Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Victory ( Chapter 12 )

Victory

 

 

 

Sheela had the Cuda floored and bolting towards the new suburban war zone. She fumbled around with a submachine gun as she shifted and took a corner sharp. The back end swung out and left a piercing screech in its wake. She was moments away from her destination and she was pissed. “Ranma you fucking idiot!”

 

 

Ranma ran through the streets dodging bullets and finding salvation behind mailboxes and dumpsters. He couldn't tell where every one was and wasting ammo was a bad idea right now. He had a shotgun with fifteen rounds and two handguns with thirty rounds, making an overall of forty-five shots. He held his shotgun tight and listened to the sounds. The cops were shooting in sequence and carefully so not to hit anyone or anything they didn't want to hit. It was a weak advantage for Ranma but an advantage nonetheless. Shot from one side stopped so they were more then likely moving, meaning he'd follow right behind them and figure out how get out of this tedious little two-block evacuation zone.

 

Hikori watched the television screen while dialing a couple numbers on his cell. “Hey Zero. Thanks for cutting the power back there, but I'm going to need a little more.” Hikori listened to Zero for a minute and started looking pissed off. “Turn on the T.V you bastard head!” Hikori went silent for a second again and started sounding even more pissed. “I'm not talking about Wheel of fucking Fortune! Go to channel three, tell me what you see, and make that picture go away.” Hikori waited and nodded a few times. “Yeeeesssss, Ranma's in trouble. I want this picture to disappear, and I don't want those cops to be able to talk to each other-… Huh…? What do you mean you can't do anything about it? You're useless. I'm firing you right now… Oh, so you know a guy that knows a guy that lives next door to another guy that owes you a favor. Who?… You've never met him… But he's great at Counter Strike, gawd Zero! You're a grown man for fuck sakes. Get him to do what ever it is he can do and do it fast.”

 

Jerry watched the screen and asked. “So what's happening?”

 

“He knows a guy that works with a T.V satellite station. He's gonna block off all the signals, but he can't do much about the police radios.”

 

“Shitty… Hey, has anyone seen Jerico?”

 

 

Jerico was watching the scene on television in awe, with the rest of the bar. “Wow… He wasn't kidding when he said he had to go take care of something…”

 

“Can I buy you a drinky Mr. Barkeep?”

 

“No, and don't touch me.” Moments later the screen turned to white static and the entire bar went into an uproar. “What the fucks going on?”

 

 

Ranma was pegged behind a minivan parked on the side of the road and not seeing too many options in which way he should go. “Gee, I can either be shot to hell or shot to shit…”

 

A megaphone from a police chopper was heard overhead as Ranma tried to figure out his escape. “This is the NDP. You are completely surrounded. Put your weapons down and surrender asshole.”

 

Ranma couldn't help but roll that thought around in his head. `Sure I can surrender, but I'm sure they got either a cell with a life sentence or an electric chair ready for me. Need to save Akane though… Fuck that, I need to save myself first… Can't run out shooting… Think you fucking moron! Think!' Ranma's thought was interrupted by a huge tank of a car heard peeling around a corner and through a police roadblock. `Awe crap… It's Sheela… Now I'm in shit…'

 

A few cops got in her way as she sped towards the center of the police aim. She didn't slow down and let two cops go rolling across her hood, and a third got acquainted with the undercarriage of the car. Her charge didn't last long though, the cops forgot Ranma for a moment and let loose a few shots at Sheela's tires. A lucky shot hit the front left tire and now the speeding Cuda was a flipping Cuda, rolling down the street. Ranma didn't waste too much time and ran after the vehicle now skidding on its passenger side door. The car came to a halt and Ranma kicked out the windshield immediately. He leaned in for the rescue and received a sturdy fist across his face. “I'm going to kill you!”

 

Ranma shook it off and pulled her out. “What the hell are you thinking coming here? I got your ass out of here and now you come back!?”

 

Before Sheela could go up and down both sides of him, an odd silence caught their ears momentarily and then a command was shouted. “FIRE!”

 

“SHIT!” Ranma covered Sheela beside the roof as the bullets hit the bottom of the car.

 

Sheela got Ranma off of her, pulled out her SMG, stood up and released Hell. “Don't fuck with us!”

 

Ranma stayed on the ground and covered his head as she went at them. After her clip emptied he grabbed her leg and pulled her to the ground as a sniper round came close to hitting her. “Don't stand up! We can't win this shoot out, we gotta run!”

