Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Disco Science ( Chapter 3 )

Disco Science



Good old skinhead was now sitting between a couple of lunatics and his death now seemed certain. It was a game between the two of them, one would ask a question and whether or not he knew the answer the second one would rip off another strip of tape. He was now down to his last eyebrow and the driver was twirling the 9mm on his finger with the safety off. His last ray of hope was about three blocks away and hopefully there wouldn't be a wrong turn between point A and point B. The guy with the jean jacket asked what was hopefully his last question. “Anything I should know about your boss? Rage problems for instance?”

“Th… The boss is reasonable…”

The last piece of tape came off his face and with clenched teeth; he tried to hold back his scream. The three rolled past the opened gates to a misty docking bay with huge cargo ships “Now I'm assuming a warehouse is your hideout. Mind pointing to which one?”

He raised a hand and said, “Over there. Number 23.”

Ranma reached over and rammed the gun in the skinhead's mouth. “I only asked you to point…” The skinhead crossed his eyes to look down at his mouth and started breathing heavy. The gun slowly slid out of his mouth and Ranma put it away. “But it's an honest mistake.” He pulled up beside the cargo bay told every one to get the hell out of his truck.

Ryouga grabbed three guys out of the back and started dragging them towards a door while waiting for Ranma. Ranma grabbed the last guy and held a gun to his new bald friend's head. He gave the door four hard knocks and waited for a response. It didn't take long and there was a voice at the door. “Who is it?”

“Pizza delivery, open up.”

Ranma heard the voice distance itself away from the door. “Hey! Who ordered a pizza?”

It was after the question that Ranma gave the door a kick and broke the latch to get in. “Ryouga line these knobs up ahead of us and let them go in first.”

A man with tattoos all over his face came back to the door and watched in disbelief as four men walked in tied together with bungee cord along with a fifth with a gun in his mouth walking backwards with his head against the back of number four's head. Number six was holding the gun and with a single bullet he held five lives hostage. Number seven was in the back, but he was more there for decoration. The icing on the cake it you will.

The man with tattoos on his face backed away and spoke to the skinhead in the back. “Fuck, Drew… What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time…?”

Ranma spoke for him. “Drew here has managed to piss me off. I'd like to speak with, what was that name again? Jerry? Yeah, Jerry.”

The tattoo man nodded and kept stepping back. “Ok, man. I'll get Jerry. Just don't do anything fucked ok?”

Ranma nodded to him. “I'll play nice as long as every one else does.”

Ink Face turned around and waved his hands. “Every one put your fucking guns down. I don't want to hear any gunfire, you got that?” About 12 guys nodded and mumbled about themselves, but the guns were down and the human billboard was running off into a back office.

A few seconds passed and soon Ink Face was back with a woman with an hourglass figure wearing a gray pin stripe suit. Ranma shook his head and before she could talk Ranma put up a hand to silence her and gave Drew a look. “Remember those questions I asked? And remember what I said about lying?” Drew's eyes grew wide as Ranma pulled the gun out his mouth and pushed it hard against his thigh. Every one twitched when the shot went off and Drew was now down on the ground rolling around like a basketball holding his leg. Ranma pushed him off to the side and took a step towards Jerry. “Sorry about that. I just really hate it when people lie to me.”

The woman in the suit nodded and said, “Understandable. I assume Drew did something stupid again?”

Ranma turned on the safety on the gun and tossed it to Ryouga, and through instinct Ryouga pulled out his own, now wielding two, but letting them hang by his hips. He wasn't planning on shooting any one, but it would help in his escape if Ranma screwed up. “I think there was just a misunderstanding here. I got myself some property over in the first district that's apparently in your territory. I'm just visiting for a little while, and thought I'd just go home.”

Jerry nodded and crossed her arms. “What's the address?”

“It's just a burnt out lot. The old Tendo dojo.”

She chuckled and walked over to Drew. “What have I told you about placing your balls above your head?”

Ranma kept an eye on her as she walked. “You seem reasonable, I'm just looking for a place to crash, maybe do a little bit of work here and there before I go back. I don't feel like dealing with dip shits busting in on my shit and fucking up my routine.”

Jerry put her a hand into her pocket and pulled out a gun. “Question.”

“Fire away.”

