Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Woke Up This Morning ( Chapter 13 )

Woke Up This Morning

 

 

 

Everything was dark, but occasionally he'd see light, but it would go away before he knew what the fuck was going. Every time he saw the light, his body hurt all over and a strange thumping sound was heard. The sound was muffled and muddy, but it hurt his head. After the light went away every thing was dark again and the moments later the light would come back and bring back all that pain, but sometimes the thumping would be there and some times it wouldn't. His eyes hurt so he closed them till the pain went away and waited till the light came back. He wasn't thinking about Sheela, and he wasn't thinking about how Ryouga shot him. He was thinking only about how much that fucking light pissed him off.

 

It happened six more times before he was finally able to reach out and grab it. When he grabbed it the pain was horrendous and he had to let out a small shout, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He had a grip on it and he could feel it in his hand trying to get away, but he was going to kill it. He reached with his other arm for his gun, but it wasn't at his side. He started searching for it, and that in itself caused him pain, but he was going to shoot the fuck out of that god damn light one way or another. The thing in his hand whacked his hand away and that was it. He leaned up to kill it first hand, but when he did, the world around him came into clear focus and all he saw was a girl with purple hair staring at him with fright in her eyes and that's when the pain came at him with a vengeance and made him black out again.

 

The light came back again later and that's when he realized something. He wasn't dead and that light along with the pain proved it. `Awe fuck…' That weird thumping was heard again and something like the sound of gas leaking into something else entered his ears. The light became clearer and it eventually turned into a picture. He tilted his head to the side to see the armrest of a black leather couch just to his left and on the ceiling was a fan turning slowly. It wasn't a hospital that was for sure, but half the equipment was there. He had tubes going into him and things monitoring his beats. It was nothing more then a dusty old room with enough shit moved to the side to make way for the shit needed to keep him alive. His neck was stiff when he started turning it but he got his head pointing at the doorway. It was closed and no was in there with him. He tried getting up but two things were stopping him. The horrid pain and the things around his hands and feet. `Tied down…' And then a new thought entered his head. `Sheela…' Then his eyes went wide and he shouted out loud. “SHEELA!”

 

He started shaking himself and pulled at the straps to get loose. “SHEELA!” As he struggled the door opened and it was Shampoo running in to see what was happening. He had one hand free and was pulling shit out of himself that he shouldn't have been pulling. A monitor started beeping and soon a man followed behind Shampoo and he came in to hold Ranma down. He was familiar and to top it off he jammed a needle right into Ranma's shoulder and started pumping a sleepy fluid in. “G…GET OFF! SHEELA! WHERE'S SHEELA!?” Moments later he started calming down and his arms started to slow down as well as his legs. He started to cry as he fought the drug and grabbed onto the man that stuck him with it. “W…where's… Sheela…? Where…?” His voice just barely broke his breath and his question when unanswered as he once again slipped back into darkness. `Fuckers… tell me… tell me…' And then it all came back to that fucking light.

 

 

He eventually woke up again, but this time he was somewhere else again. A new place, sort of the same with all the equipment there with him and another black leather couch. Maybe the same one, but the room was different. He didn't bother freaking out this time, he knew what would happen with the bits and pieces he remembered from the last time he woke up. Then he noticed a shadow over himself, and he looked up to see a chicks stomached over his head. She was wearing a blue shirt and he eventually said, “Hey.”

 

Shampoo shot back and stepped away from Ranma and looked at his eyes. She came close again and called a name. “Dr. Tofu! He's awake!”

 

“He tried to reach out and touch her but his hands were tied again. “Shampoo… What happened to her…? What happened to Sheela…?”

 

Shampoo held his hand and held his head close to her. “She died Ranma… I'm sorry…”

 

Ranma let out a breath and let the tears hit him hard. “Oh fuck…” His nose started to run and his chest started bumping up and down. “Oh god…” It didn't take much of the truth he knew to make him lean over the side of the couch and throw up. His face went bright red and he started screaming his cries. “Sheela!”

 

Shampoo wiped his mouth and held him again. “I'm sorry Ranma… I couldn't help her… I'm sorry…”

 

Ranma couldn't say anything anymore. He just buried his head in Shampoo's shoulder and let it all out. She untied one of his hands and it immediately went around her neck and held her tight as he cried and thought of suicide. It was all his fault again, and this time he couldn't save any one. There was no one to save anymore. He was alone and crying on some chick he'd always gave the cold shoulder too.

