Villain

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Reign of.. Science?

Ranma awoke the next morning to the sound of something dripping, opening his eyes to see that his ceiling was currently transformed into something that could be called a bucket, sealed off with something that looked like spider webbing.

"Awake yet, big boy?" a voice close to his head said, making him look at Aracha, seeing that she was holding the bucket, a devious smile on her face. "Come, we've had some more people join us, and I'm thinking about eventually hiring a cook or something. The lair seems to be pretty well-fortified, and your classmates seem to be finished with adding the final floors." She absently ran a hand through her hair, as she let the webbing slip away, drenching him with the water.

He sighed deeply as he got out of bed, not really caring that he was completely soaked or not, it'd all be moved to the lowest floor by then. He walked over to his closet, looking through it for some new clothes to wear, his eyes coming to rest on his villain outfit, his red shirt and black pants being put in the dry closet to try and dry a little. He dressed himself swiftly, looking at Aracha for a moment. "Annabelle J. Shankshaw?"

"Don't call me that." She muttered, turning to leave the room, Ranma in tow, a slight blush on her face as she had just seen Ranma in the nude, dressing himself fast, but still giving her a nice view of his abs and other body parts that bore mentioning. Whatever she had seen, she wanted to wrap, as is was a nice package. He seemed to be moving a lot more fluid now, his steps possessing some sort of animal grace, the eyes being the thing which topped it off, bloody red in color, looking at her with such intensity that it made her knees feel slightly weak by just staring into them.

She steeled herself however, as they came to the 'meeting room' which was more than that, hosting some computer equipment, which was quite primitive in it's regard, only having a few of the bulky screens, making her sigh slightly as she began to make some calculations in her head of how much it'd cost to make the room a bit more specialized for research and all that. "We need a talk, Ranma."

He nodded, looking through the paper, looking for the promotions of doctors and other people, or at least trying to, as he knew that it wasn't often one was promoted, but it was always published within the papers, as some sort of acknowledgement. "Indeed we do." He muttered, as he put the paper away, looking at her with his eyes not straying from her face. "What do you suggest we do about our current problem with cooking food and such? Also, could you tell me just what type of people joined us?"

"For the first, I'd suggest hiring someone who'd have no scruples with our organization as a cook, also with CREDENTIALS. If we just hire someone who'd burn water, it'd all be over pretty soon." Ranma was reminded of Akane, the paper on the table next to him igniting with a purple flame, causing him to look at the paper with a raised eyebrow, shake his head. "That's a new paper to be bought…" "What were you thinking of before you incinerated that poor little paper?" her voice was absolutely mocking at the part of the paper, a wry smile coming to his face as he began to chuckle to himself softly, an image of Akane being crucified coming to the fore, his eyes drifting over the entirety of the room. "My fiancés the worst cook in existence, probably…"

Within him, a fire raged now, as he got up, looking at the ashes of the paper and then walking up to Aracha, before grabbing her hands and then forcing them apart, a smile on his face as he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, keeping her hands apart, enough to make her struggling futile. "It'd be easy to get one, just mention Akane and they'll all want to join, especially after they've had some exposure…"

He moved back from her, stretched himself and then seated himself again, her face all flushed, her hands still grasping the air, before balling together in fists, a smile coming to her face as she stretched too, her assets bouncing, albeit she wasn't built like a porn-star with breasts like mini-mountains.

"Well, we need someone to man the science department, and I was just looking through the paper, so if you know anyone able to do it for us, go ahead." The telephone rang at that moment, which made him take out the phone and threw it at her. "Your call to pick it up, probably someone who'd want to join."

"Hello?" she answered the phone, receiving only a chuckle from the other side. "Would you be Arachnea, the organization that posted the advertisement in the paper of Tokyo?" the voice was a metallic sound, a voice distorter being used probably to hide the identity of the mysterious person"Yes… What can we do for you?" the voice on the other side seemed to be laughing in a raspy voice, before answering. "I want to join. In return for me joining, I would like to meet with your leader on the Tokyo Docks at twelve tonight." The line closed at that moment, leaving her hear the beeping tone of the telephone, throwing it at Ranma without much regard. "We're hitting a bank to get more funds, then we'll see about going to the docks tonight at 12."

