Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ China Girl ( Chapter 7 )

China Girl

 

 

 

Ranma wanted to cover up so badly as Sheela watched her strip from front row. Sheela had managed to snag a cowboy hat from some guy she beat in a shooter-drinking contest and was now swinging it out for Ranma to grab. Ranma eventually complied and put the hat on as she went onto her knees and waved her hips in a questionable horse riding style, which seemed to score points with Sheela. Sheela got off her stool and lifted her pitcher of beer high while whistling for more. The crowed joined in with her and Ranma's eye twitch with a fake smile just below. `Why does she do this to me? Oh yeah, it's because I'm god's little hackie-sac that's why. I hate my life…' Ryouga was dogging it tonight and taking things slow. One of the times he came back he had an ice pack to his head and had a couple stitches on his cheek when he left. Ranma kicked high as she watched Ryouga leave with a sour look on his face. `Someone got ya bad? Geez, what's holding you back man?' For a quick moment Boris walked passed the bar with his face bright red with anger. He wasn't mad at Ryouga, but something else still floating around in the air. Ranma finished up and went in to investigate. She walked back stage and followed behind Boris at a safe distance so not be noticed too much, but luck was never on Ranma's side.

 

Boris turned around with his head bowed and looked up in time to see Ranma. “Sheela? Hey how's it going babe?” His face lightened up a bit when he saw her and he was more then likely going for a false front, so Ranma played it safe with her airhead approach.

 

“Hey, what's wrong B.B? You looked all mad out there.”

 

Boris waved it off and put an arm around her and unknown to him Ranma thought of 32 ways she could kill him right then and there. “Don't you worry about me missy, I'm fine. Just some business that's giving me a headache.”

 

“Oh… I guess I can't help…”

 

Boris smiled started walking with her. “Oh, I wouldn't say that, I'm sure you can help me.”

 

“Oh, but B.B! I'm a one man girl.”

 

Boris brushed away his hopes and put up an innocent front. “You don't think I'm like that do ya? I just want you there for company, you know as my confidants at this little meeting I have to go to.”

 

Ranma went straight into her head after hearing that. `He's in shit and needs a meat shield…' Ranma nodded and smiled. “I can be there for ya B.B.”

 

Boris let his hand slide down to her ass and he put a firm lock on it. Little did he know that he just gave Ranma an excuse to execute those 32 methods of killing, but she managed to keep her cool with stiff step to her pace. “Thanks babe.”

 

Ranma remained oddly silent as they entered into a room and sat on a pink inflatable couch. `Good god this it tacky…' “I love the couch B.B.”

 

Boris smiled. “Isn't it wonderful?”

 

 

After too much small talk a man came through the door and dear lord was he familiar. His back was turned and he was talking to some one outside the room. “Oy! I wouldn't fucking do her with yer dick an em' pushing anyways ya fucking tosser! Probably be like throwing a fucking hotdog down a hallway anyways, ya catch me drift!?” Paul's eyes went wide for a second and he shut the door quickly. “Fuck me he's coming this way.”

 

Boris laughed as Paul walked over and plopped down on the couch across from the two. “Having trouble with the ladies again?”

 

“Fuck you. Who's the slut?”

 

Boris kept his arm around Ranma and introduced her. “This here is Sheela, she's that new girl with the killer talent I've been telling you about.”

 

“Well she's defiantly a looker isn't she? You look familiar love. Have we met before?”

 

Ranma shook her head. “If we did, it was probably an utterly shitty experience.” Both Boris and Paul looked at her for a moment with raised eyebrows as Ranma realized that one came out by accident. “Uhhh… Because I usually remember a cute guy when I see one…” She finished off with a wink and almost thought about taking a bleach shower for saying it.

 

Paul smiled at her and did the little head nod thing. “So ya wanna have a go with me then?”

 

“I've uhh… got a boyfriend.”

 

Paul slouched back into his seat. “Fuck. Well ya fucking did it Boris. You found the only slut that doesn't put out.”