 

Tofu came in and saw the scene and decided to stay back until Ranma was done. He cried for almost fifteen minutes before he finally fell asleep again. After that, every time he woke up he just looked around to see if there was anything sharp to cut himself with. If there was some one in the room with him then he wouldn't talk and just stare at the ceiling until he went back to sleep. He'd been out for almost a month before the first time he woke up, and now it was coming close to the end of the second month. His wounds were deep and every time his bandages were changed he started to think of only two things. How he was going to die, and how he was going to kill Ryouga.

 

Each day that passed by may have been two or three for all he cared, but every time he woke up again he started to see exactly what he had to do. Get off this fucking couch, get out that door, and start killing people that needed to be killed. Ever night he grinded his teeth waiting for his holes to close up. Every night he waited alone in the dark for someone to come along and knife him in his sleep. Every night he waited patently for his turn at the death-dealing table.

 

 

Two months finally came and Ranma was up and walking around now. His body was weak but that didn't matter. All he needed was the strength to hold up a gun. He finally figured out what that goddamn thumping sound was. He was in a secluded part of the Kitten Club that Shampoo's grandmother owned. The music was shitty and it didn't help his mood any, however it explained the visits he was getting from the Amazons. He'd only seen Mousse a couple times, but he never stopped by to check up on Ranma, more to bitch about why Ranma was there then anything else. It took a few days but Ranma started talking to people again. He finally thanked Shampoo for giving him a shoulder to cry on and started asking about people. Every one minus a few people thought he was dead. The body of a man shot three times was mistakenly identified as the Kyoto Hurricane and since nothing was going on in the criminal world at the moment every one accepted it. Boy, were they in for a fucking surprise.

 

Shampoo was there every morning he woke up to help him off the couch. He took the help when he needed it and tried his best not to give her the cold shoulder. He had a cane to help him move around and with each passing day he needed less and less bandaging. His awareness was starting to come back to him and he started noticing things he should have been before. Shampoo had a habit of wearing those sexy belly shirts, but it wasn't the sexy part Ranma was concerned with. One morning he saw her sitting beside him and he lifted her shirt a little to see a large but feint scar. He asked about it but it took her three days to come to him at eleven at night and tell him.

 

After he heard the story, things started making sense. Jasper had every one in his hand in some way. For Ryouga, he had Ukyo and for Shampoo he had her address, something to knock her out, and a doctor that new how to abort a baby at six months. Her and Mousse were gonna have a kid together, but to make sure they sold Ranma out if they ever needed to, he took their baby right out of her and killed it before she knew what that stinging feeling on her abdomen was. No wonder she seemed so weak back then… No wonder Mousse wanted him out of there… What else had Jasper done to the people he knew? What the hell was next?

 

Ranma returned the favor and gave Shampoo a shoulder to cry on. It was the least he could do; by all rights it was his fault her baby was taken away. She could have turned him over to Jasper and gone on living with out fear. What was it that made her stop and show kindness to some one that didn't deserve it? Who knows? It was some seriously fucked up logic, but he was alive now because of her and he was sure as hell going to make it up to both her and Mousse.

 

 

The sponge baths were getting embarrassing so, Ranma attempting a shower by himself with the doctor just outside the door in case he heard a body drop. It was oddly harder then it should have been, but as he got the grease out of his hair he started feeling a little better. Amazing what being clean can do for ya. Can't bring back the dead though and it sure can't wash away your sins no matter how hard you scrub. At least he was feeling a little refreshed. He got out and wrapped a towel around himself and walked over to the mirror. He wiped away the steam and stared at his face for a few seconds. After a while he said, “Why not?” turned on the tap and splashed himself with some cold water.

 

Ranma's female form showed all the truths. Her arms were thin, and veiny showing how close the meat was to the bone. She tightened her fist a couple of times and eventually pulled back and hit the mirror with all her force. A spider web crack formed in the center and there was a knock on the door. “I'm fine. Don't worry.” She stared at her face in the mirror and spoke to herself quietly. “Haven't seen you for a while…” She pulled her fist away let the blood cover her hand. “Glad to see you still got some of it left…” She turned on the hot water and went back to his male form. He kept looking at the blood on his hand and smiled. “Yeah… I've still got something left…”

 

Ranma walked out with a pair of jeans on and showed the doctor his hand. “Cut myself shaving. Got a Band-Aid?”

