Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Riot Time ( Chapter 26 )

Riot Time

(Powerman 5000 - Riot Time)

 

 

 

Ranma rushed at Ryouga, but it was Ryouga who would swing first. It was just a basic swing for the face, but Ranma proved to be in better shape then either of them thought. To avoid the hit, Ranma hit his heel with the back of his other foot making him spin fast around the punch and giving Ryouga a backhand in the process. Ranma came on him fast after that, giving him combos composed of shear randomness, but it was when Ranma went to do his big move, a knee under the chin, that Ryouga caught it, grabbed Ranma's head and smacked it into his own knee. Ryouga's only advantage was to keep hold of Ranma's hair and lead him around. He pulled Ranma over to the counter and started smashing his face against it repeatedly, while giving the back of his head the occasional punch.

 

It was around the sixteenth time Ranma hit his face on the counter that he finally got his hands on it and started pushing back against Ryouga, and for a moment they just sort of stayed in a deadlock, until Ranma kicked his heel up behind him and sacked Ryouga in the cahones. Ryouga let go after that and almost went to his knees, but Ranma grabbed him tossed him head first into that jukebox from before and started breaking anything he could find, over Ryouga's back. First there was a chair, then a bottle, and then a screaming Greaser, a cash register, some chick's chiwawa, a pool stick, some dude's wings, and right when Ryouga turned around to collect himself, a long 84 inch florescent light smacked across his forehead. One would think that an empty glass tube wouldn't hurt that much, but it was more the glass stuck in his face along with the mercury powder in the cuts that really burned. In truth it hurt more then the cash register, and was far more annoying then the chiwawa.

 

Ryouga held his head as he ran away towards the kitchen, or which ever way he thought was the kitchen. He came to a locked door and started pulling on it frantically, but the thing was locked, so he went on to plan two and kicked the door off the hinges. It failed to be the kitchen, but it had a sink, which was what he was aiming for. He turned on the water in the janitor's closet and fought hard to get the burning powder off his bloody face, but he knew he didn't have much time because Ranma was running at him. Ranma came at him with a flying kick, but Ryouga acted quickly by pulling the faucet right off the sink and clothes lined Ranma in midair and it didn't stop there. While Ranma was halfway through his unwilling back flip, Ryouga grabbed his leg and reversed the momentum. Ranma's head snapped back as Ryouga flipped in the opposite direction with Ranma's leg. Ranma's chin cracked against the ground with a very clear snap, and there was a good chance something was now broken, because two of his teeth just chipped. Ranma was busy trying to keep the floor warm when he felt himself being dragged, in this time he figured out that his jaw had been dislocated and got that back in place before anything else, but as he did he felt his neck being grabbed and was pushed up against a wall where Ryouga started giving him fast, heavy shots with his right hand.

 

Ranma needed to throw up, but his mouth was in enough pain to prevent that, so he grabbed Ryouga's ears, pulled hard and started using his head as a melee weapon. For the most part it stunned Ryouga momentarily, however Ryouga just stopped nailing Ranma in the stomach and paid back the favor. Clearly Ryouga's head was harder then Ranma's because Ranma was starting to smell blood and after a few seconds he could taste it. He shook his head a little and saw Ryouga coming down at him again and reflexes kicked in to tilt his head slightly to the left and let Ryouga plow his head into the wall. It was Ryouga's turn to shake his head and Ranma only glanced for a second at probably the only cement wall in the building, where an indent from Ryouga's head now rested. He stopped wasting time, pulled Ryouga's head down by the hair and drove both of his knees into Ryouga's face. He then grabbed his shirt savagely and spun him to switch positions and now Ryouga's back was to the wall. Ranma started a nice little combo, with a left-right to the face, a left-left to the ribs, a right to the stomach, and repeat. Ranma's hits were right on target every time and his fists slowly became nothing but blurs to the human eye. Ryouga tried desperately to push away any of the hits, but he was just too slow and Ranma just kept picking up the pace. He felt like he was trying to push back the bullets of an endless machine gun hitting him over and over again, and it made him bloody and red.

