Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Scream ( Chapter 23 )

Scream

(Billy Idol - Scream)

 

 

It was a good couple of days before Mousse woke up in the same room as Ranma, but the wake up wasn't exactly pleasant. He sort of heard echoed voices in darkness with someone sounding really excited and someone sounding really annoyed. Then a really loud song started playing. The electric guitar hit and Mousse's eyes opened quickly. He shot up from his bed with bloodshot eyes and an utterly annoyed expression. He looked to Ranma's bed and saw him playing the air guitar with both Hikori and Marci beside him. Hikori was on drums and Marci on base. The song was `Pour Some Sugar on Me' and the three were singing off tune and loudly. Mousse ended the fun when Ranma went solo and yelled, “I'm hot! Sticky sweeeeet! From my head, to my feet, YEAH!”

 

Mousse quite literally grabbed the boom box beside him and threw it across the room and upon hitting a wall it blew into a hundred pieces. “For god's sake you guys! What the hell!?” A half eaten apple was hurled from across the room and pegged Mousse in the face courtesy of Jerry. “Ow!”

 

“Don't swear in front of Marci!”

 

Hikori looked really hurt as he walked over to the debris and almost cried. “My boom box…” Hikori then picked something out of the wreckage that may have at one point looked like a tape. “My greatest hits tape… You jerk…”

 

Bugsy's head popped into the room from the door and asked, “Hey, who turned off the song?”

 

Marci looked up cutely and said, “I don't know what the hell happened.”

 

This time a sealed cup of pudding flew across the room and hit Mousse in the side of the head with a surprising amount of force and the shooter was once again Jerry. “Look what you did!”

 

“Ow! Stop hitting me with things!”

 

Then a half eaten baloney sandwich flew as gracefully as a half eaten boloney sandwich could. “Say please! We're supposed to be role models!”

 

Mousse put his arms up just in time to block the onslaught of the boloney sandwich. “PLEASE stop throwing things at me!”

 

Jerry put down her cup and said, “That's better.”

 

Bugsy smiled wide and said, “Thanks Jerry. Hey umm… Mister Mousse, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to your lovely lady would you?”

 

Mousse had a foot out of the bed and onto the floor in under a second. “What!? What happened to Shampoo!?”

 

Mousse didn't know it but Ranma gave Bugsy a look like, `oh, you dumb bastard', but Bugsy just kept talking. “Well when we finally found you, you were holding onto a gun with a name on it. We're guessing she saw it and is now looking for that person. What happened?”

 

Ranma was scratching his head thinking now, wondering why Bugsy was beating around the bush like this. He was there and saw most of it through a pair of binoculars. Mousse was standing when he shouldn't have been, but he held his own while he spoke. “Damnit! Well-”

 

A cup flew across the room and hit him in the back of the head and he turned slowly to see Jerry glaring at him. “You don't want the next thing I'm gonna throw…”

 

He turned back looking a little frightened and said, “Well there was this guy, Ned Vinsfield and he had information about who killed my son.”

 

Ranma was still a little confused and thought Mousse was getting his hopes up with the word `son', but he decided to play along with Bugsy and get the whole story. “Well, did he?”

 

Mousse nodded, “Yeah, but he was a freak. He made me fight him and I eventually got him with a lucky shot.”

 

Ranma smiled and thought to himself. `Or was it my mad skills? Man, I'm on fire even when I'm wounded. No one's as smooth as me… Well except for-'

 

“Hey! Aren't you paying attention!?”

 

Ranma snapped out of it and shook his head. “Sorry. What was that about who again?”

 

Mousse gritted his teeth a little and tried to calm down. “It was Ned's wife that did it, Carmen.”

 

Jerry appeared sitting beside Ranma on his bed giving him a scare when she spoke. “Did he say anything else?”

 

“HWA!”

 

Mousse shook his head again. “No, he died before he said anything else, but I don't think he would've anyways.”

 

“Get off of my bed!”

 

Jerry crossed her arms and thought. “Well I remember seeing that Shampoo girl looking at the gun with the name on it. Maybe she's looking for her now.”

 

Bugsy looked a little hurt. “I already said that though…”

 

Jerry pointed at Bugsy. “Right, let's get some dirt on this Carmen lady and-”

 

Bugsy held up some papers. “I already did that though…”

 

“Oh.” Jerry got up and swiped the papers out of Bugsy's hands and sat down close to Ranma again with her legs crossed. “What do you think sweetie?”

