Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Stop The Rock ( Chapter 30 )

Stop The Rock

(Apollo 440 - Stop The Rock)

 

 

When Hikori pulled into the docks he spotted Ranma immediately, but what Ranma was doing was beyond him. From the looks of things she was swinging wildly at something with a broken off showerhead. Hikori wanted to ask two question when he got out; the first one was what Ranma was swinging at and the second was where the hell she got a showerhead from, but there was a question that took priority over both. “Where're my smokes?”

 

Instantly Ranma turned with a finger to her lips, “Shhhh! It's close by…”

 

“What?” Hikori caught a glimpse of the intoxicated look in Ranma's eyes. She staggered around both tired and afraid with sketchy eyes looking in every direction and when she didn't answer him, he raised his voice. “What!? What's close by?”

 

Ranma turned around and looked at him sharply while stepping slowly towards him with a hunched expression. “Those little evil bastards… Hairy and greasy all over… Glowing eyes…” Ranma described them, as she would have if it had been an invader from space. “Claws like you wouldn't believe. Look here! It got me right under the eye!”

 

Ranma did in fact have a small scratch under her eye, but Hikori looked unimpressed. “You tried kicking a cat again didn't you?”

 

Ranma looked morally offended and gave him a dirty look. “It attacked me first! You don't know them like I do…”

 

“Sit down.”

 

“What?”

 

“Sit!” Hikori pointed his finger straight at the ground and Ranma continued looking angry as she sat down. Hikori then sat down in front of her cross-legged and said, “Now take three deep breaths.” Ranma closed her eyes and did so. “Good, now where are you?”

 

“I'm in my anxiety bubble.”

 

Hikori nodded. “Now what did Doctor Quant say?”

 

Ranma moved around uncomfortably and said, “He said that there is nothing to fear from cats. They are more scared of me then I am of them.”

 

Hikori nodded. “Good, now take three more breaths and tell me how you feel.”

 

Ranma just started looking angry again. “It's not working… I told you he was a quack!”

 

Hikori sighed. “Not this again… Please…”

 

“He stuck his finger up my bum! How can I trust a man like that!?”

 

Hikori then rolled his eyes. “Ranma… You were at a high risk of having prostate cancer. He had to do it and he did it as professionally as one could do a proctology exam.”

 

“He was in there for hours!”

 

“Twelve seconds actually… He just gave your prostate a scratch and was out in no time.” Hikori corrected.

 

“A scratch? That was no scratch that was an archeological dig! I mean seriously. What was he expecting to find? The Holy Grail perhaps? Maybe a long lost Shakespearian sonnet. For the amount of fishing around he did, he must have been excavating for the Lost Ark. There was enthusiasm, I swear!”

 

Hikori was starting to look away with a sneer and said, “Look Ranma. I'm not comfortable with talking about your anus and the many adventures it has had to endure. In fact I can live easier if we never mentioned it again, so shut up already. Also we're leaving the topic of your phobia long behind us and I can only assume that it has now become a moot issue with you. Now get the fuck in the car and lets get out of here.”

 

 

It was a tad annoying because only moments before Ranma had been both energetic and speaking in full coherent sentences, but not anymore. Her head was against the window; she was getting ready to fall asleep again and now mumbling something about gophers. Yes it was wearing mentally on Hikori, but then again he wouldn't want Ranma any other way at the moment. “Do you understand what I want you to do?” He asked with a hopeful tone.

 

Ranma blinked a few times and smartly said, “Huh?”

 

Hikori sighed and grabbed a fist full of Ranma's hair on the back of her head and turned her head to face him. “Ok, I want you to listen to me this time.” Ranma nodded and sort of stared at him like he was an astonishing, yet believable speckle throated galloping five-toed yak. “Ok, once we get back I want you to slip into the back in the disguise I got for ya, and then I want you to flash the vest we whipped up for ya. Understand.”

 

“Uhhh…” she moaned with a glazed look in her eyes.

 

Hikori looked at her suspiciously for a moment and then snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. She neither responded nor flinched, but she did start snoring. “Oh, for fuck sakes! How can you possibly sleep with your eyes open!?” In a blind rage Hikori pulled the still steaming cup of coffee he had out of the cup holder and drenched Ranma in an instant. Ranma was awake and a man again, but before he could remember where he was, Hikori said, “Look this way.”

 

“Wha-” and to Ranma's misfortune, Hikori had quite a convenient water bottle under his seat, which when Ranma turned his head he got a heavy stream of water in the face turning him back into a girl. After that Ranma just stared at Hikori with both a look of shock and confusion. For some reason anger never made it to her face. “Where am I!? Who are you!?”

