Villain
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Job meetings
The next morning, Ranma awoke to the sound of beeping, his awareness swimming slightly as he grabbed next to the bed, grabbing his cell phone and accepting the call. "Yes?" he asked, hoping that whoever was on the line would give his name.
"Is this Arachnae's number?" Ranma opened his eyes and then put his hand on the receiving part of the phone and yawned deeply. "Yes, you're speaking with one of the leaders right now. How can we help you?"
"I've been interested in the job, since being a minion for a villain does pay pretty good and makes you look like a tough guy." Ranma nodded, looking to the side, where his clothes were. "Alright, what's your name?" The male voice on the other end paused for a moment. "Ichiro, Munasake Ichiro, at your service milord." Ranma looked at his cell phone and then spoke; "So, you took it seriously."
"Yes, I did. Not a lot of people would be willing to publish something like that, since it looks so unrealistic. It's a great plan though, hiding in plain sight with an advert that sounds false, like the thing they did with the 100000 yen prize hidden somewhere, in the ad it was made out to be given to the first caller and then they heard that they were paying for it, so it generally was considered a hoax." Ranma nodded, that being the thing that he had in mind for the entire thing. Hide in plain sight was always something that would be pretty useful in any situation. Of course, with his image as an upholder of justice, he could very well go and make sure that they saw a battle between him and Aracha and tell everyone that she was the mastermind, controlling him through some sort of power.
"Can you meet me in that old warehouse near the Neko-hanten? It's in the Nerima District, about three miles away from the Tendo Dojo, which is marked as a NWC-hotspot." A chuckle sounded from the other side of the line. "Of course boss."
Ranma grinned as he made his way out of his room, having dressed and then looking around to see that the entire scenery had changed into something that looked to be futuristic and newer then he would have anticipated. He spotted a few members of the building club still working on something, looking mighty proud of themselves and he smiled slightly at them as he passed them, receiving a salute from them as he passed them.
He had anticipated the police perhaps coming to get him and he didn't know when they would come, but he wanted to make sure that they would not interfere. He wandered around until he saw Aracha come out of a room that was marked by spider silk coming out of the open door, which closed mechanically. "I need you to attack me once we are outside. Then, I need to deposit you at the police station down the street, once the people believe I am their savior, they will stop searching for the organization."
For the moment, she blinked, then a devious smile came to her face. "Oh, the hiding in plain sight trick! You defeat me, turn me in to the police and then I'll escape again, presumably going back to America and then slip in the country again, right?" Ranma thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Lead the way." He said, her turning to move straight forwards, past him.
He waited until they were in a fairly populated area, before he let loose a yell, kicking her hard in her midsection, knocking the wind out of her.
She could feel stunning pain as she got the air kicked out of her lungs by one of his formidable kicks and sighed deeply as she got into her role. "You son of a whorish cunt! You'll never catch me! Arachnae will kill you!" there were some murmurs and Ranma landed opposite of her, looking at her, wearing a black silken shirt, his usual pants on since he had to look the role of brave martial artist. "I heard about that organization in the paper this morning! Do you really think that you will be able to resurrect it after I have just destroyed your main base of operations, Aracha? I thought you smarter than that!"
She snarled, half in frustration, a thick strand of webbing coming from her mouth and ensnaring his arm, pulling him to her with her head whipping back, looking at him and then making her hands glow slightly green, a beam of something hitting him in the shoulder causing blood to well up from that. He looked at the wound, then delivered a kick which could shatter bones to her pelvis, making her double over, blood and saliva coming out of her mouth as the air was forced out of her body, blood coming with it due to her biting her tongue, the pain being enough to knock her out at least for a moment.
He looked at her for a moment, hefting her over the shoulder and then beginning to make his way to the police station. "I'm bringing in the leader of the Arachnae organization, Officer Hiroshito." There was a silence as he dumped her on the desk, the Officer looking at the knocked out woman and then nodded silently and looking up. "We thought it was a hoax, but it appears to be true after all. Main office just called, telling us to be vigilant about that organization, but I guess you cleared them out, Ranma-kun. Congratulations, I'll tell the boss about this and after that, we'll have this Gaijin deported out of the country, if she doesn't leave on her own when she awakens. Okay boys, let's find little miss super villain a nice place to stay!"
