Akane watched as the vials of unidentified liquid flew out of the back of the van, at first with nothing more than a sense of intense disapproval for the lack of caution displayed by the people that secured it. And then one of those vials slammed hard into the back of Nabiki's head just a few yards away and another, less infuriating but adding more fuel to the fire, another slammed down in front of her, bringing with the tinsy sound of shattering glass a momentary feeling of dizziness that combined with a firm sneeze to knock her off of her direction and stumbling a few steps to the right.
In the few short moments that it took her to recover, a woman in hospital scrubs, probably on lunch break, was already attending to her elder sister, and Akane turned her sights on the leaving van with a slight growl.
"Oh no you don't," Akane declared as she took off down the road at the retreating vehicle.
Akane wasn't the strongest of the Nerima martial artists, not by a long shot, but she was stronger than the vast majority of the human population. And she was possessed of a distinct capacity for righteous rage that even Ryouga couldn't quite match, even if his was much easier to trigger. In fact, of all the fighters in Nerima, the only capable of greater levels of destructive anger was the one person who was hardest to truly anger at all.
Still, it was only that that kept her on the van's trail as it drove down the streets recklessly leaving off more vials as it travelled at a decently fast street pace. The van drove on and she chased it relentlessly, though its driver probably didn't have a clue that she was there.
As he pulled on further ahead, hitting streets of higher speed limit, she took a leap to the side of a building, bouncing from one impact to another until she was up on the tops of the street and watching the van turn a corner that gave her a path of intersection. Having an odd feeling of tightness in her chest despite not even a slight cramp in her muscles, she took off again, keeping the quarry in sight.
If she had been paying attention to anything else, she might have wondered at the fact that she felt as if she were moving faster and jumping farther, but at the moment there only two things she was considering: the fact that the people in that truck had hurt her sister and a new appreciation for the sheer exhilaration of raw action.
The next leap she made included a totally unnecessary flip that added another body length's of distance to her leap and brought her past what would probably be the landing point for the most efficient and rational path. Instead, she came down an outstretched pole extending out from a building, which bent momentarily before snapping back up and propelling Akane outward, releasing a howling whoop that was only restrained by the increasingly irritating tight feeling.
The youngest Tendo wondered briefly if this was how Ranma felt all the time as the van passed below her. She smiled broadly as she waited for the leap to end and place her on top of the vehicle so that she could wreak righteous havoc on the fleeing little rabbits inside.
And then van passed on while she was still in the air and turned up into the highway pass, accelerating to speeds, Akane couldn't hope to keep up with.
Grimacing she landed on the asphalt behind the van in the company of a shrieking symphony of screeching tires and grinding metal arising from the multiple collisions provoked by the sudden appearance of a teenaged girl in the middle of the road. Standing straight, she tried to take a deep breath to express her anger at losing the pathetic jerk she'd been chasing, and found again that tightness of breath, only this time she realized what it was.
Reaching up reactively, she gripped through the fabric of her blouse and tore away the bra underneath, freeing up her breath, and also giving several shocked onlookers a partial view of her no-longer so flat chest.
"Damn it!" she shouted angrily.
"Hey!" a voice called out from the sidewalk and Akane turned to see a woman in a police officer's uniform stalking resolutely in her direction. "What are you doing running out in the middle of the…"
The woman got a look at Akane's torn clothes and finished the last few steps to reach the girl's side, grabbing her hand and silently dragging her to the side of the street. When they reached a semblance of privacy, the woman pulled her so that her half-dressed state was shielded from the onlookers.
"What happened to you?" the woman ask, apparently not having seen Akane's landing or tearing at her own clothes to release the pressure. "Were you attacked by someone?"
She reached out in a way that was obviously cautious to keep from upsetting someone who was already potentially upset. The police officer's eyes looking over Akane's body for injuries or bruises that might have been sustained in a struggle of some kind. Her eyes moved up toward Akane's face and froze on the ears, noting a distinct point to them and a very yellow color the eyes.
"What?" Akane responded finally, barely taking the time to read the nameplate Zenigata on the woman's uniform. "No! Look, I was just…"
Her eyes tracked back down the high onto a delivery truck coming down and heading in the same direction as the van had been going. Without thinking about, Akane started darting for the highway on-ramp to reach the road before the truck could pass by.
"Wait, don't go," the well-intentioned police officer called out, grabbing hold of Akane's shoulder. "I can…"
Akane whipped about and quickly bit down into the woman's arm, releasing almost instantly so that she could race upward in swift, bounding leaps that were far above what she had been capable of before, but not yet quite up to the city block spanning leaps that Ranma and Ryouga performed regularly.
The police woman watched, her jaw dropping as she saw Akane land firmly on top of a delivery truck and then start to run forward, moving from vehicle to vehicle along the fast moving traffic. Reflexively, she turned back to her own little scooter, blowing her whistle for the fact that she didn't really have anything better to do to deal with the situation at the moment.
Far ahead, a driver swerved chaotically as a teenager in a torn blouse landed solidly on the hood of their car, Akane waited until the car swerved next to another and leaped outward to the next, gripping on tightly with nails that were now piercing through the steel and pressing her chest against the window of her newest ride in a way that dreadfully distracted the college boys inside.
Experimentally, nervously, the window was lowered, and Akane blinked turning her attention toward the curiously appealing sensation of the cool glass sliding across her skin. The face that looked up at her was half-way between blushing innocence and leering perversion, normally she'd hammer the bastard to within an inch of his life, but at the moment, the older boy just looked so cute.
"Say…uh…would you like to come in?" he asked.