 

Sheela wacked Ranma and asked. “Where the hell to?”

 

“I'm trying to figure that out… What are you sitting on?”

 

“The ground you idiot.”

 

“No you're sitting on a man hole. As usual you're ass has shown me salvation.”

 

“FIRE!” The bullets hit the car again and this time some made their way through. It was this that started to tip the car.

 

“Oh, shi-!” Ranma twisted onto his back and braced his legs against the edge of the roof. The car stopped tipping, but it wasn't doing Ranma any good. “You just had to find the heaviest fucking car!” Ranma's face started turning red as he did his best to keep it up.

 

Sheela pulled out her Swiss army knife and started working on the bolts holding the manhole closed. “Just keep that thing up for me ok sweetie?”

 

“A Swiss army knife!? You're using a Swiss army knife!?”

 

“Don't doubt my Swiss army knife. This thing has saved my life more times then I've saved yours.” Sheela started picking away at the rust between the bolts and Ranma was getting angry.

 

“You can not be serious! I can't hold this thing up forever you know!?”

 

Sheela kept working away at loosening the bolts. “I'm not hearing any faith over here.”

 

“Fine! I believe! I believe in the fucking knife!”

 

“Good, now I'm going to need some man muscle.”

 

Ranma looked at the car creeping lower to him and then at Sheela. “I'm kinda busy here babe.”

 

“We've been through this before, it's called foreplay, but in this case multitasking. You're hands are in fact free.”

 

Ranma reached over and started twisting hard with clamped fingers. “You cold bitch…”

 

Sheela lent a hand with the weight of the car, by pushing her back against the roof and pushing up. “Just hurry up! Left! Turn it left!”

 

“I am turning it left!” Another couple of shots went off and a canister of tear gas was shot close to them. “Oh, hell no!” Sheela gave up her support on the car and exchanged it for getting mad, reloading the SMG and firing away while swearing profusely. “H-Hey! Can you focus!?”

 

Sheela got back into position and Ranma got a bolt out. “I've got three more.”

 

“Get them out!”

 

Ranma muscled up and unscrewed another bolt above his head. `Two…' Shots went off again and he felt the weight of the car direct itself on top of him. As he pulled with the third he slipped and broke a nail in half causing him to jerk and drop the car a little lower. “Fuck…” He blocked out the pain and went back at it with full force. The third bold popped out and Ranma grabbed the knife on the ground. He unfolded the bottle opener and used it like a wrench. The fourth bolt squeaked as it came undone and a few seconds later he pried it open with the screwdriver. Sheela abandoned her position again and helped move the cover. “Get in!”

 

Sheela slid in and Ranma was once again trying to figure out how to get out of his position of death. It was then when he heard an angry voice yell, “Who threw that grenade!?”

 

Ranma heard something metallic hit the ground close by and then he saw it rolling towards him. His body tensed up and his eyes went wide. “OH, FUCK!”

 

Sheela reached up and pulled his shoulders dragging him in backwards into the hole and the car followed by blocking the hole with its roof. The two fell into the sludge below as an explosion was heard from above. A few seconds passed and Ranma pushed himself up and was not satisfied with his surroundings. He turned to help Sheela up but she was already flying at him with open arms. “We're alive!” She latched her arms around his neck, swung 90 degrees and accidentally pulled Ranma back into the septic sludge. It didn't seem to bother her as she started kissing Ranma violently. “You're alive! I'm alive! We're alive together! This is great!”

 

A feminine voice protested the attention and pushed Sheela off. “We are NOT making out down here! This is gross, I'm unhappy, and we're taking a shower ASAP.”

 

Sheela looked at the now female Ranma and said. “Oh, I thought you were a bit too squishy.”

 

Ranma looked at herself and then at her surroundings in shock horror. “Oh, god… There's shit… EVERYWHERE!”

 

Sheela looked at her arms and then at the browy-yellow sludge they were standing in. “I think I'm gonna hurl…”

 

“No! Don't add to it!”

 

 

A few hours later Ryouga was awake again and he was pacing. Hikori had his smoke in his mouth as normal and the scene in the cargo bay was pretty much quiet. Jerry was in his office for the most part taking calls and doing business as always, but one call was from Bugsy. “So you think he's alive?”

 

“He better be fucking alive. You know how much C4 he used? That guy owes me a lot of money.”