She walked out of the room, Ranma looking at her departing back, sighing slightly as he got up again, knowing that whoever it had been, had instructed her to be at that place at twelve, and who was he to refuse her if she wanted to hit a bank? Money meant more ability to stay in business, he'd picked up that from economy classes.

Hitomi watched the ceiling, her eyes looking red, burst blood vessels giving her a look of a psychopathic axe-killer, her eyes looking at Akane, who seemed to be cheerful, already moving towards the kitchen, another of the monstrosities about to be created, something which she would not allow. It was worse than she could ever expect, the feeling of helplessness that seemed to come to her at the mere sight of Akane, the feeling of resentment already having festered within her soul, creating a grudge against the girl. "Today, you will be learning how you clean your instruments. This way, no accidents should be able to occur." The lesson should be easy, one that would be able to bring this day to a closing point, as she knew that cleaning something carefully took some time. "Alright, Hitomi-sensei."

Hitomi looked at the girl as she tried to clean a knife, sighing to herself as the girl really did seem to try, but got mad at the smallest flaw in her doing, bending the knife through some feat of strength that baffled her. It was one of the least costly sets of kitchenware that they were teaching Akane to clean, and the girl had so far bent almost 2 knifes, 1 fork and some small finery. "I think we'll be done with this now. Put those back in their drawers, and I'll show you how to clean a kitchen knife, the one used for cutting beef and other meats. "

"FREEZE!" the shout was enough to divert Ranma's eyes towards the guard, sighing slightly as his hand glowed softly, a flash being enough of a warning before the gun melted within the guard's hands, causing the hands themselves to get melted together with the heated metal, creating quite the agonized person. "I think we should stop being such a nuisance to the people, Ara. Where is the vault?" he looked at the teller, who pointed at a door, Ranma's foot slamming through the desk, smashing the button that should call the police without even checking that it was there, smashing the kneecaps of the teller too, who cried out in pain, Ranma not caring in the least. "Let's make sure that there won't be more people that'll make us be set back in getting the money."

"Alright boss." She muttered as she shot a string of webbing, plastering a guard to the wall, before encasing him completely in it, the webbing technically enough to ensure death by suffocation, as people would need a concrete cutter to cut through the webbings, one of the nice things about her gift…

Ranma looked at the vault, seeing that it was one of the locked vaults that his father had oft told about, and that his father had cracked once during their trip, though how much he had taken, he didn't really know, since he had been really small. "Time to de-arm this thing."

He punched it with most of his strength behind it, the metal denting without a problem, a big hole appearing from where his fist had punctured through the metal, the vault being split in two with a push of his hands, his hand snapping a bullet out of the air, another bullet hitting him straight in the chest, a hole the size of a yen coin appearing on his chest, a pained feeling going through him, infuriating him endlessly, looking at the guard or whoever it had been that had shot him, the bullet in his hand melting as he threw his hand to the side, air pressure ripping off a part of the wall, his eyes getting empty, a dark fire seemingly burning within their crimson depths, the wound healing, every little drop of his blood staying on his body, the blood that was on the ground slowly turning into dust, scattering with a minute movement of him, his hands being thrown in front of him, a feeling like something wanted to come out of his body to eat the thing.

Inside, the creature thrashed at its restraints, the restraints buckling, as freedom came for a moment, it's jabbering mouth closing and opening for a brief instant, it's skeletal face glowing with an animalistic glee as it opened its eyes, seeing its prey in front o fit and then lashing out with a claw, grabbing the bones of the arm which held the gun, ripping it off without as much as a second glance, the eyes going towards the face, a chittering sound emerging from his throat as he moved in for the kill, his mouth opening and taking a chew out of the throat, biting through the flesh without as much as a problem.

The body hit the floor with a splattering sound, the blood dripping from Ranma's face, as he chattered once more, seemingly still within his dazed state, before some measure of sanity seemed to superimpose itself upon him again, the beast chained once more. "I wonder what that was…" he muttered as he wiped off the red liquid from his chin and around his mouth, not sparing the remains a glance, as if he wanted to ignore them. A deadly silence had fallen as he entered the vault, still unaware that behind him, they had all frozen up as they had witnessed his savage manner of killing a guard, though he was still aware that he had done it in such a manner.

