Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ My Way Or The Highway ( Chapter 25 )

My Way Or The Highway

(Limp Bizkit - My Way Or The Highway)

 

 

Ranma had it figured out. Within one day three families close to him skipped town, and within the following week more and more people around him were fleeing without warning. The Amazon's were gone, then Soun, Kasumi, and Doctor Tofu were gone, as well as his mother and father. Detective Willis hadn't been heard from for a couple of days, and when Ranma tried finding him, he found a packed house and a note. They all took their cut of the money and just went away leaving Ranma with a full plate of cooks n' criminals without even saying goodbye or good luck. He was starting to feel too much like a disposable grunt and not enough like a normal person, but then again, he'd never been all that normal. It was decided a while ago that he was going to be the one to face off with Jasper and square things up once and for all, hell he'd argue if it were any other way, but there were things that were giving him the willies all over. Just little signs here and there that things were going to go bad and rotten again. Maybe it was because Nerima had actually gone quiet for a day, maybe it was because every one was standing back and waiting for something to happen. Shifty eyes were on the streets left, right and center, because word of a certain meeting was taking place very soon. It was in fact happening within the next three hours.

 

The only people comforting Ranma were Akane whom decided to stay behind, Ukyo whom had nowhere else to go, along with the king and queen, Bugsy and Jerry. Nabiki was catching a flight with Kuno within an hour to no one knew where, and things were looking dark. The plan was going to start up soon and once it started, there was no turning back. In a sense the city was going to be purged of what was still in it and maybe things might go back to the way they were, but highly unlikely. Ranma was going to wait maybe an hour or two before he went to go settle a beef he had and as it turned out, those two hours turned out to be the longest of his life. The waiting was killing him from the inside out, and he just wanted to get everything over with. Just for no reason he'd feel itchy on his legs or face and sometimes have hot hands against his head that wanted to be cold. Probably what made the wait so long was the fact that within a week, Uri still hadn't caught on to how Ranma changed from time to time and he was currently hitting on her.

 

It was annoying and Ranma wanted to hit him, but he just didn't know so it'd just be cruel. The only alternative was to spill her drink on herself, go to the bathroom, change, and wander off without Uri knowing. He was a good guy, had a few motives that nobody knew about, sort of like Bugsy, but fuck was he annoying at times. It was after he went into the underground parking lot and into his car that the seconds really started to drag. Zero made him a little thing out of an old game boy that displayed Ryouga's location. He was a little pink dot that seemed to wander around the city at Random with no real direction, it was amazing that Ranma never bumped into him, but after watching the screen for a while he figured that Ryouga must have been in some underground tunnels like those that belong to the subway. The big clue was that occasionally he'd be right in the middle of a road and other times he'd be cutting straight across a building. Ranma had to put the thing away because it was making him too anxious. He wanted to go straight to Ryouga right away and bust his skull open, but he knew he had to wait before he made a big noise, which is exactly what him and Ryouga would make.

 

Ranma had to get his mind off Ryouga so he turned on some music. Ukyo had no clue what was going to happen in Nerima tonight and she sure as hell didn't know what was going to happen with Ryouga. Ranma thought long and hard over all the details, but in the end he was just going to have to wing it. Revenge is such a bitch when you've got such a tight schedule.

 

The music wasn't helping the time go any faster and he started tuning to radio to the next station. The music just wasn't right for his mood, so he kept changing it until everything became a distorted jumble of half words and momentary sounds of songs until a familiar voice came on. He stopped the dial just in time to hear what Mr. Jackson was going to say.

 

“We live in a society where we are governed by our needs and wants. It's like we are addicted to the drug of greed. However what we see is not greed, but a soft light of hope. This is an illusion created to comfort us in our time of need, but what do we honestly need? Do we need that beautiful woman? Do we need that brand new car? What about money? Do we need money to fulfill ourselves?” His words came natural and powerful to him as he talked a confusing storm of sense. “A man left for dead will find a way to survive until his job is done and if he doesn't… Then he will be damned… We're all trying to get by in this world of struggle, and I'll be honest. Only the strong shall make it, but let us never forget those who tried. Those who left legacies, and legends. Those who loved his fellow man and worshiped the life that was given to him. Let us never forget those who made our world a little better with what they could give. I'm talking to you again Mr. H. What do you have to say now?”

 

Larry was starting to get boring, so Ranma adjusted the dial again to some random sounds and static until he heard a knock on his window. He looked over to see Akane's smiling face through the window. He rolled it down to hear what she had to say. “So what are you doing down here all alone in your car?”