 

Ranma was about to lunge at Paul when a knock came off the door. Boris tensed and Ranma felt him hold onto her just a bit tighter. “C-Come in…”

 

The door swung open and there stood a man in a purple leisure suit and two armed men on either side of him. “Boris, buddy. I hope you don't mind if I have a seat.”

 

Boris did the best he could not to shake. “Sure Tim. M-Make yourself at home. W-want a drink? I need a drink.”

 

Tim sat down resting his hands on his pimp cane. “No. We don't need any drinks I think. We need a talk Boris. That's what we need.”

 

“R-right…”

 

Paul started getting up. “Well, I'll just fuck off if you don-.”

 

One very tall man got in his way and Tim spoke. “Sit the fuck down Paul. You see I've got a little bit of a beef with you too.”

 

Paul sat down and the man known as Tim smiled at them revealing a gold tooth. “I've heard through the grape vine that you two have been slipping. I don't mind a whole lot if you take a little off the top for yourselves, but to have ten kilo's go missing is something I find distressing at best. I've always known you've taken some off the top Boris and that's why I've always had a little extra, you see I was thinking about you Boris and I feel that deserves something. However it seems that my generosity has been taken for granted.”

 

Boris lifted his hands for a plea. “Look Tim, I can explain.”

 

“Oh, please. I want to hear this.” Tim crossed his legs and relaxed.

 

“Y-you see, I promised this guy something and he came to collect and-“

 

Tim interrupted him. “And you used my merchandise to pay him, Boris you stupid bastard.”

 

“L-look! I can pay you back in two days I swear!”

 

Tim let that tooth shine again and pointed his cane at Boris. “Two days is all you've got Boris. So I'm expecting a fuck load of money from you and from now on my generosity ends, so the next time you need your fix, you're going to buy from me like every one else, understood?” Boris nodded frantically and kept a death hold on Ranma for support. “Good, now for you.” He pointed his cane at Paul this time.

 

“Ey! What've I done?”

 

“Don't play stupid with me you slimy, little, two-timing fuck. You're on your last leg right now, so the next time you screw up what my brother worked so hard for, you're a dead man. From what I've heard, you've been helping this Saotome kid, but even if you have it's hard to believe that your help got him out of that casino alive, so I'll assume we just have unreliable Neanderthals working for us, much like yourself. If I hear from one of my monkeys one more time about your wayward loyalty, then I will personally mail you to your mother in twelve separate boxes. Do I make myself clear you fucking crumpet?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Good. Now get yourselves something to drink, they may be your last.” Timothy Garino got up and walked out of the office with his two dogs.

 

Right after Tim left, Boris pressed the button for an intercom and ordered something hard. After that he fell back into the couch and wrapped an arm around Ranma. “Well we're fucked Paul.”

 

“No shit man… Why did you say two day? Can we even make that much in two nights with out fucking this place over?”

 

“No… Can't be done. We're fucked.”

 

Ranma rubbed her head and spoke. “You guys are fucking idiots…”

 

Paul looked at her and then at Boris. “This one's got quite the mouth on er' doesn't she?”

 

Boris looked at her with an odd expression. “What's gotten into you babe?”

 

Ranma made a decision and made it fast. “You guys are fucking idiots. You stole from Timmy Garino, why the fuck would you steal from him, you guys got rocks in your heads or something?”

 

Paul started getting up to lay down the law. “Hey, hey, hey ya fucking bitch. Since went is any of this your business?”

 

Ranma had to tell a half-truth mostly wrapped up in a lie. She started by pulling out a gun from her purse, thrusting it down Boris's throat and followed up by grabbing Paul's neck and pinning him down beside Boris. Boris's eyes became teary, as he knew the end was near. “Now boys, you're gunna listen to me because I'm about to solve your little problem.”

 

Paul stared at his buddy for a moment and then looked at Ranma. “What the fuck's gotten into ya bitch!?”

 

Ranma took her gun out of Boris's mouth, placed a knee on his throat and put the barrel between Paul's eyes. “Call me `bitch' again and I will kill you Paul.” She looked back at Boris and said. “Now here's a little bit of truth for ya dumb fucks. My real name is Ranko Saotome.”