 

Ranma looked angry and said, “One: You nor I have had enough time to read the first word. Two: Go back to your own bed!”

 

Jerry started reading it out like it was the weekend comic page from the newspaper. “Whoa! A real psycho! Check this out.” Jerry pointed at something showed it to Ranma.

 

“Get that out of my- Whoa, talk about nuts. Hey look at this…”

 

Mousse looked at Bugsy and started heading towards the door with a determined look and a limp. “I have to go find Shampoo!”

 

Bugsy put out a single finger and poked Mousse in the ribs, thus making Mousse sheik and fall to the floor. “I don't think you can help…”

 

After Mousse gave out the scream, three people entered the room immediately. Akane, Doctor Tofu and Kasumi. Tofu was the one that wanted to know what the hell was going on. “Mousse! Why are you on the floor? You shouldn't be moving around just yet.”

 

Kasumi went down and got Mousse sitting up. “Are you ok?”

 

“No… I have to go find Shampoo!”

 

Both Tofu and Kasumi helped Mousse to his bed. “I know, people are looking for her right now.”

 

“But-”

 

Ranma kicked the side of Mousse's bed hard enough to get his attention. “Hey, she's a big girl, I'm pretty sure she can take care of herself.” Mousse never noticed it, amongst other things, but Ranma had a smile on his face that said, `I know something you don't' and it was mostly because he did.

 

 

The night before Shampoo came in to visit Mousse again and hold his hand or something else that seemed a little weak, but it was late and someone was still awake in the room. When she looked at Ranma's bed she saw the white in his eyes and he was holding something interesting. She walked over without a word and took the papers from his hand. “Mousse fought very hard for this…”

 

Shampoo could barely make out the picture she was looking at and all she could get out was, “Who is-”

 

“Revenge is just around the corner for you.” Ranma's voice was quiet and a little sinister. “I'll let you figure out who she is and what she did, it should be easy enough to figure out anyways. Do with this information what you will, but if you're not back by the end of tomorrow night I'm sending people out to find you, so you better work fast.” Shampoo's hands shook a little as she held the paper, but her eyes became angry and she turned for the door. Just before she walked out Ranma stopped her with his voice, “Hey…” He threw her the gun with the name on it and when she caught it he said, “Make it hurt like hell.” The only answer he got was the sound of her knuckles cracking as she walked out.

 

As she walked down the hall of the Casino basement Hikori joined her from one of the branching hallways and held a serious composure. “Ranma asked me to help you get set up with a few toys.”

 

“I don't need your help.”

 

Hikori shook his head. “You will if you want to get out of there without getting caught by the police.”

 

“This is my fight.”

 

“No shit? I didn't say I was going fight with you, I just said I was going to get you set up. There are a few details you don't know about yet.”

 

“Fine…”

 

Hikori smiled. “I knew you'd see it my way.” After giving her a quick look her thought, `She's cute when she's angry… That lucky bastard…'

 

 

Back to the present, Mousse ended up being sedated just to get him back into his bed and people were starting to weird Ranma out. Ranma remembered Akane and Jerry fighting not too long ago, sort of a territorial pissing thing over Ranma, but now he was just confused. Akane, Kasumi and Jerry were all lying on Jerry's bed, with tissue, sniffling, and watching a soap opera. Occasionally Jerry would say something like, “That bitch… She cheated on him with that guy from Memphis…”

 

Ranma vacated the room pronto with a little bit of sly cunning, but wandering the basement of a casino gets boring. Luckily Hikori was just around the corner as usual with that pleasant smile of his. “And what are you smiling about?”

 

Hikori held up a piece of paper with an address on it. “Bugsy gave me a little clean-up job to take care of. Wanna come along and keep a seat warm?”

 

Ranma looked a little down. “But I wanna kick ass and chew bubble gum.”

 

Hikori shook his head. “You can't kick anyone's ass right now. But a watch man would be very helpful, I can tell how bored you are here and this is all I can offer.”

 

“No diamond heists?”

 

“We're rich, it'd be pointless.”

 

“Fraud?”

 

“Again, we're rich.”

 

“Blackmail?”

 

“We're rich.”

 

“Grand theft auto?”

 

“We can just buy cars now because, here's the kicker, we're rich.”

