Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Insomnia ( Chapter 10 )

Insomnia




For the remaining time before every one had to pull the job Ranma decided to take over the new couch and sleep on it. He kept waking up every ten minutes, with thoughts over events soon to take place, but put them off to the side and dozed off again and again. The last time he woke up was when Sheela decided to join him for a nap and snuggled up to him. She brought a blanket with her and they both dozed off. Ryouga came into the room and tip toed quietly past them and towards the fridge, inconveniently located right beside the couch. He opened it took a look at the two sleeping, grabbed a couple bottles of water and went back to the patio. Hikori was reading a magazine when Ryouga came over to him and handed him the requested water and put out his smoke just in time. Ryouga pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards the two and asked. “Are you sure those two aren't… You know…”

“Nah, their best friends. She's always been good to him and he's returned that. They may yell at each other once and a while, but believe me they love to fight.”

“She's kind of `touchy'… Like physically.”

Hikori waved it off as he gulped some water down. “Don't mind that. She knows she's hot and she likes to see guys sweat.”

“I noticed…”

“Don't take it too hard, those two have been making those kind of bets since the second week of knowing each other. At least he came clean and paid you out for your efforts. He's usually a cheap skate about it.”

Ryouga shrugged. “I guess.”

“Maybe you should try that some time as well.”

“What do you mean!?”

“Voice down buddy. I'm talking about your curse.”

Ryouga started getting defensive. “What about it? So what if I didn't tell him?”

Hikori laughed and leaned back in his chair a bit. “You know why Ranma still changes into a girl?”

Ryouga thought about it and gave him a basic answer. “Because he didn't go to China?”

“No. It's because I stopped him from going to China.”

Ryouga gave him a puzzled look. “Why'd you stop him?”

“With a name like mine, can you guess where I'm from?”

Ryouga continued looking at Hikori and started thinking, and after a few moments it hit him. “Hikori…” Ryouga said it fast and it came out. “Hickory.” Ryouga thought back on a time when he met people with names like those and pointed at Hikori. “Are you a Musk?”

Hikori smiled his weasely little grin and nodded with a thumb up. “Got it on your first try man. Now let use some deductive reasoning here. I came from China and I'm from a line of people that once used the springs to hells end and back, so in general I have a good knowledge of how this shit works. Sure I don't have a lot to do with my heritage anymore and maybe I was in the third generation that disbanded, but that's beside the point. Now as to the reason I stopped Ranma from going back is because the curses have a tendency to carry over. My brother found this out way back in the day when he tried curing himself of the penguin curse he had and ended up having a really fucked up cross-form of a man and a penguin. What a penguin was doing in China, I'll never know, but basically in Ranma's case this means that if he jumped into that spring of drowned man, his new cursed form would have been a hentai manga rip-off of a dick-girl, I think. So when you said that you went back to China for a cure Ranma became suspicious of you and I don't blame him either.”

Ryouga sat very still in his seat trying to figure out if what Hikori said was true. “W-what are you saying?”

Hikori lit a smoke and blew out the billows from his nose. “It means that you lied and he knows it. Since this is Ranma's little problem here I'm not going to pry in on how you actually got cured, but just know that you broke some serious trust with him as well as the others if they find out. Now it's not like he's got people with camera's following you around or any thing, but just remember that the second it looks like you're gonna stab us in the back he'll kill ya.” Hikori gave a short pause and looked Ryouga square in the eye. “and if he can't muster up the nerve to do it then I will. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah! I won't stab you guys in the back I swear!”

“Good. Now when ever you get around to it, tell Ranma how you really got cured, or else the trust will never be restored.”

“Ok, ok…”


A few hours later Ranma finally woke up for good and he shook Sheela awake. “Hey sexy. Time to get up.”

She kept her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and smiled. “Are you sure handsome?”

“Yup.”

She rolled over and whispered to him. “Hey, guess what.”

“You're not gonna get up?”

“Close. I'm making you something.”

“Ooo. Watcha making me?”

