Villain
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½, nor any of the other series that appear in this story. This is strictly fictional and I hope that you will all like it.
Arachnae
Ranma looked at the interior of her apartment, noticing that she had done some interior decorating since he had been gone for a few days. There was a noticeable hint of something in the air that made him want to cringe. What possessed him to make Hiroshi and Daisuke his companions in crime he didn't know, but since they apparently were following the late Brainman around, he guessed they were his so-called students, used by the career day thingy to make their superhero dream a reality, apparently having some superpowers.
"Did I do well to invite those two to join us?" he asked, looking at her, while she sat on her bed, reading a magazine while waiting for the microwave to finish dinner for her and Ranma. He was feeling a bit dead on his feet, since he could no longer touch his ki, which was pretty normal for someone who just got himself lashed out of his body by his ki being defunct and then whipped out of his body into a spiritual form, then sent back into it with a dark and evil being which took over his body and had fun killing the superhero known as Brainman.
Ranma could feel a cold and chilling presence in the back of his mind, a feeling which persisted, ghostly claws trailing over his back, leaving no prints but a very scary feeling. He shivered deeply as he looked at Aracha, as the microwave beeped and she went to get the food, which was a pizza. "Here, I hopeyuou like pizza, because we're not going to get any of that stuff you Japs eat all the time. It's nice to eat rice once, but all the time? Nah."
Three minutes later, she watched him as he ate slowly, looking at the pizza and then taking a bite from it, looking at it with a strange look and then digging in. his eyes seemed to glow red mixed with green at times, a darker presence seemingly overlapping him. For a moment, she thought she saw a figure over him, looking at her with glowing green eyes for a moment.
"Something wrong Ranma?" for a moment, he looked at her with his eyes, his pale face looking up with a strand of cheese coming out of his mouth, a remnant of his pizza, making her grin a bit as he slurped it inside and then answered. "No, I just feel a little bit queasy…"
He sighed deeply, feeling how cold his body was at the moment, knowing that he had effectively lost most of his ki and that he was being stuck in this body for some time, until he could get his ki back.
"Alright, since its dark now, we are going to try and rob houses. As you might already suspect, I picked a house that looks to be pretty safe and should be easy. Unless you make any loud noises, you won't be able to alarm the inhabitants that you are there. I suggest you make sure that you enter without a hitch, though I think you already know how, looking at your father's track record…" she had hacked into the computer of the NPD and found out all sorts of things about Ranma's dad. That the man looked like he had an early baldness starting at the time the picture had been taken, apparently 20 years ago. Some of the crimes listed were child endangerment, torturing of a minor, attempted murder, attempted filicide and some other things that were gruesome enough not to describe.
"Yes, I know how to break into someone's house." She nodded. "Then get to it. I want you to steal some precious things of them, things that are worth a lot, like jewelry. The only reason why we are doing this is that it will keep us well trained in the arts of stealth, so no unforeseen people can sneak up on us."
Twenty three minutes later, Ranma cursed softly as he stepped on the soft carpet, having landed on it and made a soft sound, which made a cat's ears perk up. He watched the creature and hoped that it would think that he was only one of the people in the house that was walking around, walking swiftly past the cat and then thought about the sole occupant of the room, which was decorated rather girlishly in pink and creamy colors. "Setsuna-chan, don't use the whipped cream there, it'll get me dirty…" he shook his head as he moved to disable her for a few hours at least, using his knowledge of the body to 'convince' it to keep silent for some time. There was a small sound as he hit her on the neck, hitting a pressure point that would knock her out for a long time.
"Okay, now to knock out the rest of the members of the household, then to go and search for some money." He wandered into the bedroom of what he supposed were the girl's parents, knocking them out before they even realized he was there.
Silence fell over the household as Ranma did his job, looking through things to get to see where there was any money, not finding anything at all, save a few thousand yen.
"It's not much…" he muttered as he looked at Aracha, who shook her head. "Oh well, at least you had fun, right?" he nodded slowly, feeling slightly off-balance as he thought about the way that he had been sneaking into the house and looking through the stuff inside the drawers.
She could feel a headache coming as she watched as Akane began to mix salt with vinegar in the bowl, in which she had instructed the girl to mix some cream and syrup, to create the basic sauce for ice-cream dishes. She didn't know how the girl did it, but it seemed like the things just teleported into her hands and made the entire dish inedible. She had just resolved to make the best of it, giving her a few tips, but her patience was running out fast as she looked at the green tentacle that came from the greenish goop, which hit Akane in the nose, prompting a violent response. "Could you please kill it and then make sure that it's disposed of? I don't think you'll be able to do the sauces after all."
