Dance With the Devil
Betrayal Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I own none of the series involved, for if I did there would be a lot more sex.
Nabiki laid on the grass, panting hard. "You know, ever since you convinced Jedah to let me out of my room, you've been working me really hard."
Ranma raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Please, I made Issei work harder than this," of course, he only had a few days with Issei, with Nabiki, he had a couple of weeks to work on her, "would you rather be in that room all by yourself?"
"Considering that I can see practically everyone and watch all I want," Nabiki panted as she forced herself to sit up, "why am I doing this again?"
"Because I'm sure that there's going to be people out for my blood eventually and I don't want you getting killed?" Ranma asked rhetorically. "Even if the Moonlight World becomes more peaceful, you have a bunch of people with super powers, hormones and egos all looking to show that they're the next hot thing and over-throw the previous generation."
"...So basically..." Nabiki trailed off slowly, "everyone's an Orc from Lord of the Rings?" Ranma gave her a confused look. "...You've never seen the movies or read the books?"
"Nope, never had time." He had heard about those movies, they were supposed to be pretty good, but he didn't have the time to watch them. "But if you need to see what I'm talking about, why don't you use that Sacred Gear to see what Demons did to humans in the past and realize that there's still a good chunk of the supernatural that are like that."
"No thanks, I've got the general idea." Nabiki sighed as she forced herself back to her feet. "So what are you going to do with those two?"
"You mean Morrigan and Tarou?" Ranma asked, getting a nod from Nabiki. He grimaced, the two had shown up just a few hours ago and things had gotten... Weird.
*Flash*
Ranma gawked at the two in front of him. Those two returned the look in shock. "Okay, stupid question, but why are you two here?"
"We're working with Jedah." Morrigan answered, "what are YOU doing here?"
Ranma shrugged and crossed his arms. "Same thing, different reasons than you two."
"Well, this is interesting." Morrigan suddenly grinned. "I might not have Lilith here, but I know she's close to you, perhaps I should take you and drain your essence dry?"
Ranma gave her a flat look. "I've been fucking Lilith for several years now, I've got a big tittied Fox MILF as my wife, I'm sleeping with one of the Devil Kings, I've got other girls that I'm fucking as well, you really think you could drain my essence dry when I can do all of that?"
"...Yes." Morrigan answered after reigning in her shock.
Ranma rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't be able to." Morrigan gave him an amused expression and he sighed. "Not going to bother with someone at the end of their shelf life."
"...Did you just call me old?" Morrigan felt herself twitching. Sure, she was old, but she was still a hot piece of ass!
"They say that your hearing gets bad as you get older." Ranma smirked at her. When her aura erupted out of her, he shook his head while Tarou took a step back. "Besides," Ranma smirked, "I've practiced against Lilith, and I can block her if I need to. You guys share the same soul, you also share the same way to drain energy."
Morrigan twitched, that was probably true, that didn't mean she had to like it. "Hmph, I bet her skill in the bedroom isn't that good."
Ranma shrugged at her. "Compared to some of the others I've slept with, she's far above them." He turned to walk off. "Well, see ya around."
"Wait." Morrigan spoke up, an idea coming to her. "I bet I'm better in the sack than my other side is."
"No thanks." Ranma shot her down, much to her shock. "You're the one person that Lilith would never want me to sleep with, so... Nope."
"Oh no!" Suddenly he found his arms and legs wrapped up by shadowy tentacles and lifted into the air by said tentacles. "You are NOT going to insult me like that, say that my other half is better in the sack than I am, then shoot me down when I try and prove I'm better than her and just walk off." Her voice was low and growly.
"Have fun!" Tarou ran out of the room in a hurry. The last time he was in the area when Morrigan was like this, he nearly ended up being tentacle raped.
Ranma's expression never changed. "Well, can't say you don't have confidence, misplaced and unfounded, but you still have confidence."
"Well, I'm here, and you abandoned her," Morrigan growled, inching closer as her outfit melted away.
"I can always go back for her whenever I feel like it," Ranma replied. "She just would have served no purpose here towards my goals."
"Well, time for your goals to get a new mission," she stated, pressing her bare breasts into him. "Survive me."
"...For what?" Ranma asked. "Five? Ten minutes? Until your hips snap?"
Her darkening expression was the only warning he got before she tore his clothes away.
*End Flash*
"Sheesh, you would think she wouldn't be so sensitive." Ranma shook his head. The sex wasn't bad, he could admit, but doing that with her? "Lilith is going to kill me when she finds out."
"Not literally, of course." Nabiki pointed out. "It's impossible for her to do so, but make you miserable, yeah, she can do that. Seriously, you pissed off a succubus like Morrigan?"
