

Aracha looked at them and then smiled slightly, looking at Ranma. "You know these two?" he nodded slowly, looking at them. "Sure, just come and see us tomorrow at Furinkan and we'll arrange something."

Hiroshi nodded, pulling Daisuke with him. "Come, let's go to the arcade. We'll become like Ranma in no time after working under him, so why not have a little bit of fun first?" Daisuke nodded. "This time, you're going to pay for the Slut Fighter game. Last time, I spent my entire allowance on it!" Hiroshi nodded, pulling him towards the arcade, leaving Ranma and Aracha alone, withsweat drops on the back of their heads. "Okay… let's go back."

They departed towards her apartment... leaving behind a stunned audience of onlookers, who looked at the mutilated remains, a few people taking pictures while the police tried to restore order.

Ahh, this chapter is finished. I wonder how this will be received… You'll give it a few reviews, won't you? Next chapter, burlaries will be made by the dream team… err… Ranma and Aracha, in houses which will probably be recognized by some people that have no real life and watch anime a lot… Also, Ranma's condition will be told more about in the next chapter. I will also delve into another classmate of his who has opted to do something... unique... guess what? anyways, i hope to have told you enough to make you want to read the next chapter...

And yes, I am talking about THOSE ladies. I for one watched that show on german television while I was around 6 so…

Also, a rather humoristic encounter with THOSE ladies will result in one of them going berserk and pulling out a gun.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of…. Villain!

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