“Was he claiming to be the boss again?”

“You know it. That was something that really irritated me.”

“Me too.” She shot him in the shoulder letting the floor spray red. She signaled for the two to follow her back to her office as she stood up and turned around. “We should talk. Jerico. If he isn't dead in 10 mins, patch him up and throw him in the lockdown hold.”

Ink face nodded and started dragging Drew across the floor to a medical room. “Yessir.”


Ranma and Ryouga sat side by side as Jerry pulled up a seat and sat herself behind her desk. “I have to admit you two… It takes a lot of balls to come around here and stand up for your self.”

“Just trying to keep the peace.”

Jerry passed Ryouga a look and asked. “So you got a voice there good lookin'? Or are you just the designated silent mean guy?”

Ryouga shrugged his shoulders. “I just leave the talking to him, he seems to know what he's doing.”

Jerry looked back at Ranma with the same questioning look. “So… What are you doing…?”

“Ranma, and this here is Ryouga.”

“Ranma. So what are you doing?”

“Just looking for a stray cat.”

She leaned back and for a moment and you could have sworn she was Nabiki by the way she acted. “Must be a pretty important cat if it takes two guys to find it. What's the value?”

“Purely sentimental.”

“I see… Would you two like a drink.”

They both waved their hands no. “We gotta go to work soon.”

“That's too bad…” She poured herself a drink and took a sip. “I have to admit, I'm surprised to know you're back Mr. Soatome.”

“Heard of me have you?”

“You're name is like a dirty word around here. Not to people like me though. Most people like to center the blame of a catastrophic event on single source; it's always been that way. When I came here I heard that this place went to shit because of you, but in truth it was bound to happen. You were just the person who speeded things up. I guess you already know that people don't like you very much so I'll cut ahead and just ask the question now. How long are you going to be here? I don't want people cutting into my territory just to get to you.”

“I'm guessing a week.”

“You have four days to find this cat and get out, you understand me?”

“Yup.”

Jerry rubbed her head and took another sip of whiskey. “I'm not trying to be unfriendly here Mr. Soatome. You showed me a token of good will when you dropped my boys off alive. Maybe you're not a killer, maybe you are and quite frankly I don't care either way. I've heard about things going on in Kyoto for a little while now and they stopped about a month ago, giving that calm after the storm, so to speak. I don't want that storm coming here and I really don't want that storm in my backyard. You have four days and you're out. Give me the name of the cat your looking for and I'll see if any shelters are holding it around here. The sooner you're gone the easier that makes my job.”

Ranma sat in silence before giving a name. “Akane Tendo. Ever heard of her?”

Jerry shook her head. “No, but I'll send my dogs out to find this cat. Remember. Four days and you're out of my territory. I don't care if you decide to skip town or go into someone else's territory, I just ask that you stay low, especially around here. After that you can do what ever the hell you want.”

“I'll respect that. I'm not a bad guy I just do bad things. If you're snooping around for me then I can do favors for you too. You know where to find me.”

“I'll keep that in mind. Anyways I've got to go kill Drew or something so I'll say goodbye.”

“See you around Jerry.” Ranma got up and Ryouga followed once again like a baby duck.

“Hey, Soatome. One question before you go.” Ranma turned and waited for it. Her expression was dark and accompanied by a smile. “Is it true what they said you did in Kyoto? How they couldn't kill you. Can you really catch bullets?”

Ranma gave her a low smile. “I've only ever caught one. And it's still lodged in my stomached.”

“Hm. I thought it was too good to be true…”

“Lots of shit is Jerry. See ya.”


The two were back in the truck and Ryouga was looking tense. “That was…”

“Risky, I know.”

“I can't believe you shot that guy…”

“He'll live. Besides he's just scum. Doesn't have anything to offer this world. Anyways it's my first night and you'll be coming in about 10 mins after my shift starts. You need to keep a few things in mind, ok?”

“Yeah… What do I need to know? I'm just going to become the muscle guy right?”

“Yes, but today is going to be like an interview for you and I scoped this guy out a bit so here's a list of things to keep in mind. One, kiss his ass and kiss it well. This guy's got an ego the size of a freight train. Two, never disagree with him, he likes `yes-men' and he likes to think he knows everything.”

“Like you?”