 

Bugsy shrugged on the other end of the line as walked through his shop. “I guess that means you're worried about him. I've a couple of guys working you-know-where that told me no bodies have been found. I can't say I have any good news about your car though.”

 

“Great, they broke my fucking car too. What is this bullshit!?”

 

“I don't know. But I think they got away. I guess he's famous for a reason. What do you think we should do now Jerry?”

 

“Collect my money that's what we'll do. Also sent someone tough to his mothers place, she may know where that thieving little bastard is hiding.”

 

“So, we'll look for them and send some protection over to his mom's place. That's kinda generous Jerry. Who'd you have in mind?”

 

“Send Jimmy the Ice Pick. I'll have my boys search around.”

 

“Got it. Talk to ya later.” Bugsy hung up the phone and called up a hired dumb muscle he had. A few rings went by and the phone was picked up.

 

“Joe's Pizza. May I take your order?”

“Jimmy, it's me. I'm gonna need you to do a little bit of watch dog work. Are ya busy?”

 

“Nope. Should I bring my ice pick?”

 

“I'd prefer a gun, but I suppose you can take both. I don't want ya to kill any one; I just need ya to look after a couple of ladies for me and for the love of Pete that doesn't mean try to fuck them. I don't want to go through this again, the last time was embarrassing and I've seen men killed for less.”

 

“Sorry boss.”

 

“No problem, we learn from our mistakes. That reminds me. How're those anger management courses going?”

 

 

Ranma and Sheela were at a nice little motel, with out permission. You don't exactly want to ask for a room while covered from head to toe in shit, so one usually has to make due with the situations at hand… and neither of them had any cash on them anyways.

 

Ranma stayed in the shower a bit longer then Sheela and after he was done he came out to find her laying on the bed with a blank stare at the ceiling. “You ok?”

 

She shook her head and looked ready to cry. “I can still feel it on me…”

 

“You're not alone.” He reached into the mini-fridge and pulled out a Fanta. `Oooo, Fanta.' “You want anything?”

 

“A full body scrub down with an SOS Pad would be nice.”

 

“I think I saw some under this sink in there.”

 

Sheela smile and rolled onto her side. “Stop trying to make me feel better. I want to be bitter and angry right now.”

 

Ranma got on the bed with her and rubbed her shoulder. “You can at least take comfort in knowing that there is a man out there, whose job it is to swim around in that crap and make sure nothing too big is making its way through the pipes.”

 

Sheela chuckled a bit rolled onto her back. “That's sick, but probably true.”

 

Ranma picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. “You wouldn't believe what they have in some magazines.” Ranma started channel surfing, but stopped when he heard Sheela start crying. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the matter?”

 

Sheela had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. “Sorry… It just hit me all at once.”

 

“The sewer?”

 

Sheela kneed him in the side and said, “No you moron. I thought you were gonna die. I thought they were going to shoot you dead…”

 

Ranma wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. “Hey… I'm fine. You're fine too. We're both gonna be ok. I'm sorry I scared you, but I had to get you guys out of there.”

 

She covered her eyes and squeezed out a few more tears. “I know… But sometimes you do these things with out thinking. I'd hate it if you died to get me out of trouble. I'd never fucking forgive you.”

 

Ranma pulled her close and soothed her. “Hey… Don't think like that. Every things gonna be fine. I'm not going anywhere you got that? Cheer up ok?”

 

She held onto Ranma's arm and let her tears hit the pillow. “I can't…”

 

“Sure you can.” Ranma picked up the remote and cruised back a few channels to one that caught his eye earlier. “Hey, look at that. It's porn!”

 

“Porn…?” Sheela moved her head up and took a look at the screen.

 

Ranma handed her his Fanta drink and turned up the volume. “You love Fanta, and look at that! It's your favorite porno. Debbie Does Everyone: Boinkfest on 18 Wheels. You love that one.”

 

“I do love that one…”

 

“See every things gonna be ok. It's already looking up.”

 

“Yeah… Yeah! It is.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and snuggled up with him as they laughed at the double penetration scene with the fake titties bouncing.

 

“Go Debbie!”

 

 

Hikori was tired and starting to get annoyed with Ryouga. “Man, will you sit down? Burning a patch in the floor with your constant pacing is neither helping, nor is it allowing me to get any shut-eye.”

 

Ryouga turned and snapped at him. “This fucking calm act of yours is starting to piss me off! They are in trouble and they aren't here!”