“Something special.”

“I guess I should get you something too.”

“Maybe you should, or else I might keep it for myself.”

“So watcha want?”

“Something special.”

“Gonna make me guess?”

“Yup, but here's a hint. I don't want a car.”

“Ouch, this is gonna be a toughie.”

She got up and gave his forehead a kiss. “Well, it wouldn't be important if it wasn't hard.”

“Good point…” Shortly after Ranma got up he walked out onto the patio and saw Hikori, Zero, Ryouga, Nabiki and Jerico all sitting there with faces that looked ready to laugh. “What? Did she do something to me again?”

Hikori waved Ranma towards a chair. “Ranma my man. Have a seat.”

“What the hell did you guys do…?”

“Oh, nothing. We just drew straws.”

“Straws for?”

“Who gets to work at the Back Door tonight. Kuno is a little bit busy right now, so some one's gotta run the place.”

“…”

Jerico pulled out a tight `man-candy' suit and tossed it towards Ranma. “We got you a little something to make you blend in there. Kuno is usually working the bar so you're gonna need to look convincing.”

“I hate you guys so fucking much…”

Zero passed Ranma a look. “T'was was a fare vote. Much like the old kingdom of France.”

“You guys just said you drew straws…” Ranma glared at Nabiki for a moment. “This is your doing isn't it?”

Nabiki shrugged. “Well are you going to put on the suit or not?”

“Like hell I'm putting that on.” Ranma turned around and started heading back inside. “Sheela! I need to borrow some clothes.”

A disturbing response came back to Ranma and struck a small amount of fear into Jerico's heart. “Didn't you bring your own?”

“No…”

Sheela walked out with a black bag and gave him choices. “You've got a choice between green, pink, black, purple, aaaaaaannnnnddddd blue.”

Jerico became confused when he started holding tank tops and skirts up to see how they looked. “Hey guys, what says `lesbian' best?”

Zero pointed off to the side. “Purple has my vote, for it is the color of royalty.”

Hikori took his turn. “I'm diggin' on the lime green, with black mini-skirt.”

Nabiki took a gander. “Is there no red?”

Sheela shuffled around in the bag and then Jerico heard another question that made him wonder about Ranma. “Nope… Hey what happened to that slut suit you had?”

“I burnt that thing!”

Ryouga tried at it. “What's wrong with pink?”

Nabiki filled him in. “Oh, other then every thing? He needs carpet eater, not airhead bimbo.”

Ranma looked between the clothes. “Awe hell… Jerico, what do you think?”

Jerico shook his head. “I don't know what I think anymore.”

“Lime green with black mini it is.”

A few minutes later Ranma was calling for Sheela again. “How do I make my boobs stick up again?”

Upon Ranma coming out onto the patio again in her new lesbo waitress suit Sheela went over to her tool box by the torn apart El Dorado and pulled out some tape. Jerico almost fell off his chair when Sheela stuck her hands right up Ranma's shirt and applied it first hand. “Thanks.”

Jerico needed an answer and he needed one now. He got up flicked Ranma left breast and asked. “Is this a body suit or something? These look real! And how did you dye your hair so fast!?”

He was clobbered instantly. “Hands off! God, you'd think people would listen to me once and a while! Should I just start walking around with a fucking sign that says, `Don't Fucking Touch Me' or something? Fucking hell!”

Zero shook his head at Jerico. “I'll say. That's just rude.”

Jerico pointed from the ground at Ranma and asked every one. “That is in fact a man, right!?”

Nabiki put a hand on his shoulder. “Yes J-baby, don't worry.”


Ranma turned on the neon `open' sign and let the tenants in. A small crowd of well built pretty boys plus a couple of older couples entered and didn't pay Ranma much mind except for the occational comments like. `Oh, Kuno hired a cute girl!' and one or two question later on like, `So, how do you do it? I haven't seen a tranny this good since Destiny worked here.' Ranma just kept herself quiet and served drinks like she was suppose to. Jerico on the other hand was helping her and he was currently in the `man-candy' suit. Ranma smiled at him and said. “So these guys know you?”