 

Ranma started screaming as his pace kept getting faster and faster, and while Ryouga was trying to figure out why he felt like he was sinking back, his question was answered when Ranma stopped quite suddenly, ran back two steps, jumped off the other wall and finally landed that foot to the face he tried before. Upon impact Ryouga blew through the wall and into the kitchen he tried so hard to find before. Ryouga did his best to roll over and crawl away, but a gunshot froze him and made him look back. Ranma was busy dealing with a couple of Charlie's Angels and from the looks of things and the way he smoked one after another, hitting women no longer seemed to be an issue to him. Then again if they're shooting at you then it's all fair game.

 

One of the last Greasers tried to come at Ranma with some good old fashion street fighting, but one unsuccessful lead to him being on the ground with two fingers up his nose and being dragged towards Ryouga for unknown reasons. Those reasons became clear after Ranma pulled one of those huge boiling vats off the stove and threw it at Ryouga. Ryouga took the thing full on, but still managed to get to his feet and come after Ranma. He punched and kicked, but all he was hitting was Ranma's new human shield, and after taking a few pop shots towards a bloody nose, Ryouga decided that he needed the hell out of there, so he ran.

 

 

Hikori was sitting on the hood of his car having a smoke and looking up at the sky. It was all cloudy and not really meant for stargazing, but he enjoyed it the best he could. He closed his eyes and got relaxed not really thinking of anything and just taking in the moment. His hands were behind his head and legs crossed and all he cared about was how nice the fresh air felt. He got to that point where he wanted to go to sleep, but that was prevented when he heard the familiar sound of a lighter grinding and lighting very close to him. It scared the living shit out of him because one: he was alone, and two: he hadn't heard anybody get on the hood beside him. He screamed and rolled off the car and after face planting himself he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the person on the hood. “Jerry!?”

 

Jerry was sitting on the hood cross-legged and leaning forward trying to light a smoke. Jerry just stared at Hikori with wide eyes and frozen in her spot with the unlit smoke between her lip. “What?”

 

“Fuck! Are you trying to give me a heart attack here?”

 

Jerry was still confused. “What?”

 

“Why'd you sneak up on me!?”

 

“I'm didn't sneak up, I just want a fucking smoke. Now put your fucking gun away or I'll shove the fucking thing up your ass diagonally so I can blow your pecker off before I finish burying the trigger. For fuck sakes, you're not the only one that parks their car on the roof.”

 

“I didn't hear you or anything… How'd you get on without me knowing?”

 

“Soft leather shoes and I weigh a hundred and ten pounds.”

 

Hikori looked at Jerry carefully and eventually said. “You weigh more then a hundred and ten…”

 

And that's when Jerry pulled out a big fucking shotgun from out of nowhere and pointed right at Hikori. “I weigh a hundred and ten pounds asshole!”

 

Hikori dropped his gun and put his hands high in the air. “Holy Jesus! You weigh a hundred and ten pounds! You weigh a hundred and ten pounds!”

 

 

Ryouga ended up making a door out of the building and crawled up onto the street, but before he could make a break for it he felt someone grab his pant leg and that someone was Ranma. “Where ya going buddy? We've got a few things to discuss!” Ryouga felt his legs give way and fell on the rocky road on his hands and chest. He kicked back and must have hit something because Ranma let go of him and was able to get to his feet again. Ryouga started bolting down the street to whatever sweet salvation laid ahead, “Hey! Get back here ya fucking coward!” and for some reason Ranma's words stopped him dead in his tracks. Ranma finished pulling himself out of the hole in the sidewalk and brushed himself off. “I thought we were gonna fight Ryouga? Just you and me, man to man. I didn't come here to look at your back; I came to see your face!” The empty streets filled with the sound of Ranma's footsteps as he paced the road behind Ryouga. “Does your own hide really mean more to you then her? You sounded so fucking bold just a few minutes ago, what happened?”