 

“I'm your fucking partner in crime damnit!”

 

Ranma shook her head. “Right!”

 

Hikori brought the car to a halt where a small group of men were gathered. They both got out and Ranma started shaking to clear it while Hikori walked around and grabbed her arm firmly. “Get over here!” Before Ranma could figure out what was going on she was sat down in a small office with a shit load of rummies in, out and around the place she was in and was now looking around dumbfounded. Things seemed to happen so fast that it wasn't until there was a needle half buried in her arm that time seemed to slow down and get back to the right pace. Ranma gave a look at the needle pumping something into her arm and she just looked up at Hikori, but before she could ask, he answered. “It's adrenaline. It'll keep you from nodding off.”

 

“Oh, ok…” Normally Ranma wouldn't trust anything Hikori had to inject into her due to the bumpy drug induced past of Hikori but she could trust one thing. He knew how to handle a needle with as little pain as possible; however the next thing she found herself doing was both strange and foreign to her. She was eating instant coffee right out of the jar. “Is this safe…?”

 

Hikori shrugged. “I'll be damned if I know, but what I do know is that shit'll keep you all nice and wired.”

 

“Yeah… I think I'm feeling it…”

 

Hikori smiled. “Good, now finish up that jar quick, we've got some killin' to do.”

 

Ranma ate another scoop and asked. “What's the plan again?”

 

“Ok, here it is. You're going to go into that building down the street, pretend that you're a stripper and get every one out of that building.” Hikori seemed to smile to himself as if what he'd just said explained everything, but something didn't sit well with Ranma.

 

“I was nearly raped no less then fifteen minutes ago and you now want me to go put on some booty shorts and go flying tits and ass first into a crowd of very dangerous and very horny gangsters while Yakuza kicking every door along my way.” A slight pause, then “Hikori, you're the most insensitive fuck stick I've ever met.”

 

“Firstly, `Yakuza kick' is a discriminating term used to describe a certain group of people that use a unique `handshake', so as to not offend anyone it should be called the `Japanese Business man kick'. Secondly, I wish you'd get over it, it's in the past.”

 

“Fuck the Yakuza and fuck you ya smart ass! It was fifteen minutes ago!”

 

“Yes exactly, the past. Now put on the booty shorts and go be a hoe bag!” There was a finalization in Hikori's voice that somehow got Ranma to do what he wanted, even though it took about half an hour to do it. Within this half hour though there was much confusion with the matter and plan at hand along with much arguing. About five minutes in the original plan was abandoned, but at around the eight-minute mark the plan was rediscovered without any complaint, until that is when the eleventh minute came and the topic of the booty shorts came up again where as the plan was once again abandoned. Then the real confusion started because it was around the twenty second minute mark that Ranma finally agreed to the booty shorts and for reasons that could only be blamed on him still being a little high, he had both disagreed with the plan, but agreed to the booty shorts, which confused a few people because he had turned back into a man and was now wearing them. The remaining minutes were spent clearing up the issues, turning Ranma back into a girl, and driving her down the street to the back door where all the strippers were entering for Jasper's party. The only problem was that Ranma no longer had the booty shorts, but did agree to a bit of makeup to cover up the few scratches on her face. Hikori was just glad that Ranma was such a naturally cute girl that booty shorts and makeup didn't really matter, however passing for a stripper would be tough but Ranma had all the ability to get in on her own.

 

And so she Ranma did, only she wasn't inconspicuous about it. She had thrown the person who had answered the door into a dumpster without once thinking that the pretty lady with fake boobs and plastic heels wasn't a bouncer. Hikori watch with a bit of embarrassment as Ranma finished shoving a stripper into an oversized trashcan and enter the building looking around wildly in the most unconvincing display of secrecy he'd ever seen. Hikori was starting to have regrets for sending Ranma in, but then again he needed someone crazy to do what he wanted and since Ranma fulfill this tiny requirement, she was the only choice he had. Hikori felt like crying and lighting a candle for his soon to be dead friend, but instead he lit a smoke and called up Jerico. “Ok, get every one into position. This is going to be so goddamn cool!”

 

 

After a few minutes, Ranma discovered that she was lost, and not just lost, but Ryouga lost. The interior of the building was confusing and it seemed to have several floors. It felt like she was wandering through a miniature mall that was converted into some sort of living quarters. Wide isles complete with furnishings told her that this was a meeting place for large groups of people, but she should have already known that, it was just very unexpected.