"I'm chasing someone right now," she called out, yelling against the rushing wind, impulsively kissing him on the forehead before jumping back and catching the side of another truck, climbing to the top, a long brown-grey tail wagging behind her.
"Did she have a tail?" the college kid she'd kissed asked.
"How can I tell if she's good tail," the driver demanded. "You're in the way."
Eventually, the traffic thinned out and the van was still not making an appearance. Irritably, Akane dropped down from her most recent moving perch and landed in the middle of a parking lot, emotions warring between sheer joy at the chase and utter disappointment in its failure.
She shrugged her shoulders and looked about, wondering exactly how she was going to get home now.
"Whoa, what this?" a voice asked behind her.
She turned back and looked to see man in his twenties skidding to a skillful stop a few yards away from were Akane stood. A woman was clutching on behind him and both were staring at Akane with a curious sort of detachment.
The man…could have been handsome and the clothes were fine, but, with all the punkish make up and dyed hair, her immediate thought was that he didn't have the boobs or vagina to pull the look off. The lady was hot though, and Akane was strangely very taken with the Yamaha that he was riding. Not that she knew anything really about motorcycles.
"Some sort of furry freak," the woman said with a cruel smirk. "What's the matter little girl? Did puppy get lost chasing a car?"
"I kinda dig the rest of her costume though," the man said with a leer of his own.
Akane cracked her knuckles and walked forward, rolling her shoulder.
"I need some clothes…and a way home," Akane said, eyeing the bike, though a part of her realized that she could make it back on foot (or ridden car), if only slowly.
"And you're going to mug us for that?" the man asked. "Isn't that cute, Miki, the little high school student with the doggy ears is going to steal our clothes and bike."
"It's just precious, Jiro," the woman agreed.
"Hey, how about a bet?" Akane asked. "When I win, you give me your clothes and that bike."
"And what if I win?" Jiro asked.
"I give you and your girl a threesome," Akane said, a strong part of her wondering just when she'd gotten that particular idea.
"Hey now," Miki said, backing away. "I'm not into tha…mmph!"
The woman was cut off as Akane dashed in and kissed her full and heavily on the mouth for a full three seconds before letting go and stepping back, crossing her arms.
"Oh, take the bet," the biker woman said quickly.
"All right, so what's the bet?" the man asked.
Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in his underwear as Akane finished suiting up in his jacket and pants, a gleeful expression on her face as she toyed around with the bike. The man's girlfriend was standing at his side looking non-pulsed, and with a curiously yellow eye-color.
"All right…I've almost got this figured out…" Akane muttered.
Then the motorcycle jerked ahead a few feet, almost spilling her.
"That's the starter!" she declared with a heavy breath and pointing.
"You're a loser," Miki said blandly.
"The damn furry adrenaline junkie asked me to play chicken with the fucking subway train!" the man protested. "And then she did it!"
"Did you see the uber-toned body and tight ass we just lost out on while she was changing?" Miki, teeth starting to point, asked.
"When did you get into Yuri," the man asked. "I thought you were into real men?"
"Yeah, she has you beat there too," Miki sniffed as she started walking toward Akane…just as the wolf-girl sped shakily away down the street. "Aww, fuck, I was going to get her number."
The biker babe glanced down toward the clothes Akane left behind and wondered if there was anything there to point the girl out. She took several steps toward it, ignoring the whining of her bike-less and clothe-less boyfriend.
And another two-wheeled vehicle pulled to a shaky stop in front of her.
"Have you seen a high school girl in a torn shirt," the wolf-ish policewoman on the neighborhood scooter, which looked like it was about to give up the ghost itself, asked. "She may have been upset and acting irrationally…"
Miki looked down the cramped cleavage of the twenty-something woman's obscenely fitting uniform and then licked her lips as she rose to meet the woman's eyes.
"Would you be interested in a date?"
The Yamaha wasn't in nearly so prime condition by the time Akane got it back, irritated again and determined to get a riding lesson the first chance she got.
Walking in the front door she called out a weary welcome.
"Tadaima."
"Oh, hey 'Kane," a familiar voice replied, drawing Akane to look up. "Kasumi's out somewhere, Nabiki's in the hospital, but she's fine, being kept for observation or something and…what happened to you?"
Akane took in the pale-skinned, gothic goddess in front of her and did the first thing that came to mind with her new instincts.
She pounced, her tail wagging madly.
Knocking at the door insistently, Officer Zenigata frowned as her ears picked up on the muffled sound of what could have been a struggle and caught the scent of blood. She slammed the door open and shoved her way inside, freezing to a stop as two teenagers stared up at her.
A pale, gothic girl stared up at her with shallow, bleeding cuts along her shoulders, probably down her back, and a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth as she was straddled by the familiar form of the school girl, whose neck was bleeding from two small injuries, the police officer had been chasing for the better part of two hours. The clothes of both where in clear states of disheveled, though she'd apparently broken in before anything really happened.
"Uh…excuse me," Officer Zenigata said, embarrassedly. "I…I…have a date! Have a good day!"
And with that she backed out of the Tendo house.
Ranma looked up at Akane, who glanced back down.
"What was that?" the goth asked.
Akane shrugged in confusion.
At least until Officer Zenigata stuck her head back in quickly.
"Would like a third?"
No, not going to show a lemon...at least not here, after I get Shampoo, Kasumi and Nabiki done, I think I might start doing new "victims" and maybe some lemons, but for now, just staying PG-13
Also, while I said I was going to have Kasumi transformed, I think I've found a couple of new viruses I want to try, might do Mariko with that:
new viruses:
Beach Babe Virus and Geisha Virus
also, art at my deviant art account...Shampoo's art is up