Poisoned Honor

A RANMA 1/2 FAN FICTION

BY WILLIAM O'HALLORAN

AKA Nuki Mouse

Authors notes: This is a story based on characters owned and copy righted by Takahashi Rumiko and VIZ Communications. I wrote this story for entertainment purposes only and have not received any money for it, nor will I attempt to.

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* See Author's note at end of chapter for explanation of term or name.

CHAPTER SEVEN: By The Fading light of Day

Nodoka had finished the phone call to the Tendo home but felt only slightly relieved at its outcome. While she had informed Ranko's family of her strange visit, something about the call didn't ring true.

When Kasumi answered the phone, I could tell there was something wrong, she was... apprehensive or worried, Nodoka noticed. When I called, the first thing Kasumi asked ME was if I seen Ranma! She realized. Kasumi, she knows I haven't seen Ranma in almost 12 years, why would she think I saw him NOW? I know that I.... I failed him, somehow. Why else is he gone every time I visit? Nodoka asked herself I thought I saw him once.... when that jet of water swept me up into the air, right before I passed out, I thought it was Ranma.... he looked so brave, so strong!

The loneliness and despondency that had been an ongoing foe for the last 12 years welled up and attempted to fill Nodoka with despair, sapping away her energy, and she all but collapsed into a nearby sofa, burying her face in her hands in grief. I have failed him! All I ever wanted was a strong son... She thought as tears ran down her face and wet her hands.

I can tell there's something wrong! When I told Kasumi about Ranko's visit... Kasumi almost seemed like she had expected it... I hope I was wrong! I feel a connection to Ranko somehow, I... hope she's not suicidal, as her thoughts return to Ranko's 'visit'. I should do something! I need to do more! If she kills herself, I'll be partly responsible, I could have, should have, stopped her. I wish I knew... she looks so like me...

Nodoka forced herself to raise her head up and she looked once more at the photo across the room, if only to verify the likeness. She could be the daughter I always wanted... I wanted... Nodoka thought. Ranko, she's really an orphan, Nodoka remembered as she recalled the tragic story that Kasumi had secretly told her, that of Ranko's parents dying in an accident while she was still but an infant. No wonder she's so sad and confused, a girl that age needs her mother...

I know Kasumi would try her best, but she's already "mother" to her sisters, Nodoka rationalized to herself. If Ranko really is a cousin or maybe even a... a STEP sister of mine... Maybe I can be her 'mother'. This brought fresh tears to her eyes. Nodoka knew that the greatest disappointment in her life was her infertility, that she loved children and had wanted a large family. For years she blamed Genma, that he wasn't man enough to give her more children.

She found fault in everything he did, he was dishonest, he was weak, he had no morals, no integrity.... She had transferred her own frustrations to him, that HE wasn't MANLY enough to give her more kids. Then that final fight, after the doctor told them SHE was infertile.

Genma said it was useless to wait any longer, that there will be no more children, and that I was the failure, not HIM! He took out six years of aggravation on me, and informed me that he was leaving and taking Ranma with him! I couldn't stop him... but at least I got his promise to raise Ranma to be a man among men, unlike his father... Nodoka bitterly thought as she felt depression and loneliness that had been her constant enemies since that day threaten to rise up and overwhelm her again.

I need to get up! I need to do something! Nodoka mentally ordered and forced herself up off the sofa. After years of empty existence, she had finally taken control of her life. In the first few years Ranma was gone, she let herself go to hell, the only thing she had to live for was her belief in Ranma's eventual return and the occasional letter from him and Genma.

Her friends finally convinced her to seek help, to see a psychiatrist. It took over two years of therapy for her to overcome her depression and start putting her life together again. She resumed her martial arts training again, along with running and aerobics, and regained her lost form and figure, and she tried to fill her days with activities. First as a solution to her loneliness, but then because of her re-found love of children, she had become the neighborhood resident babysitter and surrogate mother, watching the local children in her own home.

She look over at the bookshelf in the corner, filled with story books, toys, mangas, and tankouban* volumes, all 'donated' by her various 'regulars' over the years. Whenever I start to feel depressed I just has to remember what I have NOW, She told herself. Noticing several books scattered on the floor she started to straighten up the corner. That Rei-chan, she never puts them away! Nodoka smiled to herself, thinking of the young girl whom she last sat for.