 

Ranma went quiet for a moment and finally came up with, “Being rich blows…”

 

Hikori nodded sadly. “Yeah, but if you want we can hit up the Smiley Burger Hut and pretend we don't have a lot of money. How's that sound?”

 

“I say I'm hungry, let's roll G.” Upon making their way up to the ground floor, the first thing Ranma noticed was that Ukyo now had a name for her place, but Ranma was neither impressed, nor amused. “You named it didn't you…” Ranma asked Hikori as he looked down, closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

 

Hikori just kept smiling. “Indeed I did.”

 

Ranma looked up at the sign again and cringed. “I guess she's not up on her terminology, but then again that may be a blessing…”

 

Hikori started to snicker. “You have to admit, it's a catchy name.”

 

“Hot Carl's: Home of the Cleveland Steamer. Hikori, you're a sick bastard. I only pray she doesn't figure out what that means.”

 

“I wanted to call it The Yogurt Cannon, or The Spam Javelin, but she went with that name until you finally got around to naming it for her.”

 

“You are so super sizing my meal…”

 

 

While Ranma and Hikori were out clogging their arteries Shampoo was walking calmly towards a cozy little bar owned by Jasper and run by Carmen. The place was on a little squat of land in a run down section of town made mostly for people without a lot of money whom wish to pretend they did. A large guy in a two-piece suit stood outside the door with his arms crossed defending the front lines of his minimum wage job. He held a list like a professional, but it was more a rolled up paper with a few names to look out for written on it. It was clear that either Jasper wasn't putting any effort into this place, or he just wanted to keep Carmen in her place at the bottom of the food chain. The neon sign flickered in sections as Shampoo approached the entrance and the big guy asked for her name. She told him and she was on the `not allowed' list. “Sorry miss, but you're not welcome here.”

 

Shampoo smiled nicely and a little sarcastically. “Oh, ok.” Then she walked down the sidewalk beside the wall and looked at it.

 

The big guy looked at her looking at the wall for a few moments and finally said, “Uhhh, miss? What are you looking at?”

 

“A nice place for a door.”

 

“Huh?” Shampoo pulled back her fist, and with a haymaker of a punch the wall caved in on itself and blew to pieces spreading the gray concrete debris all across the interior of the bar. Shampoo saw a lot of scared men with makeshift weapons look at her with fear in their eyes and as she stepped in she was about to fulfill that fear with action. The man standing at the original door, whose name was Bob, watched Shampoo step in, heard screaming voices, things breaking, and gunshots going. He then thought for a moment, scratched his cheek a couple of times, crumpled up the paper, and walked off to find a new job. To say Bob was the only person to come out unharmed from the incidents about to take place is in no way an understatement. Go Bob.

 

 

A man with a killer mustache, thick curly hair, broad shoulders and a square jaw, swung opened the door leading to the back and stepped into the main bar area with a determined look etched all across his incredibly handsome face. “I'm Dave Dashing, what the fucks going on here!?

 

His answer was a chair across the face, flung from across the room. Shampoo calmly put a revolver on an empty table next to her and then rushed into the bar with a mad dash and grabbed Dave's shirt before he hit the ground. By the collar of his shirt she savagely pulled and got him airborne with a flip and when he came back down she still had his shirt in her fist and pulled down making him gain speed thus breaking the table he landed on. “Where's Carmen!?” Dave couldn't say much as he was now knocked out, but there were about thirty other people that probably knew where she was.

 

A bunch of seasoned bar brawlers rushed at her in a drunken stupor and their weapons were pool cues, beer bottles, and fists. The cue swung at her and she stopped it with one hand while with the hand she twisted it out of the man's hands. She then pushed the blunt end straight up under his chin and lifted him a good three feet off the ground. While the one guy was flying, Shampoo saw the beer bottle coming at her and spun the cue around in such a way that she hooked the thin end of then cue inside the open bottle, plucked it out of his hands and spun the cue fast enough to shatter the bottle across the drunks face.

 

Mister fists-o-fury came at her with a left hook, but a quick fall to the side, a sweep kick, followed up with an insanely fast recovery to her feet that gave her the ability pull back and kick the falling man in the stomach hard enough to send him flying back sideways towards the barkeep. The wood blew to pieces as he went through it and bottles of hard dark liquors fell off the top shelf as he hit the wall behind it.

 

Shampoo turned to the large group of men that decided to stand by and watch. She then spoke violently and directly. “Where is Carmen Vinsfield?” One man pointed towards the back door, but soon after he did then man beside him punched him for selling out Carmen.