 

“Fuck this…” Hikori started rummaging around for the chloroform Jerry used, but it wasn't anywhere close. A new strategy came to mind. “Look Hibiki. We got the call that no bodies were found and a manhole was found open under the debris. I'm confident that they escaped through the sewers, found a place to lay low for tonight, and are more then likely celebrating their victory with hot sweaty sex… Unless of course, wondering through raw sewage shut down their sex drives for the next year or so, in which case they're asleep and safe. Shit like this happens all the time. They'll probably show up in a day or two, ok?”

 

Ryouga shook his head and walked out of the cargo bay. Ryouga heard Hikori's voice yell out from within, and it was actually useful advice. “Look for a place with a pool! And don't get lost!” Jerry leaned back in her chair to look out the office window to see Ryouga leaving and decided to give someone a quick call to make him work off his debt.

 

 

It took till the end of a long day for Ranma and Sheela to meet up with Hikori again, but in that time Hikori kept himself busy. He'd dropped off the money Boris needed to keep his life, and got to keep a large cut of it for himself. He worked with Zero to dot some `i's and cross some `t's with matters of keeping them out of jail. It's amazing what a few dirty cops will overlook with such a simple motivation like money. The sun was setting on the docks leaving a red horizon over the water and two ill light figures walking towards a darkened cargo bay with back packs strapped to their shoulders. Hikori stood at the doorway and waited for the two to come close. “So did you have fun kids?” Ranma gave Hikori the finger and Sheela just out right ignored him. “A rough day I take it.” The two sat down and Hikori joined them. “Well, as mad as you guys are, I'd like to update you.”

 

“Not now.”

 

“Long day.”

 

“Shuddup. Now here's a detailed pick-sheet of what I've done. As you can see the areas written in red are-.”

 

Both Ranma and Sheela double teamed Hikori. “SHUT UP!”

 

“…” Hikori dug up an angry expression on his face and reached into his pocket for his smokes. “We got to keep 68K of the money we stole.”

 

Ranma fell out of his seat and Sheela had Hikori by the collar. “Holy crap! Where is it!?”

 

“Oh, no you two have had a long day. I can see that. I won't bother you now.”

 

Ranma got off the ground and was back at the table in Hikori's face. “No, you'll tell us now. Where's the money.”

 

“Ahh, yes. If you'd refer to the pick-sheet please.”

 

The two sighed and picked up their sheets of paper. Ranma rubbed his head as he looked at all the illegible graphs and charts scattered all across the pages. “You have too much time on your hands…”

 

 

About twenty minutes later Ranma's brain hurt. “I don't get the purple print… It says something about the Jerry-factor dividend. What's that?”

 

“Well, you used people to help you with this job and I'm telling you now that it wasn't out of the kindness of their hearts. We have to pay these people, ya know?”

 

Sheela was getting pissed as she started seeing a rapid decline in their cuts. “What next!? Dental!?”

 

“Close, workers compensation. Dental is still being discussed. Ned tripped and fell on some pretty sharp metal pieces in a back alley. He needed a tetanus shot and a band-aid large enough to cover his hand.”

 

“Fuck Ned!”

 

“And now there's the cost of Jerry's explosives. That stuff put the largest dent in our budget.”

 

“We had a budget!? And I told Jerry I wasn't going to pay him back!”

 

“Hmm… He failed to bring this up in our meeting. I'll ask him about it in our next conference.”

 

“Conference!?”

 

“Now if you'll turn your attention to the back of the page…”

 

Ranma flipped the sheet around quickly and yelled. “Back!?” The back read `You have just been Hikori-ed'

 

Moments later Hikori was running out of the cargo bay being chased by Ranma with shotgun. Hikori giggled to himself as Ranma let a shot go off into the air and yelled at him. “Don't pull my chain like that ever again! That's a half hour of my life I'll never get back! How fucking much do we get to keep!?”

 

“Fifty-four and a half thousand.”

 

“I like it.”

 

“Hey.”

 

Ranma looked beside him to see Ryouga standing there. “Oh, hey. Where've you been?”

 

Ranma was answered with a solid punch to the gut and a disarming of his shotgun. “Looking for you.”

 

Ranma leaned over and held his stomach with a smile. “Ya know… You may not know this, but that hurts…”

 

“Oh, I know. Is Sheela here?”

 

“Yeah she's in-.”

 

(BIFF)

 

Ranma took another hit in the stomach and Ryouga walked away. “That one was for her, but I don't hit women.”