Is he insane or something? He just ripped out someone's throat, killing him with one jerk of the jaw and then acts like he's all surprised… though, with the mental attack he no doubt suffered from brainy-boy, he must've been messed up in the beginning. She looked at the rest of the people present, seeing Ranma come out dusting off his hands, within his outfit a simple box hidden, one which contained all the riches. It was a technique he had explained to her as hidden weapons, hiding something in an incredibly short space.

"Let's go." Without sparing any time, he jumped to the front doors, blowing them open with an open palm thrust, before jumping atop one of the lantern poles, then advancing upon a roof, Aracha following without question, his stride fast, as he jumped on roof after roof, eventually getting to the dock area of Tokyo, looking at the ships moving through the bay area. "Was that necessary, Ranma?"

"What?" he asked, looking at her, his eyes seemingly shrouded, her stance being slightly reluctant by the look on his face, as she didn't know what to expect at this moment from him. "You bit someone's throat out, what spurred on that behavior?"

I did that? Why would I do that? I'm not mad, are I? is it some remnant of the Neko-ken that takes a hold of me every time I am in a violent scene, or just something else? "I don't know, honestly." He looked at the container they were standing on now, waiting for the hour to reach twelve. Their base, empty as it was, was already running, the few members of their organization working on cleaning up a little bit and just getting settled for a bit.

"Let's just wait here, we should meet someone who's interested in joining our organization." She said, as she seated herself, busying herself with her outfit, the attire being a bit damaged, her skills with the needle and thread being bearable for the mending of her outfit.

Hitomi looked at the abomination made from kitchenware and sighed deeply as Akane charged at it with a battle cry. This was really getting out of hand, and she wondered whether she should just give up now. It'd be a mark on her career, but she did not care, the entire prospect of Akane learning to cook being already named as a pipe dream by her, so she would either have to tell the girl that she couldn't learn to cook from her, and tell her to go work for the government as a toxic weapon maker.

Akane charged at the metal monstrosity, which had been absorbing most of the kitchenware to grow to the size it was, a few spoons falling to the ground as she hit it with her fist, tears welling up within her eyes at the pain that went through her body as she looked at her creation. The only thing she wanted was to clean it, not to make this kind of monstrosity… but she had tried to mix the cleaning agent with some others, since it'd be all better if she did, since the more cleaning agents, the cleaner it got, right?

"Hitomi-sensei, I'll just defeat it! It won't harm you or me, I am a martial artist and used to such things!" with a final punch, the entire construct from Akane's creative skills collapsed, the cleaning agents coming from the heap of metal looking like blood, Hitomi's eyes following it slightly, as she looked at the kitchen knife that had been untouched, her hand inching towards it, grasping it with a steady hand, testing the blade for a moment with a finger, watching as some crimson blood welled up, a sick smile appearing upon her face as she crept up on Akane, who was still looking at the remains of the 'new cleaning agent' and turned around, her fist lashing out by accident, slugging Hitomi in the jaw, sending her flying out of the kitchen, the knife pinned against the wall. "Hitomi-sensei! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you behind me!"

Hitomi slowly came to herself as she looked at the clock, seeing that it was close to twelve o'clock in the night, looking at Maki, who sat on the bed, reading a book, the title not seen from her viewpoint, but still it looked fine to her. "Where is she?!"

Maki looked up at her friend, a soft smile coming to her face. "She's gone home, she was so upset after she belted you into a wall, that I told her that I'd make sure that you lived. I told her to stay home for the next day too, so you'd be able to get some rest, to heal a bit. How are you feeling now?" Hitomi's eye twitched, a grin stretching her mouth, as chuckles came from her mouth. "I can't believe it. The girl made from the simple cleaner I handed her, a metal monster that was about to kill me! This isn't normal, Maki-chan. Tell me that she won't have a kitchen here, I'll go to Makoto-chan if I have to, but please, I don't want to ruin your house too…"

Maki smiled softly, she had thought that her friend would be this frantic, brushing a hand through her hair softly, as she pulled out from the book a small paper article. "Call this number, and join that organization. If you really want to get away from that girl, call that number, and join them. I forbade her to ever cook at my place, so you're safe here." Hitomi sighed in relief at that, knowing that she'd have some respite from the cooking crazy, looking at the number and then getting ready to dial the number, until she thought about it, knowing that it was late and thinking that it could be tomorrow too that she called. "I'll call tomorrow morning, i don't think we should disturb them at this time..."

