Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Highway Star ( Chapter 6 )

Highway Star

 

 

 

 

Ranma was busy with Sheela in a small office tending to her smacked up face awaiting Jerry's more then likely pissed off return. She had a scratch and a large red imprint across her left side, but generally it wasn't all that bad. Sheela was toughing it out when out of nowhere Jerry came blasting into the room with a completely monotone look on her face. “One: I'd kill you if I didn't need your help right now, and two: That car better be at my disposal.”

 

Ranma looked at her and responded quickly. “Whaddaya need and yes it is.”

 

“Good. Bring your girlfriend too, we need as many people as possible.”

 

Sheela smiled at Jerry and asked. “What's happening?”

 

Jerry motioned them to the BMW and got made her way to the passenger side. “Some last minute hijacking work that needs to be done ASAP. I'll fill you in when you get that thing moving.”

 

Ranma opened the driver's side door and Sheela jumped into the back of the convertible. “So what're we stealin'?”

 

Jerry put on a pair of shades and pointed out the door. “That there is none of your business sweetheart.”

 

“So how do we know what to steal?”

 

Ranma drove the car off onto the road and passed a glance back at her. “She said hijacking. So how big is the vehicle we're taking?”

 

“It's a full size semi and trailer.”

 

Sheela hung over the seat and gave Ranma's shoulders a rub. “Full size, huh? Think we can handle it babe?”

 

“Don't ask silly questions babe.”

 

Jerry pointed to the highway coming up. “Sounds like you two have done this before.”

 

Ranma counted quickly in his head and said, “Twelve times actually. Me and her can actually do this on our own.”

 

Jerry shook her head. “Oh, I doubt that. Me and my boys have a hard enough time with all of us working together.”

 

Sheela put a hand on Jerry's shoulder and looked ahead. “Oh, there's a trick to it.”

 

“Mind filling me in here?”

 

Ranma scratched an itch and said. “It's easier to watch. Do we have contact with the others?”

 

Jerry pulled out a walky-talky and handed it to Ranma. “We'll do it your way, just because I'm interested, but if we lose that truck you're a dead man.”

 

“I'll keep that in mind.” Ranma brought the walky-talky close to his mouth and spoke into it. “Hey, Jerico. You there?”

 

The thing crackled few times and a familiar voice came over. “Ranma? Hey, how's it going? Word about the casino shoot out has already spread so I assume you found your girl.”

 

“Yeah I did and thanks for that, so here's how I'm repaying you. I'm stealing that truck for ya.”

 

The radio crackled again a few times and a concerned voice came over again. “What, you want us to back off or something?”

 

“No, I'll just do the dirty work, so here's the plan.”

 

“I'm all ears. Is every one listening?”

 

Various voices came over each saying `check', `rodger' or `S'up bitch!' Ranma pushed down the button on the side again and spoke into the device. “Ok, now listen up pin-dicks. How many cars do we have?”

 

Jerico came over the speaker again. “Six including yours.”

 

“Right, I want two of you guys to get in close to the front of the truck. One right in front and the other on the left. Get the truck into the right lane ASAP.”

 

Jerico came on again. “Did you hear that guys? Clint and Toru, you guys are on it.”

 

Two `Rodger's came over the speaker and Ranma commanded the other three. “Ok, now the rest of you guys are to get as much traffic away from that truck as possible and when I'm aboard I want all you cocks to break away and get to where ever you need to go, it'll get dangerous so just stay the fuck away.”

 

“Ok we're on it, just don't fuck up man. We need this cargo.”

 

“I know my nuts are on the line as well.” Ranma threw the radio over to Jerry and asked. “How much time till the truck is off the highway?”

 

“Not long at all. Ten minutes max I say. It's a rush job so we're kind of unorganized.”

 

“And which way is it heading?”

 

“West.”

 

“Right.” Ranma laid on the breaks and spun the car into a ninety-degree angle. He saw a guy breaking hard on a motorcycle and come up beside them giving them the finger. “Perfect. You know the drill Sheela.”

 

“Do I ever!” She jumped out and flew at the guy feet first and quickly became the new owner of the bike.

 

Ranma pointed to her out the side. “I'll meet you there in five minutes. I passed a construction crew one fifth avenue this morning so grab some cones.”