 

Ranma put his hands on his knees, tried to catch his breath and waved Ryouga by. “Yeah, glad to see ya too… Fucker…”

 

Hikori patted Ranma's back. “He was worried.”

 

“What a dick… ow!”

 

 

Hikori sent someone out for booze, and a lot of it. It was time for a party; a party with drugs, alcohol, and all those sexual stimulants needed after pulling a life threatening job, but a few people didn't make it. Ranma, Ryouga, and Sheela were in Jerry's office having a chat, and already making a new plan. It was mostly Ranma's plan though. “Look, Jerry. I've already managed to cause a hell of a stir here. I'm going to wait a few days for things to cool down a little and them I'm getting Akane. I know where she is, I have some guys that owe me big, and I've got the financing to pull it off. We need to get out of here before things get out of hand.”

 

Jerry lit a cigar, let the smoke cascade through the air and said, “Cool. What's the plan?”

 

“Nothing fancy. Sheela and I talked this through last night, and I've just filled Ryouga in. It'll be quick, a few of Jasper's guys are going to die and I'm leaving this city for good.”

 

Jerry passed him a wise look and asked. “Do you think it's really going to be that easy? Just find your girlfriend and go?”

 

Ranma jived in his seat a little and said. “I've got a plan or two happening here Jerry. I'm just going to go solo to that mansion, get her out, and take her to a safe place. Once she's there she's on her own.”

 

Ryouga turned his head and said, “What? You didn't tell me this. I thought you still wanted to be with her.”

 

Ranma shrugged his shoulders. “It's an old crush I've been holding onto for too long. I'm committed to other things now.”

 

“To what?” As Ryouga asked he started to notice how close Ranma and Sheela were sitting next to each other. Then he noticed that they were holding hands. The he noticed their shoulders touching. Then he noticed the cozy look they both had and then the bombshell hit him when he noticed something that wasn't on Sheela's finger the day before. It was slim, golden, and held up three little blue diamonds. It was a hell of an engagement ring, and it also explained the break-in at the local jewelers earlier that morning. “…What… the… hell…?”

 

Ranma kept hold of her hand and told Ryouga what he learned. “Yesterday I found something out Ryouga. I found out that Sheela was telling me something and I wasn't listening. I found out that she was telling me she loved me, while I kept telling her I loved someone else. I've been an asshole to her and I had no reason to. Last night I decided that I love her and that I'll put the past behind me to be with her. So I proposed to her, and I loved the answer.” Ranma stopped to think about it for a second and smiled. “I've been throwing this around in my head for four months now, not sure if she was the one I wanted, but after last night, when she stuck her neck out for me and cried afterwards… How could I not know?”

 

“Oh, that's just fucking sweet. You two have my blessings and all, but please get the fuck out of my office if you're gonna start making out. I don't need this romance bullshit.”

 

Ryouga interrupted Jerry and cut right in. “You're getting married!? Why so suddenly!?”

 

Ranma passed a look at Ryouga. “What's wrong? Why would you care who I decide to marry? At least I'm still helping out Akane.”

 

Ryouga tried to say something, but after a little while of not knowing what to say, he got up, kicked a chair over and walked out with a pissed look on his face. The door slammed behind him leaving the three in the office. Sheela watched him storm out through the office window and said, “Well, that was abrupt…”

 

Ranma looked at Sheela and then at Jerry with a smile. “So you know anything I want to know?”

 

Jerry shrugged. “Not yet. My guy is still working on it.”

 

“Fine, but now I'm curious. I'm kinda making a move in the dark if I don't know where I stand.”

 

“The guy is an artist with this crap. Never trust a pizza boy, ok?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Now before you run off on your little piss-wit blaze of glory, Mr. Saotome, are you sure this little snatch and grab of yours is gonna work? This is Jasper we're talking about. I've met the guy you know? He's very unpleasant and if you ask me, he's thinning a little at the top.”

 

“I'm confident of how it's going to turn out so just trust me on this ok? I've got it all planned out and just in case this shit doesn't work out, Sheela, you're leaving town before this happens.”

 

Sheela turned her head slowly and gave him an evil eye. “Pardon me?”

 

Ranma turned her to look at him and he laid it down. “Don't fight me on this one babe. You are not to fucking fight me on this. You're leaving town and I'll meet you later. No if's and's or but's. You being there could blow the whole thing, you got that?”