 

People started poking their heads around corners and through building windows to see what all the commotion was about. They all kept to the shadows and watched the scene in silence. Ryouga's shoulders dropped and he turned back around slowly. “You know that's not true…”

 

Ranma chuckled in the distance. “Yeah, I know. You'd kill for her wouldn't you?” It was sarcasm all over and it hit Ryouga right in the heart. Ranma pointed directly at him and yelled, “You fucking owe this to me! You fucking owe me you selfish prick! I could hunt you down like a goddamn dog and shoot ya in the back any fucking time I want, but this fight is what you owe me! For fuck sakes! Face me like a fucking man and fight me!”

 

Ryouga shook his head and yelled with his eyes closed. “I can't… I can't give you what you want!”

 

Ranma put out his arms and screamed with a deep booming voice. “And why the fuck not!?”

 

Ryouga balled up his fist and struck the ground as hard as he could and as he did a large crack in the stone swelled up and made a spider wed etching all around him. “Because you can't beat me!” Ryouga pulled his fist out of the ground and let the small pebbles roll off his arm. “Unlike you, I've been pulling my punches… I may be bleeding but I still hardly feel a thing…” Ryouga looked down and was almost ready to break out into tears. “Every day of my life I've trained, and even after I fucked up, I just trained harder… Even after I thought you were dead, I just trained harder… What the hell have you been doing…? You can barely get the chestnuts fist going… You may as well just shoot me, because I'd just be holding back in a fight.”

 

It was Ranma's turn to shake his head. “You don't get it Ryouga. Blockheads like you never do. This fight goes back further then you murdering Sheela. It goes right back to that beef we'd always had with each other and for once you have the advantage.” Ranma got back into his stance and started concentrating. “I could care less if I live or die right now. I'm already guaranteed death tonight anyways, so just do me this favor…” Ranma started concentrating even harder and sweat started to bead at his forehead. “Let me have it my way…” Then a large blue battle aura flared around Ranma's body and by it's flickering, he was having a hard time keeping it up. His eyes were strained and his body flexed. “And give me exactly what I want!”

 

It was a shock to Ryouga, it had been a while since he'd seen a battle aura, but it said something about Ranma. More then anything, this fight was the most important thing to him right now and whether or not he died was just a small insignificant factor. He was either going to beat him or die trying. Ryouga reluctantly got his fists back up and asked, “What the hell are you trying to prove Ranma…? That you're better then me? That I betrayed you? I know I'm scum! It's been nothing but regret for me! If you wanna kill me then just shoot me! You can't beat me with your fists!”

 

“Are you sure?” Ranma's head tilted to the side for a moment and quite suddenly he started running at Ryouga at an alarming pace. It was like watching a blue ball of fire rush at him without warning. Ryouga put up his arms to block the hit, but for some reason nothing happened right away, and then he saw why. He was looking down and saw Ranma do a baseball slide between his legs, and disappear.

 

“What the hell!?” Ryouga turned his torso just in time to see Ranma rushing from behind him, and as Ranma took a hold of Ryouga's head his body winched with fear. Ranma lead Ryouga's head forward and down until Ryouga was crouched over, but then he switched directions again and whipped the back of Ryouga's head into the cement. Ryouga laid there groggy for a minute and found that the will to get up again was becoming difficult to find. He got his arm into position to lift himself up, but Ranma was on top of him with that chestnuts strike that apparently Ranma was barely executing. Ryouga tried to close his eyes but for some reason they stayed wide open to only see a million blurs coming at him like hellish pistons. When Ranma finally slowed down again he pushed himself into the air, and landed on Ryouga's chest feet first and used him like a trampoline to back flip off of him. Ryouga was shaking because he couldn't feel his hands for some reason, but he still managed to get one to his face and wipe the blood out of his eyes. Ryouga lifted his head slowly to look at Ranma and finally said, “You were holding back too…”

 

Ranma reached down and grabbed Ryouga's shirt with one hand and picked him up. “Only because you were.” Ryouga hung in front of Ranma limp as he pulled out something from his coat. “You remember what's on the line?” Ranma held out some pictures of Ukyo sleeping in the hospital, for Ryouga to see, and as he looked his eyes became wide. “Remember, if you don't give me all you've got then I'm cutting the bitch up and jerking off on the pieces. I'm a fucking psycho now and I'll kill her just to get back at you. Get it?”