 

Paul stared at her and gave her a hard look. “I am so sorry… Please… Please don't tell your brother…”

 

“He'll know whether you like it or not, Paul. He's told me a lot about you and that you're kind of hard to talk to so, since I have to do something far worse then a urinal cake to get you to talk should I skip asking you questions and get the tampon basket from the ladies room or is it safe to trust your judgment?”

 

Paul almost started crying on the spot. “You're worse then he is…”

 

Before Ranma could say anything else Ryouga came into the lounge and saw Ranma putting the two men in the terrible positions. “Oh, well I wasn't expecting to see this… Aren't you jumping the gun a little?”

 

Boris was about to cry for help went Paul cut him off. “Oh fuck! Not you! Don't tell me you're dating this bird! I swear I didn't make a pass at er'!”

 

Boris cried as he figured out that today just wasn't his day. Ranma gave him a look and took her knee off his neck. “Oh, for fuck sakes grow up ya wuss. I'm gonna help you with your problem, but in return I'm gonna need your help.”

 

Boris went to his knees with his face buried in his hands. “You're Ranma's sister… I employed Ranma's sister!?”

 

Ryouga caught the drift quickly and pulled out his gun for show and tell. “Yes and he's not going to be happy with how you're treating her.”

 

Boris got up and punched Paul hard, relieving Paul's nose of its blood. “WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THE KYOTO HURRICANE CAME HERE!? WHY!?”

 

Paul fell off the couch and rolled across the floor leaving little blood splatters along the carpet. “Ahh! Me fucking nose!”

 

Ryouga pulled him back and pointed the gun and Boris's chest. “Hey! Keep it cool man. I don't want to waste ammo.”

 

Ranma let a shot got off into the roof shutting every one up and gave full attention to her scowl. “Every one shut the fuck up for a minute!” She pointed at Boris with her 9mm and waved him over to the couch. “You sit down!” She grabbed Paul by the hair pulled him roughly to the side of the couch. “You get up and quit complaining!” She pointed the gun at Ryouga for a moment blinked quickly and pointed it elsewhere. “And you… You're fine. Now listen up you two because this could be your lucky day.”

 

Boris looked up at her with a puzzled yet sulking look. “What do you mean?”

 

Ranma un-tensed a bit and held the gun leisurely at her side. “Well my brother, so-called Hurricane, is on your side as long as I say so and right now I say so, because we need your help to a degree.”

 

Paul looked at her with a small shadow of fear in his eyes. “He's not coming here is he?”

 

“No, he's not coming here it's dangerous even for him, so I'm gonna relay messages for him are we ok with that?” They way she pointed the gun at them when she asked seemed to give them only one answer to choose.

 

Boris nodded. “Ok, ok. But we can't help if we don't have the money and defiantly if we're dead missy.”

 

Ranma shook her head and started pacing. “You really think I'm stupid, don't you? I know you're in a tight spot right now so your loyalty to Timmy is currently questionable, which is exactly what I'm going to feed off of. Do we have at least a little bit of trust?”

 

Both Boris and Paul nodded. “What ever you need sweet pea I can get it for ya.”

 

“Shut up Paul. You're currently number three on both mine and my brothers shit-list so I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen.” Paul sunk back into his seat quietly and did as he was told. Ranma turned to Ryouga and explained a couple things. “Ok, right now these two are in a lot of shit courtesy of their own stupidity and Timmy Garino.”

 

Ryouga looked at her with a scared look. “Garino!?”

 

“Yeah and now they need cash and they need it fast.”

 

“How much?”

 

“I'm thinking roughly about 100K just to be safe. I'm not the best at converting crack into yen.”

 

“Holy shit… How much time do we have?”

 

“Two days.”

 

Ryouga looked at her and started walking out. “Well good luck with that.”

 

Ranma threw a cigarette tray at him and got his attention quickly. “You're helping too dumb-ass.”

 

“Fine… But how the hell are we gonna-.”