"Hitomi-sensei!!! I tried so hard, but it just wouldn't stay still." Akane's voice was also irritating her. The girl had a voice that could make men fall to their knees, but after a while, it started to grate on her nerves, making her feel a surge of white-hot anger as she looked at the girl who was mixing something up in the time that she had averted her eyes and then shook her head. "I'm going out, Akane. You clean up here, okay? I got to do some shopping for new ingredients."
She crossed her fingers and hoped that the apartment would still be clean when she returned.
Haruko sat in front of the kunoichi that was going to train her, the ninja that had taken her to the house of the kunoichi, or which was used by her, being in a downtrodden area of town. There was a silence as the woman looked her over, a smile coming to her face, though it was hidden in the shadows of the room. "So, you wanted become one with the shadows, a killer of darkness."
"Yes, kunoichi-sama." For a second, she believed that there had been a sound of someone snorting, a blade made of high quality metal touching her neck a second later, drawing some blood. "The way of the shadows is a dangerous one, young child. I can only teach you if you are willing to learn." A silence fell over the room as she felt the blade being pressed against her skin, the blood becoming a small stream as she could feel it coming from the wound on her neck, it being in an area where the blood ran through faster, near the jugular. There was a silence as she stared at the wall. "I am ready to learn whatever you will teach me, kunoichi-sama." A smile came to the hidden teacher's face as the katana was drawn back, the thing having done its purpose. "Then let me welcome you into the world of the shadows, young one. As of now, you will no longer go by your name given to you by your parents. You will cast that away and become one with the night, owning only the name and the blade I shall grant you, should you pass the tests."
The Kunoichi smiled slightly as she looked at the student of Furinkan high that she had to teach, as it was customary for any kunoichi to take a student the moment they gained their mastery in the ninjutsu arts. The long brown hair of the girl would need to be cut off immediately, since it will obstruct her movements and if someone got a hold of it, it'll be lethal for her, since they could kill her or immobilize her.
"Alright, then follow me." Haruko got up from the chair she had been placed in by the ninja and then looked to see a young woman in a red with black outfit, with the mark of a spider on the back of it. The long black hair of the woman seemed to be well-cared for, the movements that she made speaking of grace and deadliness above all. There was a silence as she moved through a door, then made a motion with her hand as if to beckon her to her.
A silence fell over them as they walked through the building, the kunoichi not speaking a word, with Haruko being the one that wanted to know more, but she knew that silence was key to this, since the lady had said that she would need to be willing to give herself fully to becoming a kunoichi.
"You will be equipped by me, from our general cache of weapons. Whatever you will pick for a personal weapon will stay with you for your entire stay under my tutelage. I will not tolerate any failure, so be careful and always check the weapon for impurities and such before lessons. The lessons will be given whenever it will suit me, so you will be expected to keep your chosen weapon in top shape at all times. Later on, should you take this as your profession, it will be useful." Haruko could hear that her sensei's voice seemed to be gentle and soft, like a young woman, which the kunoichi apparently was, or at least looked the part. Still, she didn't like the coldness of the voice, so she asked a question. "What is your name then, sensei?"
She looked at the girl who had dared to speak without being told to speak, a smile coming to her face as she thought a very appropriate punishment, namely some exercises which tended to be very uncomfortable, but needed for athletic purposes. "My name you shall learn in due time. Now, let us select a proper weapon for you."
Haruko shivered as she saw the cold smile on her sensei's face and knew that she had made a mistake by talking before she was ordered to. When the door was opened by her sensei, she watched how the woman walked inside and then followed her, stopping as she saw a few clothing racks, a lot of racks holding oriental and not so oriental weapons, some small boxes which were labeled as make-up and one being jewelry. Nice…
Ranma shook his head to clear it as he stood atop a tree in the park in Juuban., relaxing a bit after Arachna had given him time off to get his head cleared. He had been surprised by the lack of difficulty in the breaking in of houses, but he figured normal thieves didn't remove an entire window frame while standing on a very thin line.