“Yes, exactly like me. Now three. He's a real pig so make comments about the girls on stage. You'll get on his good side faster that way. Four, this one will come later depending on how long we have to stay there, if he talks about you like you're his son or the next guy in line, for the love of god disagree and say no one is as good as him. This comment is like a death warrant on your head. As soon as he thinks you're trying to take over he'll have you fucking killed.”

“Killed!? What kind of guy is he!?”

“A sick one. A strip club is his drug dealing cover, any one could see that.”

“I didn't!”

“Sorry. Most people could see that.”

“Do you really think I'm up for this?”

“Oh, don't worry. You are just the dumb muscle remember? We are not staying long and if you do get into shit I'll bail you out.”

“How come you can't be the muscle!?”

“Because Ryouga, YOU are looking for Akane, because YOU lost her. I'm here to help you out of the kindness of my heart and considering I'm going to be degrading myself to the point of stripping to find a girl who hates me, I expect you to do something for me as well. You think you got the hard job? You know how hard it was for me to throw myself into this position for you? I fucking hate you, but I'm still doing this shit so suck it up and just do as I fucking well ask!”

“You're not the boss of me, screw you!”

Ranma hit the brakes hard and brought the truck to a grinding halt. “You know where Akane probably is right now? Do you have any idea where she might be?”

“No! Why do you think I came to you?”

“You were right to come to me Ryouga, because I have a damn good idea where she might be right now.”

“Where!?”

“The landfill.”

“What would she be doing at the dump?”

“Probably rotting.”

“What…?”

“You heard me… She's probably dead… Missing for a month now… No one knows where she went… She was the only person I had ever loved in this world, and somebody probably knew that, somebody that really hated me. It's a tradition you know?”

“Tradition?”

“An opposing force finds the source of his problems so he takes it out on anything that source is close too. Every one I was close to has been pushed down into this hellhole, and usually the one that was closest to me, Akane, would have been taken away, beaten down, had her teeth pulled out, killed, and then tossed into a dumpster.”

“…You think she's dead…?”

“Maybe… I'm not sure… But I think more then likely.”

“…Why didn't you tell me this sooner?”

“Because I'm angry Ryouga. I'm angry at you. I'm angry at them. I'm even angrier at myself. You see, Jerry already knows why I'm here. She's been in the game long enough to see blind rage out of control, slowly building up into as time goes. She also knows that when someone has nothing to lose, they can be very dangerous.”

Ryouga started sounding like a frightened “What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that if Akane is dead, I will unleash unholy vengeance upon this city, and she knows I'm on the edge. If Akane is alive, I'll take her out of here and never look back, no questions asked. That's why she's willing to help.”

“She… She can't be dead…”

“I'm not saying she is Ryouga… I'm just jumping to conclusions, but do you see where I'm coming from?”

Ryouga looked blankly for a few moments and then he pieced it together himself. “You still love her don't you? That's why you're willing to work at a strip joint. To get the information that's hard to get.”

“Yeah… As dead as I like to pretend I am, I've never looked at another girl, not for a second. In truth I'm only half looking for her, but I think I already know the answer.”

“Only half looking for… You're…”

“Preparing for war. I'm rooting out as many dirt bags that pollute this place as I can, and I'll kill every last one of them. I'll kill all the drug dealers, all the fucking pimps, all the arms dealers, and last but not least I'll kill every one associated with those guys from Liberty City…”

After a while Ryouga couldn't help but smile an evil smile. “You know… For a while there… I thought you really didn't care about her anymore.”

“Don't go parading that information around. You know me, I say a lot of things, but actions speak louder then words. I'm willing to go all the way for her, how about you?”

“After a speech like that… Yeah… I'll go all the way for her, but I'm not leaving Ukyo behind. Just don't order me around and we'll get along fine until this is over.”

“Fine I'll be nicer to you, but you've got to do something for me.”

“What?”

“If the heat is too much to handle around here, then take Ukyo and leave. She was my best friend at one point, so…”

“I know. You can probably handle every thing yourself.”

“Yeah, but it's easier if I have help.”

“So what else do I need to know about Boris?”

Ranma put the thoughts behind him and continued with Ryouga's training. “Well not much actually, but I've got you're first test as hired muscle.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You're going to help me beat the living fuck out of the naked hobo currently pissing on the back tire of my truck.”