She picked up one of the tankouban volumes and glanced at the cover. OH! She was reading that one, Nodoka thought. She did have a secret vice and that was for the various shoujo and shounen mangas and tankouban she kept 'just for the children,' and the one she held was one of her favorites. The premise of some of these are so crazy, I wonder how anyone ever dreams them up!

She flipped through the pages of the book, smiling at the humorous illustrations. This one always makes me laugh, with all the troubles Futaba-kun* gets him or HER-self into! I can just imagine his dilemma at keeping his dual genders hidden for everyone! All the times he almost gets caught, when he changes sex in class, or wears the wrong underwear... She thought as she found herself looking at an absurd panel showing a very pretty and sexy young female Futaba-chan with her skirt billowed up around her waist, to show she was wearing her male body's boxer shorts.

Now what does this remind me of? Nodoka thought. Of course! Ranko in her shorts! She could fit right in this manga! She's even cuter and sexier than Futaba-chan! Nodoka closed the book, her mood serious again as she thought of the troubled girl that had her so worried. WHAT the h...! Nodoka mentally exclaimed as a truly absurd thought entered her mind. Ranko and Futaba? Ranko and... "...RANMA?"

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Ranma-chan was tired, sore, and bewildered, as she fled from her mother's home, or more precisely, the vision of her mother nude... I can't believe it... My own mom, I can't live like this... I can't be like this. ...and was trying to retrace her route back to Nerima. She finally reached the Tokyo #5 expressway. In the shade of a dry culvert she laid down on the cool concrete and rested her body for what seemed like the first time in hours, but she could not rest her mind.

Ranma thought back in shame to only the night before, when he finally worked up enough courage to ask Akane to join him for a movie that night, his treat. In reality the actual reason for the impromptu date was to formally propose marriage to her. This was spurred on by yet another would-be fiancee's arrival in Nerima just that morning.

This one Ranma managed to handle totally by himself, in private, and without disturbing the Wa of the Tendo abode any further. All it took was a quick splash of cold water and a little play-acting to convince the would be father in-law that he was really a she, and a very gay she at that, and was just ecstatic about "her" bride, and fiancee #8 or was it #9? was history.

Afterwards Ranma spent all of five minutes assessing possible solutions to the "Fiancee Wars", as he secretly called his love life. Since the careers of priest, eunuch, or gigolo didn't really appeal to him (Although the last one WAS tempting, it probably wouldn't work anyway.) He knew the only true workable remedy was marriage and as soon as possible and that, of course, meant Akane.

This was not by some Hobson's Choice, or that Akane was the least troublesome of his fiancees. Nor was it because it would allow him to live his own life, as a martial artist, not some glorified stud or short order cook. He would shovel cow dung if it meant he could be with Akane. No, it was for the simplest of reasons; Akane was the one he truly loved, and the only one he could see spending his life with.

When Akane tried to decline his offer, Ranma had a ready stratagem for this, he just replied "Oh, that's ok. I'll just ask Shampoo if she'd..." and got about that far before Akane suddenly remembered she was free that night and a movie was a terrific idea.

I had it all planned out... My best clothes, flowers, I even let'er pick the movie... she recalled. Akane picked a sappy 'date' movie, just like I hoped! The perfect mood setter, I even p-p-put my arm 'round her Ranma-chan thought with a shudder as her current passions for her fiancee again rose up at this memory. NO! Its wrong, I can't...! she told herself, trying to control them, before continuing.

I remember how she looked in her light blue blouse and matchin' skirt, she even placed some of the flowers in her hair. After the movie we stopped at the bridge, OUR bridge, and watched the pale silver moonlight shimmer off the water. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight... She turned ta me and asked if there was a special reason why I asked her out, and I... I choked... Ranma-chan recalled moment, permanently enshrined as her most disheartening memory.

I was so dumbstruck with her beauty, I couldn't say it, just 4 simple words, 'WILL... YOU... MARRY... ME', I couldn't even show her the damn ring! She raged at herself. Then, I just stood there and STARED at her, like a total idiot, or a dead fish. She finally gave up waitin' for a reply and asked me in a huff what I thought of the movie at least.

