Villain

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Arachnae is my creation however, me wanting to see how it would go with the fan response. There are some things that I would like to do however, and you'll see it in time, but first, let's give you this chapter, since you want it… I'm busy in school though with exams and such so… feel nice.

Managerial duties, Ninja's and Oh My!

There was a silence as she looked at the plan that he had written on the notepad that she had with her at the time and then shook her head. "It's not going to work! You are a fool to do that, but still, I dare you to try."

Ranma shook his head, grinning a little bit as he looked at the written out advertisement that would be posted in most of the papers in Tokyo, using the money he had nicked from the bank the previous day.

We are an organization consisting of two Supervillains, having robbed the Tokyo General bank yesterday and we are looking to hire new forces to serve under us as our minions! All you need to do if you want to become one of the minions of Arachnae is to call 06-38234758 and we will either accept you to work under us.

"Still, I think it's a pretty good advertisement. Still, we got to get some uniforms produced in general sizes so they can be fitted by the employees as they go to work. Also, I am trying to get us a hideout from where we can get a stable base of operations though if I can interest some people, we might have an underground base done within a day or so…" she looked at him and then shook her head.

"If you can get an entire base constructed here in this town, I'll strip naked and be your bitch for a night. There is no way that you can build a base in a single day!" Ranma looked at her and then picked up her cellphone.

"Daisuke? Yes, can you call the guys of the building club to come to school today?" on the other end of the line, Daisuke mumbled something, which made Ranma smile a little bit. "Yes, you are hired by us now, so please get it done. No, we won't make you into a secretary; you're a very useful person."

Daisuke was worried at that moment. He knew that if Ranma needed the building club to do something for him, it was going to be big. And somehow, Ranma and something big brewing in his mind just equated total anarchy… but still; he would gather the members of the building club at the school. Selecting the first member, the President of the club from his call list… this was going to take a while…

Ranma looked on as the members of the building club began to trickle into the schoolyard, Aracha standing behind him a few meters, watching as teenagers wearing working pants began to show up, looking like they were ready to get to work. When there were enough people, Ranma spoke up. "Alright people! I asked you all to come here since I need something built. I know you all want to go back to whatever you were doing before Daisuke called you, but I need you to listen to me carefully. I need you guys to go to the old warehouse near where Akane lives and build me an underground lair, spanning most of the southern block of the city, up until Ucchan's. Think you guys can do that for me? I might even have a nice job for you, since I opted to take Super villain as a career option." There was a deafening silence as Ranma looked at the members of the martial arts building club who just looked at him, then let loose in a cheer. "HELL YEAH, WE'LL JOIN UP!"

He didn't know why they had said that, but he watched them go, building materials appearing out of nowhere. Aracha could only watch as thirty students marched into a row, talking about how they were going to make the layout of the now-dubbed lair, while the president stayed behind. "Ranma-sama, any preferences as to your living quarters? We do have some nice furniture available, free of charge of course, because you saved our asses a lot of times when one of the loonies dropped round for a fight with you." Ranma looked at the president and then thought about it.

Something evil would be nice… "Just make it something suited for a super villain… Dark and creepy but with a dash of classic style." The president nodded, then went to his fellow members and instructed them. Aracha watched as a cloud of dust was kicked up into the air as they entered the warehouse, making it look even more dilapidated, but the sounds of hammering and clanking, with random flashes of light making her look a bit apprehensive.

"Ahh, don't you like the Martial Arts Building club? They get something done within the day if you ask them to do it fast." Aracha's mouth sank to the floor as she entered the building, watching how a high-tech entrance was being constructed, sounds of digging and loads of dirt being carried out of the hole into the ground, while some members were working on finishing an elevator to put into it, which was fitted into place a minute later.

Haruko watched slowly as her sensei began to try and teach her the skills of seduction on a normal man that she had approached on the street, having donned some clothing that was appropriate for her age, some cut off jeans with a short top. Three minutes later, she had already snagged the man, gotten his wallet and then told him that she wasn't interested in him anymore, placing his wallet back and walking back to Haruko. "So, that is how you get a man. Try to make him feel special and that you might want to do some things with him that are pretty sweet in the bedroom and he'll be like putty in your hands."

"Feh, anyone but Saotome Ranma I reckon. He's got those fiancé's of him always prancing around him and he doesn't even react when they shove their breasts in his face. I swear to kami-sama that you'd need to be a goddess to be able to seduce that guy." For a moment, her sensei looked at her with a strange look, then asked a question. "Where does this Saotome Ranma live?"