“What?” Ryouga looked through the large back window to see a naked hobo pissing on the back of the truck while drinking from a bottle of mouthwash. “What the fuck!?”

“I'll say. That shit just ain't cool.”

“Right! We're beating up the hobo and then finding Akane! She's not dead, you hear me Ranma!?”

“Yeah, I hear ya.” The two opened the doors of the truck and proceeded to punish the scruffy man for his nasty ass deed.


The two walked towards the strip club as the world slowed down. Ryouga hiked his jacket onto his shoulders properly as Ranma adjusted her top make her tits stick out further. A small amount of steam pumped itself out of a manhole cover as the two walked through it unfazed keeping their target locked on and in range. The rest of the night went on and every now and again when it was Ranma's turn to dance she saw Ryouga walk in and talk to Boris through a dark purple tinted window. The smoke from valves came down upon her giving the crowd that anticipation while the brief nudity came into focus and disappeared behind a veil of blue mist changing to red, yellow, green, and then back to blue. She made absent love to the pole she hung from as she watched Boris tap something on his desk and then hold up a shadow-lined picture. Ryouga nodded within and got up for another exit. He was getting work done and getting it done fast. Boris was quickly becoming pleased with his new hired hand. Ranma lifted her hands above her head and started to bounce her breasts as she slowly went into the splits. She'd keep an eye on the office window behind the bar every time Ryouga came in with just a little bit more blood on his clothes. Some men hollered while others looked away shyly, while some just sat with thick sunglasses on blowing smoke from a big cigar. A drunk tried reaching out for her, but it was cut short when a bouncer grew tired of warning him and broke the pitcher of beer over the guy's head. Lights out and good night, asshole. The music played allowing Ranma to sway herself to the flow of the tune. It was now her forth time on stage, only one dance left and she was home free along with Ryouga. Every time he came in through those doors his expression became darker and darker, but like Ranma they both had good motivation given the circumstances of Akane's well being. She now hung herself upside down looking down at a drooling fool; his eyes were filled with lust meaning he had deep pockets tonight. She loosened the grip of her legs and slid slowly towards him and touching the tip of his nose with a light tap. She put on a fake smile as she sat in front of him and slid a foot across his face and in response he pulled out some bills and slowly glided them into an anklet she was wearing. Nabiki was coming in soon and she was done for the night as was Ryouga as he watched the show from the bar being one of the guys who looked away shyly. The smoke came down slow again as Ranma finished up her routine with crawling off stage giving the boys and a couple of lesbians at front row one last good look. Boris was behind the tinted window of his office with a smile on his face knowing that his new girl was good. He couldn't help but think of a way to get a piece of that tight little body.


Backstage Ranma found Nabiki in her dressing room getting ready, she was in for a surprise. “Hey…”

Nabiki turned around, annoyed with the fact that no one knocked. “What is it?”

“Long time no see.”

Nabiki finally recognized the girl before her and dropped her lipstick, as she couldn't believe the sight. “R-Ranma…?”

Ranma closed the door behind her and leaned against it with a small evil half smile on her face. “What are you doing here? I thought you were smarter then this.”

“You're the new girl!?”

“Temporarily. I came here for information and I'm going very far out of my way to get it, so tell me something will ya?'

“Get out of here! No one asked you to come back.”

“Wrong, Ryouga brought me back and I think you know why.”

“Ranma, I'm not playing those games anymore. I'm doing what I have to do in order to pay off the rent. And I don't know why you're back.”

Ranma chuckled as she walked over and came nose to nose with Nabiki. “You know exactly why I'm here and I know you have more then enough for rent. You'll always play games with people, so tell me what I want to know and I'll be out of your life for good.”

Nabiki crossed her arms with a scowl on her face. “Akane right…?”

“Why else would I come back? Where is she?”

Nabiki placed and elbow on the desk beside her and leaned her head into her hand. “I don't know. She's been gone for a while.”

“I'm getting really tired of that answer, Nabiki. Like you, I've got shit on my plate and things to do. How could you not know where your own sister is? Don't you two talk anymore?”

“She just up and disappeared one day Ranma, I can't tell you anything more then that.”