Ranma shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"You know that she basically raped you, right?" Nabiki pointed out, getting another shrug from Ranma. "...Seriously?"
"Bulleta fucked me at gun point when we had our one night stand, Lilith took my virginity when I was twelve, Ukyo tried to rape me to death," Ranma pointed out, getting a sweat-drop from Nabiki. "What's one more?"
"Boy, your attitude towards sex is really messed up." Nabiki muttered, getting a shrug from Ranma.
"...You've been in my life for several months now, and you're only starting to get this NOW?"
"...Excuse me for assuming the world still had logic in it."
Ranma shrugged. "Besides, I wouldn't call it that. I knew what she would try to do when she was angry, and you're putting human emotions on an alien life form. Succubi in the old days just took, they didn't need to ask, just glamour so they wouldn't have to waste energy regenerating from any damage." He thought about it for a moment before nodding and continuing. "Well, except for important people in the church then, who tended to fuck anyone and anything."
"And that differs from today ...how?" Nabiki drawled.
"Now they get caught on video, so they can't often make a career out of it," Ranma replied. "Anyway, I had two options: keep trying to put her off until later, or take her now and let her know how bad her skills were."
"...Only you would fuck a succubus into submission, just to avoid drama."
"It's how I got a cult, apparently. And if it helps, I've never forced anyone personally." Ranma shrugged. "Anyway..." He trailed off as he saw Tarou walking up to the two of them. "Surprised you're not cowering in fear still."
"I'm surprised you're still alive!" Tarou laughed in amazement. "I've seen her drain people to withered husks."
Ranma shrugged, there was a reason why Morrigan couldn't drain him, but he wasn't going to tell Tarou that reason. "But I was wondering why you're following Morrigan. I can't figure it out."
Tarou glowered at Ranma. "And why would you care?"
"I don't, but someone with a Sacred Gear like yours..." Ranma trailed off and looked at Nabiki, who nodded.
"Ruinous Animal Control, at best it can modify the size of an animal to a degree, such as making a cow about twice its size or shrinking an animal to half its normal size." Nabiki continued on. "The Balance Breaker version of it can call all sorts of animals to you like you're a Disney Princess. The reason it has the name it does is because it causes the animal to suffer tremendous damage to their organs, bones and other parts, eventually causing them to explode into a puddle of goo if forced to change size for too long."
Tarou grimaced, that was about right. "It's great for getting rid of rat infestations."
"Only reason it works like it does for you is because of Jusenkyo, right?" Ranma asked, getting a nod from Tarou.
"Yeah, figured it out awhile ago, so long as I turn back to normal before my organs fail I basically get a reset on the damage." Tarou didn't know how that worked, but he wasn't going to complain about it, it made his cursed form way too useful. "Wait, you know about Jusenkyo?"
Ranma gave him a flat stare. "No, I have no idea..." He pulled out a small bottle of water and dumped it on himself, causing his hair to turn red, a loss of height and an increase in breasts on her chest. "I mean, it's not like I went there with my old man and now I look like Rias Gremory's sister or anything."
"Which still begs the question of if you or your cursed form are related to her somehow." Nabiki muttered before giggling as a thought came to her. "It would be hilarious if you were related to the Gremory family through your mom or something."
"Please no." Ranma muttered in annoyance. "Let's not speculate about who my ancestors were because I'd rather not find out that my mom's ancestor was a flea Demon or something." Shaking her head, she looked up at Tarou and twitched at how much larger he was than her right now. "Anyway! What's the reason you're following Morrigan then?"
Tarou snorted and turned to leave. "You don't need to know."
"Just so you know," Ranma said to him, "if I wanted to, I could ask Nabiki to tell me why you're following Morrigan and I'll get ALL your dirty little secrets."
Tarou twitched and spun back to glare at the smug redhead. "You bitch! I should pin you down and..." He trailed off as a sword suddenly appeared in front of him, the tip pressing into his chest and the sword itself starting to glow black.
"If I ever decided to sleep with a guy in this form," Ranma was smiling, but her eyes had a scary look to them, "it would be with someone I trust and you aren't someone I trust, got it?"
"...Fine." Tarou grumbled and took a step back. "If you want to know, it's because of my name." Ranma and Nabiki both blinked in surprise. "My name is..." His face turned red and he looked away in embarrassment. "Pantyhose Tarou."
"...So that's why you hate it when I call you pantyhose boy." Ranma muttered in disbelief. "Alright, so what does..."