Ranma smiled softly as he watched her be carried away into a cell, his eyes smiling though his true intentions were hidden. "Was there some sort of reward for her capture?"
One of the officers nodded, getting to a small phone and dialing a few numbers. "Alright, wait a few minutes while I relay the good news with the boss. He's bound to know the bounty of that girl." Ranma waited patiently in the waiting room, some of the officers friendly enough to give him something to eat, while he waited, talking to them, finding out about their wages and such, planning his next move accordingly, the way in which it all was planned. If he managed to convince the police officers that the entire organization was wiped out, there'd be no chance of them being discovered again, unless someone blabbed.
"Alright Ranma-kun, there was a capture reward for her, Aracha, or otherwise Annabella J. Shankshaw, about seven million yen, for property destruction and the forming of a criminal organization." Ranma looked at the police officer, looking at the man with surprise on his face. Annabella Shankshaw ? Well, that's something she didn't tell me, or it might just be another alias of hers. let's see, how am I going to do this?
"Well, can you give it to me in cash? I don't really trust my parents with money, you see… my mother's ready to cut off my head if I'm not manly in her eyes, and you know my father's criminal record…" the police officer nodded, looking at the door, which opened and the boss of the station entered, the man bowing before Ranma. "We are grateful that you've apprehended the criminal, Saotome-san."
"No problem chief, I was close by anyways, so it was just natural for me to do it." Ranma was outside of the police station, waiting for Aracha to come out, the sound of people screaming, a police officer flying through a window, Ranma looking at the time, his back towards the police station, feeling a whisper of something go past his ear, seeing Aracha land on a rooftop and disappear, feeling slightly glad that there was someone who had gotten to the place intended.
"Thank you so much for borrowing us your kitchen, Maki-chan." The woman merely looked at Akane, who had come dressed in a normal uniform of a cook, while Hitomi looked armed to the teeth, wearing some reinforced gloves, which made it look almost like she was off to war with something. "Surely you don't need to wear such protective gear while cooking, do you, Hitomi-chan?" She nodded fervently, as she held Akane by the arm, restraining her from going into the kitchen, looking at Maki with a deadly look. "This girl will learn something from me, even if I die!"
The manic look in her eyes went not unnoticed by Maki, as she looked at Akane, then allowed entrance to her kitchen, Hitomi allowing Akane to enter, carefully instructing her in what to do now, while wondering if she should have just reacted to that advert in the paper, about an organization needing people to join them, but figured it was just like the Yen hoax, which she had spend several thousand yen on, before getting the clue that it was a trick. There was a moment as she looked at the girl, until she got out some ingredients. "Chop these up SLOWLY! I will keep my eye on you, and correct you if you're wrong. Do NOT add anything, you only need to chop them up."
"Did you really need to be that harsh to that little girl?" Maki asked, as she smoked a cigarette, looking at her old friend with some worry in her eyes. "Actually, I should still be with her, to make sure that she doesn't create one of her creations…" Hitomi muttered as she walked back to the kitchen, where a neatly chopped carrot was lying, Akane standing at the ready, Hitomi managing a weak smile. "Now, try mixing the cream and the sugar together to form a creamy sauce without chunky bits, okay?"
Maki looked at the girl working, her eyes widening as a few more ingredients were added to the mix by the girl, who was muttering something about getting the chunks out, a few board nails being thrown in making her briefly check the cupboards, the goo which should have been white now being a pale yellow color, as some rubber bands were thrown in.
"She's a horror in the kitchen, I'd say." Hitomi nodded, grabbing Akane's hands with her own before she would be able to add a cooking clock to the mix, which was bubbling, some batteries surfacing before being swallowed by something which seemed to live within the goo. "Let's just stop, Akane, and allow me to prepare something. Maki-chan, grab a bag, we're going to make it a disposable for the mistakes Akane-chan makes."