“I come here with Jerry! Nothing more!” Jerico's sexuality was pretty clear, he was as straight as an arrow, so Ranma was glad she covered her bases when she asked him to help out. Well not so much help out as he was shoved into the trunk of a stolen Honda and forced into labor. “How could you do this to me? After all I helped you with!”

“Oh, it was pretty easy, you see I thought it would be funny, especially after you pulled out Jerry's clubbing suit. I really hope he visits tonight.”

“I will kill you if he shows up.”

Ranma served something fruity and tropical to a couple guys and pulled something out of her pocket. “Oh, look at that, I have a cell phone.”

Jerico pointed at Ranma as a techno remix of Reach of for the Sunrise came on the stereo. “Don't you dare! I don't care how badass you were in Kyoto, I will destroy you!”

Ranma laughed as she put it away. “I'm not that mean. However I do require a favor.”

Tattoo man Jerico got something with thick blue liquid in a bowl and a mini-rainforest in the center and handed to a guy that winked at Jerico and gave him a tip. “What?”

“In an hour I'm gonna have to check up on some shit, can you manage for a while?”

“Hell no!”

“Fine, it's clear you're gonna need motivation.” Ranma pulled out her phone again.

Jerico waved violently. “No! I can manage!”

“Are you sure?” She asked as she held her finger over an auto-dial button.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Ok, I won't get Jerry here to help you…”


An hour later Ranma was out the door and heading for the strip club in her new beat up, rusty ass Honda. She pulled up and side swiped a dumpster for good luck and entered the club, via the back door. She walked straight into Boris's main office and asked. “Where the hell's Paul.”

“Ahh!” Boris was on the edge. He was shaky with thoughts of Timmy coming in with guns a blazin'. “Fuck! Don't do that!”

“Sorry. Where the hell is Paul?”

“He should be getting shot down at the bar right now. He was actually looking for you, he'll be back in a minute though.”

For reasons unknown she crossed her eyes and said, “Groovy.” She planted herself on some tacky inflatable furniture and asked. “Where did you get these?”

“You have to order them online.”

“Oh.”

A moment of silence passed and Boris made his move. “Want a drink babe?”

“Fuck off.” And he was promptly shot down himself.

After waiting a few minutes Paul came in with an angry guy following him trying to pick a fight. “What the fuck were you trying to do to my woman ass hole?”

“Nothing mate, fuck off will ya?”

“No, tell me what the fuck you were doing near-.” (SMASH)

Ranma stood behind the man with a broken bottle in her hand and let the guy fall as bouncers dragged him out. “Paul, please try not to embarrass yourself so much. Did you get what I wanted?”

“Oh, yeah.” He reached underneath the only real couch in the room and pulled out a small stack of photo's and a few notes. “Ere' ya go.”

“Thanks.” She flipped through a couple and saw pictures of guards all around and Akane in three different windows. “Hey, you actually did something useful Paul. Flying colors and all.”

“Thanks sweet cheeks.”

“I'll let that slide, but only because you did a good job. My bro'll be stopping in some time tomorrow to give you the low down. I suggest you spend the night here and have an open door in the morning.”

“Ok… So how's it going?”

“Don't be friendly with me cock-clamp.”

Boris let his face drop at the insult. “I meant the plan.”

“Oh, it was a failure. You guys are screwed, see ya.” Ranma walked out and got half way down the hallway when Sheela came over to her. “What are you doing here?”

Sheela gave her a funny look and said. “To watch strippers, get drunk and find you, how about you?”

“I have to do a little something for Bugsy right now.”

Sheela clamped her teeth and asked. “Can it wait?”

“Not really, why?”

“We got a problem…”

“With?”

Sheela got a little bouncy as she paced in place. “Roxy's. Zero didn't fully shut down the security system when we went in.”

“Oh, for fuck sakes… That's the biggest club in town, we need their business.”