 

Ryouga then became very irrational and tried to have a swing at Ranma, but Ranma had already let go of Ryouga and was now dropping backwards while Ryouga fell towards him. With one hand on the ground and a leg going straight up, Ranma's foot found a nice little home against Ryouga's ribs. Ryouga then flew up about an extra foot into the air and as he came down again Ranma curled himself into a crouched position standing on his toes and shot up to take one hell of an uppercut under Ryouga's jaw, and once again his body defied gravity's call and went up again, until Ranma got his hand back onto the front of Ryouga's shirt. Ryouga felt himself being dragged at the same deadly speed Ranma had before and just as he started feeling dizzy, Ranma came to a sudden stop and let go of him.

 

Ryouga was sent sailing across the street and into the side of an abandoned car. The side panel bent and warped around Ryouga's body much like it would have if the car had hit a telephone poll sideways at a hundred. The back and front bumper of the old Volvo were now touching and Ryouga was somewhere behind them at the drivers side seat. Ryouga moved slowly pushing himself off the twisted metal and glared at Ranma. “You wanna fight dirty!?”

 

Ranma just grinned and shrugged his shoulders, “Is there any other way?” The broken beads of glass were making their way down Ryouga's shirt and clattered on the ground as he stood properly in the wreckage. He quickly placed a hand on the corner of the hood, tore it right off the car, leaped into the air, and gave himself enough momentum to spin like a top in the air and flung the thing at Ranma. He took a single step to the side and let the hood frisbee its way past him and spark along the street. Ryouga landed on the trunk and kept his glare at locked on at Ranma who was looking amused. “I was expecting a little more from you…”

 

“How's this?” Without even breaking a sweat, Ryouga reached beneath where the hood used to be, with one hand, clamped down and pulled the six cylinder engine right out along with all the broken cords and pipes still attached.

 

Ranma then looked a little astonished. “Well that's kind of frightening.” So was the part when Ryouga jumped off the devastated car and swung at Ranma with his new iron fist.

 

 

Hikori was driving with Jerry to the meeting point and discovered something annoying about Jerry. He didn't shut up, never, not once. It was driving him insane. Hikori cursed every red light he came to and gave the one-finger-salute to every pedestrian crossing the road. Hikori could have got a word in between Jerry's ramblings, but it would have only provoked more of the noise coming from Jerry's mouth. “You know I started drinking ice tea because I thought it had less sugar in it and after like a month I finally started reading the labels and stuff, then I found out that ice tea has more sugar in it then most pop. I was amazed.” Hikori just nodded and took a sip from his pop, which was the basis of the conversation thus far. “Check it out, I've got like thirty five grams per serving, what's yours? Hikori? Yo? What's the serving in yours? Hikori?”

 

He pulled the bottle off his lips and started at Jerry with huge eyes. “I don't know! I didn't fucking ask it!”

 

The car went very silent and Jerry was giving Hikori that `you have just offended me you jerk' look and Jerry just kept her eyes on him. “You're mean…”

 

“Yes I am!” Hikori's face turned sour and he was now driving in silence with a frown while Jerry just kept giving him that look. “Stop staring at me.” And then something weird happened. Much like when you hear a sound for so long, like a washing machine or a fan, that it becomes the norm in your hearing, that's what Jerry's voice became to him. Now that Jerry had stopped talking the car had become too quiet and it was starting to get to him. He touched a button on the radio dial, but of course it was the only car in Nerima that didn't have a working radio. He wanted to turn on the air conditioning just for that ambient sound in the background but the broken consol only had three off buttons, followed with a high and higher power. It was when he came to another red light in the deafly silent car that Hikori regretfully looked at the side of his bottle and said, “twelve grams…”

 

Jerry just shook her head and kept giving him that look, “Oh no, don't let me shit on your parade here.”

