Once again, I do not own anything but the plot. There I said it. On with the story.

For three weeks Ranma stayed in the church at night, and roamed the streets during the day. He had lost all meaning and direction in his life. He stole what he needed to survive, nothing more. He no longer lived; he merely survived. All that changed at the beginning of the fourth week with the arrival of an angel. An 'Angel of Death' by the name of Walter.

Walter had one last assignment before he retired and he planned to execute it perfectly. Go in, silence the target, clean up, and be out before sunrise. If things went as planned, he'd be in and out in 30 minutes. However, things do not always go as planned. As they say, "The best laid plans of mice and men".

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Ranma was wandering around the town, as usual when he saw them. Hideous beasts, they were once human, he could tell that much. However, they looked as if they had just been dug up out of an old grave. He then saw something that made his blood run cold as ice. He saw his father, at least what was left. One arm had been torn off and it looked like his throat had been ripped out. Then he saw Him. The vampire that did all that to his father. The vampire then beckoned to him, trying to get him closer. Did he think he was stupid?

"Come here child. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The vampire said as he came closer. "Would you like to stay young forever? I can make it so you can play for all eternity. Would you like that?"

Ranma thought for a second and decided to use a term he had recently heard.

"Sod off, you lying piece of shit." He flipped him the bird and ran.

Had he stuck around he would have seen the vampire turn red with anger. Then again, had he stuck around this would be a short story because he'd be dead. Anywho …… back to the story.

As Ranma ran he kept repeating one thought in his head, "Not possible, not possible, not possible…." He had thought that his father was dead, but to see him like that was more than the child could take and he panicked. As he ran back to his church, he never noticed the helicopter descend from the sky. He likewise never saw a lone figure drop and start to take on the force of ghouls that this lone vampire had created.

As he finished up with the ghouls, Walter looked around and spotted the vampire he was sent to silence chase a small boy. He noticed that the boy was headed towards a church that looked to have been abandoned long ago. He than saw that there was a ghoul chasing the boy as well, but it was a bit slower. Walter cursed as he realized that they were out of range of his mono-filament wires.

"I can't let that boy die. No one deserves to die so young." He thought as he ran to try to save the lad.

Ranma entered the church through his hole and hid behind the remains of an alter. Suddenly, there was a shower a splinters, dust, and debris as the vampire decided to forgo finding a way to get in and made an entrance himself. Ranma was on the verge of hyperventilating with fright. He could hear footsteps growing louder and louder, competing with the pounding of his rapidly beating heart. Then the footsteps stopped.

Ranma looked around in a daze, half aware of what was happening. Then a desperate plan started to form in his mind. If he could just get to a knife he had stolen, he just might have a chance to get through this alive. However, before he could implement it, a hand burst through the alter and pulled him back and into the air.

"I gave you the chance to live forever, child. Since you have chosen to not accept my offer, you shall die. Ironic really; you shall be killed by your father, who gave his life to save yours." The vampire told him with a sneer.

With a laugh, he threw Ranma across the room where he bounced to a stop. Groggily, he looked up and saw his knife. With a leap he snatched it up and turned to face ….. his father, who had just caught up to them.

"Dad, please, don't do this." Ranma pleaded.

"Don't bother. He's my slave now. His soul is mine." The vampire gloated.

"Daddy, please. Don't." Ranma begged with tears in his eyes.

"Now slave, kill him." The vampire ordered.

As the ghoul, formerly known as Genma, staggered forward growling with each step. Ranma tried one last time to reach through to his father.

"Dad, d-don't, don't do this. Please!" cried Ranma tearfully.

That was the last thing he was able to say before he was dodging for his life and soul. Genma may have become the undead, but he was very strong, as could be told by the holes in the wall he was creating with his punches and kicks. As he was dodging, Ranma started fighting back. He was using skills that he had started to pick up from various masters on the training journey. He went for a kick at the neck, but it didn't even slow the Genma-ghoul. He started to panic as he tried different techniques, all of them useless. Genma-ghoul would just shrug them off and keep attacking. One punch he was just a second to slow to dodge. As the blow connected, Ranma felt one of his ribs snap, and when he landed, he coughed up some blood as he felt his left arm become dislocated. Ranma was starting to come to terms that in order to live, he would have to kill his father. Then he had no choice, the time has upon him. Genma-ghoul had just leaped at him, drool flying from his gaping mouth. Live or die. Die or live. Ranma screamed, dodged, and slashed with his knife aiming for the neck. His scream died out when he saw his father's head go flying and turn to ash along with his body. He fell to his knees and started to cry; even though his father had told him countless times that it was un-manly. He just didn't care anymore.

He than realized that he wasn't being attacked. Curious, he turned and beheld a sight most amazing. An old man was kicking the vampire's ass. Even his father couldn't beat it, but here was an old man almost twice his father's age about to kill it. No one noticed a candle get knocked to the ground and roll to a stop beneath a drapery, which caught fire. As a last resort the vampire grabbed Ranma and held him in front of him, as a human shield while Walter pulled out a .357 Magnum Revolver.

"If you kill me, you kill the boy." The vampire said as he started to squeeze Ranma's neck.

"There are other ways to kill you than with a bullet through the heart," Walter replied as he put his gun away and put on his gloves.

"Oh really. And how exactly are you going to kill me?" asked the vampire with a sneer.

"Like this." Walter said as he flicked his wrist.

The only warning the vampire had was a glint of something metallic coming at him through the air. However he did not realize the danger until he felt something squeezing his neck. When he looked down slightly, he noticed a silvery thread coming from around his neck going down to Walter's gloved hand. As he started to panic, his hand started to crush Ranma's throat. Walter realized that it was now or never so, with a sharp tug, he separated the vampire's head from his body. As the head tumbled away, it and the body turned to ash, dropping Ranma on his butt.

"I'm sorry about that lad. I'm Walter Dolnezz from the Hellsing Organization. What is your name?" queried Walter.

"R-Ranma sir. Ranma Saotome. Are you an angel?" asked a scared Ranma.

"Yes Ranma, I am. I'm an angel of death." Replied Walter with a soft smile.

"Are you going to kill me?" Ranma asked him.

"No Ranma, I'm not going to kill you." Walter answered him.

"Then what are you going to do with me?" asked a now curious Ranma.

Walter frowned. That was a very good question. What was he to do? He staid quiet for a while as he thought.

"I guess I'll take you to your parents. Where are they?" asked Walter finally.

"The ghoul I killed was my dad." Answered Ranma while tears rolled down his cheeks.

Walter gathered Ranma to him and rocked him back and forth. He then tried again. "What about your mother? Surely you must know where she is."

When Ranma shook his head Walter sighed. He then smiled as he made his decision.

"How would you like to come with me?" Walter asked Ranma. "I'll take care of you, if you'll let me."

"Will you teach me to kill vampires?" he asked.

"I suppose so. If you want to learn bad enough, then I'll teach you." Walter answered him. "But if you come with me you have to give up all that you know. Are you willing to do this?" he asked.

Ranma thought long and hard about this. In the end he looked up and gave his answer, "I am."

That night Ranma left his old life behind, burning along with the church; and arose from the ashes like the phoenix of legend. He left with Walter, and with one final look back at the church he climbed aboard the Hellsing helicopter. Thus was born the Toushin, the God of War.

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