"I'm getting to that!" Tarou snapped at him. "See, where I was born, it's customary for the person who helped your mother deliver you to name the child. And the only person who can change your name is the person who named you at birth." Tarou snarled in anger. "And that... That old pervert... He just happened to be passing through when my mother went into labor, he took me and dunked me into a spring in Jusenkyo after giving me that horrible name!"
"...I take it you don't care about the curse?" Ranma asked, getting a snort from Tarou.
"Hell no! That form is awesome! No one was willing to mess with me growing up. Sucks when hunters come looking for a flying Minotaur though." Tarou laughed as he thought back to when he was younger. "Anyway, the guy who named me... The guy who gave me that horrible name... His name was Happosai." Tarou growled in anger. "I just want... I just want a normal name dammit!"
Ranma sighed. "Let me guess, you can't change your name without losing your honor?" Tarou nodded and she shook her head. "So stupid."
"WHAT?!" Tarou yelled, his eyes practically turning red as he heard that. "You dishonorable..."
"Calm down!" Ranma snapped at him. "I'm not saying I don't get it, because I do, I'm just saying it's stupid, okay? Besides," she smirked at him and put her hands on her hips while swaying her hips to the side, "I want to help you."
"You do!?" Tarou and Nabiki yelled at the same time.
"Let's just say that I've got something Happosai wants more than anything, if I give it to him he'll probably do anything I ask of him." Ranma replied, causing Tarou's eyes to light up in eagerness. "So, you figure out what kind of name you want after getting your name changed and I'll have him change your name."
Tarou's eyes lit up in happiness. "Finally! I won't be known as Pantyhose Tarou. I want my name to be Awesome Tarou!"
"No." Ranma said flatly. "Come up with a real name or I won't help you."
Tarou sulked but agreed.
Several minutes later after Tarou had left and Ranma was making Nabiki work out again, she looked at him curiously. "What?" Ranma asked, still in her cursed form.
"Out of curiosity, are there any guys you would sleep with in that form?"
Ranma face-faulted at the question. "No!" She shook her head in anger.
"Okay, but out of curiosity, if there was a guy you had to..." Nabiki yelped as Ranma kicked her in the ass and sent her tumbling down the hill.
"Climb back up here while walking on your hands!" Ranma yelled, her face flushed in anger. "Sheesh, asking me if there's any guys who I would sleep with." She grumbled in annoyance.
(-)
Hours later...
"And why are you two in my room?" Ranma asked as he walked in and saw Kuroka and Bulleta on the bed slabs in his room, Nabiki slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and groaning.
"Because the other room sucked." Bulleta grumbled. "Seriously, Jedah really needs better beds." Her back wasn't appreciative of the hard metal beds. It was easier than sleeping on some rocks at least.
"All the rooms are the same, unless you're a prisoner." Ranma blinked at that. "How come prisoners get better rooms than we do anyway?"
"Because Jedah's been to Sweden and likes to mess with everyone." Bulleta drawled out. When Ranma and Kuroka looked at her in confusion, she rolled her eyes. "I have no fucking clue! By the way, have you SEEN the prisons in Sweden? I've seen apartments in London that were worse off." She shook her head in amusment at that. "Probably why I hate that country, even if it wasn't bad when I was in prison there."
Ranma sweat-dropped as he walked over to one of the slabs and put Nabiki down on it. "Why'd you get arrested?"
"Blowing up an orphanage two years before I met you!" She answered gleefully. "To be fair, the place had it coming."
"What? Did it look at you funny?" Kuroka snorted, unable to believe that anyone could put up with this gun-wielding lunatic.
"Actually, yes." Bulleta nodded and smirked as Kuroka face-faulted off of the top bed slab and onto the floor. "That looked like it hurt. Anyway, turns out that there was some sort of witch that made the house come to life. The house ate her and went on a rampage. I ended up blowing it up with some surplus Soviet rockets, sadly for me, the house had gotten near a major city and still had all the bodies inside. I spent about three months in prison when Jenkins got me out by convincing the courts that the children had already been dead and had been killed by crazed murderers and that I had stopped them with my actions."
"What she's not telling you is that the witch used the kids as a catalyst to make the house move," Nabiki grumbled out, a small screen in front of her, "apparently she thought she could take over the country by using living houses."
Ranma and Kuroka both sweat-dropped at hearing that.
"Huh, that explains why the guild I work for gave me a nice sized check for that one." Bulleta tapped her chin. Oh well, that was money well spent in her opinion.
"You know..." Kuroka spoke up and looked at Bulleta and then at Nabiki. "You can find anything out with your Sacred Gear, right?"
"As far as I know, yes." Nabiki said as she pushed herself into a sitting position. "Why?"