 

Ranma shrugged. “Just trying to get away from everyone. I've had a lot on my mind.”

 

“I don't blame you… Mind if I join you?”

 

“You don't need to ask.” Ranma reached over and unlocked the passenger side door. Akane got in and quickly sunk into her seat. “So you were looking for me or something?”

 

Akane went a little quiet for a few seconds and cut right to the chase. “Ranma… There's something going to happen tonight isn't there?”

 

“Yup. What tipped you off? Was it the fact that every one was trying to get out of town before today, or was it Nabiki.” The comment was said with some sarcasm, but he didn't mean to offend.

 

“Bugsy has been giving every one plane tickets and a lot of money. I've even talked with Ukyo and she knows something is going on as well.”

 

Ranma's eye became empty as he looked out the window at nothing in particular. “I'm going to be honest Akane. It's better if you don't know. Right now you aren't in any real danger unless you're with me, and if I do tell you, then things are going to be complicated.” He finally turned to her and looked her straight in the eyes. “You'd best be leaving town as well.”

 

Akane crossed her arms and gave him that angry look he hadn't had for a while. “I just want to know what's going on, you don't have to be such a jerk…”

 

“I'm not trying to be a jerk, I'm trying to protect you.” Ranma didn't need an argument right now and even if it had been about two and a half years since the last one, it still wasn't long enough.

 

“Maybe you should just stop worrying about me and just trust that I won't get into trouble! You treat me like such a kid!”

 

Ranma rubbed his head and asked, “You really wanna know?”

 

Akane's arms were crossed and she was as stubborn as ever. “Yes.”

 

Ranma shrugged. “Ok. How's this for ya? Every head honcho from every big gang from here to Timbucktwo is here in Nerima right now. Jasper's gathered them for a business meeting of some kind, but what Bugsy and Jerry figure is that a big gang war is going to happen eventually. All those guys are going to end up fighting one way or another, so Bugsy decided we should just get them fighting as soon as possible.”

 

Akane was having a hard time believing what she was hearing and her eyes were wide. “Tonight?”

 

“Everything is going down tonight, and there's going to be lots of fireworks. Every one has a job of some kind, but I'm the one loose cannon tonight.”

 

“What do you mean, loose cannon?”

 

Ranma smiled something that spelled irony. “No one wants to get blamed for setting every gang here tonight against each other, so naturally I'm going to be the one getting all the blame.”

 

“What!? Why you!?”

 

“Because I don't have a hell of a lot to lose.”

 

Akane hit Ranma's arm hard and said, “What about me? What about your friends?”

 

“You mean the ones that took a first class flight and left me here alone, or the ones that stabbed me in the back?”

 

“I'm still here with you!”

 

Ranma nodded. “Yeah…” And leaned towards her. “But that's only because you were oblivious.”

 

Akane was hurt with that line. “You really think of me like that…? You really think I wouldn't be here if I knew?”

 

“Nobody else is, other then Ukyo.”

 

Akane went quiet for a second and shook her head at him. “You don't get it do you…?”

 

“Probably not…”

 

“I love you Ranma… Can't you see that?”

 

Ranma turned away from her and sunk into his seat. “Yeah, I know… But I'm probably not going to make it out of this alive… You should really find someone else… We were over a long time ago anyways…”

 

And there she had it. Ranma's answers to her love; find someone else. There were many ways to break a heart and many ways to repair it, but this was one of those heartbreaks that caused it to be absolutely FUBAR. The tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at an almost emotionless Ranma. She couldn't tell if it was some sick joke or if that was really his answer. “You're joking, right…?” Ranma remained silent and didn't say a word until she could only do the one thing she could think of. Smack him hard and call him a fucking jerk.

 

Ranma knew he was going to be hit, that part didn't change. He knew he was going to be called a jerk. He also knew something Akane didn't. “Why would I be joking Akane? I'm as good as dead after tonight.”

 

“That's no excuse! You always pull through! What's so different about now!?”

 

Ranma didn't like her yelling in his ear, but since this was going to be his last night on earth, he was going to let it slide. “This is just something I can't pull through from.”

 

“Why not?” Akane looked like she was getting ready to hit him again.

 

“Think about it Akane… I'm going after Jasper tonight, as well as every one else. If Jasper doesn't get me, then the Cartel will, and if they don't then it'll be the Hashins, and if not them, then the Mafia, and if not them then the police, and if not them then the FBI. Don't you see yet? I've been left as the guy who's gonna pick up everyone else's tab tonight. I'm fucked, plain and simple.”