“Well Zero said that the scanners are still picking up money, but they have evidence of our break-in.”

“Fuck… I can't be two places at once. I have to do this thing for Bugsy and I can only do it tonight.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Can Hikori fix it? He wasn't there.”

“Maybe, he might still be busy with the transfers.”

Ranma crossed her arms and then her phone rang. She picked it up to hear Jerry's voice. “I've got a crisis and I need it fixed right now.”

Ranma swished her head from side to side slowly. “You can't be fucking serious…”

“I know you're doing you thing right now, but this has got priority. Get here as fast as you can.”

“Does it matter if it's Ryouga?”

“I don't care! I just need some one to risk their ass for me right now! So hurry up!”

“Fine ya mean bitch!” Ranma hung up and wanted to throw the phone. She got her anger under control and looked at Sheela. “Can you help Ryouga with Jerry's apparent crisis?”

“Sure. What does he want?”

“I don't fucking know… I'll give Hikori a call. We're proper fucked if they have your faces on those tapes… Wait did you just call Jerry a `he'?”

“Yeah, Jerry's actually a guy. You didn't notice the Adams apple?”

“Oh, not you too…”

“How could you not-.”

“I'm out of here!” Ranma hushed her up and walked away with a cell phone beeping away.


Hikori got the call and was now on his way to fix a problem. He hot wired a white supra and made his way to Roxy's while formulating a plan. He thought to himself like playing a video in his head of how thing would turn out if he this or did that. He had never been in Roxy's so he now had to figure out where he was going to have to find the security system, guess how many guards and bouncers there were gonna be and also get out of there with a look of innocents on his face. “I'm gonna get worked…”

Hikori went in without a plan and noticed right away that he was a little out of place upon entry. Roxy's was an all night rave with glow sticks and tight clothing all around. The crowd cheered as the DJ worked his magic upon synthesizers, various computers and keyboards. Lights flickered all around and the flashing strobe light made things look choppy and slowed down at best. A few dumb young kids that managed to make it in had the vampire look down with pale skin and glowing face paint to boot. The people danced as best they could within, but it was nowhere close to as cool as break-dancing. Essentially, it was an instant headache for Hikori. He went straight into the crowd and joined the jumpers as the electric waves hit the air with the lasers shooting every which way. Hikori was on the look out for a disguise and laid dormant within the crowd until some one that looked his size needed to use the bathroom. Hikori followed the tall thin vampire kid in and made a quick look around for cameras. Nothing was there and before the guy could make it to the urinal Hikori put his hand to the back of the kids head and smashed his face against the wall and did it three more times just to make sure he was out for the night. Hikori pulled the kid into a stall and started changing as quick as he could with two people in a small rectangle. He tied the kid's arms behind the toilet with his old pants, locked the stall, and slid underneath the door. He checked himself in the mirror and realized that if he had make up, he could look like a member of kiss, just with a trench coat and a few more chains. He couldn't help but think he looked too old to be there but hell it was dark with fast flashing lights out there, so it didn't matter too much. When Hikori exited the bathroom he came to a realization that he didn't see before. Roxy's was just an emptied warehouse with a bunch of booths set up for service and it did in fact have a second floor to it. Amazing what one can see from the bathroom door. Hikori knew right away that this made his job easier. All he had to do now was find some stairs and not be seen, but he also wanted to avoid question. Hikori scanned the place again and saw something that a bouncer was making sure nobody went up. Hikori thought to himself, `Well there's my entry… Where's my distraction…?' Just as Hikori thought this some one excused himself past him and into the bathroom. An evil smile crossed Hikori's face as he turned around and entered the bathroom again.

Moments later Hikori ran over to the closest bouncer who happened to be the one standing in front of the stairs and Hikori put up a hell of a panicked front. “Dude! A couple of guys are beating the living shit out of each other in the bathroom!”

“What!? Show me!” The large man dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt saying `Roxy's Event Staff' followed Hikori to the bathroom. The bouncer saw two guys beaten to bloody hell sprawled out across the floor. “What the hell happened here?” The question was answered with a solid hit to the back of his head with the butt of Hikori's gun.