Haruko blinked, looking at her sensei for a moment and then answering slowly. "Nerima, in the Tendo Dojo." There was a silence as her sensei closed her eyes and then opened them, a gleam in her eyes. "Well then, we are going to pay that man a visit. You can try out your seducing technique on him and I'll rate it."

Ranma was currently busy with absorbing whatever hits Aracha tried to land on him, having made up his mind about teaching her a little bit about his style of martial arts. Sure, he had some clawed fingers now, but he wasn't about to let the Art wilt down if he continued to use his claws, so he was busy training her in his style.

Haruko's breath hitched as she saw Ranma impact with the ground, a woman clad in something that should not be worn by anyone other then a superhero or the rare supervillain trying to hit him. "That's him. RANMA!"

Ranma's head whipped around, seeing Haruko stand there and then motioned to Aracha, feeling how his hand became an icy cold, the motion being a twisting one, a cone of icy winds coming from his hands the moment he stopped it, a feeling of power coursing through his head as he watched the winds become flames.

Aracha hit the earth three seconds later, burning and knocked out due to the concussive feeling of warmth and cold having collided with her in the middle. Ranma looked at her and then put out the fire by kicking some dirt on her, to put it out. There was a silence as he looked at Haruko, watching her with his red eyes. "Yes, you wanted something?"

Haruko looked at him with her eyes silent and unspeaking. "Welll… that is… uh… Ranma…. Could you come to me?" Yes, come closer… there was a silence, only his footsteps sounding as he moved through the room, his eyes remaining focused on her. "Yes?"

"Ranma-kun…" she muttered, looking him deep in his crimson eyes, not wondering how they became crimson, kissing him on the lips suddenly, taking him by surprise.

There was a silence as his mind registered her kissing him, his eyes locking with hers and a scowl coming to his face as he could feel that her intentions weren't pure. He looked within her eyes and a smile appeared on his face as he could feel her tongue invading his mouth, snapping his teeth together and causing her to wriggle in his grasp, having wrapped his arms around her in the moment.

"Ouch." Was all that she said as she looked at him as he was looking at her and a sick grin appeared on his face, a mockery of his usual roguish grin. "Haruko-chan… I don't take too kindly to being kissed out of the blue. Also, I can sense that you're doing this for your own personal gain, am I right?" she shook her head. "I don't know what you are talking about, Ranma-kun. I love you!" there was a silence as he looked at her and then shook his head, chuckling slightly. "You claim to love me, but there clearly aren't any smells of arousal in the air… Can't you see that this isn't working? Just tell me what you want and I might let you live."

Her eyes widened as she could feel that his threat was very real. "You wouldn't!" she said, looking at him as his clawed hands seemed to have been invisible as he held them up in front of his face. "Haruko… You're a fool, did you know that? I am not interested in one such as you, with almost no skills to back up your claim on me that you think you have. Oh, I do see that you have some ninja training and I don't dare to think that you're completely helpless, but call out your sensei and we'll see how she fares better in that seducing thing then you are."

"How?" "How did I know that? Well, having a female body helps of course, knowing how they think being very good to predict what they are going to do and also, having a killer female body for yourself really desensitizes you for any woman. Ya know I have big tits, so why didn't you think to use a manner which was more covert then kissing me on the lips and acting like a shy schoolgirl? You looked almost like Akane when she wasn't a butch lesbian." For a moment, Haruko was actually stunned, feeling like some lead had been dropped on her head and made her go all knocked out.

There was a silence as Ranma looked at her and then moved to disable her permanently, aiming for a point in the neck which would make her extremely sensitive and unable to do anything more than gymnastics or other light sports. Of course, it would wear off, but that would be after a year or so…

A needle imbedded itself in his hand, sending it off-course and he looked towards the direction the needle had come from, ducking under a thrown shuriken, watching with interest as a kunoichi appeared, the white and black outfit being worn, a spider motif on it. "Hmmm, so there is the sensei. Nice ta meet ya, lady."

He got into a ready stance, balancing on the balls of his feet slightly back and fro, his eyes never leaving the woman as she disappeared in the shadows.

A rain of kunai and shuriken descended upon the earth from the sky, making Ranma just stand there while Haruko ran around like a headless chicken.