"Master, I have a report for you." She appeared before Ranma, dressed in her kunoichi garb, bowing as she held out the report, the paper folded as was proper, her entire pose and stance being subservient, as should be, since he was the leader of the organization. "Thanks, I suppose. Why don't you take a seat and wait along with us, Ayame-chan, am I correct?" "Hai, Master. I will wait with you." She knew that with this, it would be easier for her to gain assassination contracts, since joining a criminal organization was something which was pretty much forbidden by her 'trainers'. They seemingly believed in eternal peace with just a few undesirable elements to be eliminated. She neither cared much for all that pish-pash, just the swift clean kill mattered to her.

Status Report on Arachnea

Employee Count: 23

Leading figures: 2

Leader: R. S.

Net Worth: 2 million American dollars

Vault contents: 2 million American dollar in Yen amounts

Special employees: 1 Kunoichi (A.Y.)

"Thank you for the brief report, Ayame-san." He bowed briefly, before Aracha's watch beeped, and she looked at the docks area, where a person dressed in a long coat walked onto a pier, leaning against a lamppost eventually, apparently waiting for them.

"Are you the ones from Arachnea?" the voice, still distorted, asked, and Ranma nodded. "You're not much to look at, are you? Dressed like some geek with a medieval obsession and a spider-lady…" a hand around the throat caused the voice to chuckle softly, a blinding light emerging from under the coat, an explosion following suit as the body was mechanical, a figure stepping onto the pier dressed identically, Ranma looking at the figure with barely veiled distaste, it being his skin which got seared by the explosion.

A pair of hands clapped a few times, as the person approached them, a fedora upon the head shrouding the face, along with the trench coat bearing a gun holster on the side. "Very interesting. I must applaud your durability."

"Who are you?" the figure halted at Aracha's question, Aracha not trusting him one bit. She moved in front of Ranma, why she didn't know, but still, she did it. She looked at Ranma, whose clothing got petty beat up, and knew that they'd have to get him new clothes, since this'd be something of a bother to repair, and new ones would probably suit him better anyways.

"I am merely a man of science." He threw off the fedora hat, looking at the two super villains, his pale skin being a contrast to his brown eyes, which looked straight at Ranma without any sort of distaste, but merely with a curiosity. "What would you like me to do, master, Mistress?" before he knew it, a tanto was shoved against his neck, the blade nicking the flesh slightly, as the kunoichi had taken position behind him, the entire of the action being swift enough for it to catch him off-guard.

"Leave him be, he's amused me." Ranma's voice acted on it's own, as he looked at the 'man of science' and grinned. The pale skin, along with the hair which framed the face, almost like a boyish dark hair-but, but still, the brown eyes seemed to be holding quite the lot of knowledge within them. "What are you specialized in, if I may so ask?"

"Science, but mostly technical or biotechnical. I don't care much for the physics and such, so I guess you could call me a super-mechanic, but hey, I prefer to call myself an engineer of super-skill." The scientifically oriented young man said, looking at Ranma with a challenge within his eyes. "You saw my Nightbot, so I guess my skill is proven. Bring me to your headquarters, and I shall install myself. My name is Nakamura Rideki, but you may call me R."

"Welcome to Arachnea, R." Ranma said as he walked to the young scientist, shaking his hand with a quick gesture, as R's face showed a grin, as he shook Aracha's hands, Ayame being forced to shake too, at R's prodding. "I guess that we'd better get me settled, and with chambers of course., Every good organization need a scientist, and with me, you'll have it all ready in no-time." He was picked up without effort, and the trip to their lair went without accident, nobody recognizing Ranma due to his change in attire, the lost boy even passing them by thinking they were super heroes, even after Ranma had accidentally stood on his head, the young eternally lost boy merely grumbled a little bit, even asking whether they'd be able to defeat Ranma for him, since he was a 'wicked person'.

"I'll even install some traps for you!" were R's parting words as he was led towards the minion rooms, Ranma getting the feeling he had gotten a good member for Arachnea in, but an eccentric one…

Why he was thinking about maid uniforms, everyone might never know…

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