Akane allowed herself to be led away, waiting for Hitomi to start her work. Hitomi grabbed a carrot, the remains of Akane's carrot being absorbed by the goo before she had any chance of grabbing them, a small watery tentacle rising from the goo, before melting. "Well, I wanted to make some vegetable cream salad, but now, we will just make some chicken with cream-sauce and carrot garnishing. "
She prepared the sauce, the chicken being in the oven after being properly prepared for the final product, looking at Akane for a few seconds every minute to make sure that she was paying attention. She kept her attention at Akane for the simple reason that she wanted to make sure. As she spread the sauce over the chicken, she applied the carrot parts to the mix, the way in which she arranged it being very neat and orderly, Akane marveling at the way that it was arranged, before Hitomi looked at it and then nodded to herself. "You should try to do it just like I did, it doesn't even need much skill, just some patience."
Maki nodded, seeing her friend at the pinnacle of her art, being a graphical designer instead, opting not to go and become a 'house' woman to anyone, though she had been for a few times, the divorce being swift and faster then she had anticipated, but still. "That smells wonderful, why don't we all take a break from cooking and eat the chicken?"
Everyone agreed to it, Hitomi looking somewhat frazzled as she took a seat at the table, the smoke being something of a relaxant to her muscles as she began to make a steady descent into sleep, too much having happened with cooking that it had tired her mentally. She needed to find some excuse not to teach Akane, but still, the time she had already invested in the girl made it almost sad to see.
Ranma on the other hand, was busy with doing some stretches in the lair, as members of the building club all mingled around him, giving him some praise. They were building a training room for him around him, as they had built levels into the lair, his own private quarters being located at the bottom, being relocated every time a floor was ready, the dirt they had displaced, along with the pipe-lines and other stuff that had been in the way being led around, to make them invisible, since people did want to check the pipelines from time to time.
His room changing positions wasn't such an option to him, since every time a floor was added, the room that he had called his own for that moment, changed into something else, the last one had become a data gathering room, with gadgets he didn't even want to think about appearing, and a student named Mizuho taking over as Lead researcher, but being shooed out of the room by Aracha, who had heard the girl's claims and wanted someone else, preferably with a degree in science.
"Ranma-sama, there's a man at the front door, calling out to you. We have him on surveillance, should we let him in?" Ranma shook his head, ending his exercise as he threw a towel over his shoulders, wiping off the sweat without much effort, going to the elevator and then clicking on the upper floor , which was the entrance.
"Welcome, Mister…" Ichiro turned around to see a young man, of about 18 walk towards him, a towel still around the man's shoulders, the pale skin being quite the contrast to his own, but still, he was not deterred by the appearance of the young manwho might very well be the one who had set up the entire organization. "Hello, my name is Munasake Ichiro, I was supposed to be here for my job interview…"
Ranma nodded, looking at the man for a moment, before trying to see if he would be able to feel something inside him warning against taking the man, but then took the man by the arm and led him into the elevator. "We're an organization that tends to be rather selective of our employees, mister Munasake… tell me, why you wish to join our organization…"
Ichiro spoke, without hesitation or fear in his voice. "In my life, I've always been looked down upon by my peers. I have lived life as a simple salary man, and want to see some action, maybe as a servant to you, my lord, but it would allow me to increase my wealth." Ranma nodded. "We all want a little more money, right? Here, we'll have a use for you. We're a young organization, only a few days old, but I personally prefer to make the members of this organization realize what we are doing is the thing that nets us all the most money. Wages will be discussed soon, as we haven't gotten a clear plan on how much we'll make in a week, so for the first few weeks, don't expect a paycheck." Ichiro nodded, knowing that there might be something like this to occur. "Anything about member protection, like with the Yakuza?" Ranma grinned as he pushed the open button, and the door opened near the minion quarters.
"These were made recently, and aren't well-furnished yet, but we are hoping to have them full with the rest of your co-workers. Go on, take a bed and we'll chat later. I got to find my colleague super villain for a bit."
Ranma walked off, leaving Ichiro to his own devices as he had other things on his mind at the moment, the nice and friendly façade slipping off his face as he looked at one of the members of the building club. "Where is Aracha?" he growled out, the member merely politely informing him that Aracha was in her rooms, next to his.
He walked to his rooms, watching the door next to his be covered with spider webbing, knocking a few times before entering, just in time to get a good look at Aracha, who was dressed in what could only be called a very tiny towel, exiting the shower, Jerry lavishing within a web, which held something that looked vaguely humanoid. Ranma chose not to dwell on it too much, since it'd just be another headache for him.