Two strikes… the sensei muttered, watching as her opponent was still not moving, a few shuriken jutting out from his shoulders and chest. There was a silence as she looked at his eyes, seeing nothing but two orbs of blood red color looking at her, following her even though she was cloaked in shadows.

He followed her with his eyes, his nose picking up her scent nearly immediately, it still clinging to the shuriken that were embedded within his flesh. There was the thing about blood loss, but that did not bother him in the least, his eyes still tracking her as some black blood streamed from the wound, slowly and looking very gruesome by anyone looking at him. There was a silence in the area as a kunai came flying at him, making him move his head sideward's slightly, feeling it whizz by his ear and then smiling a most infuriating smile. "Can't hit me, can you lady? Give up now and have a merciful death."

He could feel kunai sticking from his back and he mused about death as he began to pull them out slowly, looking at the kunoichi as she hid in the shadows, making him focus on her slowly.

Only when a tanto was shoved through his back did he realize that he should have killed Harulko the first chance she got.

Strike three… the kunoichi thought as she watched how her soon to be dead student had stuck the tanto that she had given her in Ranma's ribs, something which apparently would be of no use, if he had barely felt the pain of the kunai and shuriken in his body.

Ranma turned to see Haruko look at him and with all of his strength, he flexed his chest muscles, the tanto springing loose and then delivered a punch to her face with all of his strength behind it.

She could see the fist heading towards her face in slow-motion, thinking about how he would only knock her out, since he was one of the good guys… she watched as she could see the fury in his eyes, then felt the fist hit her in the forehead, then darkness overtook her as his fist went on, straight through the skull, tearing the entire thing off the neck and making it splatter against the street, leaving a stain a meter wide, before the head skipped, making another mark and then coming to a rest against a corner of the street.

Ranma looked at the kunoichi, who was standing opposite of him now, having taken advantage of the time he had been turned around, brandishing a katana in her hands. "You are a remarkable young man." Was all that she said, looking at him with an appraising look.

"You aren't half-bad either. Pretty fancy trick with the shuriken being imbedded within my skin. Anyway, what's your name." he asked, looking at her with his blood red eyes watching her every move.

She was impressed with him. She would not mind serving under him since he clearly did hold some sort of code of bushido, though one that seemed to be altered in a manner that benefited him. She would be able to serve him well, having a rather loose moral code as well, but first she would need to test him. "What are your plans?" she asked, looking at him and he grinned slightly, looking at her and then beginning to walk slowly towards her. "I am thinking of world domination probably. I made an organization that'll be a big one in the world probably. I don't know the slightest about accounting and managing, but I'll learn. Interested in a join as a private assassin?"

"Maybe." She said, looking at him and then throwing a shuriken, watching as he plucked it out of the air and threw it back at her, making her dodge, hearing it imbed itself withint eh wall. There was a silence as she looked at him and then drew her katana again, looking at the corpse of her ex-student, thinking about the worthless girl for a moment, then attacking by turning into a shadowy form and then charging, the intangibility by the move being quite useful.

Ranma watched as she came at him, being slightly intangible apparently since she looked to be pretty confident. He looked at her and then could feel a pressure on the back of his head, feeling how his eyes seemed to burn and go cold.

She looked at him, raising her katana to give a killing blow to the neck, hoping to gouge out a good chunk of it, or maybe sever the head. There was a silence as she found that she couldn't move anymore, feeling like her body had frozen and gone cold, seeing two balls of green fire instead of the blood red eyes that she had seen ion him the first few moments. There was a silence as she looked at him, feeling how her technique ended, tangible once again.

A sickening grin came on Ranma's face, though it wasn't his choice. "Rash agar NaZerth." The sounds were strange as they came from his throat, a feeling coming over his voice box that it was growing slightly and changing to give the vocal chords better movements to make the sound, growing some new ones apparently too since it felt strange…

There was a silence as Ranma's body moved closer to the kunoichi, looking at her and sniffing at her. "Rakh'Dol Ranzeth!" there was a change at that moment, the green fire within his eyes dimming and the normal blood red colour coming back to the eyes, though green fire appeared to be still burning within his eyes.

"Ouchies…" he muttered as he could feel how his body was aching and his voice appeared to be raw. He watched as the kunoichi sunk to the floor, shivering all over her body as wounds began to appear all over her body, though he had no idea how that had happened, since he had not done anything to her.