Hikori almost made his way up to the stairs with his lips whistling, but some skanky vampire girl stopped him. “Hey, you're cute. Wanna dance?”

Hikori had a better idea. “Hey lets skip that and just go make-out right now.”

She smiled and said. “Ok!”

Half way up the stairs Hikori `accidentally' tripped her and upon doing so she landed on her face with a broken nose getting ready to start crying. Hikori picked her up instantly and rushed her up the rest of the stairs in his arms and entered a softly lit hallway to find some security guy. “Hey! What are you two doing up here?”

Hikori rushed over to him and showed him the girl. “My girlfriend O.D-ed on Draino! The guy downstairs told me to bring her up here and lay her down!”

“Frankie said so?”

“Yeah!”

“Ok, follow me! Does she need an ambulance?”

As the guy turned around Hikori noticed a lovely little taser in a holster on the man's side. “No, she does this all the time. She should stop crying in a few minutes.”

Moments later Hikori was half out on an office with his new little high-voltage friend. “These things are cool…”

The girl he came up with yelled at him. “Hey! Don't leave me tied up in here you freak! Let me out!”

Hikori turned around, took off his show and then his sock, which he then rammed into her mouth and further fortified to with a roll of scotch tape he found on the desk she was tied to. “Shuddup.”

He stood close to the door and pulled out his gun, and as he did that he pulled out his nifty silencer. He peaked out into the hallway and continued down when he was convinced that the coast was clear. He continued looking around corners carefully until he came to a door at the end of the hallway. He looked at the bottom and could see light coming out from underneath, so he put an ear to the door. He heard nothing but just to be safe he kicked in the door and made a quick assault upon the room. Luckily it was just a short man at a desk staring up with wide eyes at Hikori. “Hey there. Do you happen to be in charge of security?”

“Uhhh…”

Hikori held up the taser and his gun. “How you answer this question determines what weapon you get.”

“I… Own the place…”

“Taser it is.” Hikori pointed the instrument at the guy and he held up his hands in protest.

“WAIT! WAIT! What the hell do you what!?”

“Buddy, I want to use this taser very badly, can't you at least resist a little?”

“Ahh! Money? I got money!”

Hikori nodded. “Hey good start. Can I get some security tapes too?”

“I-I don't have any security tapes!”

“Ok, time for the gun.” Hikori held up the silenced 9mm and let a shot fly off towards the guy.

“Jesus! You don't understand! All our video feed goes straight to the police security system! Tapes are out dated!”

Hikori tapped his foot a couple of times, took a deep breath and gave himself some advice. “Don't get mad… Get sadistic…”

The guy behind the desk said, “What?”


Elsewhere in Nerima Ryouga and Sheela knocked on the doors to Jerry's place. A few seconds later a new designated door bitch answered and he called for Jerry. “They're here!”

“About fucking time!” Jerry came out of his back office and approached them. “Where the fuck's Ranma?”

Sheela gave Jerry a confused look. “He told you he couldn't make it… That's why we're here.”

“Right!” Jerry waved them to come back to the office with him. They all sat down and Jerry pointed at a passed out Kuno on the floor. “That is my problem!”

Ryouga stared down at him for a few seconds and asked. “Is he dead!?”

“No, he's not dead. He just stopped and fell the fuck down. I don't even know what did it. He just keeps going on about a pigtailed girl in his sleep.”

Sheela looked down at Kuno and then back up at Jerry. “This is what you called us here for? This is fucking ridiculous!”

“No there was something else. I just want you guys to do something about him before you go.”

“Oh, thank god… So what do ya want?”

“I need you guys to go get some incriminating evidence from the police station.”

“Whoa! We don't do police stations.” Jerry crossed his elegant arms and reach beneath his desk. A large duffle bag was pulled out and inside was a shit load of money. Sheela smiled and said, “But I guess there's a first time for everything. What would you like us to get?”