 

“You damn fool! Don't you be tellin' no lies!” The guy was an angry looking fellow and pulled out a gun. “Don't you be going to Miss Vinsfield ma'am, or I just may shoot ya.”

 

Being drunk and rowdy can easily cloud ones judgment, but in his case he just sealed his fate with the deity of pain. Shampoo looked angry and a little lazy with the way she stood, but she gave the pool cue a quick twirl in her hand and said, “Don't you threaten me little man. Don't you dare.”

 

“Ya got some fancy moves, but I got me live ammunition here, so don't be doin' nothin' rash now.”

 

Shampoo wanted him to shut up so she ran at him to do so. The guy's eyes went wild and a slight smile crossed his face as he squeezed the trigger. Shampoo threw the cue with a spin and hit his hand just in time to knock the gun and the shot away from her, but she felt no need to slow down. She kept running at him and as soon as she was close she placed her left foot on his right knee, spring-boarded up, grabbed the back of his head and forced his face directly into her knee. Those teeth were probably going to be bad for his digestion.

 

The rest of the men freaked out and either attacked or tried to run away, but it wouldn't help any of them. As soon as the man fell over, she jumped off his chest with a forward flip and came down on the man behind him with the back of her leg that popped out his shoulder from its socket. A loud crunch was heard as his eyes went wide and a scream came out as she used his shoulder to jump to the next guy. She landed on another guy hands first and on his shoulders. Her body was stretched straight into the air and as the man lost his balance she twisted herself in a way that got her to the ground first with her foot on his chest to toss him back and into three others.

 

She spun her legs and got to her knees just as a couple of guys with cues swung at her, but she leaned back and let them pass over her while catching one in each hand. She snatched both cues from them and from a sitting position she managed to launch herself into a sideways barrel roll through the air while holding the sticks and letting them fly wild for anyone dumb enough to be close to her. One cue broke as it connected with a man's forehead while with the other one she threw lightly between the legs of a charging man, thus tangling him causing him to fall flat on his face.

 

The broken stick was held loosely in her hand and someone thought that disarming her would be a great idea, however when he grabbed at it, she turned fast to grab his hand and before he knew what was going on, his arm was twisted and held behind him. Shampoo didn't have time to hold him there so she just placed the back of his hand on a table and said, “Stay.” She took the sharp broken end of the stick and ran it through his hand as well was the table. He started to scream, but he shut up with a punch to the face.

 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something that may have been a threat, so when it ran at her she turned and grabbed his neck tightly. The man's color scheme was blue jean everything and the pool table was about to be his new bed. She lifted him up quickly and much like Dave Dashing, she brought him down fast and hard enough to break the pool table in the center and knock out the legs at the same time. To her left was a man with a cowboy hat coming at her with a beer bottle and she was about to run at him when her foot touched something and gave her an idea. She looked down to see a number six solid pool ball and with a slight smile she got her toes in front of it and with a cool looking back flip, lifted the ball and sent it straight towards a nose that was about to be broken.

 

She landed on her feet with her hands on the ground and with a look she noticed a bunch of pool balls just chillin' out on the floor without much to do, so she gave them a job. First she used one in each hand to sort of sandwich a mans head between and after they struck just behind his ears his eyes rolled back into his head and made a sort of gurgling sound. Then like deadly Technicolor shurikens, she threw them with such precision that not a single one missed its target. Ironically in the end she only had the eight ball left and with the last guy standing against the wall looking like he was about to piss himself, she walked over to him and asked, “Why are you still standing?”

 

The guy was scared so, he just said the first thing that came to his mind. “Lady, I don't want any trouble. You've clearly got some sand in you vagina or something.” This was both a very stupid and very wrong thing to say to an enraged woman. His mouth was open a little when she shoved the eight ball in and since it was quick his jaw momentarily stretched wide enough to get it in, however now he was in a dilemma for the ball would not come out without some sort of medical help.

 

“You were supposed to look stupid and shrug.” After telling the man where he went wrong, she pulled back her fist and turned that eight ball in his mouth into a jawbreaker. It was a good thing he landed on his side because if it was his back, the black and white powder in his mouth may have gotten into his lungs and killed him instead of leak out of the side of his mouth.