 

Sheela wasn't too happy with this, but she accepted in her own way. “Fucker…”

 

 

Three in the morning rolled around and Ranma was having a word with Hikori. “So you'll do this for me?”

 

“Hell, why not? It keeps me away from the danger.”

 

“Man, don't joke around. I don't want Sheela there. I know she'll follow me and she'll be in danger.”

 

Hikori nodded. “Ok, she'll be out of there. Don't worry about us, ok. You watch your own ass out there. I don't doubt you abilities to get in, but as soon as you have her, you'll be handicapped. Take a few guns and a fuck load of ammo with you.”

 

“You don't need to tell me that man… Thanks…”

 

Ranma started walking away but Hikori grabbed his arms. “Hey.”

 

“What?”

 

“Thanks for proposing to her. I don't think you know how happy you made her.”

 

“She makes me pretty happy too…”

 

“Come back alive, you hear me you dumb fucker? I'll find some way to make your afterlife hell, if you fuck this up.”

 

“I will, and don't fuck up your end either.”

 

“You don't have to tell me shit you dumb kid.”

 

“Good.”

 

 

Two days went by with various ways of laying down and relaxing. A couple of cops came through the area, but every one had the hiding routine down and the cops didn't see shit when they passed by. It was the night before Ranma was going for his break-in, but he was going to need supplies, so he was spending the night at Jerry's place. `Break in early in the morning, grab Akane, meet up in the next town and part ways. Nothing fancy.' Before he left Sheela gave him a peck on the cheek and told him that his present was in the garage. He kissed her back and told her he'd meet her in it when he's done.

 

Things were gonna go smoothly. All he had to do was grab Akane and run for it. An easy plan, with very little that could go wrong. Jerry was backing him up with weapons and other crap that could be helpful, but for some reason he had a bad feeling. `Nah, it couldn't be anything. Just the shakes before the big push. It'll all be over in a few hours. Just an every day job.'

 

Ranma pushed the pedal harder and the car started going faster. It took fifteen long minutes to get down to the docks, and when he got there something was wrong. Usually some voices came out through the sheet metal walls of a bunch of guys playing poker, but Ranma was just getting paranoid. `Nothing's going to go wrong, not a fucking thing.' And then he walked in and now he was staring to feel like he was kicked hard in the nuts. Every one was dead. It was a draw between two sides and every one was slaughtered.

 

Ranma looked in on the scene for a moment in disbelief, but it sunk in as truth quickly and immediately after the thought, he pulled out his gun and started walking in slowly to find that cold thunder cunt of a woman. After a while he saw a chick leaning against a wall covered in blood and holding an assault rifle. Ranma ran over to her and checked her out. She was sort of alive and seemed to be praying. “Jerry! What the fuck happened!?”

 

Jerry opened her eyes and started lifting the rifle up towards Ranma. “Where's that fucking cheese grater…?”

 

He pushed the gun out of his face and asked again. “What the fuck happened to you?”

 

“I guess you were born yesterday. These are called gunshot wounds. They hurt a lot.” Jerry coughed a few times and Ranma picked her up and started heading for the medical room Drew was dragged to before he was killed. He laid her down, took off her coat and put on a couple of laytex gloves. “Oh, you fucking pervert…”

 

“I'm patching you up, ya dumb bitch, not molesting you.”

 

“Thanks but no thanks Dr. Saotome. You'll kill me before anything.”

 

“Hey, I can deliver a fucking baby if the situation occurs. I took courses.”

 

“I'm not pregnant and I can wait. Go to my desk. I left some papers on top of it.”

 

Ranma started applying bandages and ignored her. “Shut up, I'm not here to look at your stamp collection.”

 

Ranma wasn't expecting a knee to the side of the head as well as a shit load of fight left in the bullet torn body of Jerry. “Go grab the fucking papers. You're buddy Ryouga stabbed you in the fucking back.”

 

“Ryouga…” Ranma let himself out quickly and came back almost as fast with a stack of papers and a folder.

 

Jerry had managed to prop her back against the wall behind the bed and was now lighting a cigar. “You're not saving your girl today. After that bandana wearing fruit stormed out of here he went straight the Timmy. I wasn't told until about an hour ago, but after my guy came back, Jasper's boys came in here and fucked everything up. You're buddies are in deep shit Ranma. Have they already left?”

 

“No…”

 

Jerry got to her feet held onto Ranma. “Then get me into a car and get your ass back to them. Hide and I'll give you a call.”