 

Then Akane hit him with some serious logic. “Then walk away from it! What are you trying to prove?”

 

“You know what I'm gonna prove…?” Ranma just smiled and put a knee on the steering wheel. “I'm gonna show everyone from every corner of the globe that if they fuck with my home town, then they will be paying the price. It's my big dilemma Akane. I know I'm screwed tonight, but at the same time I want to be the one that shields everyone else from this.”

 

Akane was at a loss for words, “But we can take care of ourselves…”

 

“Oh, really?” Ranma went into his head and dug it all up. “Then I guess that's why the dojo was burned down. I guess that's also why the Kuno family went bankrupt. Our family's being forced into crappy little apartments must have been in the cards as well. Maybe that's why Nabiki was a stripper, she was just taking care of herself. Ukyo was in a chemical induced coma while Ryouga was made into Timmy's little lap dog, I suppose he was handling it as best he could… Tell me honestly Akane…” Ranma paused for a moment with a lump in his throat and thought about taking back his words but went on anyways. “Was Shampoo taking care of herself when that horrible thing happened to her?”

 

“But… But you weren't here when that happened… You can't blame yourself for that…”

 

“Exactly… I wasn't here…” Akane went deafly silent and couldn't speak a word of defense. Ranma's eyes started to go red and a tear rolled down his cheek. “And while I was out fixing everyone's lives, I couldn't find the time to save my best friend and wife to be…” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and went into a rambling confessional. “Did you know I asked her to marry me…?”

 

Akane looked away and was getting ready to cry with him. “Y-yes…”

 

Ranma reached over and turned her face towards his. “You know why I asked her to marry me…?” Akane shook her head and didn't want to hear the answer. “Because I thought it would have been the honorable thing to do after I found out that I was the one that knocked her up… That's why…”

 

Akane coughed as she cried with him and started to curl up in her seat. “Sh-she was…”

 

Ranma leaned forward and put his forehead on the steering wheel as he sniffed and started punching the dashboard. “You know what it's like to know you've failed before you even got the chance…? It's fucking horrible… Its worse then anything I've ever felt…” Ranma's teeth clenched and he was getting ready to break the wheel right off. “I'd rather be covered in tar, burn alive, and shot in the teeth then ever feel that way again… And you want me to walk away now… Fuck you… Fuck you Akane…”

 

“I… I didn't know…”

 

“Who the fuck would? You're the only person I've told. I'm a fucking failure and this is the only thing I can do now that's worthwhile…” He turned his head to her again, showing soaked cheeks. “For god's sake Akane, please… Please don't give me any more reason's to love you… Just let me have this Akane… I need it…”

 

She reached over and held onto his arm tight. “I won't let you go… Not if you're going to die… I can't let you…”

 

There was a moment of silence and the thought of talking sense into Ranma started to enter her mind, but it was shattered the instant she heard a click. She looked up and stared to see Ranma with a gun under his chin. “If you don't let me go, then I'll blow my own fucking head off right here, right now.”

 

“R-Ranma…! Don't start acting crazy!”

 

“I've been crazy for a while now Akane… Now get out of the car before you make me feel bad for making you watch me blow my head to pieces.” Once again, she couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but fact remained that he had a loaded gun to his head and he was sounding pretty depressed. It was the best choice to save his life for just a little longer, but she was going to figure out a way to save him before this was all over. She opened the door and stepped out slowly and as she did she was given on last message. “If you start thinking about how you're going to get me out of this, then stop now. If you die then I die, just remember that.” The door closed and the car started up and with that he was gone.

 

 

Ranma managed to leave fifteen minutes earlier then he was supposed to but that only gave him a little more time to deal with other things, such as the little pink dot coming closer and closer to him on his radar. He was pissed and he was only going to get more upset later on with events going as they were. From the looks of things Ryouga was on the other side of the city underneath a little building out in the middle of nowhere. Judging by how still he was, it must have been his little hideout or something, but as Ranma came closer to the so called dead part of town, he noticed that within the dark streets that were little glimmers of light scattered in the side streets. All the buildings were somewhat on the verge of falling down and he was lucky if he found a street light anywhere. Occasionally he'd see a light on up high in a building, but it was the kind of light that came from a campfire, all wavy and orange. All of Nerima had been made to look like shit ever since all the gangs came into town, but this little spit of land on the edge of the city was in sheer devastation. There was garbage everywhere, no power, and there was even an old rusty car wrapped around a half fallen over telephone poll. It was as if the entire section of town had just been forgotten about, either that or no one in their right mind came here anymore unless they were forced too. Bums in the allies, an occasional hooker, and gang tags told that this was the place where only the dirtiest of dealings went down. The only question was why the fuck Ryouga was there.