 

Hikori's eye twitched, his face turned red, a big fucking vein started throbbing on the side of his head and his grasp on the bottle became tight to the point that he was spilling pop everywhere, and then he yelled, “TWELVE GRAMS!”

 

 

Ranma was in a tight spot. The thing with Ryouga was that, yes he did have his hand inside an engine, and yes he was swinging it at Ranma, but what it failed to do was slow down the frequency of his hits. With this information in mind, anyone can clearly see that Ryouga was strong, perhaps even too strong, and this made the fight very difficult for Ranma. He was fast enough to get out of the way, but Ryouga eventually faked with his right, grabbed Ranma's shoulder with his left and got him with the haymaker from the motor. Ranma's body twisted into the air and he hit the brick wall on the other side of the street back first. Ryouga came in fast and started taking frantic swings with the heavy arm. Ranma's eyes focused hard and rolled from side to side along the wall to get the hell out of the way, but every time he tried to make a break for it, the engine would come sailing at him and just narrowly miss him. Ranma locked eyes with Ryouga and waited for the straight on shot and when it happened he fell to his knees and delivered his own haymaker to the soft dangly things between Ryouga's legs. Ryouga keeled over in pain, but stayed on his feet with enough sense to see the opening he had. He lifted the engine high and came down onto Ranma's back like a relentless jackhammer. He managed to imbed Ranma into the ground a little bit, but the pain got to him and he had to let go of the engine and fall back to cradle his poor nuts.

 

Ranma's face held a look of pain but he managed to get himself up and moving. He saw Ryouga lying on his back with a tear in his eye. Since Ranma was an opportunist he started giving Ryouga some kicks to the ribs and judging by a gasp of pain exhaled from Ryouga there must have been a broken rib somewhere. “How's it feel bitch!?” Ranma got a big grin on his bloody lips as he kept coming in again and again with a ruthless kick to that broken rib. “How's it feel!? This all ya got!?”

 

Quite suddenly Ryouga caught Ranma's foot and tripped him and as Ranma came down Ryouga shouted something as both his arms came down with an ear shattering smash against the pavement. “Shattersphere!” It was a new move for sure and a strange one. The force in which Ryouga hit the ground with seemed to push up against Ranma and hold him in midair, then Ranma started to find it hard to breathe. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the area and replaced with a hard hit of extreme gravity. For only a moment his entire body felt as though it was being pulled and dragged into a vacuum, but pushed away at the same time. His eyes felt like they were going to explode in his head, then his body felt very light, too light. His eyes couldn't focus on the speed in which he was pushed away from Ryouga, but in less then half a second he hit a telephone pole sideways and stopped very abruptly, only to have a brigade of sharp flying debris hit him on every point of his body. After that, the telephone pole finally broke in half and he plummeted to the street face first making a sound that begged his lungs to take in some air.

 

 

“I wonder what's keeping him?” Hikori was pacing in front of the place where every one was meeting and the only thing to comfort him in his pacing was Jerry sitting on the hood with crossed legs and big cigar in her mouth.

 

“Knock it the fuck off. He's going to get his sweet ass here when he gets it here. Besides, I thought you of all people would have had some sensitive issues with him right now. That Ryouga guy did kill Sheela.” Jerry attempted at blowing a smoke ring but failed miserably and threw the expired cigar away.

 

Hikori stopped and gave Jerry a piercing glare. “She was my partner far before Ranma came along. This IS me being sensitive.”

 

Jerry chuckled a little. “Jealous?”

 

Hikori put one hand on the hood and leaned to get into Jerry's face. “Of Ranma? No. I didn't see Sheela the way Ranma did. We worked well together, and we were always fair. Do I regret ever meeting Ranma? No, he made her happy, and that was all she wanted. Would she still be alive if she didn't meet him? Probably, but I know she wouldn't have had it any other way.”

 

Jerry leaned in closer to Hikori and asked. “Are you sure you didn't have feelings for her yourself?”

 

“I had a wife and kid Jerry. They both left me for someone better and Sheela would have been the same age as my daughter. Call it pretending to be a father so I could justify my existence.”