Hikori finished spraying lighter fluid all over the man behind the desk and asked calmly. “Now which precinct does the video footage go to?”

“I honestly can't tell you. Please man… Don't do this… Don't do something you'll regret later…”

“I don't regret anything I do. Now if you don't want me to find out if I can in fact light you on fire with this thing, then you better do something to save your ass.” Hikori brought the taser close to the guys face and waited. “Well?”

The guy stayed calm as best he could. “Uhh… Maybe it'll tell you the dealer number on the system. I don't know what else to tell you.”

Hikori thought for a second and asked. “What phone number do you call when you need footage, or a repair.”

“I call detective Willis. He left his business card here a while ago, but I don't have it anymore.”

“I think I can manage.” Hikori was about to leave when the door was busted in for a second time that evening. “Did you press a button Mr. Roxy?”

Mr. Roxy leaned forward in his chair and yelled to the bouncers. “Kill this ass hole!”

Hikori had heard that phrase one too many times to take it lightly so he did what came to his mind first. He pointed his gun towards the door and emptied his clip. Four men dead, Hikori was now in for murder. Nothing new. He turned towards Mr. Roxy and said. “That was such a big mistake… You are so gonna get it.” He held up the taser and let the prongs shoot into Roxy's chest. The guy started twitching all over the place but he failed to burst into flames. After a while Hikori got bored and released the trigger. “Why did you push the button Mr. Roxy?” Roxy gasped for breath and Hikori tasered him again. “That's not a very clear answer you know?”

Roxy got together his wits and managed to speak up. “You fucking piece of shit! I've got ya! You know that? I've fucking got ya!”

“Oh?”

“The police have a perfect video of you killing those guys. You're fucked!”

Hikori nodded. “I guess you're right. I suppose I should take out my vengeance upon you since I have the opportunity.” Roxy's eyes went wide as Hikori held down the zap trigger, sending Roxy into vibrating mess. After a few moments Hikori stopped and smelled the air. “Did you just shit yourself man?” No response was heard. “You still alive?”

Roxy's chin sat at the top of his chest and a trail of spit made its way out of his mouth. He moaned signifying that he was still of this world. Hikori was about to change this. He calmly lit a smoke and pulled it away from hit lips. He leaned in close to Roxy and said. “You just had to be a dick head, didn't ya?” Then he pressed the hot end against Roxy's forehead and soon Roxy's face was up in flames. He remained tied to his chair desperately trying to hit the ground for a drop and roll. No such luck for him. As the man burned alive Hikori went around the office squirting lighter fluid on a few things and then lighting them on fire. To make these events look like an accident Hikori cut the burning Roxy loose and the body hit the floor. Hikori wasted no time getting the dead man up and running him through the one-way glass looking down into the club. The glass shattered and a burning dead man landed in the middle of the dance floor, and just as that happened, Hikori pulled the fire alarm switch. People started swarming out of the club in seconds and Hikori blended into the crowed carrying his girlfriend with a broken nose. Once he was out the doors he dropped her, took his sock back and climbed into his stolen car with his cell phone out. He shot down the road and dialed a few memorized numbers he got from Zero in case he ever need information.

An operator answered. “Hello, this is NPD main office. How may I help you?”

Hikori put on a thick cheesy French accent and started talking. “Bonjour. I ave ere a package for a mizster Detective Willis, but he failed to zell me where I could findz im.”

“Is he expecting it?”

“Oui.”

“Ok, his office is actually here at the main branch, but he isn't here right now. Would you like to leave it here with us and would you like directions?”

“Oui, oui. Fucking sweet.” Hikori hung up and started heading for the NDP main branch. He started dialing numbers again and this time it was Zero. “Hey, I need a favor and I need one now.”

“My services are always at a friends service. Now may I ask where that $30 you owe me may be hiding?”

“Please?”


(Faithless - Insomnia: That's right, I put shitty techno in here. How do ya like them apples!? Any ways feel free to have fun and party hard.)