Chouso*, I just had ta say it! Of all dumbest the answers I coulda picked, I had ta pick that! I couldn't help it, it just sorta slipped out before I could stop it... "I guess it was ok for a CHICK FLICK...'" Ranma-chan bitterly recalled her answer. The next thing I remember is Akane yellin' at me for being an uncaring, insensitive jerk, and then stormin' off before I could even start ta explain. By the time she cooled off, we were back at the dojo and then it was too late ta a-ask her... too late f-f-forever... Ranma told herself as she fought back bittersweet tears of remorse for all she had lost.

AKANE! I love you! I want you! I... ugh! DAMN! Ranma cursed herself as her control slipped yet again and her passions for her fiancee surged forth. WHY DO YOU PLAGUE ME SO, YOU VILE THOUGHTS.... Damn it! Now I'm soundin' like KUNO! she told her inner voice. Ranma's mind was actually clearing slightly as the harsh potions were slowly, finally, starting to wear off. The extreme waves of lust and passion were diminishing a bit, but the desire to seek out Akane was still strong.

I could just go and talk ta her, finish sayin' what I couldn't last night, tell'er... No, I c-can't... Not any more. S-S-She'll never see me as anything but as her rapist. I failed her... let her down... Ranma realized as her thoughts became more coherent. Let her down! I BETRAYED her! First with Shampoo... then Nabiki, then (ugg) AKANE! Ranma condemned herself. I even tried to rape Ryouga! "OH PLEASE FORGIVE ME AKANE" She yelled at the top of her lungs, echoing the same cries she made hours before.

She can't forgive me, no one can. What I did can't be forgiven, I failed. Failed her, failed mom, failed ME. I deserve ta die Ranma contemplated her fate as she felt the bulge of the tanto tucked in her sash. I should do it now, right here... before I fail again...

Ranma painfully knelt on the hard rocky bottom of the culvert and pulled out the knife, she raised her eyes and took one last look at the world she was leaving and saw a beautiful... bag of garbage and an old flat tire. Somewhere in some corner of Ranma's mind a small voice spoke out I don't want ta die HERE with the trash.... (but I'm trash...) No, the bridge, our bridge, were I first realized how cute she was, where I wanted ta propose ta her... I'll do it there... and she placed the knife back in her pocket and rose unsteadily to her feet.

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Cologne had just finished sampling the potion in the 2nd bottle. "WE MUST FIND RANMA RIGHT NOW!" Cologne yelled. It was now her turn to blanch white as a sheet and she started to rush for the door, as a sudden feeling of premonition and dread infused itself in her mind. Damn it, Shampoo, you didn't HAVE to use Succubus Blood! Cologne silently cursed to herself. I hope Ranma is alone, for his sake, not yours! That he's strong enough, that its not already too late! But Cologne suspected the worst.

But then even Son-in-law can't be expected... Cologne momentarily stopped dead, both in her tracks and thoughts, knowing what Shampoo's latest scheme could mean for a female Ranma-chan. No, no more Son-in-law, that will never happen now, Shampoo must pay and I think the price will be rather steep. Cologne realized with regret, as she stood there re-accessing her thoughts and hopes for the future.

The three others were still quietly sitting around the table, shocked by Cologne's sudden shout and imminent departure. Kasumi was in Dr Toufu's arms, sharing together their new empathic bond, while Nabiki sat across from the two "lovebirds". The expressions on the faces of the three ranged from the frighten blanched white of Kasumi, mirrored in Ono Toufu's, to a red faced Nabiki, still nursing her anger at Cologne, herself, and even a little still towards Ranma, being that she was always a little too cynical to quickly forgive or forget anyone or anything.

They don't deserve this... Cologne thought, but did not know what she could, or actually should tell them, and sadly shook her head, turning towards the door once more.

"Please don't leave yet! You must tell us what's wrong!" Kasumi cried out, for once not in the voice of a proper lady of the house, but that of a frightened teenager which she really was. NO! I'm losing it! thought Kasumi as she felt her strong emotional control and air of serenity that she maintained, which has always served as the anchor in the storm for the entire Tendo household, slipping away from her.