 

Ranma parked just outside of the building Ryouga was in and popped the truck. Everything from the spare tire to that old jacket every one seems to have in their trunk, was taken out, moved, and replaced with quite the arsenal. Jerry loaded Ranma up for the night and gave him a nifty new Kevlar vest with attachments that held all sorts of goodies. The thing was a snug fit but it would stop bullets and hold his guns, so he wasn't going to complain too much. He loaded himself up with the essentials, closed the trunk, put on his coat, and activated his new anti-theft devise.

 

 

No lights were on up top of the building, so after circling around half way he found a staircase leading down to the basement along with a rhythmic beat coming from below. He could see a red light below so he stepped slowly as the beat got louder and when he finally got to the bottom he saw the doors to hell with two big guys in suits standing in front of it. One gave Ranma a look and said he'd never seen him around here before and asked for some password. Well, Ranma didn't have a password, secret handshake, or the mating call of a bull moose, just a gun with a lot of ammo, so he decided to be resourceful. He drew his gun fast and the two only got to place their hands on theirs by the time Ranma shot. He aimed for the legs so it wouldn't be attempted murder, and took their clips from them while they rolled around. Ranma needed them to shut up and one of the two suits had the porn star handlebar mustache, meaning duck tape was going to be used and to the fullest extent. Duck tape is an amazing thing, you can use it to shut them up, tie them up and patch them up all in one go.

 

Ranma put his hand on the handle and started to get that bad feeling again. It was that feeling he got just before Sheela died, it was the feeling of something just not being right in the air. That feeling in his gut was telling him something was up and he needed to be smart right about now. Ryouga hadn't moved on the radar for the past thirty minutes and this just didn't seem like a place to just fall asleep. Things were going on, there were bad people, and the sound of loud music. He swallowed the bad lump in his throat and started pulling the door open slowly. The music got a little louder and a short dark hallway came to his eyes, so he decided to get in quick and close the door before anyone noticed him. He kept his back to the wall and slid across it with cautious steps until he came to the end that looked out into the club, and who did he see right away? It was that bastard Ryouga behind one of the counters wearing an apron and being yelled at by some guy in a cowboy hat. From the looks of things, Ryouga was getting by as a dish bitch, or as the optimistic see it an Aquatic Porcelain Technician, but not just any dish bitch, a dish bitch at some high roller crime lord hangout. Must have had something to do with Jasper and that would explain why Ryouga hadn't moved on the radar for so long, but still… That bad feeling… What was it?

 

Ranma took his eyes off Ryouga for a moment and looked around. All the faces were new, but the things they held were not. Guns, knives, and things that you wouldn't normally find in a tickling contest, were on the sides and in the jackets of every one here. The place was fully loaded and would probably give Rambo a boner if someone had a bazooka kicking around in his or her back pocket. It was a matter of getting across the room to the guy with the bandana without getting shot. It was after that thought that Ranma realized something. Well, not so much realize as he noticed it. Looking at some of the ugly mugs around the joint he noticed that there were a few too many people sitting alone and other then focus on their drinks, they were focusing on everything else. There were shifty eyes everywhere, sort of like the ones on the streets, but a bit different. These shifty eyes weren't looking to stay away from trouble; they were looking to get into it.

 

Then it hit him like a cold fish to the face. Ryouga was a plant waiting for Ranma and more then half these guys were Jasper's private bounty hunters. The way you can tell your average money grubbing bounty hunter from the low profile professionals was that the pros had character traits. Something small that held them apart from every one else. A good example would have been the guy in the far corner with the bollard hat and ace of spades tucked into it. For the sake of argument his name will be Charlie Chaplin and sitting beside him was his opposite. A big burly fucker now nicknamed Meatloaf. Meatloaf has tattoos and a glass eye. He's seen action. Over on center stage was the ladies man, Antonio, on a sofa with six women; he wore leather and lots of it with slicked back hair and a pair of flashy aviators. He would have fit in one of those weird German sex fetish places really well. On the other side of the place from Charlie Chaplin and Meatloaf was a small gang. At first glance one would think they were just a bunch of guys out to get drunk, but none of them had drinks and they all had matching jackets, and would now be referred to as The Greasers. Now Ranma had limited resources and he'd more then likely only seen about half of who he should of, but he was growing impatient and thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. It involved a grenade. Now he just needed to know how many people wanted to kill him.