"We got someone wishing to join up with us as a grunt." Ranma said, Aracha shaking her head a little at the way that he had turned to the wall, refusing to look at her, as she slipped on something more comfortable, a big fluffy bathrobe, before she gave her answer: "Well then, what about his wage?"
"I thought you'd be going about that." He muttered, slightly ashamed that he wasn't too good with financial matters. She turned around, shaking her head slightly as she walked to her dresser, which was also coat4ed generously with spider silk, looking at it before picking one of her usual uniforms, one that clung to the skin . "Well, tell him that we won't be paying for a few weeks, till we have more members to start this entire thing up."
Ranma nodded, disappearing once more, leaving her to herself. She muttered something about imbeciles to herself, as she tried to think about which perfume to use, having carefully selected perfumes which were laced with some pheromones to try and allure men to her, for whatever need she wanted to.
Hitomi was at her wits end, as she watched Akane create another monster from the kitchen's assembly of items. "I think I should leave with her, while you still have a kitchen." Maki nodded, looking at Akane slicing off a gooey tentacle with a butcher's knife, before malleting the entire base of the thing, before she proclaimed that the sausages were done. "I think she's lethal in the kitchen." Hitomi could not help but nod, eventually getting the courage to step up to Akane. "Akane-chan, would you come with me for a moment? It's dead, I'm pretty sure of it."
"But I want it to be perfect, Hitomi-sensei." The girl said, and Hitomi grunted something noncommittally. "I've got to make some repairs to my own kitchen, so I will give you today and tomorrow off, since it needs to be rebuilt. Say goodbye to Maki-chan and get back home, you've done enough…" Hitomi watched her go up to Maki and give her a thank you that was straight out of a textbook, then leave through the door, without giving her a goodbye, apparently thinking about her fiancé named Ranma, who'd need to get the special sampling of sausages that she had taken with her.
She shook her head slightly as she put the 'sausages' into the bag, which was wriggling a little bit by now, and then looked at Maki. "Quite a strange girl, isn't she?" Maki nodded at that. "There was this girl who should've been my student during this career week, but she called in sick today, when I told her the kitchen would be taken by your student. Apparently it's known that she's a bad cook." Hitomi shook her head sadly, looking at Maki with a look which could be called manic. "That is not a girl I tell you, it's an Oni in human disguise. Nobody could ever be as bad as that girl, she manages to mess up every simple recipe, and even BURNT WATER!" she was almost foaming at the mouth as she looked at her best friend, smiling with a devilish smile and then grinned in a disturbed fashion. "Next time, I'll go and hire a bomb shelter for her to experiment, somewhere far from humanity, and she can cook up whatever horror she wants to! THEY WILL NOT TOUCH ME AGAIN! AHAHAHAHAH!"
Maki sweat dropped at the maniacal behavior of her friend, wondering if she should not just go and check out that ad in the paper, to make sure she got a steady job…
Ranma was chuckling to himself softly as he scanned the paper, looking for any advertisements about professors being promoted and such, so that he'd be able to get an 'appropriate head of the science division. After all, what would an evil organization be without its handy little gadgets, and the cackling of a mad genius on the background?...
As he thought about it for a moment, he decided that hiring someone who'd be just in it for the money would be more profitable then someone who was bat shit insane, but still, he wasn't too picky if it came down to it.
Still, he wondered if there were any cooks available, since if he were to get an organization running, there'd need to be someone to cook decent food, or the troops would desert, he'd learned as much from Aracha, as she had stated quite firmly that the first person to suggest she make food for them would end up as meat for her pet Jerry.
He didn't have anything against big spiders, but it'd be rather… irritating to get swallowed by one…
Still, he resigned himself to another day wasted getting people to join up…
Life of a supervillain was anything but roses, but still, it'd all pay off in the end…
Deep within him, an entity lurked, the entity not even aware that it shared a body with Ranma, influencing every little aspect of his body, down to the basic functions. Bleached bones could be seen upon the skull, as a chittering laugh came from the desiccated maw of the beast, as it tried to get loose from the chains of rationality that bound it for some time, the lust for blood being severe, images of Akane and the others flashing through the empty expanse, the images fueling the anger, the entity thrashing with mad bloodlust as it began to rip through it's bonds, needing to be free again…
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