To Kasumi's amazement, it was Ono of all people who became her anchor in her moment of distress as he squeezed her tightly, and she could feel him, in more ways than just physical. His feelings of love, comfort, and trust helped to restore her 'sea legs', and she thanked him with one last tight hug of her own and a secretive kiss on the cheek, before she broke their embrace and darted after the diminutive form of the Amazon Elder, hopping away on her staff.

"Please wait, Honorable Elder. Is Ranma in grave danger? Can you tell us what we can do to help?" Kasumi managed to resume a resemblance of her normal, calm, even voice as she tried to project the persona of "Kasumi the unflappable" again. But her flushed face and quick nervous hand movements, first straightening her hair, then smoothing her dress, which actually made both of them look worse, betrayed her true feelings and level of concern. Cologne's sudden desire to help Ranma and her obvious worry about the other potion, fueled Kasumi's imagination with a strong premonition of peril and she somehow knew Ranma was in grave danger.

Cologne stopped and pirouetted around on her staff to face the rest of them. "We must search everywhere between here and his mother's home! It is imperative that we find Ranma. Even Son in...., Even Ranma can't control himself if his veins is filled with Succubus blood!"

"Succubus Blood? What in the devil is that?" Nabiki demanded, as she rose from the table and slowly made her way towards Cologne. "I'm half thinking you're making up these names on the spur on the moment, old mummy" she continued. Nabiki stared defiantly at Cologne, pulling herself to her full height so as to tower over the diminutive Elder, "Is it another one of those 'Forbidden Knowledge' drugs that you and that slut alley cat Shampoo have no apparent qualms about using?"

"Youngster! That is enough! I haven't lived 300 years to have to put up with the likes of you." Cologne spat back in a voice like that of a fed up mother talking to an unruly toddler, as she jumped off her staff and took aim at Nabiki. Suddenly, almost faster than Nabiki could even see, Cologne struck out with her staff and tapped her lightly on the side. Just as quickly Cologne struck out again, and this time Nabiki tried to block it, only to receive a tap to her head, followed by a dozen or more to various other body spots.

"Don't you get uppity with me, Girly! In case you haven't notice, I'm here to help Ranma and I don't have time to bicker with a brat like you, you know. NOW sit down!" Cologne chastised the suddenly weaken Nabiki as the various pressure points caused her to all but fall back into a nearby chair. Nabiki graced Cologne with a look of pure contempt, lips clenched shut to bite off any signs of discomfort, as she defiantly managed to push herself back up on her feet, ignoring the pain points Cologne had also activated, and faced the Amazon Elder once again.

There was just a hint of approval in Cologne's eyes as she stared back silently at Nabiki's audacity, wondering if her Shiatsu skills might be slipping a bit, before turning to face the others. She quickly recognized the look of fear and worry in the normally unshakable Kasumi's body language, the just plain confused and bewildered appearance of Dr Toufu, who was still in shock from the quick peck on his check from Kasumi, and then back to the mixture of aggravation, concern, and cold vengeance in Nabiki's face, who was not at all happy with Cologne's recent version of "pushing all the right buttons"

She has guts and some hidden skills, that girl. Someone taught her to resist Shiatsu spots as well, maybe with a little training... momentarily slipped into Cologne's thoughts as she reevaluated Nabiki, to be filed away for later review. Dam it! My instincts tell me that we don't have a moment to waste, but I must tell them something of the danger that Ranma is in from, or may pose to anyone of the opposite sex he, or she!, may encounter right now. Cologne knew. For my own peace of mind, as well, and Amazon laws be damned!

Cologne drew herself fully upright and nervously paced placed back and forth in front of the others as she quickly, but systematically, lectured them on Succubus Blood, much like she had done many countless times before for Amazon neophytes in training.

"Succubus blood is the ultimate sexual stimulate known to the Amazons, much like a super ginseng or Spanish fly, but much more potent and without any compulsion not to force sex, it also makes the sex much more enjoyable. We Amazons have used it in very small amounts over the centuries to 'enhance' sexual performance, stamina, and to deal with certain medical 'disorders' such as impotence and frigidity. Many times a wedding of connivance has been made 'tolerable' by this drug. BUT it is NEVER to be mixed with Lover's Bane!