 

Tofu leaned over to see the broken mirror and then back at Ranma. “I hear that's bad luck.”

 

“Seriously doc. Can my luck get any worse?” Tofu stayed quiet and waved Ranma to follow him. “I was told you were a bum on the street. What gives?”

 

“Would you rather see me on the street?”

 

“No, I'm just wondering.”

 

Tofu shrugged his shoulders. “I was for a little while, but Cologne took me on as a money-under-the-table family doctor. I'd ask what you've been up to, but I watch the news.”

 

“You don't sound too pleased.”

 

“I don't think any one is. No one expected this from you Ranma. Some people were glad to know you were buried.”

 

“Were you?”

 

“Never. I'm disappointed with you, but I'd be sorry to see you go. That's why I did every thing I could to keep you alive. I had to call an old friend of mine to perform surgery on you in secret. It was quite a fee he charged, but he was risking a lot to help me.”

 

“Tell him I said thanks.”

 

 

Maybe it was grace; maybe it was the devil leering its evil eye, but either way it happened one night. Ranma had developed a habit walking right out of the back and going behind the bar for something to drink. It pissed off Cologne and maybe he should have been a little more conscious of what he was doing, but depression made him not really care what anyone thought. It was usually a thick, dark, tall bottle of something hard and he would usually take it down in one go, but tonight it was going to be used for something else.

 

“Hey, Vimmy… Who the fucks that?”

 

Vimmy turned his head and asked. “Where?”

 

“Behind the fucking bar. I thought that guy was dead.”

 

“Who's that?”

 

The other man leaned over to get a better look. “That's Ranma Saotome. The Kyoto Fucking Hurricane.”

 

Vimmy gave him a dumb look and asked. “Why would he be here if he's dead? Are you sure it's him?”

 

“I'm fucking sure its him! Watch this. RANMA!” The guy held a menu to this face and peeked out the side. He kicked Vimmy and said. “See! He's looking around now!”

 

“Maybe he's just wondering what all the racket is. Maybe he works here.”

 

The guy looked at Vimmy and said. “He's wearing a pair of torn jeans and a house coat. I don't think he works here and I'm pretty sure he don't live here either.”

 

“W-well what are we gonna do?”

 

“I'll tell ya what we're gonna do.” The guy pulled out a phone and started hitting numbers. “Eh! Kyle. Guess who I just found… No, the fucking hurricane himself… Yes he's fucking alive… Fuck that, just get some of the boys over here at the Kitten Club and we'll bag this asshole. Man Timmy's gonna make us fucking rich for this shit!”

 

 

Ranma took a drink from the bottle and heard his name called. Judging from the direction it came from the table with two guys. One sort of looking at him dumbly and another hiding behind an upside-down menu. `Some one knows me…' He started looking around while keeping one eye on them. It didn't take long for the guy in menu-camo to open up his cell phone and start talking with a nervous glace in his direction every so often. He stared at the guy's mouth and tried his best to listen in from afar. Nothing he could make out, but after the quick conversation ended Ranma got this bad feeling in his gut and this time he was going to listen to it.

 

Mousse came over to give Ranma shit as always, but Ranma pegged him with a question before he could say anything. “What do you have for home defense around here?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You got any guns around here?”

 

“No. Why do you want guns Saotome?”

 

“To shoot them at people who'll be coming by soon.”

 

“What?”

 

Ranma smiled and smacked Mousse's shoulder. “Call me crazy, but I got a feeling some people are coming over here to stir up some shit.”

 

“You are crazy. Now get in the back before I kick you out of here myself.”

 

“Suit yourself.”

 

Ranma walked back to Cologne's office and walked in without knocking. “What is it Ranma?”

 

“Can I borrow that shot gun you got under your desk?”

 

Cologne's eyes went wide and she asked quickly. “Trouble!?”

 

“In a little bit.” Through all the commotion happening out in the club gunfire was heard and Cologne rubbed her head in annoyance.

 

“What did you do…?”

 

“Stayed alive. Hand it over, I'll take care of em'.”

 

 

Ranma walked back out into the club and people were being let out one at a time as the guys with guns checked all their faces. He grabbed the bottle he left on the counter and opened it. After taking a sip he kneeled down behind the counter beside Mousse. “So are ya sure we don't have anything else?” He held the shotgun in front of Mousse and Mousse shook his head.

 

“Nothing. All we got is a baseball bat back here.”