Kuroka looked at Bulleta curiously. "It was about a decade ago when I became a criminal to the Devils, yet you were already an up and coming name on the list."
"The list?" Ranma asked in confusion.
"She means the list of scary things to run very far away from." Nabiki answered for him. "It only includes Hunters and Magical Girls since they're basically freelancers and all the top Exorcists of the Church are well-known to everyone." She rolled onto her side and smirked lightly. "Basically anyone on the list is so dangerous that you don't want to meet them without an army backing you up. It's danger, not power, because there's a few powerful Devil Hunters that would be on the top of the list otherwise."
"Yep. Been near the top for a long time, why bring this up?"
"...How come you still look like a little girl, nya?" Kuroka tilted her head as Bulleta scoffed and threw her hands up in the air.
"Hell if I know, ask my parents, whom I never met, thank you very much." Bulleta huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance, it sucked being an adult who looked like she was barely thirteen, but at least none of the bars that knew her ever questioned her for identification.
Ranma smiled as she got agitated, going on a small rant about how people treated her, despite her age. It was pretty cute and funny, but still, this was starting to get out of hand, and if she got too into her rant...
"AND THEN WE HAVE PEOPLE WHO WON'T LET ME WATCH R-RATED MOVIES OR PORN IN THEATERS!"
...Like right now.
"EEP!" Bulleta squeaked, as Ranma grabbed her ass with both hands, leaning over her shoulder.
"Calm down, or I'll have to ...discipline you."
"Lu~ucky," whined Kuroka. How could she get him to discipline her?
Bulleta blushed and gave him a nasty look. "You don't need to be like that."
"Calmed you down." He chuckled and let go of her ass. "Still, you never knew your parents?"
"Nope!" Bulleta shook her head. "Might have been a sick child, first thing I remember was being inside something and looking at some shadowy figures, but that's all I remember of that. But the first memories that really stick out to me are of Jenkins teaching me how to be a Hunter. Really, he basically raised me."
"Do you really want to know?" Nabiki asked as she looked at a small screen in front of her with a video running across it at an accelerated speed. The other three looked at her in confusion and she sat up and made the screen become large. "About fifty years ago, the Vatican Church, under the cover of missionary work in China and Japan, stole lots of mystical artifacts from the native lands here in an attempt to create stronger weapons against Devils and Fallen Angels." She shook her head in amazement. "One of the items stolen was a vial of Phoenix Blood from the Phoenix people in China. They became incredibly distrustful of outsiders after that happened."
"Gee, I wonder why." Ranma drawled out. "So what happened next?"
"What else?" Nabiki snorted and shook her head. "They tried to use it to create a stronger type of Exorcist, failing each time as everyone they tried turned to ash from the power going out of control. Eventually they gave what was left of the Phoenix Blood to the Eastern Orthodox Church, they were... Marginally more successful."
"...How long did that blood last?" Kuroka asked as a thought came to her. "I'm guessing that it has something to do with B.B. Hood here, but..."
"I'm getting to that. It wasn't a small vial they got, it was a large container." Well, large for the amount that was used. "Anyway, it was after the ceasefire, you all know how badly the war turned out for all sides involved." Nabiki sighed at Bulleta's confused look. "The four Great Devil Kings and God ended up dying from the war, Devils had a civil war, Angels tried to keep God's system running and Fallen Angels were busy spreading misinformation about the war to the other mythologies."
"Wait, what?" Kuroka and Ranma both asked at the same time.
"God's dead?" Bulleta blinked at that. "DAMMIT! That means I didn't get the chance to kill him!"
Everyone sweat-dropped at that.
"Don't look at me like that!" growled Bulleta. "We all have a Bucket List, that was the top of mine! And luck took it away from me!"
"...He's been dead for about three centuries," Nabiki drawled. "I'm pretty sure that was well before you were ...let's go with born." She sighed at the annoyed look Bulleta gave her. "Okay, fine, lemme finish with this, anyway, the Eastern Orthodox Church worked with it for a few years, they tried injecting it into newborn babies, orphans and even babies in the womb."
"None of them worked, I assume." Kuroka muttered, getting a nod from Nabiki.
"Right. Well, that was when the Church partnered with some really shady people who could basically create artificial bodies. Before you ask, it was a really nasty, long and horrifying project that ended in failure most of the time." She shook her head. "Well, they were finally successful about thirty years ago. They created something that could handle the flames from that Phoenix Blood." Nabiki chuckled at the surprised looks she was getting. "It turned out to be a mistake, one of the mistakes turned into a creature similar to Pyron."