When mixed, the two potions will cause a person to lose all control of his or her sexual drive, making them into an insatiable rapist or whore. The Blood would override any inhibitions the victim may have against forcing themselves on unwilling partners or be able to prevent themselves from becoming a victim of rape" Cologne explained. "The worst of it is that in the victims mind, they may realize what they are doing is wrong but can't control or stop themselves."

At this, Ono Toufu finally came out of his semi shocked state of mind and rose from the table, quickly joining the two sisters and Cologne, standing by the entryway to the kitchen. Some help I have been, Ono condemned himself first I babble on about finding Ranma, Then when Cologne asked for help finding him, I just sit here like a frightened rabbit! I must DO something! He thought as he tried to assess the situation as he had learned to do while still interning at one of the larger Tokyo hospitals.

The first priority of a doctor in an emergency situation is to remain calm and to help clam down the patients and their family Ono could almost hear his old Sensei tell him. As he slipped in beside Nabiki, so to stand next to Kasumi, he whispered harshly into the ear of the younger sister "Damn it, Nabiki, your continuous power plays with Cologne are not doing us any good, Please Stop it NOW!"

Turning to face his mentor, he too, like Nabiki, was finding it hard to resolve hers and Shampoo's actions with the Amazon code of ethics she had been teaching him, but Ono put that aside for now and address the elder in a most respectful tone.

"Sensei, are you now saying Ranma may be out raping people as we speak?" Ono asked the elder as he squatted low so to look her directly into her eyes. Second, make sure you gather all pertinent information on the patient and their symptoms before making a diagnosis of their condition. The old doctor's lecture seemed to continue in the back of Ono's mind.

"I'm afraid it may be worst than that, at least for Ranma…." Cologne's voice trailed off in regret and remorse. After a few moments while Cologne slowly rubbed her eyes, unable to hide the fact that they were once more tearing up, she started to explain. "You all have seemed to forgotten Ranma is most likely in her girl form right now. Given his strong feelings for Akane, I doubt that the male Ranma would be running away from the Dojo if he was male again. He would be literally driven to Akane, given his feelings for her. The only way Ranma would be able to stay away is by being in her female form. I'm actually quite surprised Ranma hasn't tried to change back so he could 'love' Akane" Cologne continued. I'm also surprised she still can stay away even when female

"As a male, with the drug in him, he would be openly sexually aggressive, but unable to really fight effectively." Cologne stated. "Oh, he would still have his Normal strength, but all his chi based enhancements would be gone," Cologne explained. "That means his co-ordination, special attacks, and endurance. He may be able to run and jump, and overpower a unskilled victim by brute force, but really fight?" Cologne continued, as she shook her head in a negative. "He'll find he has THREE left feet if he tries anything other than a simple punch, plus any blows striking him may do severe damage, as in broken bones and cuts and bruises, due to his over reliance of Chi for bodily protection. This goes double for his female form."

"But as a female, right now, with this drug in her, Ranma will be giving off all the subtle signs of an alley cat in heat, including pheromones, body language, and physical signs of extreme sexual arousal and desire," Cologne warned. "If she meets up with any willing male who she "likes" at all, she may end up flat on her back with her legs spread before she could even remember the word 'VIRGIN'. She may even rape HIM! But worse, if she meets up with an unscrupulous man she doesn't "like" or even know, she will not be able to fight him off very well, if at all, and most likely find her body actively "helping" in her own rape, once it started."

A deep melancholy mood of anguish and depression filled the room as the three woman; two young ones whose days were still mostly untouched by misfortune, the third, old and weary from her years of life but still not yet tired of living, and the Doctor; who had thought he already seen all the cruelty fate could dish out, were only now realizing the true misery and horror that their 'brother', student, patient, and basically friend and loved one might be facing even now.

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Ranma wearily followed the roadway north and, by chance or fate, located the very same canal underpass that she had used earlier. The sun was low in the sky and shining through the tunnel-like underpass, casting long impenetrable black shadows from the numerous support beams.

As she walked along the canal it felt like the massive expressway above her was pressing down on her, threatening to trap her, but it was her only way back into Nerima. Ranma-chan was half blinded by the intense glare of sun, shining in from the far end, and suddenly she realized just how alone she was. This is not a good place, her mind yelled at her as something set off her battle instincts.