 

Ranma got her into the driver's seat of one of her cars and she started it up. “I'll get myself to the hospital, don't worry about me. Jerico got out of here in time as well, so expect a visit from him. Now get the fuck out of my face.”

 

Ranma nodded and told Jerry to take care. He got back into the shit heap he drove to the docks in and started bolting back to the dojo through the dark streets. We wasn't being inconspicuous anymore, he was going in for another rescue and he was going to kill any one that may have hurt Sheela by now. `Maybe they haven't made their move yet… No… They knew I was going to Jerry…' Ranma skimmed a few lines of a paper he had taken out of the folder. `Why did he sell me out?' Ranma thought about it for a few more seconds and then he had it. `Ukyo… Where the fuck were you all this time? Do they have you too? Is Ryouga turning on me for you?'

 

He came blasting down the alley and hopped out of the car before it was done moving. It knocked over a couple of trashcans and Ranma burst through the front gate to see shit cleared out in a hurry. “Hey! Sheela! Where the fuck are ya!?”

 

He ran into the burnt out house and saw his first omen. Zero's computer equipment was shot to shit and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. `No blood…' And then he heard it. A gunshot and a woman screaming. He ran out of the house to the front yard to see Hikori on the ground laying in a pool of blood. Next he saw a man holding Sheela and Ryouga standing beside him with a look like a dog has when it's done something bad. The man with Sheela left with her and Ryouga stood with his shaking gun in hand pointing at Ranma. A solid minute passed and Ranma took a step forward.

 

“S-Stop!”

 

“Get the fuck out of my way Ryouga! Get the fuck out of my way!”

 

Ryouga's hand started shaking violently as he held it out at Ranma. “Stop!”

 

Ranma took another step. “You're gonna shoot me!? You sonovbitch! You fucking killed Hikori!”

 

“I-it wasn't me! Stop! Fucking stop!”

 

“Why!? Need a still target!? If you're gonna shoot me then fucking shoot me!” Ranma started yelling at Ryouga with spit flying out of his mouth.

 

Ryouga let a shot go off straight up into the air and held the gun steady ahead of him. “You don't know anything! You don't fucking know what they did to her! They put Ukyo in a fucking coma!”

 

“So you'll fuck me over, leave Akane to die and god knows what to Sheela!? WHAT THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

 

Ryouga's hand started shaking again and he cocked the gun. “All I have to do is kill you and every one will be ok…” Ryouga started crying and soon his hard breathing took over the motion of his hand cannon. “Every thing'll be ok…”

 

“You piece of shit motherfucker! You think you can kill me!? You don't have the fucking balls!”

 

“Shut up!” Ryouga was getting ready for it when out of nowhere three quick shots were heard behind him and he turned to see what was coming. It was Sheela rushing through the gate with a gun in hand heading straight for Ryouga. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted his piece and let a round go off. All the sound in the world stopped for a moment except for the sound of a bullet flying, shortly followed with the sound of Sheela hitting the ground with a hole in her head.

 

It took Ryouga a moment to figure out what he's done and it lead him to screaming. A second scream came from behind him and it was Ranma charging at him with full force. Ryouga's heart jumped in fear and he let out another short blood chilling scream and pointed his piece at Ranma. Ryouga pulled the trigger till nothing more would come out of the end of his gun and pulled the trigger thirteen more times before he could figure out he was out of ammo.

 

Ranma was face down in the mud with holes coming out of his back and motionless as the rain came in and started washing the scene away. Ryouga's hand shook again and this time it forced him to drop it and all he could do then was run out the gate, past the man Sheela left dead, and back to a place he was promised salvation. The sound of police sirens filled Ranma's dying ear as well as the ring of a small bell before he gave in and decided to die with Sheela. No last words, no teary good-byes and no fucking `I love you's'. Just a couple of kids that died in love. It was at this moment that Ranma envied death. No matter how often it occurs, and no matter how many people around you it strikes, it always and will forever be able to sneak up on you with out you ever knowing and strike you in the heart before you even know what the fuck to do. Sneaky fucking death. You sneaky fucking bastard. Ranma let his eyes close and released blood from his mouth. He wasn't going to need it anymore anyways.

 

 

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(Puff Daddy - Victory: It took me three full rewrites to get this chapter the way I wanted it. Sorry it took so long and chances are you don't like how this chapter ended. Get used to it, its not always going to be a victory. Some times there'll be defeat and some times it's a horrible fucking defeat.)