"IN THE NAME OF THE MOON, I, SAILOR MOON WILL PUNISH YOU!" Ranma's gaze was pulled to a group of girls clad in a school uniform, which looked damn strange, along with the fact that there were 9 in total and that they all seemed to vary in age, from one woman being apparently around 25 or something, while the youngest apparently was holding a damn big naginata which could really hurt if it hit something. There was a silence as he looked at the girl, thinking hard about where he had met her before, before a flash of memory came to him. "You were that girl who I knocked out with a simple neck chop… Did you know that you mumbled something about someone named Setsunachan and using whipped cream in a place you didn't like?" the blonde who apparently was named Sailor Moon blinked and then slowly turned crimson as she looked around to see every member of her entourage look at her with eyes that were uncomprehending, save for the older woman, who apparently was that woman named Setsuna, who got ready to attack.
Ranma sprung into action, moving from the tree to the ground by a single leap, running in the air, hitting the ground with a minimal amount of dust being kicked up and then did something that he KNEW would disable those apparently magical girls before they had any chance to attack him.
Sailor Pluto, otherwise known as Meiouh Setsuna to others, was a woman who knew all about history, being the Guardian of Time itself and a wise lady, something which she prided herself on. She had watched the time stream for a long time, but still, the words of the young man had been something that made her think about the possibility, before dismissing it and then deciding to eliminate him, since apparently, he existed outside of time according to her senses, having died and apparently refusing to just push up daisies, resurrecting within a few seconds and then becoming outside of time, since his body was somewhat dead and his soul was still very much alive, an anomaly if she ever saw one. There was a silence as she could see him come closer and closer, moving her staff to deliver a Pluto Dead Scream, until she saw a foot coming straight at her, possibly intending to hit her and cause some grievous damage. She tried to teleport away, but the foot was faster and before she had the chance to do anything, it hit her with full force, the pain blossoming through her body as she could feel how the place where he had kicked her go numb, falling over and curling into a fetal position, shivering slightly as the pain just wouldn't go away.
Tenou Haruka was looking at their new adversary, having seen that he had effectively disabled Pluto by kicking her so hard in the crotch that she probably would have pain moving around. Her sword was ready, with which she charged, straight at the dark stranger, who had just disabled one of their own.
Ranma was ready the moment he could hear the blonde's movement, turning around and ten ducking under the Space Sword, delivering a kick to the butch blonde's crotch too, with a bit more power behind it.
Pain made her halt her movements and shiver as she was lifted off her feet, only to land on her ass a few seconds later, curling into a fetal position as the pain registered in her mind and decided that it waws no use fighting until she recovered. Damn, that hurt like a motherfucker!
A silence fell over the magical girls, who were looking at Ranma, with Ranma doing his best to smile somewhat nicely. "Well, sorry bout that girls. I have to immobilize you so you won't try to kill me, like the others." With a kick to the groin of the blonde leader, it ended for him, as the ladies began to feel their morale go down as they saw their leaders be taken down, careful not to fire off an attack in case they could hit their comrades. There was a silence as Ranma put every one of them down, until he came to the tiny sailor skirted magical girl, with the big ass naginata. There was a silence as he looked at her, his eyes cold and merciless. "Normally, I'd spare a cute girl like you, but you wield that big naginata, so… Sorry." For a moment, he watched as she got it into a ready position, striking at him, but he grabbed the naginata, looking at her and ripping it from her hands, looking at her with eyes that seemed to bulge out of their sockets.
He could feel his body no longer, the feeling having left it entirely, making him feel like he was a statue, the Silence Glaive's power making him feel powerless and unable to move.
Hotaru looked at the man as he stood in front of her, looking at her, apparently frozen as he still held the Silence Glaive in his hands. There was a second of pause as she poked him slightly, then grabbed the Silence Glaive and pulled it out of his hands.
The moment that the weapon left his hands he felt able to move again, standing a bit shakily on his feet. "That weapon… It sucks the very life out of me… if you hadn't pulled it away from me, I would have perished." And that was the truth. He knew that his body would be unable to recover from holding that scythe for some time, feeling it having weakened to a certain amount, which made him feel disconcerted. There was a silence as he looked at her, his red eyes looking sad as he thought about it, the idea of it being wrong to hold that thing and that he wouldn't be able to hold it for a long time.