 

Shampoo looked around and since no one was really standing anymore she decided to go grab that gun off the table and let herself into the back. Tonight was the night to scientifically prove that Shampoo just didn't like the basic structure of any door ever made. It was her own personal design that she preferred the most and today's special was foot-a-la-wall. Once the dust cleared a sketchy looking woman sat slightly shaking at a table with a tall bottle of something and a cigarette between two fingers. Her skin was a deathly pale white and eyes that looked distant and red. Her skin looked like it was covered in a cold sweat and hanging off her head was stringy dirty blonde hair that was not well kept. Her clothes were wrinkled and in general she looked like hell, but this didn't matter to Shampoo. Only revenge mattered.

 

 

Ranma and Hikori were at the Happy Burger Hut having their usual heated discussion over what was better then the other. While Ranma's reasoning got straight to the point, his theories were full of hole, but on the same note Hikori had a know-it-all attitude that didn't bring any belief to Ranma's mind. In the end it came out as it always did. Slowly coasting the car up to the pickup window, punching each other furiously and screaming what was better. “BOXERS!”

 

“BRIEFS!”

 

“BOXERS!”

 

“BRIEFS!”

 

The lady at the window stood there looking a little confused. “Umm… Sir… You're food…”

 

“BOXERS!”

 

“Sir…?”

 

“BRIEFS!”

 

“Anyone…?

 

“BOXERS!”

 

“Hey that's our guy!” Hikori pointed to some guy in a sweatshirt crossing the street and Hikori floored it, but not before grabbing the food without paying. “Yoik!” Ranma held onto the `Oh Jesus' Bar above his head as Hikori gunned it around a corner and Hikori had an interesting approach. Where as Ranma would at this point, stop the vehicle and chase the guy down, Hikori just out right ran him down in the middle of the street and then got out of the car. The guy was down on the ground holding his leg in pain and before he was given an explanation he was roughly tossed into the back seat of a reliable car and carried off to an undisclosed location. “Well that was lucky finding him outside the happy burger.

 

“Man you didn't super-size my meal!”

 

“Sorry…” One underground parking garage later Hikori was ferociously dragging the guy out of the car and smacking him along the way. “Hey Ranma, pop the hood.”

 

Ranma pulled the latch beneath the steering wheel and that's when Hikori started working his magic. “So what's this I hear about you sellin' coco-puffs to kids?”

 

“Man I don't know shit about this captain crunch bullshit! You ran me down ya fucker!”

 

Hikori pushed the man's face onto the hot engine block and slammed the hood down. “I ain't talking about any captain fucking crunch. I ain't talking about any Rice Crispys, Cherios, Mini-Wheats, Corn Pops, or Count fucking Chocula! I'm talking about coco-puffs asshole!”

 

“AHH! Man what the fuck!?” The guy got out quickly trying to sooth the burning his face was experiencing.

 

“Get back in there!” This time he pressed the guys face onto the burning radiator and with his sleeve he twisted the cap off to get some steam flying. He then slammed the hood down again and yelled. “I'm talking about smokes laced with cocaine!”

 

The man screamed again and Hikori had to personally pull the guy out himself and slam him against the grill of the car. His hands were shaking as he held his head and he couldn't say much to his defense. “I ain't the only one selling coco-puffs man!”

 

Hikori grabbed the guy by the hair and got him to his feet. “I know you're not the only one, but it's who you're selling for and who you're selling to.”

 

“Let go man! I don't matter who I sell to!”

 

“Oh really?” Hikori lifted the hood again and this time threw the poor bugger right in. The hot grease all over the old car's engine was sticky and fiery one his skin and the guy did everything he could to roll out as fast as he could. Once he rolled out and hit the concrete, Hikori pulled some papers out of his coat and stood over him. “Name.” He threw a small stack of papers on his face and spoke. “Carmen Vinsfield.” He threw another couple papers at him and continued. “You approached her shortly after she lost her children and offered he an escape. You found out about her mental condition and took advantage of her. If she wasn't hook on these little death sticks of yours then she may have had a chance to recover from her loss and condition.” He threw some more down. “Origins of business and clients.” Again more papers and photos. “Close to high schools and in some cases kids as young as ten to thirteen.” The last bit of papers hit the guy on the ground and Hikori put a foot on his chest. “You're a predator. You'll sell anything for any price. Highly addicted yourself, and in the past two years eighty three people have died as a result of your product. I've got some bad news, but you ain't getting' any strikes left, you've used them all up. You have five hours to get out of town and if by then you don't have your shit packed up and gone, then I'm coming back and this time I'll have a fucking machete and cut you off at the fucking knees.” He reached down and grabbed the guy's shirt and came nose-to-nose screaming in his face. “How'd you like a peg leg with a kick stand motherfucker!?”