 

Ranma stepped out into the light and fired a shot into the roof. Every one in the club stopped and after a few moments, so did the music. “Hello. My name is Ranma Soatome, also known as the Kyoto Hurricane. Who wants to kill me?”

 

The place immediately came alive with the sounds of guns being cocked and loaded, and after Ranma saw pretty much every one take out a gun, he found his job, just that much easier. Ryouga was paralyzed and confused with what was going on. He saw Ranma and got scared, like as if he'd seen a ghost or a phantom, but the most puzzling thing was that the Phantom chucked something across the room to him. It was round, easy to catch and was missing a pin. Ryouga's eyes went wide and the thing fumbled around in his hands for a few seconds before he screamed and threw it back at Ranma. Everyone watched the thing fly over their heads and most people already figured out what it was and decided to duck and cover. As it came close to the center of the room, Ranma took deadly aim and fired a single round into it. After that it was a sudden ball of fire and smoke along with a few people flying back and hitting the floor dead.

 

In truth Ranma was expecting just a little more fire and destruction, not just a black empty spot on the floor with everything pushed away from it, but on the bright side there was debris and a couple tables had fire coming off of them. Ryouga still stood on the other side of the counter trying to figure out what was going on and while Ryouga spent his time being astonished, Ranma used his time to make a straight b-line to Ryouga and kick his ass.

 

By the time Ryouga was looking forward again, the first thing he saw was Ranma flying at him over the counter with his right knee coming right to Ryouga's dumbfounded face. When the front of his head was full of Ranma's knee and the back of it being forced through empty glasses and a wall, a sudden though hit him. He shot Ranma five times and killed Sheela, and all this time he thought both were dead. It had been three, coming onto four months since the incident and he was just starting to get over the nightmares, but now all that recovery had gone to waste and while he was getting his head forcefully shoved through a cheap piece of drywall, he started feeling just a little horrified again. In fact, he became so horrified that he played off of instincts and swung his fist out for a heavy blow across Ranma's jaw.

 

 

Ryouga was halfway through a wall when he reached out with a blind shot and hit Ranma off of him. It was a hard hit, just like it always was in the old days. That umbrella waving fruit always had strength on his side and as usual he wasn't afraid to use it. Ranma found himself rolling over the counter and hitting the floor while seeing stars. It had been a while since he had a hit like that, but after a few shakes of the head his eyes focused and the first thing he saw was a gun pointed at him. He moved his head just in time and punched however it was square in the nuts. The guy fell over with a squeak of pain to show that the ladies man Antonio was in fact dead, but to Ranma's surprise, he wasn't the bounty hunter. It was the six ladies that were around him. He could tell, because they were all packing heat and pointing it in his general direction. Before the fire came, he reached up for the lip of the counter and pulled himself over in a half assed back flip, only to land squatting beside Ryouga. Bullets hit the bar and Ranma's eyes turned to slits as he lunged at Ryouga.

 

Ryouga started running backwards and blocked Ranma's hits until he felt a chair break across his back. He fell to his knees and saw Ranma's shoes only for a moment, and with a solid kick from one of those shoes, he saw the ceiling as well as Ranma jumping over him. It was Meatloaf that hit Ryouga, and Ranma gave him a shot to the side of the head as he flew by and came swinging at Charlie Chaplin, whom had a butterfly knife and a gun. Mr. Chaplin dodged the first few punches, but fell victim to a fake left hook turned into a fast right jab. The hat came right off as he staggered back, but he pointed his gun in the closest direction and took a blind shot. It missed Ranma but found a nice happy home in Meatloaf's foot.