She almost turned around and fled back the other way, but some sense of movement in the shadows behind her stopped her. She walked on, not daring to run, and tried to keep clear of the shadows. I don't wanta fight, I just want ta get outa here Ranko thought. The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stiffened and she could feel unseen eyes on her, undressing her, leering at her, and she crossed arms protectively over her bosom.

Someone's watchin' me! It feels like I'm naked, they're stalkin' me, they WANT me...and to her horror a part of her mind wanted to oblige them and her body was reacting in ways that made its desires known as well.

The silhouette of a large MALE body stepped clear of the all-enclosing shadows that suddenly seem to surround her, and only his outline was visible. "Hey Sugar, lookin' for some FUN?" A slurred drunken voice Or drugged? called out to her.

I can't get outa here without a fight! Ranma-chan realized, But they think I'm justa weak girl... and a slight smile graced her lips as she thought of the beating she would inflict upon them. She tried to sidestep her opponent, so the sun no longer shined in her eyes, but rather than her normal graceful glide, she almost tripped over her own feet in the process. Ranma-chan got her first good look at him and she did NOT like what she saw.

He was both a good 10 cm taller and at least 15 kilos heavier (and none of it body fat!) than her own male form, and was clad in a parody of a black school jacket festooned with a skull and crossbones emblem and dirty jeans. His face was wide with a jutting chin, and a broad 8 cm. long scar graced his temple above the right eye. His hair was dyed snow white, making him look like an old man, although Ranma could tell he was only a couple years older than herself. He smiled at her down at her and licked his lips in a very obscene manner and she could smell the sake on his breath. A Yanki! she thought.

"Oh, baby wants ta play a little first." He grinned at her and closed the distance, reaching out to grab her around her chest.

Ranma didn't wait for him to touch her but tried to strike out with a combo chop and kick at the man's exposed side. Again she all but fell flat on her back as her skills seemed to have abandoned her entirely. Neither blow landed as the Yanki twisted away and landed a counterblow of his own to her side. Ranma gasped in pain as the blow staggered her, and she tried to call on her special attacks. "Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken," she yelled as she threw herself at him once more.

The move and the cry shocked the Yanki, but he was still able to dodge out of her path and her wildly flailing fists failed to hit anything. She tried to stop, but her opponent added a shove to her back and she slammed hard into a pillar and felt something CRACK! in her right shoulder. A jagged edge of metal embedded in the pillar cut viciously into her right cheek as a panting Ranma tried to compose herself and spun around to face the approaching Yanki, blood streaming from her wound.

"Hey Sugar, I gotcha NUTS right here! Lets put'em with yer CHEST and make our own FIRE!" he taunted her while vulgarly gripping his groin.

W-W-Whats wrong with ME! I can't concentrate, my coordination gone, I'm... hurt? a totally shocked Ranma thought. She never before realized how much she relied on her chi and it's enhanced dexterity, endurance, and resistance to injury. Normally she could be thrown through a wall by Ryouga with nary a scratch, or pummeled by Akane's mallet and they would fell like love taps. Now, she was getting her... umm, 'rear' kicked by a second rate thug and had the injuries to prove it.

Ranma raised her hands, pain shooting through her right arm, and tried to throw a chi attack. She felt a momentary warmth in her hands, indicative of chi gathering, but nothing more No! This can't happen! and again she tried to gather her chi as she flung her hands out in a throwing motion.

"Whoa ha ha!" The man laughed at her. "Whatcha think ya are, a magic girl or sumthin! Oh I'm SO scared now, she'd gonna throw a lightin' bolt at me!" He mocked her.

Ranma-chan tried to focus her mind on the battle and watched the over-confidant thug approach her again. As he reached out to grope her, she somehow managed to knock his hand away and tried to land a uppercut to his jaw. As his head rocked back and out of the way, she did land a blow to his ribs and felt something snap.

I still have MY strength, but I can't 'focus' it enough ta fight good or use my chi, I just wanna lay down a curl up ina ball, she realized as she staggered to another pillar for support. I can't fight like this she though, and something in her actually wanted the Yanki to 'win', wanted her to be his "Sugar".