 

“Fine.” Ranma took the bat and handed Mousse the gun. He took off his housecoat and wrapped it around the end of the bat. “You take this, I'll go grab my own.”

 

“Huh!?”

 

Ranma stood up with his bottle in one hand and bat in the other. “Hey fuckers!” A bunch turned around to see Ranma tossing a bottle into the air and swinging at it hard. A `tink' sound was heard and an unbroken bottle was flying towards the face of one of the guys. It smashed against his face and cut him to shit. That's when he picked up another bottle from under the counter and took another shot as they tried at him as well.

 

After three bottles of Vodka most of the counter was shot to hell and back and Ranma left Mousse on his own as he ran towards the closest guy. A shot came at him as he ran, but he didn't flinch. He grabbed the gun in his hand and pushed it down against the guy's leg and took them out. He held his meat shield close and started emptying rounds into non-vital parts of their bodies. Some took a few more shots then others, but by the time he got to his fifth Beretta they were all down moaning. Twelve guys overall, each one of them dipshits. Ranma told Mousse to call the police and he sat all the men in a circle with their backs to each other. Mousse was off the phone and holding his shotgun at them warning none of them to move.

 

Ranma finished disarming them and went over to one of them. “So, uh whatcha guys doing here?”

 

“Fuck you man!”

 

Ranma pressed the gun against the asshole's head and asked something else. “Do you want to die? Just tell me why you're here.”

 

“Fuck you! You ain't shootin' any of us!”

 

“Are ya sure?” To Mousse's horror Ranma stood up and pumped a bullet between the guys eyes and moved over to the next one. “How about you? You got anything for me?”

 

The next guy screamed and Ranma planted a bullet in him brain as well. “That's not an answer.” He moved over again and asked. “Want to tell me anything?”

 

The guy shook and tried to get up and run, but Ranma took care of that. “If any of ya run, I'll fucking shoot ya. Now.” Ranma moved over to the next guy and pressed the hot gun against his forehead. “Who ya working for?”

 

The man shivered and pleaded. “P-please man… Don't shoot me… Please god do-.”

 

A round went through his head and Ranma made a statement. “Never heard of him. By the way, I'm the one asking questions and you're the ones answering them. Please try and keep up here.” He moved over again and continued the routine. “Why are you here?”

 

“I-I don't know! Kyle just said-.”

 

The flash and the bang went off again and Ranma took another step over. “If you don't know why you're fucking well here, then you don't really need to live, now do ya?” Once again he pressed the gun against some guy's head and asked. “So who's Kyle?”

 

The man had blood of his buddies all over him and he pointed a shaky finger at the man rattling his teeth. “Th-That's Kyle over there!”

 

“Oh, really? I guess I can work down the line faster then.” Ranma went around the circle and capped the four men before Kyle. “Hi, Kyle. My name's Ranma.” Two guys got up and tried to make a break for it, but Ranma plugged them both in the back. He slid the piece across Kyle's face and spoke with a tone that could only be explained as low and sadistic. “It looks like you're the only one left my man.” Kyle couldn't find the state of mind to control his breathing and Ranma fed off of that. “I guess you're like every other guy out there. You have a couple answers for things that people wouldn't mind hearing, and with that you also don't want to die. I can tell you know? All your dipshit buddies are dead and now you're shaking.” Ranma pulled a bit of meat out of Kyle's hair and threw it on the ground with a slap. “So tell me something. Why ya looking for me?”

 

Kyle swallowed a lump in his throat and his voice came out low and scared. “I was… I was told y-you were here… T-Timmy kn-knew you weren't dead… H-he has a bounty on your head…”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Th-that's all I know. I'm beggin' you man… Don't kill me… I got a wife and kid…”

 

“I was planning that myself you know?” Ranma pushed the gun up Kyle's nose and pulled the trigger to hear the sound of gun clipping back and missing the fire. Ranma looked at his gun and the bullet had gotten lodged in the slide back. After a few seconds he started smiling and then he broke out into snickering. He leaned his head against Kyle and smacked his arm as he started breaking out into full-blown laughing. “Awe man. You're one lucky son of bitch.” Ranma busted out a few more laughs and started getting teary eyed. He kept his smile and wiped the tear from his eye. “You know what man, I'll kill ya some other time. How's that?”