 

“So you made her a thief?”

 

“I didn't say I was a good father. I'm just an old guy that can only offer so much.”

 

“How old are you?” Jerry asked.

 

“I'm forty-four.”

 

Jerry grabbed Hikori's tie and said, “You don't look it.” And promptly pressed her lips against his with closed eyes.

 

When she pulled away Hikori's expression remained unchanged but he wiped his mouth and said only one word, “ew…”

 

Jerry laughed, “You enjoyed it.” and let go of his tie.

 

“If I didn't know the awful truth about you Jerry, I probably could have. I the name of everything good and holy in this world, don't ever do that again.”

 

 

His ears were ringing and his head felt like it had just been pushed through a small hole in a wall made of razor blades. He was getting to his feet and he didn't know why, but after shaking his head a few times he got his eyes opened and saw a guy helping him up. He was dressed kind of weird and seemed to be yelling something at Ranma, but he couldn't make it out at first. The ringing in his ears was starting to go away, but as he looked around he saw that someone was also helping Ryouga up and all around him were people hooting and hollering. Some of them looked normal enough, but other looked on the verge of homeless, with dirty faces and faded clothing. He started picking sounds out of the air and it seemed like everyone was yelling and screaming something, but every body's words got lost in all the others and the only words he could make out were the ones of the man helping him up. “Get the fuck up! I've got three hundred bucks riding on you ya piece of shit! Get up!”

 

Without knowing why, Ranma did his best to stand on his own but still wobbled on his feet and saw Ryouga in the same position. From the looks of it, being in the center of his own attack didn't help Ryouga any and he was looking worse for wear. Eventually the streets became a little quieter with all the spectators around and the feeling of anticipation was building. The two stood idly across from each other with weary eyes, but for some reason something snapped in both of them and their expression became fierce, and then they gave it everything they had to charge at each other. The crowd of gathered spectators all started screaming, chain link fences were pushed back and forth for a better look, and the occasional beer bottle was tossed and broken on the street as every one went nuts with excitement.

 

Ranma almost tripped on a rock on his charge over to Ryouga, but maintained himself well enough to keep going. He raised one fist to plow Ryouga with, but Ryouga got in the first hit with an across the jaw maneuver. Ranma leaned to one side with the blow, but sling shot himself back with a backhand from his left and a follow up with his right. The two just stopped trying to block each other's blows and kept punching every chance they had to see who'd go down first. They just stood in one spot beating the living hell out of each other, neither falling nor missing a single shot. It was as if pain no longer meant a thing and bloody knuckles and broken bones were the only goals. Their arms eventually locked and Ryouga was winning the shoving contest, but what he didn't expect was for Ranma to make a disgusting snort with his nose, and hawk a vile chunk of yellow shit all over Ryouga's face. It stunned him enough to make his arms give up the tension they had and go limp for a second. Ranma had his hands full so he leaned in and planted some sharp teeth into Ryouga's shoulder and took out a small hunk of meat.

 

Ryouga let out a quick shriek and the crowd went wild. He ignored the pain as soon as he could, grabbed the hair on the back of Ranma's head and clocked him with a crushing blow, and just when he thought Ranma was going to fall back, Ranma reached out and pulled the same move and came in for a bonus head butt. Ryouga went to the ground and Ranma was on top of him with two fist-sized rocks in each hand and started wailing away. A woman in the crowd could be heard screaming, but weather it was with pleasure, or sympathy would never be known.

 

Once again as Ranma was on top of him, Ryouga raised both hands into the air and brought them down with that same earth shattering force he had before. Ranma saw the signs and jumped away as fast as he could, but after he heard the words, “Shattersphere!” he was stopped and pulled in towards Ryouga as if he instantly became the new center of gravity. Ranma knew what to expect and this time held his breath. It didn't help all that much and he was still sent flying away at sonic speed, along with all those pieces of broken earth coming at him at the same speed. The only up side this time was that his ears weren't ringing afterwards.