 

“Don't worry we've got help remember? We've got you the unbreakable man, my brother the Kyoto Hurricane, a hacker, a crazy chick, and the guy that taught me every thing I know. We can pull this off, don't worry.”

 

Ryouga sat his ass on a table and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, I'll leave the planning to you. Should we call every one here?”

 

Ranma nodded. “Yeah. Hey Boris, you got a little private spot around here? You know something secret where you take the girls for some R&R?”

 

Boris may be coke sniffing diamond dog, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. “Yeah it's in my office missy. Wait… Who's coming here? I don't want the Saotome kid anywhere near this building. You being here is bad enough missy.”

 

“Not too many people know about me Boris, so just sit tight and show us the room.”

 

“Fine. I'm gonna be shot dead for this I know it…”

 

“Yeah well if you don't help me I'll do it, so quit yappin'.” Ranma pulled a pager out of her purse and typed in a message. “Ok they're on their way. Ryouga you follow them, I'll drag Sheela in here.”

 

“Done.”

 

Ryouga followed Boris and Paul out a separate door to the main office and Ranma went out the way she came in. Halfway through the hall she passed a girl with a drink tray and ignored her until something kicked in. The girl had her head bowed, but she turned to look back at Ranma at the same time. Ranma got a good look of the girls face and it was the attire that threw her off. Blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a change belt just didn't seem right. “Shampoo?”

 

Her hair was shorter and only came down to her shoulders but it was defiantly her. “Ranma?”

 

Ranma was about to say something else when she looked down at what she was wearing and knew exactly what Shampoo was thinking about the stripper outfit Ranma was wearing. “Well, this is embarrassing…”

 

“Oh god…” Shampoo put the tray down on a shelf holding a plant and started heading towards the nearest exit.

 

Ranma heard a door close and went into her head. `Well, shit. I wonder how I'll explain this?'

 

Ranma paced in the hallway for a second until she decided to just go out and follow Shampoo. Ranma stood at the door for a moment trying to find her words and not sound stupid and gave the door a quick crack open to see outside. Shampoo was unlocking her bike from a drainpipe shaking her head. Ranma started to get angry with herself as she closed the door and took two steps away followed up with saying `fuck' quietly and opening the door to go talk to Shampoo. When she opened the door again she saw something she never wanted to se again. `I thought I told those fucks never to come around here again.' The heavy weight guy who's arms she twisted into the wrong direction wasn't present but the other two were. They were harassing Shampoo this time grabbing and touching her as she tried to unlock her bike.

 

 

Shampoo smacked a hand away from her ass and yelled. “I told you to go away!”

 

Tall, dark and soon to be crippled continued making his passes. “Come on baby… Just once and we promise we'll leave you alone.”

 

Shampoo turned around and pushed him away while the other grabbed her arms and held her. “No! Get away!” No one saw Ranma pull a lead pipe out of a dumpster with a cold look in her eyes. “Stop grabbing me!”

 

The tall thin guy grabbed Shampoo's breasts and was getting ready to lay lips on her, until Ranma came in. A loud meaty `thunk' was heard as the guy arched his back and fell to the ground with a tightened face. Ranma went onto the next guy who recognized her right away and tried to make a break for it. No such luck for dip-shit as Ranma did the good old baseball swing and got the back of his head sending him to the ground unconscious. Shampoo watch in some disbelief as Ranma picked up the struggling leader and pushed him up against the dirty brown brick wall. “What did I tell you? What did I fucking tell you!?”

 

The guy was about to answer but Ranma nailed him in the gut with the lead pipe. He coughed hard and tried to fall but Ranma wouldn't let him. “What was that? I couldn't hear ya! Speak up! Why're you harassing her!? Didn't I make my fucking point clear!?” The guy tried to say something again but Ranma didn't want to hear his voice, so she started slapping him with an open hand. Large red imprints were left behind as she went at him over and over again. He was starting to cry, which was what Ranma wanted. He wanted to slide down the wall and lay down but Ranma just wouldn't have it. “Come on! Are you gonna say you're sorry or what?”

 

A small thin, yet powerful hand was crushing his neck but he tried his best to apologize. “I'm-.”