 

Kyle nodded frantically and didn't seem to find the joke all that funny. Ranma got Kyle to his feet and showed him the door. “Go tell who ever you have to that I'm back in the game. Oh, and if you see Timmy, tell him I'm coming over to his place in like an hour, can ya do that for me?” Kyle nodded and walked away with his front facing Ranma till he was able to turn around a corner and start running for dear life. In truth Ranma knew exactly who was behind his bounty and those guys. Jasper was in the middle of it all and now every last glory seeking punk was going to get on his case. The only reason he asked questions was because he just wanted to shoot someone. Pretty simple.

 

 

Ranma went behind the bar again and pulled himself out another bottle as Mousse stared at the eleven men that were now executed and organized into a neat circle and couldn't help but smile a little. He knew were these men came from, and for once he was happy with what Ranma had done. It was out of the blue and horrifying at first, but once it sunk in who they were, he just sort of smiled a little. Then it hit him that Ranma was about to split any second now and he was probably going to have to explain things to the police.

 

Ranma started walking out with his bottle of whisky and a sports jacket someone left behind when they ran out. He turned back for a second and walked back to Mousse and shook his hand. “Thanks for the hospitality. Couldn't have made it without you guys. It really means a lot.”

 

Mousse held Ranma's hand tight and asked. “Where're you going Saotome?”

 

“Just gonna go collect a few things and say `hi' to Timmy Garino. I wanna ask him about that gold tooth of his.”

 

Mousse held the shotgun in front of him and said. “I'm going with you then.”

 

Ranma shook his head and gave him his final answer. “No. You wanna shoot some of these guys, that's great, but right now I'm going to need you to clean up my mess and tell the police what happened. Just say I walked in and started fucking around, a fight broke out and the Kyoto Hurricane ruined every one's shit. After this mess is cleared up, feel free to come along anytime and kill these fucks. Besides, I don't want Shampoo seeing this.”

 

Mousse hated the low blow with Shampoo, but he was right. “Sure you can make it on your own? You've been out for two months.”

 

“Two months ain't enough to keep me out. I've still got something left and I'm gonna go prove it to a very important man. That and I've got a personal question for Timmy.” Mousse held out the shotgun for Ranma but he waved it off. “Don't worry, I've got my own. See ya around. Not sure if I'll be back.”

 

 

Ranma walked home to the old Tendo dojo, his legs weren't used to it yet, but with a few brakes he made it. `Do not cross' tape was up everywhere. Must have been an ongoing investigation, but it was lucky that the building hadn't been torn down yet. He felt a sick feeling in his stomach was he looked in remembering what happened, but he had bigger fish to fry then think about things he couldn't change, just pay back. Ranma was about to find out if Hikori's theory was right. He made his way inside and went straight into the kitchen and opened up the oven. “Son of bitch was right.” They never look in the oven for shit. Ranma pulled out a couple of black bags filled with ammo and things to shoot out that ammo.

 

9mm's were always good; they shot out little chunks of metal that made people fall down. A Desert Eagle didn't actually look like an eagle at all, but it could take off a man's head from fifty feet away and cause a big splatter. Perfect for what Ranma wanted to do. Then there was the trusty six-shooter magnum. Gun slinging, cowboy style fighting and an exciting reload time. In the other bag there was a sawed off shotgun, the kind that hold two rounds and make things die at close range. Could be useful. Beneath it was an SMG with a pen laser duck taped to it. It was Christmas all over again and today's color was red.

 

It was time to see if they left that present Sheela left him in the garage. It was a no-go and he needed wheels, but then he thought of something. It was a little bet he made and he was going to collect before he paid Timmy a visit.

 

 

Ranma found a phone both and decided to find an address. Detective Willis. Only two in the phone book, and one of them was in the slums of town, so Ranma guessed and started walking towards the better one. He got tired and ended up jacking some one's car while the guy was still driving it. When he got behind the steering wheel all he wanted to do was sleep. Already his body was stressing itself. Already he was tired from the little scrap and the big walk. He wasn't used to being this weak, and almost blacked out a couple of times. He had to shake his head and hit it on the steering wheel a couple times to keep himself awake. It didn't work too well and he rolled the window down for the airflow. The wind got in his eyes and made him want to close them. Nothing was going to fucking well work, and then the bonus prize.

 

Right in the passenger seat of the car was a small bottle with a funny little label that said, `UPPERS'. This translates into amphetamines, which translate into speed. “Why the fuck not?” He opened the bottle and took half a pill. It didn't take too long after that.