 

“I know, I know.” With that she spun the back tire and was off at an alarming speed.

 

“Interesting… I can't wait to see how this turns out.”

 

Ranma cranked the wheel around and sped off in his desired direction. “SNAFU.”

 

“Same as normal. All fucked up. Yeah, you can put it that way.”

 

 

Ranma weaved in and out of traffic quickly closing in on the truck. He spotted his teammates in no time and was on the radio again. “Now remember ass-hats. You're not here to hijack a truck, you're all going to see your mom and just so happening to be boxing in a truck in an innocent manner.”

 

A new voice came on the mic. “Yeah, funny shit man. This cargo's gonna pay for our food so don't fuck up.”

 

“Yes, dear.” Ranma got off the radio and looked at Jerry. “So where's this shit going?”

 

“Back to our warehouse.”

 

“Isn't that a bit risky?”

 

“We'll tear that metal hunk of shit apart to the point of FUBAR, just worry about getting it back.”

 

“Fucked up beyond all recognition, anything breakable inside the cargo hold?”

 

“It can be roughed up a little, but not too much.”

 

“Ok, I'll be careful. Sheela should be back in a second so it'll be ours in about three minutes.”

 

Jerry passed him a smile and asked with an interested tone. “What's she going to do? And why did she get cones?”

 

“It's for my turning radius. I'm going to have to get into the opposite lane to get back right?”

 

“Yeah, but why don't you just go around the loop at the end?”

 

“It better if we get that thing home fast, it's a bit risky if we keep that thing on the road for long.”

 

“Fine, you're in charge, but I've never had to deal with cops.”

 

“Maybe, but I plan on leaving the driver alive.”

 

Jerry laughed a little. “Oh, ok there's the defining difference in our methods.”

 

“Thought so, and here comes Sheela.”

 

Sheela zipped by on the opposite lane and pulled a one-eighty in the middle of five-lane traffic. “Crazy girlfriend you got there…”

 

“Thanks.” Just as Ranma said that she pulled up beside the car with the wind blowing hard on her hair.

 

“All done up ahead, I say you've got two minutes to get that thing.”

 

“Right, get ready.”

 

Sheela jumped off the bike and into the back of the convertible as the bike sparked away in the middle of the highway sending cars side ways and stopping to avoid the stray bike. “Any time you wanna go sweat pea.”

 

“Now!” Right when Ranma gave the signal he grabbed the window and rolled himself over and onto the hood. Sheela did the same from behind but took the drivers seat with out missing a beat. Ranma waved for the radio and Jerry handed it to him over the windshield. The strong flow of air muffled Ranma's voice as he yelled to Sheela. “Bring me in close and break hard!”

 

“Done!” She came in close enough to kiss the backend of the truck and as she hit the brakes Ranma jumped off and grabbed the hooks and handles on the back and started climbing up. He held on with one hand and yelled into the radio. “Hey! Who's up front!?”

 

A voice came over. “Me and Toru. What do you need?”

 

“You fuck-sticks are going too fast! I need this guy to slow down!”

 

“We're on it.” Ranma put the radio between his teeth and pulled himself up and onto the roof when he felt the speed decrease.

 

“The fucking shit I do for people!” He crawled across the roof of the cargo unit and made his way to the top of the cab. “Sheela how much time do I got!?” Ranma waited for a response when he suddenly realized that he took the radio. “FUCK!” The only option left was to go flying in balls first. He slid down on the driver's side and punched through the window as quick as he could. He was on target and got a clean shot on his face and sent him into a daze. Ranma opened the door, unfastened the driver's seat belt and gave him a few more shots to keep him down. Before the poor bastard could do any thing Ranma wrapped the guys arm with the seat belt and threw him out the side, letting him dangle off the truck without hitting the road. “Sorry bud, but this is business.” The man screamed as Sheela drove the car up close beside him and Jerry knocked him out with the butt of her gun and followed up by pulling him into the back seat. Ranma waved to them as he closed the door and leaned out the window for another shout. “Ok, get the fuck out of here, I'll meet you all back at the warehouse.” They nodded and Sheela hit the bakes swinging the car around with perfection and into the opposite lane. Ranma brought the radio close to his mouth and said, “Hey Sheela, can you- FUCK!” He hit the radio against the dashboard a few times and went back to it. “Hey Jerico. I need you guys to go on cop-watch and tell me where they are, I'm about to do something illegal.”