She looked at him, his well muscled form being slightly in the way, making her feel strange as she held her weapon in her hands, a grip that seemed to be strong and hurting her hands, her knuckles white as they held it tight. There was a silence as they stared at each other, watching for anything strange from the other, but nothing happened, the feeling of dread settling over them. She looked at her teammates, seeing that they weren't about to come too soon, since they were still on the ground, in pain since Ranma did hit them very hard. "I pity you." She said, looking at him with her purplish eyes straight into his eyes. "I do too." For a moment, they locked eyes still, looking at each other and deciding that it was of no use to them that they would fight.
"Have a nice night." He said as he walked away. "The same to you." She answered back as she laid hands upon Haruka, healing her slowly, a bead of sweat coming to her forehead as the healing energy seeped into the Senshi of Uranus. There was a silence as she watched how Ranma came closer, looking at the Sailor Senshi of Saturn, watching how Haruka slowly regained her normal senses. "You need to work on your close combat skills. Also, tell the Blondie that you shouldn't make such long speeches. Oh yeah, if you are ever interested in a change of perspective, to see how another superhero like you guys lives, look up Saotome Ranma. He lives in Nerima and is a pretty nice guy. Anyhow, I got to get back to sensei, to see what more we can do tonight."
She looked at the targets, watching how three shuriken embedded themselves within them and then gave a soft sigh as she knew that she would need to train hard to reach that same level of skill. There was a silence as the feeling of pain seemed to go through her body and began to make itself known in the way that she was standing, the manner of the throws which she attempted changing from very bad to bad., hitting the target once in a while, her sensei looking on in rapt attention, gauging her skill with the weapon.
She sighed as she saw one of the shuriken hit the target, the girl apparently not having a taste for the shuriken. After some careful consideration, she had selected an outfit for the girl which was a simple black outfit that covered most of her body, being depicted in most games that centered around ninja's. There was a silence as she watched three more shuriken hit the target, until she intercepted one, throwing them back at the girl with startling accuracy, hitting the cheek, spraying some blood into the air, which was then intercepted by one of the other thrown shuriken, another shredding her clothes a bit in a spot which held her breasts. "You are a failure." She intoned, looking at the girl and then beginning to slowly make some movements that were meant to confuse the girl. There had been a clause in the contract that if the girl made three mistakes that would impede her progress, elimination could follow, or complete dismissal.
Haruko watched as the kunoichi drew a blade, gulping deeply as it was brought down upon her, her eyes closing as if she did not want ton see it cut off her head.
When nothing happened for the first five seconds, she cracked open one eye, seeing the blade in front of her, still in the air, not moving an inch, only hanging there restrained by the power of the kunoichi, who had halted the blade in front of her, as a gesture that she was allowed to live.
"You have two remaining chances. Waste another and you shall only have one, before I will strike you down. I demand obedience and efficiency, or else you will never become a honorable kunoichi like me." Haruko nodded and then silently followed the woman as she went through another door, which contained the set of weapons that she had chosen.
For a moment, Ranma shivered as he looked at the park in which he had left the Senshi to recover, recalling the sensation of dread as it had washed through his body, numbing it and making it unresponsive to his mental movements, to will it to move. Something inside him had wanted to leave his body, but he wasn't going to allow that.
A silence hung in the air as he moved up on a rooftop, looking around for anyone to take his ire out on, the creepy feeling dissipating slightly as he could feel the energy within his body suddenly solidify, making him feel a lot better all of a sudden, warmth coming back to his limbs as he began to feel hotter and hotter, sweat coming out of his pores all of a sudden, like someone had turned up the heating within him.
A soundless cry escaped his mouth as he could feel the beast within him move around, the feeling of warmth coalescing into something that could only be described as a force of Death itself, the bloody warm feeling collapsing all of a sudden, his body temperature decreasing with a gigantic amount, his body being adapted to the warmth for a moment, now returning to a death-like state, which would make it very hard for him to get a foothold on his body.
His clothes began to change all of a sudden, his body changing even though there was nothing internally happening. His eyes, which normally seemed to have a malicious blood red glow within them, ignited into balls of green fire, a feeling of rage coming over him as he could feel the strange entity within him make its move, the feeling of cold moving through his body and then making him into something that was not meant to be in the living world, an avatar of death itself, the feeling of clammy hands and other unpleasant stuff pouring over him as he could feel the change being completed by his entire looks becoming more and more emaciated, his entire form looking like a skeleton-like figure which had its skin stretched over the bones, two balls of green hellfire glowing in its eyes, looking at the wolrd with a malicious glee.