"Wait, what?! That blob of fire that nearly destroyed Makai a few years ago?!" Bulleta gaped in shock. "You mean that thing was the result of the Church fucking with powers it shouldn't have?!"
"Not quite, it was close, the real Pyron is millions of years old, the thing they created is pretty close, though it died when it wandered into the ocean, but otherwise yes and so are you." Nabiki answered her. "After that, they decided to sell the last few drops to a mad scientist and make some money that they could use to further their other projects. Said scientist looked at all the notes from years of failures and figured out what was wrong and about a decade later found a way to take the blood and use it to create a test tube baby."
"...So I was basically created in a lab and am a complete and total accident?" Bulleta asked, getting a nod from Nabiki. "Heh... heh heh heh... HAHAHAHAHAHA! Fucking hell! Figures! Someone as fucked up as me can't possibly be born into this world. No, they had to create me. Makes sense why everyone said I was part Darkstalker then."
After a few moments of her laughing, Ranma sighed and grabbed her into a hug from behind and sat down, pulling her onto his lap with a squak. "Who cares? It explains why you never met your parents then."
"I don't really care, just kind of shocked, that's all." Bulleta grumbled. "So, who's Jenkins anyway? He had no reason to..." She trailed off as a full-sized screen filled the room.
A man who was looking like he was getting on in age burst through a sealed door. "You can all surrender and I won't kill you, or you can try something and die. Either way I don't mind shooting your brains out." The man answered, a grin on his face. When the lab junkies started to yell, he shook his head. "Death it is!" Pulling out couple of sub-machine guns, he opened fire, raining death and violence on them, only to stop when doors to the side of the lab opened up and monsters of various kinds wandered into the room. "Well... If I was five years younger, this would be no problem. Oh well, I'll just have to tough it out."
"Yeah, that's Jenkins for you." Bulleta nodded, remembering the lessons he gave her when she was growing up.
"Damn, Vali would have loved to fight him." Kuroka muttered as she watched him pull out some short blades from his sides and slash upwards and cut one creature in half before twisting out of the way of another creature and stabbing it in the eye with brutal efficiency.
Ranma watched and noted that the old man's actions were more from experience than anything else, but it was still impressive to watch. If anything, Ranma wished he had met Bulleta's caretaker when he was in his prime, it was a waste that the old man didn't wish to reincarnate into a Devil and simply wanted to live the rest of his life and die as a human. The world needed people like him who had experience dealing with stuff like this and could do it effectively.
"What the hell is this?" Jenkins asked as he panted after clearing out the last of the monsters. Walking up to a large plastic box in the middle of a new room, he saw a naked baby girl looking at him before smiling and then suddenly lunging at him, only to be stopped by both her lack of leg muscles and the box walls. "Well, I guess you're another one of the abominations the guild wants me to eliminate, huh? Surprised that they were able to make one look like a human though." He pointed his gun at the child, who looked at him and smiled happily, clapping her hands and laughing. "...Fuck, I'm getting too old for this shit, I should..." he trailed off as he looked to the side where there was a thick stack of papers that were all looking pretty old. "Hmm, what is this?" Walking over there, he picked up the papers and started to read them over.
After several minutes he crumpled them up and turned back to the girl. "That fucking church, for over two hundred years, they worked to create a better Exorcist and killed so many in their desire." Walking back over to the box, he knelt down. "Tell me something, would you like to get out of here, become the best Demon Hunter to ever live and make everyone in the Moonlight World piss their pants in fear at your name?"
"GNAH!"
"I'll take that as a yes." He shot the top of the box off and reached in to pull the girl up. "You'll need a name, huh? Eh, I'll figure one out later, been meaning to retire anyway."
The screen turned off and Bulleta chuckled in amusement. "Oh, so I'm a test tube baby and the only reason I was even raised by Jenkins was because he found me as a brat and took pity on me, huh? What a laugh. My whole life was nothing but a joke, huh?"
"More like a random coincidence." Nabiki shook her head. "Gotta hand it to the Vatican though, they really did know how to preserve stuff if they made that one container last as long as it did."
Kuroka shrugged, that had been interesting. "Eh, don't worry about it, so you're a bit messed up in the head because of whatever they did to keep you from exploding into flames."
"If it helps, that Phoenix Blood in your body is why you've survived everything you've been through."
Bulleta gave Nabiki a flat look. "Not really, but thanks for the sentiment, I guess."
"Well, that was enlightening, how about we call it a night, huh?" Ranma asked, getting a nod from the others. "So..." He sweat-dropped at the looks he was getting. "You can't sleep in my bed, you three, there's not enough room."
All three cursed at that.
What? You actually thought Bulleta was normal in any regard?