 

Jerico's voice came over the speaker. “Sure thing man, we got you covered.”

 

“Good, now every one get the hell out of my way and get as many cars away from me as possible.”

 

Clint's voice came on this time. “We're on it.”

 

Ranma saw the cones in the distance and started getting a feel for the huge semi. “Fuck… I might not make it…” Ranma got on the radio again. “Hey, any of you guys driving any thing big?”

 

“We aren't but your friends are.”

 

“Who?”

 

Ryouga's voice was heard over the box moments later. “They came and got us a while ago, but we've just been dead weights.”

 

“Good, is Hikori with you?”

 

“I'm here. I got the tow truck and he's got your truck.”

 

Ranma smiled. “Perfect. I got a heavy load and I need to turn this hunk of shit, so you get the dangerous job Hikori.”

 

“Fine with me.” Ranma took a peek into his side mirror as Hikori came up on the inside of the semi and positioned himself close to the wheels.

 

“Awesome. Ryouga, you take the outside and when I say now, I want you to ram the truck into my rear wheels, and Hikori will hold the thing up.”

 

“Are you sure, you want me to do this!?”

 

“Don't get your he-kini in a twist, you're a natural and you've got the easy job, now get ready. Oh, yeah when I start turning slam that thing into second gear and get as much acceleration out of it as you can, this has got to be fast.”

 

“Ok…”

 

Ranma shift up into the next gear and started speeding up as the cones came into clearer vision. “Ready…” Ranma tightened his grip on the steering wheel and got ready to make a hard left. “Three…” Ranma put in the clutch and got ready to go down five gears. “Two…” Ryouga focused on the four wheels beside him and got ready to break hard to the right. “One…” Every one tensed including the ones listening in on the radio. “GO!” Ranma forced the gears down, hit the brakes, turned sharp and spun his tires. Ryouga forced the Chevy against the rear wheels with a pull out to the left and a hard reentry to the right smashing the truck against the tires sending the cargo unit into a quick slide. Hikori felt Ryouga's hit and turned softly to the left to let the semi slide him around as he guided it and kept it from tipping. White smoke burned off from every one's tires, as the roar of the wheels became the only sound heard on the highway. Jerico, Clint, and Toru all watched in amazement with their passengers as a full size semi plus cargo did a 180 degree turn in the middle of the highway following the cones set between all the painted lines as a boarder for them to follow. Ranma shifted down again as he started facing the direction he wanted and yelled into the radio. “Ryouga! Keep pushing!” Ryouga's ears twitched when he heard the voice and he himself dropped it down one more gear and let the engine beneath his hood scream out in raw fury giving it that final burst of barbaric rage to push on hard as well as lift his front end a little. He yelled with the truck as it pushed giving it all he had. The cargo hold started evening out with rest of the semi and that's when Ranma dropped it into first and hit the gas giving his tires a quick chirp as he started accelerating. “FUCK YEAH!!!” He pulled the mic close to his face again and yelled. “Fucking amazing guys! Now get the hell out of here and watch for the cops!”

 

Jerico came on the channel again and barked out a response. “You heard em' boys! Get yer ass's movin'!”

 

Various sporty and speedy looking cars shot off in both directions of the highway leaving nothing but a wavy opening for the semi and a bunch of wide eyed people in their cars. Hikori was the first to pass Ranma and Ryouga followed behind him in short time. Ryouga let his voice flow over the waves. “See ya there man.”

 

“Rodger. Hey Sheela, how's that- FUCK!” Ranma whacked the radio against the dashboard again letting his face turn a bit red. “Clint! Can you tail Jerry's car and toss em' your radio?”

 

“Sure.”

 

Ranma maneuvered as best he could but in a truck that big it was hard not to side swipe people as he passed them. After a few moments a voice came over the waves. “Hey fuck head. Cops coming your way with lights flashing.”

 

“How long till they reach me?”

 

“How the fuck should I know? They'll be coming from your front.”

 

“Thanks.” Seconds passed and Ranma could hear the sirens coming in and that's when Jerry's voice came on.

 

“What did you need?”