 

Ranma punched him across the left side of his face with a hard right hook. “I thought I broke your fucking jaw! Guess I'm jus' gonna hafta try harder!” She started beating him down into submission and blood flowed off his face as if it were on a tap. He was sitting on his ass trying to get his head between his knees. Ranma stopped for a second and pulled his hair to make him look up. “Are ya gonna come around here again!?”

 

The man started crying and shook his head furiously. “N-no! I swear it!”

 

“Yeah right!” She pushed her foot against his chest and pushed his chin up with the toe of her boot. “Smile fuck head!”

 

The man started crying and shook his head `no'. She held the pipe up like a bat again and screamed. “I SAID SMILE YOU MOLESTING PIECE OF SHIT!” Slowly but surly he moved his lips up into a smile. “Show me those fucking teeth!” More tears came out and he was grinning. She looked down at him and asked. “What's so fucking funny!? I hope you know a good dentist asshole!” With one quick swing the man screamed but cut off shortly after his teeth were knocked out by the speedy lead blur whistling through the wind. From a distance one could have sworn they heard porcelain breaking followed by the broken pieces hitting the ground.

 

Shampoo couldn't believe what she was seeing and stood in stunned shock as Ranma woke up number two with the concussion. “Hey! Wake up!” She smacked his face a couple times and she got him to his feet and it was questionable if he could hold that stand. “Take you're boyfriend here to the hospital. This is strike two and strike three comes with penalty of cold murder! You got that!?” The man understood most of it and started leaving still dazed but turned quickly for his friend, which ended with falling on top of him and struggling to get up again.

 

Ranma grabbed Shampoo's arm and started dragging her inside. She was still in a comatose state and willing to be lead by anyone. Before she knew it she was sitting in a chair with one of her co-workers dabbing a wet cloth over her face. “Huh?”

 

“I said, `can you hear me?'”

 

Shampoo nodded at her coworker. “Oh… Yeah…” She looked off behind the coworker to see Ranma sitting in a single chair rubbing her head slowly. “Ranma… I…”

 

Ranma put a hand up to stop her speech and kept the silence until she felt the need to break it again. “Sorry about that… I get carried away sometimes… I just hate people like that…”

 

Shampoo shook her head clear and tried to stand up but got a head rush and sat back down. She let out a slow breath and breathed in deeply. “No… Thanks… Thanks for that…”

 

Ranma smiled at her and the coworker went off to get a glass of water for Shampoo. “I guess you weren't expecting that from me.”

 

Shampoo shook her head again. “No, not really. Umm… How have you been?”

 

Ranma wanted small talk as well. “Fine… Fine… I see your Japanese has gotten better.”

 

“Yeah… Umm… H-how long have you been here?”

 

“This is my second night… And it's not what it looks like…”

 

“Oh… What is it then?”

 

Ranma shook her head and said. “Give me second would ya?”

 

“Ok.”

 

Ranma left the room and when he came back he was a he again and wearing pants a t-shirt and with out make-up on. “Ok, first. I'm here to get Akane, big surprise eh?”

 

Shampoo got up with a smile, came over to him and gave him a hug. “Thanks for helping me…”

 

Ranma gave up with the explanation and wrap an arm around her. “No prob.”

 

Shampoo let out a couple of tears and held him tightly. “Thank you…”

 

Ranma started realizing what he hadn't seen before. “How long have they been bugging you?”

 

She buried her head in his chest and held on tighter. “A-almost a month straight… I've always gotten away but that time… I thought…”

 

Ranma put his other arm around her and held her close. “It's alright, they're not gonna bug you any more…”

 

They sat down on the couch together and Shampoo kept crying. “I know… It's just… Where have you been…?”

 

Ranma didn't know how to answer that. It was a straightforward question with a deeper meaning. “Some where with my head up my ass… What about Mousse? Where's he?”

 

“Grandma kicked him out… I didn't want to tell him that they were… touching me… I couldn't…”

 

Ranma rubbed her back to sooth her. “Hey listen. I'm gonna give you a ride home ok? I want you to get some rest and forget about all this shit tonight and I need you to do me a favor.”