"WHY YOU BITCH!" Her surprised opponent cried out, as he gripped his rib cage in pain.. "Hey Kosuke, Hitoshi, I could usa lit'l help ova here! I ain't doin all da work, We needa teach this bitch a lesson." he gasped out in pain as he staggered in her direction.

"What's wrong, Genji, is she too much woman for ya?" A mocking voice called out from behind a pillar, and a second Yanki, even larger than the first, stepped out from the shadows.

Great, there are two more of them! Ranma-chan thought in panic, but then for some reason she couldn't decide if this was really a good or bad thing. W-w-what is wrong with ME! How could I want that...! As she struggled with the unwanted sexual desires her body was flooding her mind with. I must get outa here! I can't want this, It can't happen! I'ma GUY! She wanted to yell, but not the slightest sound came out.

Her eyes darted from one Yanki to the other as they separated and circled her, showing they had some skill at team fighting or team mugging at least, and she tried to pierce the ominous shadows around her for a clue to the third Yanki's location. Ranma-chan managed to objectively access her chances of escape from the underpass and found them approaching zero and knew that she had only one special move that she still might be able to use, even now. "Saotome Ryu Ogi," She managed to yelled out, and ran for the sunlit end as fast as her legs would carry her.

She could hear the two Yankis pursuing behind her and knew there was no way they could match her speed. just 30 meters to go and she'd be safe! 25 meters... 20 meters...

Suddenly the missing third Yanki, the one she hadn't seen yet, was in front of her, blocking the path. He just seamed to ooze out of the menacing insidious shadows like an evil specter. She tried to dodge around him only to receive a blow to her head from the empty sake bottle he held. It shattered on contact, cutting deep into her scalp and she fell like a ton of bricks and laid dazed on the ground.

Within seconds the first of them was on top of her and she could feel him grasp the collar of her haori, pulling it down, and her listless arms bent back as the coat was all but ripped from her body. He next reached up under her kimono and grabbed her underwear, yanking them down around her ankles in one quick vicious tug.

"Looks like we gotta kinky one here! She likes them men's underwear! I wonder what else she likes!" her assailant exclaimed as he roll her over and loosened the sash around her waist, while savagely groping at her chest.

"Ya gotta see these tits! she's a dammed 'D' cup if I ever saw one!" he yelled at his approaching companions as he climbed on top of her.

This ain't happenin'! I'ma guy... Ranma-chan tried to cry out, to fight back, but she couldn't resist or move at all. She could only lay there, still dazed from the blow to her head, and part of her thought she was getting her just punishment and part of her thought she was getting what she wanted. She could feel his hands touching her, rubbing her, caressing her in ways that Ranma couldn't ignore. Suddenly she couldn't keep her body from responding any more, and a sight moan escaped her lips.

This ain't... I mustn't... one part of her mind still continued, as another part thought My poor Akane! I know how ya musta felt! I feel dirty, soiled. I'll never get clean again. Oh Kami, I wish this was justa nightmare but her torment was only beginning as a third part of her mind was... well let's just say it was aroused.

Ranma-chan tried to deaden herself to these thoughts and to the feelings in her body, to resist, but the drugs in her body were still too strong, and the feelings of passion and desire continued to well up in her. She tried, she really tried, but couldn't stop her body from taking a more 'active' role in her rape.

The true horror of it was that her mind was mostly unaffected, and knew exactly what was happening to the rest of her body. As she found her legs spreading on their own and her back arching, she couldn't look her rapist in the face, and she found herself, of all things, staring up at the ceiling above her and counting the number of steel beams holding it up the roadway, anything to ignore what was about to happen to her.

THE END OF PART SEVEN.

Author's Note: a tankouban is a bound volume of a single manga title, on good quality paper, meant to be saved, where as the weekly or monthly manga's have multiple titles in each release and are on cheap newsprint and normally thrown away after reading.

Futaba-kun CHANGE is a manga that is surprising similar to Ranma 1/2, except the hero's (heroine?) sex changes are due to a family genetic disorder, and is triggered not by water, but by stress levels, especially sexual stress.

Finally, a Yanki is the Japanese equivalent of an American street gang member, although they are usually not as violent, and yes, it is just the Japanese way of saying Yankee.