 

“How's the driver?”

 

“Tied up.”

 

“Ok, can I get some help with these cops?”

 

“And what would you like us to do? Ask for fucking directions? I got a record you idiot! Deal with em' yourself!”

 

“Fuck you Jerry! Sheela! Do something will ya?”

 

Sheela's voice came over the channel. “Look sweetie, she's got a gun and is therefore calling the shots, if you don't mind the pun.”

 

“Fine! I'll do it my way!” Ranma chucked the walkie-talkie against the windshield and it rebounded into the passenger seat. “God damn, shit fucking, cock sucking, fuck faces!” Ranma watched as the traffic in both lanes pulled off to the side of the road leaving a straight line for him. “Wait a fucking minute…” Ranma slowed down with the rest of the traffic and pulled himself off to the side to let the wide line of police cars rush by him and all the others. He waited and watched in his side view mirror as they went off full blast down the highway. “My god… I can't believe that worked…” The sirens faded off into the distance and he merged with the rest of the traffic doing the speed limit. “Oookaaaayyy. That was new… Me one; The Fuzz zip…”

 

Sheela came on the speaker moments after. “Jerry had a change of heart cutie. We're on our way over.”

 

Ranma sighed as he picked up the radio. “Never mind, we're done.”

 

“They got the cargo!?” Jerry's voice rang over the speaker like a megaphone to Ranma's ear.

 

Ranma yelled back. “No ya mean dyke! I got the shit, and they're out of the way, so get yer ass's back home!”

 

“Oh thank god…”

 

“Yeah, I'm fine Jerry. Thanks for asking… Oh, no don't thank me I didn't do a whole lot… Just stole a semi and risked life an limb for you, nothing major…” At least a few guys were laughing at Ranma's comments, he just didn't know it.

 

 

Back at base almost right when he put on the parking brake people were all over the semi tearing it apart. “Jesus tittie-fucking Christ! At least wait for me to get out of this fucking thing.” He gave the truck a kick on his way out and met Ryouga half way to a chair. “Hey man, thanks for that shit, couldn't have done it with out ya.”

 

Ryouga still seemed a little freaked out by the events but was gathering his wits quickly “Really?”

 

“Yeah man, it takes some serious balls to pull off a stunt like that. You're a certified Rambo McManly in my books.”

 

“Th-thanks. I guess.” The two sat down at the table and cracked open a couple of beers. “So you found Akane?”

 

Ranma took a sip and nodded. “Yeah, but she was there as bait to get to me, I'm just wondering how they knew I was going to be there so quickly.”

 

Sheela came up and pulled up a chair as well sitting in it backwards with her arms crossed on the backrest. “I'm not too sure about that myself. It sounds like they've been looking for you for a while now.”

 

Ranma let Sheela take his beer and he went on. “Maybe, but what's with the grudge all of a sudden? You'd think I'd be just another punk kid to him, by the amount of force they used to get me, it's like I put his balls through a meat grinder or something.”

 

Sheela waved that through her head. “Are you sure you didn't?”

 

“What do ya mean?”

 

Ryouga joined in on this one. “Maybe you did piss him off and just don't know it.”

 

“Well I don't have a damn clue what I could have done to him.”

 

Sheela humored them. “Maybe it was one of our jobs recently?”

 

Ranma nodded. “Could be, but I can't see why he'd risk casino business over a few dirty dealings out side of this city. No this is personal on some level. Akane being alive pretty much proves it.”

 

Ryouga passed him a funny look. “What do you mean? Are you saying it's a bad thing she's alive!?”

 

“Cool you jets there big guy and open your ears.” Every one looked up to see Jerry coming over to take over the final seat. “I'd love to hear how you managed to piss off the head honcho around here.”

 

Ranma shrugged his shoulders. “Can't say I know why, but with Akane being held captive he wants to lure me in. If it wasn't personal she wouldn't have been taken away in the first place and she'd either dead or damn near it.”

 

Jerry nodded in agreement. “It's true… Some one like him wouldn't beat around the bush like this, but now we're at another dilemma…”

 

Ranma counted down. “Three, two, one.”