 

Once again some guy betting money on him helped Ranma up, but this time another guy punched him off Ranma, probably because he was betting on Ryouga, and then another fight broke out in the crowd. Ranma got to his own feet this time and looked across the road at Ryouga. His strength was starting to run on empty and he was breathing hard. Ryouga was on his knees and absolutely covered in a mixture of his own and Ranma's blood. The two still gave each other dirty looks, but neither knew how long they could keep going.

 

For no reason Ranma started laughing which then turned to coughing and hacking causing him to fall to his hands and knees. He spat something out and got back up while still chuckling. “What do ya say Ryouga? One last shot with everything we have left.”

 

Ryouga was still stuck in his head thinking about Ukyo and what this crazy Ranma would do to her if he died. He got up slowly and put his fists up. “Why would you hurt Ukyo…? Why attack her to get to me? Did I really drive you insane…?”

 

Ranma just shook his head trying to keep that smile on his face. “I'm perfectly sane Ryouga, I just don't care about any one any more. I'm going to die tonight anyways, so why not have as many of my old friends come with me as I go?” He laughed again and started concentrating like he did before. “I'm planning ahead, ya know? Cutting her up would ease my hate for you so much right now, just to know that you couldn't protect her. It would be some sick irony.”

 

“Shut the fuck up!” Ryouga got into position and started to build his chi like a motherfucker.

 

Ranma remained unfazed by Ryouga's actions and simply said, “It's time to die. Are you ready?”

 

Ryouga started focusing everything on Ukyo. The way she laid still and wouldn't wake up to the sound of his voice. He pictured all those tubes coming out of her and all the chemicals they pumped into her. The image of Ranma giggling and dissecting her with a scalpel came to his head and tears went to his eyes. “I'll never let you hurt her you sonovabitch… I'll never let you near her!” A bright red flaring battle aura engulfed his body. Every one in the crowd felt as though they had been pushed back by it and the visuals made it feel as though energy rushed through their scalps. It made the hair on the back of their necks stand on end and people started moving away.

 

Ranma just laughed and did the same with his blue aura. His laughing turned into shear hysteria as he felt that old feeling rush through his body. “You've never beaten me! Never! What's so different about now Ryouga!?”

 

“Everything! I'll fucking kill ya!” The tears in his eyes started rolling down his face and his body started to shake. “You want your last big shot!? Well here it is!” Ryouga pushed his hands forwards and unleashed holy hell straight at Ranma. “Shishi Hokoudan!” The red ball of Ranma's personal extermination rocketed across the street, tearing up what was left of the road as it went.

 

Ranma just kept grinning as the explosion of power rushed at him and he waited. He watched it coming at him as closely as he could and kept his chi up at full power with his aura flaring. Through Ryouga's scream came a city block wide scream from every one in the neighborhood and the only one smiling was Ranma. He waited till the last second, when the devastation of energy was only inches away from him that he completely dropped his aura and jumped in a way that a figure skater would. He spun in the air twirling like a fairy as the blast burst past him, but when he landed he looked more like an Olympic runner and then all of his chi came back to him.

 

Shooting a massive ki blast is sort of like taking a leak, once you start you can't really stop until you're done and Ryouga was far from done. Ranma focus all his energy to his legs and rushed down the streaming line of energy and towards Ryouga. The blast went right through the building behind Ranma and it started collapsing, but Ranma ignored it and ran at Ryouga sparing no fractions of a second he may have had to get to him. Ryouga watched in shock horror as Ranma pulled a gun out from his jacket and his eyes went wide with fear when he saw him load it with a clip from his pocket. Ryouga lost his breathe as he watched Ranma come at him and his screams of war quickly became a blood curdling of fear. Ranma had cheated the final shot and in under a second, Ryouga watched the barrel of the gun come to his head until he could only see a blurry shaft and feel something cold line up between his eyes.

 

No final words from Ranma and no chance for words from Ryouga, the only thing was a flash of memories before his eyes and Ukyo on his mind, then the gun pressed firmly against his head went off with a screaming bang. His head whipped back, his eyes sealed shut and he fell to the ground heading towards that pretty white light every one always talked about.