 

“Fuck man I'll leave!”

 

“Good, and just so you know I'm fucking serious, here's a present.” Hikori pulled out a pocketknife and grabbed the guy's hand. He sliced a deep line straight across the palm and finished off with jamming the knife into the guy's shoulder. The man was screaming again but Hikori just talked over him. “You've got four hours and fifty five minutes to get the fuck out of my town. Now get lost!” Hikori wiped the heel of his shoe on the guy's forehead before getting back into the car and grabbing his burger. “Well, we're done, lets mosey on out of here.”

 

Ranma took a sip from his cup and asked. “So, why are you leaving him alive?”

 

“Maybe he'll go to Jasper before he leaves town, but I've got a guy waiting for him, so he'll be dead soon anyways.”

 

“Oh, ok. Can I have a fry?”

 

“Sure.”

 

 

What was currently happening to Carmen was called a beat down. Mrs. Vinsfield was not a fighter like her husband was, nor did she give a lot of resistance. It may have been her already half dead state of mind, but at least she put up her hands to cover herself from time to time. In under a minute Shampoo had her soaked with her own blood. Before Shampoo started the beat down she once again placed the gun down carefully on a table and it was that very gun that Carmen was staring at while Shampoo held her bent over on a table. “You remember me don't you?” Carmen didn't really answer but the face looked a little familiar. She couldn't tell what was what anymore, so she mostly just tried to ignore it. “No? How about this gun? My man pulled that out of your husbands hands after he killed him.”

 

Carmen looked at the gun carefully for a moment and her eyes started to focus a little. “Ned…” Her voice came out soft at first and the only word she could really say now was his name. “Ned…” Then that soft voice became that of a screechy scream of a witch. “Nnnneeeedddd!!! She pushed Shampoo off of her and snatched the gun off the table. “WHERE'S NED!?”

 

Shampoo got a distance away from Carmen and smiled. “Ned's dead, bitch… Ned's dead…” Carmen screamed as she pulled the trigger and as the revolver's barrel turned and the hammer came down, the gun exploded and blew to pieces right in her on face. Carmen was dead on the floor in under a second with metal and bits lodged in her torso and head. Shampoo just kept smiling as she walked over to the body and started kicking it. “That's yours! And that! And that!” Much like how a cat plays with a mouse while its alive and tosses it around when its dead, Shampoo was that cat having her fun with that dead mouse. After she was done kicking the body she started breaking bottles of booze on it until it was just a bloody body covered in glass and stinking of alcohol. After enough was broken she grabbed a pack of matches from a counter and lit one while a crazy smile. “Burn in hell bitch…”

 

As the flames started dancing and burning the body, the sound of sirens were coming and this was what Hikori helped her with. She'd run down an alley and take certain corners until she was lost into the night and still unscratched.

 

 

A few hours later, after Ranma and Hikori were done with their little scouting mission they returned to the basement of the Casino. “Say, Hikori…”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Why did you want Shampoo to take that gun with her?”

 

“Just a little bit of ironic revenge.”

 

“Shoot her with her own gun?”

 

“Sort of. I replaced the bullets with little containers of nitroglycerin. Six the size of a 44. round would be more then enough to kill someone if it went off in front of them, and if it didn't then they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.”

 

“Twisted… Hey if you're not doing anything on Friday I'm gonna need your help with something.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“I just need to go pick up a souvenir.”

 

“Will do.”

 

The two went their separate ways in the hall and as Ranma got back to his crowded room, the first thing he noticed was every one asleep and with them on Mousse's chest was a fluffy little cat all curled up. Ranma twitched a little as his body tensed up and he walked off to find a couch to sleep on. “I know it's Shampoo but damn… I've gotta get over this phobia…”

 

 

 

(Billy Idol - Scream: That's right I've been bad and haven't been updating fast enough. I'll tell you what took me so long. The best damn turkey in the world and a new lava lamp prevented all of this. I'd like to ask that on this coming New Years Eve, you party and party hard. I hear that the harder you party the more tomatoes grow in your garden. No seriously we're talking some big tomatoes. Have fun people.)