 

 

Ranma pulled a 180 turn in the middle of the street and parallel parked between a fire hydrant and a telephone poll. The door swung open and he took a shot of his whisky with a grin on his face. “I'm fucking amazing!” He pulled the page from the phone book out of his pocket and counted the addresses with an anxious finger. “20-67. 20-67. I'm gonna fiiiiinnnd yoooou. A-ha!” He pulled out his desert eagle and jogged to the front door where he rang the doorbell and started to pretend that he was Rocky with the warm-up punches.

 

A woman answered the door with a nightgown on and Ranma had the gun away in an instant. “Hey, hey, hey! Is detective Walter Willis here pretty lady? I got a lead in a crime in a murder that some one that wasn't me committed and I'm gonna give em' a lead and information and all sorts of things to help save the day, can I come in?”

 

Before the lady could answer Ranma stepped in and Ranma had his gun out again. She screamed and the Detective was off the couch ready to battle the invader. Ranma came around the corner wide-eyed, saw the detective and hit him with the butt of the gun with lightning speed and had him back on the couch with the piece to his head. “Hey! Guess what!? You owe me $20! You remember that bet we made where I said that if you-.”

 

“What the hell!? What do you want!?”

 

Ranma looked around with his eyes in wonder and looked back at the detective. “$20?” Ranma started pacing and waving the gun around trying to remember why he came. “Oh yeah! I need your help with something. C'mon! Let's go!” He grabbed the detective's arm and started dragging him to the front door. The wife tried pulling husband back and Ranma pointed the eagle at her. “Hey! I'll shoot your face off pretty lady! Gimme gimme!”

 

Willis got up with his hands up and pushed his wife back. “I'll go with you! Just leave her alone!”

 

“Right, don't shoot the pretty lady, got it buddy boy.” Ranma leaned down and quickly tossed the detective a pair of high heels. “Get you're shoes on! We need to go go go right now. AHH! What's that buzzing sound!?” Ranma turned to point the gun at the entrance way closet and shot at it. “Ha! Take that bee! Got your shoes on yet? Dude! Shoes now!”

 

Ranma lead the way to the car and jogged in place as the detective tried to talk some sense into Ranma. “You're fucking high kid. Let me drive, for both our safety.”

 

“What!? I'm a great driver! I drove all the way here by myself. And and and you don't know where we're going!”

 

“Where are we going then?”

 

“We're gonna go find the car Sheela gave me and-.” Ranma stopped for a second and got a pissed look on his face. After a few moments he shot four times on random directions and looked around again. “I swear there's a fucking bee around here!”

 

“Stop shooting! You're gonna hit some one!”

 

“Naaaahhh… My aim's perfect, it's like one of those heat seeking missile things, you know they seek things and find them in one shot.” Willis tried to disarm Ranma but the attempt failed and Ranma had the gun to his head again. “What're you doing?”

 

“Are you on meth boy!? Put that thing away! I'll take you to the car! It's at the police impound. Just calm down.”

 

Ranma shook his head and started pacing again. “You're right! Need to be calm. Like a ninja! And we'll ninja our way into the impound and hang off ceilings and scale walls and use smoke bombs and nets and booby traps and and… It'll be fucking great! And when have the car I can like go drive to Timmy's place and shoot his head off and then I can kill Ryouga, because Timmy'll tell me where he is and then I can go kill Jasper because he's a big angry douche-bag with a receding hair line and has like I don't know what the fuck any more, but lets go! I saw an awesome jump down the street!” Ranma threw Willis the keys and asked. “Can we go off it!? It'll be fucking sweet!”

 

 

The detective was driving now and he was killing time with an annoying man beside him constantly talking. The crazy kid was on something that him crazier and he needed to let him burn off his energy before he killed someone. Ranma wanted to take risks and if he was the Kyoto Hurricane then the risks will be extreme. Ranma was already following the streetlight and not really paying attention to anything the detective was doing. The detective needed to do something fast but all he could do was drive if Ranma held all the guns. He needed a gun. He needed something to level the playing field and after a few moments of thought he came up with something, but it was going to be risky. “Hey… umm… Ya know, you're looking a little rough over there.”

 

Ranma kept his eyes on the lights and shook his head. “Not rough at all. I'm smooth.”

 

“Well, I'm feeling a little rough myself. I didn't take my medication today, and you know us old guys. We need a fucking pill for everything these days.”

 

“Forgot your meds? Will you like die or something? Are we gonna crash?”