“Can't or won't?” Nabiki shifted in her seat for a second apparently sitting on something uncomfortable. “So, who's got you under their thumb?”

Nabiki sighed. “My employer that's who.”

“Does he know where Akane is?”

“He might.”

“Once again, this doesn't help me Nabiki, I need something solid.”

“He said he's heard the name, but he's not telling me anything. He wants me to start sucking his dick on a regular basis for that information…”

The bottle of nail polish Ranma had picked up shattered in her hand as she asked her next question. “Have you?”

“No…”

Ranma sighed to herself. “But you're getting desperate.”

“A little bit…”

“Fuck me, Nabiki… What happened to that clever girl that couldn't be cornered by any one?”

“She got into something way over her head, that's what. Now Boris and his faggy little buddy have me working for them.”

“Who's his little buddy?”

“Oh god, he's this stupid English guy-“

“Is his fucking name Paul!?”

Nabiki nodded. “Y-yeah. You know him?”

“You could say that. Does he know where Akane is?”

“Yeah, he's the one that said he's seen her. What's wrong?”

“Nabiki… Never mind… I'll see you tomorrow. Boris said we're doing a dance together.”

“Ugh! That asshole!”

“Don't let it get to you. I'm going to go have a talk with Paul.”

“He doesn't have loose lips, you know?”

“Oh, he fucking well will. But first I have to deal with Ryouga.”

“Are you two still fighting? Geez…”


Ranma and Ryouga walked out the back door of the strip club with a nervous stride beside Ranma. It was eating him away inside. He'd watched Ranma dance and watched closely. He shook as he hoped Ranma hadn't seen him watch her. His hopes were shatter when the door behind them closed and Ranma rammed Ryouga up against a dumpster with a gun under his chin. “R-Ranma! I-I'm sorry!”

Ranma took some deep breaths and slowly lowered the gun. “Look… I'm not proud of what I'm doing right now and as the guy I'm going to be spending a lot of time with in the future I simply ask that you distinguish yourself from the rest and not stare at me. Just let me keep my dignity Ryouga, please.”

“I didn't mean too man. It was automatic, I swear.”

Ranma took a couple extra breaths and put the gun away. “I know… I know… I'm just edgy. You'll keep your dick in your pants and your head out of your ass right?”

“I'd never think something like that.”

“I know you-“ *SMACK*

“Nice ass baby!” Ranma turned around see something she wanted to kill. It caught her off guard as to what she saw. “Yus wanna *hick* come over re and gif us alittle somfin' somfin'?” It was her father holding up a drunken Mr. Tendo leaning of his shoulder. The two were drunk beyond reason and Genma was trying to get laid behind his wife's back. “Come on… I'f got munny.”

Ryouga did the smart thing and backed away slowly from the oncoming fury. “Oh, my god…”

Ranma's fists tightened up and her body became tense. Genma reached out to try and touch her but she held his hand back as she screamed. “YOU TWO TIMING SOME OF A BITCH!!!” Genma was clobbered across the face and fell like a sack of shit while vomiting on himself.

Mr. Tendo tried to defend his friend with a flaccid arm and failed when Ranma grabbed the back of his head and brought in down onto her knee five time. Ryouga grabbed Ranma's arms and held her back. “Calm down! Calm down! They're drunk they don't know any better!”

Ranma shrugged herself loose from Ryouga and stood over her father. “You're right… They don't know what fuck they're doing… But I've got something that'll sober them up real fast.”

“What…?”

“We're gonna go see my mom! I'll grab the fat fuck, you grab the skinny one.”

“Ok, man. Just calm down, we'll get some hot water and go see your mom...”

Ranma kept taking deep breaths letting her chest rise and fall. “Ok… Ok… Phew… You drive man…”

“Ok, I'll drive, just calm the fuck down.”

“I'm calming… Calming… ARGH!!!” She kicked Genma across the face for good measure and seemed to un-tense after it. “Ok, feeling better now… Let's go. Gotta whoop a lot of ass tonight…”

“I'm taking the keys out of your purse. Don't hit me.”

“Cool as ice man. Ice cold. I'm one frosty mother fucker.”

“Ok… good… That's good. Now get in the truck.”

“Truck. Seat. Done.”



(Mirwais - Disco Science)