 

Ryouga decided to leave Ranma be for now and focus on the guy holding him over his head. Ryouga was about to be thrown into the jukebox when a convenient bullet lodged itself into Meatloaf's foot. Ryouga was dropped onto his back but got up right away with a swift kick to the big guy's knee. There wasn't a snap after the kick, which was odd, but instead there were a pair of burly hands wrapped around his neck choking the life out of him and the only thing Ryouga could think was what was wrong with his damn eyes. One was looking at him and the other was looking only god knows where, and the smile he had was very discouraging. The smile quickly changed to a look of worry and Ryouga had to look behind him. It was Charlie's Angels, all six of them in the firing squad formation and getting ready to fire again. Ryouga put on his patented `OH SHIT!' look and the world started spinning fast, but it wasn't because he was dizzy, it was because Ranma grabbed Meatloaf's shoulder and spun him. Meatloaf quickly turned into Meat Shield as the slugs buried into his back. The grip in Ryouga's neck loosened and just over Ranma's shoulder, he saw a badly beaten Charlie Chaplin getting ready to stick a knife into Ranma's back.

 

It was out of instinct the Ryouga picked up the closest thing and wailed Mr. Chaplin with it. Now most people would pick up something off the table, like a bottle or plate, but Ryouga just didn't play like that. He picked up the entire table with one hand and cracked Charlie one, and as he did so a sting of fear went through his entire body because Ranma press the side of his gun against Ryouga's head and pulled the trigger. Chaplin was down and out, as well as one of the Greasers behind Ryouga. The gun was hot and smoking against Ryouga's head and Ryouga couldn't tell if Ranma was looking at him, or passed him, but he sure as hell was saying something to him. “I bet you were hoping I was dead.”

 

Ryouga's head shook as he found it hard to find words. “I didn't mean too… It wasn't suppose to happen like that…”

 

“Fact is, Ryouga, you sold me out and killed my fiancé. It would be a shame if anything happened to Ukyo.”

 

Ryouga's eyes went wide and his fists went tight. “You stay the hell away from her… You keep our business between the two of us.”

 

“Then you better pray to god you can kill me first. I took five bullets and I'm still walking. Think you can do it again?”

 

Ryouga's teeth started grinding and his head was getting hot. “You have every right to want to kill me, but bringing her into this… What the hell is wrong with you?”

 

“You didn't seem to mind bringing Sheela into this.”

 

Ryouga had it and knocked Ranma down with cheap shot. “No! You brought her into this!”

 

Ranma was on the ground giggling to himself as he wiped the blood off the side of his mouth. “Is that what you tell yourself every night before you go to bed?”

 

“She's in a coma you sick fuck! Leave her out of this!”

 

Ranma's smile became wild as he got up and grabbed Ryouga's collar. “Good! I guess I can fuck the shit out of her before I stick a bullet between her eyes!”

 

Ryouga pushed Ranma back and started swinging at him. “Shut up! You're fucking crazy!”

 

Ranma dodged easily from Ryouga's blows and just knocked his hands out of the air. “What're you swinging at there sunshine? You scared you gonna loose your little sex dispenser?”

 

“Don't talk about her like that! I'll fucking kill you!”

 

Ranma grabbed both of Ryouga's wrists and got right into his face. “That's what I like to hear!” Ranma then came at Ryouga with a solid forehead to the face and when he fell back Ranma was back in his face. “Just how far will you go to save her life? Would you give up yours?”

 

Ryouga swatted Ranma out of his face and got up with his fists ready. “You're damn right I would!”

 

Ranma spun the gun in his hand and pointed it at Ryouga, forcing him to blink. “Then why are you shaking?” Ryouga didn't have an answer for that and just kept staring at the gun until Ranma informed him why. “It's because you're scared little boy… Real men accept their fate, but you…” Ranma looked at Ryouga's fists. “You're gonna try and muscle your way out of this ya little pussy and I've got news for you. It ain't happening. Your ass is mine tonight…”

 

Ryouga felt intimidated and went to his knees while staring up the barrel of the gun. “You'd leave her out of this?”

 

Ranma cocked back the gun with a smile and said, “How can you trust me if you're dead?”

 

And then it was a surprise attack. Ryouga may have been on his knees, but his hands on the cement floor were easily deadly weapons. “I know you'd never forgive me, but… Like hell I'd ever let you hurt her…” With one hand he pushed Ranma's gun out of the way and with the other he pointed straight into the ground. “Breaking Point!”

 

Ranma was knocked back and pelted by debris like every one else that may have been close by, but he was the only one that got back up with a grin. “So ya wanna play like that, eh?” Ranma got to his feet, dropped his gun, and put up his dukes. “I may be out of practice, but it's like riding a bike.” He got into a stance and his body became loose. Ryouga was in the center of his own little crater as he watched Ranma and slowly but surly, he got into his own stance and gave Ranma the same serious look he was giving him. “You wanna get crazy? Let's get fucking crazy!”