She did know what had caused the wounds. For a second, she could see a specter of a thing in front of her, before the ghastly face chattered and blood began to flow from her wounds, the flashing of claws being visible to her blurred eyes, his eyes staying engraved within her mind.

She looked at him, her eyes closed slightly, her mouth being slightly open, her body slumped to the ground, blood still oozing from the wounds.

They lay there, both getting a woozy feeling in their body, Ranma feeling it more like death was coming for him, the ravenous creature within him raging within him, to devour, destroy and purge. He could feel it close to bursting out of his chest, his power beginning to wane, the feeling of it beginning to try and leave his body, his soul feeling the pull of the afterlife becoming stronger and stronger, the feeling of dread coming to his body and making him feel so damn weak.

He looked over at the kunoichi, who was still quite knocked out due to blood loss, incanting a small spell that came to him as he searched his memory, one that would clot the blood and increase the regeneration of a body. His body in itself was only sustained by something that was not of this world, but of the afterlife, a creature that existed as a spectre, a hunter of souls.

Ranma did have a pretty good idea just what it was that he had encountered, but he wasn't sure about it, the way that it continued to mess with his body was quite peculiar.

He could feel a hand wrap around his waist and felt him be picked up, the feeling of being lifted being quite strange as he looked at Aracha, who said something to him. "Are you dying on me, Ranma-kun?" he nodded slowly, his eyes falling shut the moment after that.

He awoke on a medical bed, blaring lights pointed at his face, a young teenager he faintly recognized as a member of the medical martial art team, specializing in healing fighters who were injured pretty badly. He never had the need to visit them, but they healed the hentai horde a lot while Akane was still free.

Hitomi watched the bloodied form of Ranma be carried away, watching how the strange woman that had picked him and the other woman up jumped onto a rooftop, using speed that was superhuman. She sighed deeply as a thought struck her mind, looking up at the moon and hoping that Akane did not cause a mess in her apartment, though it was pretty much a blasted wasteland…

Unbeknownst to all of them, a change happened in Ranma's body, one which would reap a terrible entity.

"Ahh, you're conscious again. Saotome-san, you gave us all quite the fright when you arrived in that condition. Your body is in a state of death and life, a mix which is quite odd, though it seems that it isn't harmful to you, save for the fact that you'll probably be very pale for the rest of your life." Ranma nodded, thankful that it wasn't more than that. There was a sound of something tearing and he looked at his chest, seeing that black blood began to well up from a wound whose bandages had been ripped by his movements, something which was quite disturbing, even though he knew that apparently he was quite the strange case.

I should write a novel about this… he thought to himself as he looked at the bed besides him, looking at the kunoichi who was still knocked out apparently, since she didn't seem to stir, her chest rising with every breath she took.

There was a silence that was quite uncomfortable. Ranma looked at the student/doctor and then cleared his throat to get the student's attention. "How long will I be contained here? I have some things to do, you know…" he looked up and saw that there was nothing more keeping him down, the wound being healed already by some miracle or something.

She opened her eyes only to see Ranma stand over her. Quickly looking to the side, she saw that her katana was resting somewhere, but protocol dictated that once defeated and left alive, she must serve that person unquestioningly, though she had the intention of doing that anyways. She looked at him with a clear gaze, making him look back at her in slight surprise that she showed no disorientation or anything, but recovered remarkably.

"Tell me your name." he ordered her, why he did that, he didn't know, but it came natural to him. "Ayame." There was a silence as she looked at him, his eyes meeting hers and a smile coming to his face, one that seemed to be filled with nothing but kindness for her entrance into his service. "Welcome to Arachnae Ayame. We are glad to have you with us."

There was a silence as Ranma turned on his heel, feeling how his body was moving on its own accord.

He walked through the structure, seeing some members of the Building club still busy with installing some stuff that apparently was essential to the process, the President standing in front of him one moment that he had been busy to take in that there was a kitchen which dispensed some food, though it apparently being inedible.

"Ranma-sama, we are almost finished with your lair. Our employment plan has been delivered to your private chambers and the money you brought in has been deposited into the vault, some additions having come due to some other members of the club thinking they owed you some money for being there for us the entire time. We will be finishing it, then let the technology club know you are looking for more staff to man the base." Ranma blinked at the report from the president and then shook his head. "Really, you didn't have to do this to me guys…" there was a silence as the president shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then looked at him. "Of course we need to do this. Out of all of our statistics, you have been the one to do the most damage to the surroundings, thus giving us more work. If you employed us to become staff in Arachnae, we would be able to repair the surroundings easier and make sure that we get a very large profit for our services, thus making us all a bit richer." Ranma scratched his head a little bit grinning slightly. "Okay, you do that. Now, I think we need to get things ready for tomorrow's solicitants."