 

“No, but it's bad to miss it. I just need to go to the Pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions.”

 

“Oh a Pharmacy? Yeah, yeah. We can go there.” Ranma opened up his coat and showed the detective all the bloody bandaged across his chest. “My doctor sewed up the holes, but they still leak n' hurt sometimes. Yeah! This'll work out perfect! You get your things and I'll get myself some pain killers, I kinda left mine at the club after I shot all those guys.”

 

Willis went kinda quiet and started to realize that he was in a bit more shit then he had predicted. He needed those downers and he needed to get them down this kid's throat. “You killed someone?”

 

“Oh, man you should have seen it! I got eleven of them! They were coming after me and I couldn't let them hurt anyone so I shot them all. They all like `Where's Ranma!?' and I was like, `Hey fuckers!' and I killed all those pricks! Teach them for killing Sheela. Oooo… They're all gonna fucking die for what they did to my fiancé. Hell they killed Hikori too, those fuckers! Oh! And Ryouga! Oh, man you're so fucking lucky you're not him or I'd fucking pull your spine out your ass hole right now. He's the one that shot her right in the head, and then he shot me five times! Should have shot me in the head though. Would have worked much better.”

 

“So her name was Sheela…”

 

“Yeah and he fucking killed her! FUCK!” Ranma started to beat the shit out of the glove box and let some bullets fly into the dashboard.

 

“Calm boy! Calm!”

 

Ranma started shaking and put his gun away. “I'm sorry man, I'm just mad. Probably making you a little scared or something right now. As soon as I have my painkillers I'll be fine. C'mon let hurry!”

 

 

The detective took his sweet time getting to the pharmacy. It had been about a solid hour of driving and Ranma was starting to come down from the drug. He was hyper but getting tired and hungry. The two walked into the store and Willis wrote an SOS to the clerk to call the police while Ranma read every last bit of the labels to find the words `pain relief.' Ranma was walking around for ten minutes before he heard police sirens and he was just feeling groggy now. The downers weren't going to be needed anymore so the detective started to keep Ranma occupied. “Find everything you needed?”

 

Ranma's head dipped forward and his forehead hit the shelf bring him back to reality. “I hear sirens… Why do I hear sirens…?”

 

“I don't hear sirens.”

 

Ranma was sleepy but he was smarter now. He pieced together his stupid logic and started heading out the door. Willis grabbed his arm and Ranma gave him a backhanded five across the eyes. Willis went down and Ranma got into the drivers seat of his car. `I left the fucking guns in here… What the hell was I thinking?' He rubbed his eyes and started driving off. He didn't need Sheela's car; he needed Timmy's head and a message. He pulled into an alley and figured out the closest route to the old Kuno estate.

 

 

His trigger finger was itchy, but his eyes were sleepy. He was burnt out and he forgot where he left the bottle of pills. He didn't need to be awake long anyways. He just needed to walk in and kill a guy. This wasn't a rescue, it was a murder and one long overdue.

 

Ranma forgot out Timmy's posse of pin-dicks but they were easy to get by. A bit of sneaking here, a little bit of throat slicing there and he was in through a window. He had the bag of guns slung on his side like a dispenser and he didn't feel like being quiet any more. He was in and Timmy was close. Hopefully.

 

Ranma had learned something after a while and its that you can walk into a room full of guys and none of them will turn to see who it is because no one would be stupid enough to fight them all. Ranma had the SMG in hand and as soon as he saw one target he saw many more and proceeded to shoot them all. The shots coming back at him made him find that energy he needed to stay awake and he jumped behind a couch and landed on his stomach with much pain. He almost screamed but he grit his teeth and shot the next guy aiming at him. He got up quickly and started to run through the room taking burst shots at anyone trying to get in his way.

 

He managed to grab one guy and pointed the SMG at the guy's nuts. “Where's Timmy!?”

 

“Up stairs at the end of the hallway! Fuck!”

 

“Thank you.” Ranma did him a courtesy and did not shoot him in the beans but left a straight line of five bullets going straight from his belly to his nose. A closed casket funeral if you will.

 

It had been less then a minute but Timmy must have heard the gunshots by now and was more then likely trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Ranma ran up the stairs and at the top were two men with guns trying to see if Ranma was on their team or not. Since Ranma was on his own team he didn't need this time to think, so he had his two 9mm's ready, opened his arms into a `V' shape and gave the two three rounds each. Only one shot missed and it was only because the guy was falling back.