 

Jerry slammed her hand on the table and started yelling. “NOW I'M A FUCKING PART OF YOUR MESS SAOTOME! YOU OWE ME YOUR SERVICE! YOU OWE ME MONEY! YOU OWE ME YOUR UN-FUCKING-DIVIDED ATTENTION!”

 

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I've danced this dance before…”

 

“YOU WILL DO THINGS FOR ME THAT'LL KEEP MY ASS ALIVE! YOU WILL SAW OFF YOUR OWN FUCKING DICK IF IT MEANS KEEPING ME OUT OF HARMS WAY.”

 

Yeah, right. Dick off if need be. Anything else? Would you like Ryouga to strip for you while I dismember myself?”

 

“IF IT'S FUCKING NESSESARY THEN HE WILL! YOU HEAR ME HIBIKI!?”

 

Ryouga stared at her with wide fearful eyes. “Yes ma'am!”

 

Ranma rubbed his forehead and grabbed his beer back from Sheela. “Are you done?”

 

Jerry calmed down and smiled. “Yes. Are we clear you three?” They all nodded with Ryouga being the only one really scared by Jerry's outburst. “Good now I've got some cells for you. If I need any one you or your faggoty-ass friends then I'll call you or them personally and you'll drop what ever the fuck it is you are doing and help me. Ok?”

 

Ranma and Sheela both answered the same. “Yes mom.”

 

“Good. Now take the BMW and get the fuck out of here before I gain some common sense and decide to kill you all.”

 

They all got up and left, but Ranma jacked the igloo cooler as he went. “I don't have any thing to drink at home, so I'm yoinking this.”

 

Jerry reached into her inside pocket and started talking. “Oh, yeah. Here's your cut of the money Saotome. Nice work today, you really knocked every one's socks off out there.”

 

“Thanks.” Ranma let the wad of bills land on top of the cooler and left.

 

 

The three were back in the convertible watching the sun set over the horizon. “Well, this was an eventful day.”

 

Ryouga nodded at Ranma. “Yeah… Days with you just seem to be more so then others.”

 

“I'll take that as a strange compliment.”

 

Sheela let the wind pass through her fingertips and she drove the car home. “Hey, what happened to the trucks?”

 

Ryouga reached into the cooler and cracked open another. “Well after your hack-job on them, Hikori and I tried our best to put them back together after you went to the casino and for the most part we did, but after that whole thing on the highway the Chevy pretty much fell apart on me. We pushed that thing into the river and Hikori took the tow truck back, but I doubt it made it all the way back without dying…”

 

Ranma pointed at him. “Ha! And you thought me taking that thing was a bad idea!”

 

Ryouga threw his empty can at Ranma and pegged him in the face. “And I still say it was asshole.”

 

“OW! You fuck!”

 

“Ahh, put your seatbelt back on. I'm not in the mood for a fight.”

 

Ranma stepped down from the seat and sat back down properly. “Well that's new. You not wanting to fight? It's unheard of. I think I'll mark this day on the calendar and celebrate it like my very birth.”

 

“I'm just burnt out, that's all. Besides we've got to go to Boris's club tonight.”

 

Ranma rubbed his head again as he remembered Boris. “In that case I need another beer. Well actually we don't have to go, but I've got to tell Nabiki I found Akane.”

 

Sheela smile. “Oooo. I can't wait to see you in action.”

 

“Oh, please fuck off… It's embarrassing enough with Ryouga there…”

 

“But you've never stripped for me…”

Ranma crossed his arms and put on his mad face. “Yes I have!”

 

“Not when you're a girl.”

 

Ranma sunk into his seat. “Yeah, and I was planning on keeping it that way.”

 

Another can hit Ranma's head but this time it was full. “I don't want to hear about you and your perverted antics!”

 

“Ow! That's it!” Ranma tore the seat belt off and lunged at Ryouga.

 

Sheela looked into the rear view mirror with a smile and watched them for a moment. “Awe. They're so cute together.”

 

“DIE YOU FUCKING SON OF A FUCK!”

 

“EAT SHIT CUNT BAG!”

 

Sheela pulled a Ranma by smiling, cranking the stereo, and flooring it. `Oh those two are so brotherly… I wonder what he's like in the sac?' Sheela's smile turned into a full blown grin as she eyed up the enraged Ryouga fighting off Ranma.

 

 

(Deep Purple - Highway Star)