Wild Noah
Chapter 2
Revenge?
Disclaimer: I do not own either Ranma or Dgrayman
AN: I need a beta
Ranma roof hopped the jitters his upcoming appointment was causing him. After an hour he began to make his way back to the Tendo dojo. Unbeknownst to the pigtailed warrior, but knownst to us (kudos to whoever gets it) the Nerima Wrecking Crew was on their way there as well.
A block from their destination, the Wrecking Crew spotted Ranma and changed course to intercept. Ranma's prodigal danger sense, honed from years of what most anyone other than his father would call blatant child abuse, lit up in the back of his mind alerting him to the approaching danger. As he casually leapt out of the way of a concrete smashing umbrella, a jolt went through his head.
Ranma groaned as he realized the Wrecking Crew could not possibly have picked a worse time to decide to gang up on him. At the moment he could barely think straight let alone fight off several skilled martial artists.
Distracted by the pain, Taro, who Ryoga met up with on the way to the Dojo, (he went through China to get there) landed a solid punch to Ranma's gut while in his cursed form. Spitting up some blood Ranma was sent flying through fences, walls, and even a power pole before he finally came to a stop in a decent sized crater of his own making.
Briefly Ranma realized that hit was a new record for distance, topping even Akane's mallet. Thanks to the distance between him and his attackers, he had a few moments to gather himself and try to push the pain back into the far recesses of his mind. He was partially successful until his forehead split open to form his fifth and final scar.
Ryoga had made it to Ranma's location first, amazingly, and began to pummel him into the ground. Others made it to his position as well, and they all decided they wanted a piece of the being that had caused them so much trouble in the past.
If only Ranma didn't exist I could marry Akane!
If that pigtailed idiot wasn't around anymore my name wouldn't be Pantyhose!
If I defeat Ranma Shampoo is mine! Ranma! I will save the pigtailed girl from your evil clutches, and date Akane, and the pigtailed girl… I must have both!
Wo Ai Ni, it's you I love Ranma!
How dare you cure your curse Ranma! Now who is going to wear this sexy underwear I liberated!?
On and on it went each landing blow after blow. The blood from his wounds was ironically helpful in that they hid the fact that one wound was not of their causing.
As Ranma convulsed in pain, the wounds inflicted on his body were nothing compared to what he was feeling inside. His whole body felt as though it were splitting open from the inside. Wave after wave of seemingly never ending pain tore through his body and mind. He couldn't take it, he wanted it to end. Biting his lip he spat out the blood that had formed in his mouth and let loose a blood curdling scream that froze the Wrecking Crew in its place.
As he stood their panting, Ranma, for the first time, began to feel anger. For the first time he truly comprehended all the pain and sorrow his life was comprised of, and understood the hopelessness of his situation in Nerima. It was as if a dam in his mind had suddenly been lifted, and now he saw the truth. The people in front of him were nothing but pathetic pests, always there to ruin his day.
With his revelations, came a voice. It was soft and sweet in his ear and spoke of pain, and justice, of sweet anger, of wrath. It told Ranma that being angry was alright, being mad at the world was natural, and that his ridiculously naive view of the world was just that, utterly ridiculous.
The voice drew him in and called to him, and in the midst of all the pain he was suffering, he reached out to it in a moment of blind desperation, latching on to the source, drawing it closer. And as he grabbed at the voice, the voice in turn grabbed at him.
The Wrecking Crew was ecstatic at the pigtailed martial artist's current state. With every punch thrown and bruise formed it was like all the wrongs in the world were suddenly being righted. Ranma, who had been such a thorn in their sides for so long, was finally getting what he deserved.
With manic grins they let their fists fly with retribution. So happy they were at Ranma's falling at their feet, they almost missed his rising ki. In fact, if it wasn't for the intense scream he let out that accompanied the rise in his energy levels, they would have continued with their torment of him.
As it were, the group stopped briefly to contemplate what such an occurrence could mean.
They suddenly looked at Ranma's bloody form as if seeing him for the first time and gasped as they realized the pathetic state his body was in.
They had meant to teach Ranma a lesson, not nearly kill him! What had caused them to do such a thing? Where was all the rage and anger towards Ranma coming from? True he'd been a pain in their side for as long as he could remember, but they'd never wanted to do this to him.
Brave Tatewaki Kuno decided he'd have enough of waiting and wondering. He knew the only way to free his beloved pigtailed girl from Ranma's demonic clutches was to permanently vanquish his foe. Reaching down, for the first time since he had stopped the fiend from defiling the virtuous tigress Akane by marrying her, he drew his family's katana. Many a demon had been slain by its pristine edge by his ancestors, and it was time Tatewaki took up the mantle himself.
Readying himself, he yelled a battle roar as he thrust his steel blade into the chest of his arch nemesis.
And was shocked by thousands upon thousands of volts of electricity that flowed from Ranma's screaming form to his.
As Ranma's screams continued, his hair flew into the air, the force of his surging ki undoing the tie on his pigtail letting his hair loose, revealing the five scars for all to see.
Kuno was knocked completely senseless by the force of the shocks running through his body, and collapsed to the ground, but not before he saw his demon enemy reveal his true form, his skin falling away showing ash gray underneath.
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