 

Ranma got to the top just in time to see a man in a suit at the end of the hall slam the door. Ranma ran up to it and jumped with two feet forwards and guns at his sides facing into the room. He went right through the door and before he landed he had already shot three guys. Ranma got off his back with the hands gun pointed right at Timmy hiding behind his chair. You've made a big fucking mistake my friend!”

 

Ranma shot him in the arm and backed him against the wall. “Sorry, but I'm not your friend.” He shot his other arms and got to his feet. “And in all honesty I don't really like you.” Ranma got his leg this time and Timmy hit the floor on his side with agony written all over his face. “And I'm not happy with what I've seen around here. Hey are you listening to me?” Ranma took out his other leg and Timmy was on the floor unable to move and mumbling something. Ranma put a hand to his ear and kneeled down a bit “What's that boy? Timmy's stuck in the fucking well?”

 

“Jasper's gonna fucking kill you! HE'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

 

“Yes, yes, I'm sure he will, but before we get to that how about you answer a couple questions for me?”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

“Ryouga where is he?”

 

“That little cunt ran away like the bitch he is! He ain't gonna help ya anyways!”

 

“No, I'm planning on killing him. And you're brother Jasper?”

 

“You won't find him, he'll find you and when he does-.”

 

Ranma had the good old double barrel out and against Timmy's neck. “So tell me. How's life been, because it's about to end.” Ranma pulled Timmy's hair and pulled both triggers on the shotgun. Timmy's head detached from his body and the mouth hung open to show that shiny gold tooth. “I'm guessing not all that well.” Ranma looked back at where the door to the room was and saw a closet. “Hmmm…”

 

 

Five minutes passed and a few of Timmy's gang finally found enough balls to find out why it went so quiet. One man walked in and stepped slowly while looking around. Three others followed and they found a headless body laying on the floor occasionally twitching. The closet behind them opened up and there was Ranma in nice gray suit. It was Timmy's and fit pretty well, except the legs were a bit long. In one hand Ranma held the SMG and in the other the trusty double barrel. His smile was creepy and the head behind him scared them shitless. “Hello gentlemen. My name is Ranma Saotome otherwise known as The Kyoto Hurricane. If you wish to live then you'll work for me, if you don't wish to live, please try passing up my offer and walk away, you'll be sure to find yourself in a grave shortly. Now him and I” Ranma picked up the lifeless head by the hair and held it up for them to see. “are going to pay some people a visit. If you try running away before I come back, I'll find ya and fucking kill ya. If you try telling one of your faggotty little buddies across town that I've taken over this lovely mansion and try to ambush me when I come back, then I'll find ya and fucking kill ya. Now I'm going to need a driver. Now whom shall I employ to chauffeur me to a destination where Jasper may be?”

 

One of the men raised a shaky hand. “N-no one really knows where Jasper is. I-I can take you to a drug house he'll check though.”

 

Ranma's smile increased in size and he walked over to the guy. “That's all I need. Now you three are probably a little scared of me right now, and for good reason. I'm holding a human head in my hand right now, but just know that deep down I'm a nice guy and I'll pay fairly for your services and if my standards aren't up to par then I'll fucking kill ya. Are we clear as to my proposal?”

 

The three nodded quickly and Ranma went over to another one. “Good, that means none of ya are gonna die. Now go downstairs, and tell who ever is alive that I'm planning on being the boss around here and if they don't like it, tell em' to come up here and have a word with Timmy. Till then clear out the bodies, fill their mouths with cement and chuck em' in the river.” Ranma pointed at his driver and asked, “You, what's your name?”

 

“…Joey…”

 

“Let's go Joey.”

 

 

Joey stopped the car just outside of a two-story house and Ranma got out. “I'll be back in a second.” Ranma stood in the front yard and set up for the pitch. He threw the head full force through a window with a light on and after a couple of screams a man stuck his head out. Ranma waved at him and said. “Hiya. Tell Jasper, Ranma says hi.” He turned around and got back in the car and Joey hit the gas. “Well done Joey. Let me off on old main and I'll be back in the morning. And remember, I'll be armed to the tooth when I get back.”

 

“Yessir…”

 

The man in the window looked down at he head and soon five others surrounded him. They all knew who it was and the gold tooth didn't help hide the truth they didn't want to face. “Oh, no fucking way… Jasper's gonna be pissed…”

 

 

(Leonard Cohen - Woke Up This Morning)