 

Shampoo wiped a tear from her eye and asked. “What?”

 

“Tomorrow I want you to find Mousse and tell him what happened tonight. Can you do that?”

 

“I can't tell him…”

 

“Hey, he's got an iron crush on you and something tells me with two year it hasn't changed much has it?”

 

She almost smiled shook her head. “No…”

 

“Tell him they're out of the way, you don't have to mention to any one that I'm back, just get it off your chest. You'll feel better.”

 

Shampoo nodded. “…Ok… I'll try…”

 

The coworker came back with a glass of water and Ranma left Shampoo for a moment to wait at the front door for Hikori and Zero.

 

 

A few minutes passed and a BMW came cruising up. “Hey guys, I got us a job.”

 

Hikori smiled and asked. “What's the challenge?”

 

“100K in two days. Think we can pull it off?”

 

“Hell yeah.”

 

“Ok, I told the bouncers to wait for you guys so they'll show you to the office; I've got to give someone a drive home.”

 

Zero smiled as he walked into the strip joint and Hikori leaned against the car. “Picking up hookers is a bad idea there buddy.”

 

“Fuck off man, I found an old friend and I just traumatized her, so I'd like the both of us to be out of here by the time the ambulance arrives.”

 

“Right. See ya in a few.” Hikori did his thing and went inside while Ranma went to go get Shampoo.

 

 

Ranma parked the car behind a well-kept house and Shampoo got out. “You gonna be ok?”

 

Shampoo nodded and brushed her hair out of her face. “Yeah… Grandma owns a club now and I work there until eight every night, so if you ever want to visit or say `hi' to Mousse…”

 

Ranma grabbed a pen and paper from the glove box and jotted down a number. “Listen. If you're scared or think you're being followed give my pager a call on your cell and I'll come for ya. I know you can take care of yourself, but being someone that knows me must be a bit rough.”

 

Shampoo smiled and took the number. “Thanks… I'm happy you're back… It's not like it was before but it feels good to know you're still out there thinking about me…”

 

“Uhh…”

 

“I know. You're here for Akane… She went missing, but I guess you know… I hope you find her.”

 

“Thanks Shampoo. I'll stay in touch.” Ranma gave her a wave as she walked off and opened a carved gate leading to a walk-in garden. She waved goodbye and went inside the house. `Why do I keep giving every one my pager number? I'm gonna be as busy as fuck… Oh, yeah it's because I'm too fucking nice for my own good… Why don't I ever listen to you Hikori?'

 

 

Ranma pulled into the parking lot just in time to see a man being hoisted into the back of an ambulance and couldn't help but smile. `I so did a good deed… I think.'

 

Ranma walked into the club taking in the flashing lights and tits without even batting an eye and grabbed Zero on his way into the back. “Keep it in your pants for now.”

 

“How dare you think I'd give into such primitive urges!? Reproduction is the last thing on my mind right now!”

 

“Thank god for that.”

 

“Hey! What's that suppose to mean?”

 

Ranma whistled when he entered the office and the wall opened up to the left. “Hey, pretty fancy. That's some serious spy shit right there.”

 

Boris stared wide-eyed at Ranma and tried to close the door fast. Ranma wedged his arm in and pried the door open. Boris pointed at him and held a chair in his hand as a weapon. “She said you wouldn't come here!”

 

“She says a lot of things. Now it's time for a meeting.”

 

“Oh, god! The Kyoto Hurricane in my office! If Tim finds out I'm-.”

 

Ranma pushed him down onto a chair. “Tim's not going to know shit, alright? We're gonna be busy and are gonna need to bust our asses for the next day and a half. Hikori, I'm leaving the main plan up to you. The target is 100K and we need to get it inconspicuously. Better yet, you're gonna be working with Nabiki.”

 

Boris looked at him with defeat. “What's she got to do with anything?”

 

“There's more to her then a nice pair of tits, I'll tell you that much.”

 

(David Bowie - China Girl)