He tried to keep his mind in control of the body, but it acted on its own instincts, jumping down into an alley, the cape giving it a dramatic look as he touched the ground, landing behind a pair of Yakuza who were apparently waiting for someone, since they had guns drawn, shooting at him the moment they saw him, though it was too late for one of them.
"Jiro!" one of the yakuza screamed as he watched his partner being lifted into the air, watching as the clawed hand of the creature that was dressed in black, a cape with a strange symbol flapping behind it in the light of a single street lamp, a silence falling over the area as the man watched as the green eyes brimming with hellfire looked at him and then a silence fell over the alley as the man named Jiro ceased to move, life having left him.
A hand he stretched out, the creature inside him extending claws made of that same energy that it consisted off, decapitating the Yakuza gangster without a single thought, then beginning to pluck at the corpse of Jiro, finally settling on a decision and then after making sure that he wasn't spotted, began to feed on the body, thick hunks of meat being torn off by the claws and fed into a maw that Ranma was sure wasn't his. There was a silence in his mind as he could feel the hunger of the ravenous creature being filled , the sensations coming off him like a tidal wave having crashed over Indonesia, the feeling of powerlessness coming on to his form. He could feel himself shivering slightly as ghe watched how his hands slowly began to transform back into slightly normal, though still clawed hands, the feeling of it never going away coming over him anew, the loneliness overpowering him.
He felt alone in the world, nobody who would ever be able to comfort him around at the moment. He set out to Aracha's apartment, hoping that she would be able to offer some support. The loss of control and the weakness when he held the naginata from that chick was something that he didn't like and he was going to find out the answers to them even if he had to go to hell to get them.
There was a pressure in the back of his mind and a plan formed within it. He knew that some super villains tended to make an organization of like-minded people that obeyed their whim, making it pretty easy to do some stuff to get money, usually having some elaborate traps set up to deter heroes and other justice-serving personnel. There was a silence as he slowly jumped from rooftop to rooftop, heading back and the plan coming to fruition within his mind.
He would make an organization of criminals, or at least people who wanted to have a bit of a taste of the wild life of a criminal, with some nice pay, the cash he had stolen from the bank being a nice deposit for the lair that he would have to build where all of his minions would be roaming, doing whatever nefarious schemes they came up with.
A silence stretched over the room as Hitomi returned, seeing a blasted landscape in front of her, a few scraps of wood being all that remained of her door. She could hear the sounds of combat coming from what appeared to be left of her kitchen, mentally growling at the audacity that the girl had to make one of those Frankenstein creations again. She looked at the thing that Akane was fighting and sighed deeply, feeling the headache come back to her. This apartment was clearly not going to be fixed without some serious rebuilding, and all that for a simple cooking lesson.
A strong sense of anger surged through her as she watched Akane look at her with a bright smile after she had finished off the beast through the use of the meat cleaver that shouldn't have been there in the kitchen, since she kept her precious knife collection far out of sight of anyone, it being a precious thing that she cherished, since she had spent a lot of money to get them specially customized for her hands, the manner in which the grips were being designed suited for her hands only.
"Hitomi-sensei, you stayed away for such a long time, so I thought to make us a bit of tea." Hitomi's eye twitched as she could feel a massive headache on the horizon, the feeling not going away as she looked at the girl. "We're going to see if one of my friends can lend their kitchen to us."
Resigned to her fate, she just motioned for Akane to follow, mentally mourning the amount of money it would cost to make the apartment like it used to be.
Ranma stood in front of Aracha, looking at her for a moment as she looked up at him. "I have decided!" she raised an eyebrow. "Decided what?"
"I'm going to make a criminal organization. Its name shall be Arachnae, like the spider that weaves its webs in the night, to catch the flies when dawn breaks." A bright smile broke out on his face as he looked at her and then grabbed her hands.
"You'll join it, right?" she looked at him as he said that, looking him into his eyes, which seemed to glow red with a green malefic light within the irises. "Of course." She answered without knowing why she said that, maybe because he was a gorgeous young man offering her to work under him in an organization where more villains would be able to meet and work together, though that would require a lot of planning, something she didn't see Ranma doing anytime soon…
Okay, the foundation has been laid. What is the creature that took possession of Ranma and what does it want? How shall Ranma go about making his organization a reality? Will the Sailor Senshi ever enact justice upon Ranma?
Tune in to the next episode of… Villain!
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