Ayame wandered through the underground lair, through the still being worked on halls, watching as the building club put it all together in record time. She wondered where the quarters for the employees were. "Do you know where employees reside, child?" she asked to a female member of the Martial Arts Building Club. "Next hallway to the left, then go about 400 meters to the right, there is a terminal which has a map of the entire lair on it. I wasn't assigned to build the living quarters for the employees, so I don't know about that, but if they have them done, they will have uploaded it to the map."

Ayame watched as the girl then continued with what she was doing, nailing some boards to the wall, over which some metal plating was moved.

Ten minutes later, Ayame stood in front of the living quarters of the employees, having opted to take a quick look around and see if anything was nice enough for her to stay and stash her collection of weaponry.

Ranma looked at his Inner Sanctum, silently appraising the dark colours, blending in with the look of it having been built especially for him. " Now to call Kasumi…"

He picked up his cellphone, having gotten one after some urging by Aracha, who said that it'd be good to get one, in case she wanted to talk to him. There was a silence as he dialed the number, hearing the phone ring a few times and then heard someone pick it up. "Moshi moshi?"

"Kasumi-chan? Hi, I'm just calling to tell you that I won't be coming back today and tomorrow, due to career week. Tell Akane that she should really stop being such a man-hater and go get herself a boyfriend. She needs one…" Kasumi looked at the phone receiver that she held in her hand and looked at it, puzzled. "Ranma-kun, is everything alright over there? Do I need to visit you or something?"

Ranma mentally sighed. " Kasumi, that won't be necessary, I'm sure that it'll be okay. I have business to attend to, so see you later, sweetcheecks." Kasumi heard the phone break the connection and then put the horn down, looking at it and then blinking.

"Oh my… Ranma-kun…" a blush had risen to her cheeks as she remembered what he had called her. Sweetcheeks… Ranma-kun is so manly! For the rest of the ten minutes that she stood there, she was thinking about him and her in a room, some cans of whipped cream, some cold and hot water and a few cherries…

Whatever Ranma expected when he came to his own private room, this wasn't it. It was all dark and creepy, black colors mixed up with blood red things, a bed that seemed to be fit for a king and of course, the fact that Aracha was standing there, naked as the day she was born, looking at him with a come hither look. "Ranma, it's time for bed… I've been waiting for you…"

Aracha on the other hand was slightly frustrated that he had won the bet, but she wasn't one to chicken out, so she had done what she had promised. She looked at him with her eyes all seductive, or at least, what she considered to be seductive. There was a silence as he turned red and then moved towards her, his eyes cast to the ground. "I didn't mean it like that. I won the bet, but you don't have to force yourself to do this. Please leave."

She could feel a pang at her heartstrings as he dismissed her, feeling hurt that he wasn't like most teenage boys, ready to screw any woman that offered them, unless they were ugly. "Am I not attractive?" she asked, looking at him, his eyes raising and looking her dead in the eyes. "I'm not ready for this. All this time I've had women throwing themselves at me and I just want it to end, not having intercourse being something that is preferable. I prefer to wait until I know that I can trust the person completely, knowing that they won't go off and brag about having had sex with the great and invincible Saotome Ranma, because I am not invincible, nor am I great."

She now understood his reasoning, looking at him in a new light. He had been able to be ruthless when he wanted, his eyes clear of any guilt or other emotion, his eyes instead telling her that he would be able to do whatever he wanted at that moment. Now, they seemed to be a bit dimmed, making her sigh deeply and pull on her evening robe, which was not much more than a glorified bathrobe, but with some additional meanings of keeping it closed. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Ranma." Without further aplomb, she got out of his room, leaving him to undress and get into his bed, thinking about the situation…

Ranma's life is getting more and more messed up. I haven't had much fun in life, since I have been studying for exams and have a very important test coming up soon, so it's been hell to work on my fics and this.

In the next chapter, some people will call about job employment, Akane meets Ranma and Kasumi gets fondled by a pervert! Eh… that last part may be subject to change…

Also, will Ranma know what the hell is within his body?

Please review, I need them to sustain my corporeal form. 30 reviews should do for the next chapter…