 

What Ranma was expecting was some loud music with flashing lights and naked women everywhere, but there didn't seem to be any music or flashing lights anywhere. The naked women were around because she had walked right through the changing room to get in, but they weren't the only ones about. There were people around that was easy enough to tell with all the muffled voices heard coming from the walls and ceiling, but it was getting to them that was the hard part. It was as if there was a secret door somewhere leading to where all these hit men and thugs where, but it was impossible to find. I could have been because that the so-called secret door was actually just in a corner and Ranma had walked by it about nine times, but what she ended up doing was following a couple strippers going up and sneaking in when she assumed it was safe.

 

When she stepped in only a few noticed her but discarded her as just another stripper and didn't think much of it, but on the other hand she became slightly scared. Right away she saw all of the people in the same league as her and all were divided into nice little sections with black curtains to make makeshift half-walls around each area for privacy and the center portion being the main mingling section. In one part were all of the boys in the hood so to speak, and in another were the Yakuza showing off their famous business greeting kick although it wasn't a door they were doing it to, but a serving man that happened to ruin a fine suit with a curry of some kind. For a moment Ranma was interested because each section had it's own set of strippers. The bikers had some whip brandishing woman in leather chaps and cleavage you could ski down, while the Yakuza seemed to have one of the most disturbing displays of school girls that couldn't possibly be legal. From lolita's to Amazon's in the main areas and fags to trannies in the far corners, Jasper had found them all and brought them here to entertain his guests, but where was Jasper himself in all of this?

 

Ranma saw some lady with what could only be described as bazooka boobs complete with an American flag rocket bra that just barely concealed her massive titties. She was an import that was for sure; they just didn't build them like that here in Japan. Ranma rationalized this and decided that Jasper was a Yankee, so this must have been his section and thus was a good place to take a peek. As Ranma walked towards the section she did her best to remember what Jasper looked like.

 

He was a tall thin man with a long face, and jet-black hair streaked lightly by gray strands of age. And the eyes… The eyes were unforgettable. Yellow piercing eyes, like they belonged to some mystical yet utterly insane dragon. They were cold and empty like they belonged to a man that had seen death more times then he should have. They were scary eyes that could burn through yours and rape your mind. Now that Ranma thought about it she couldn't for the life of her think about how she concealed her identity to him the first time. He looked at her and without a word demanded all her secrets; maybe it was when Boris distracted him that he stopped gazing into Ranma's soul and accepted the lie for truth. Still… Thinking back, she came close to saying her name… “Ranma Soatome…”

 

Then like a dog to a whistle many words stopped and then many eyes turned to her. It wasn't everyone in the room, but everyone within earshot of the name Ranma had just mistakenly uttered under her breath. While a few people looked at her silently she couldn't help but think, `those are some good eyes he's got.' She had almost stopped walking, but willed herself to keep going so as to not raise suspicion, but it was too late. Mid stride her arm was grabbed and she was being pulled away by a shady looking character and a few of his buddies closed in behind her so no one could see what was going on from behind. It didn't take long to get where they were going because it was just a public bathroom, but now the door was locked and in the room was Ranma and three men. “You've got some guts saying that name out loud lady and it should only be said for a good fucking reason. Now answer my questions or I'm gonna start smacking ya around. Is that guy here?”

 

Ranma just shrugged with a passive smile. “Not sure.”

 

He looked at her questionably and asked. “Do you have a wire on and are you talking to him?”

 

“Nah, just thinking out loud.”

 

The man then picked up Ranma with some ease, sat her on a sink and pulled out a knife. “I don't believe you. Tell me. Am I going to have to search you myself or are you gonna come clean?” The man seemed to grow a few inches over her as he leaned over her with cold eyes.

 

Ranma looked his face over and saw a few scars flecked here and there, and then at his head where his hair was thinning out into a bald spot. “You're a real ugly fucker aren't ya?”

 

The man smiled and let out a single amused throaty laugh. He then flashed the knife in front of her and said, “I'm gonna enjoy tearing off all your clothes. Maybe a bit of humiliation will smarten you up.” He then pushed Ranma's legs apart and started unbuckling her belt.

 

“Shouldn't you start a little higher? Like here?” Ranma pulled open her coat and the man froze seeing something that sent him into a state of still panic. “Besides I don't like it when another guy tries to undress me.”

 

This line confused the man for a brief moment, which was long enough for Ranma to grab the back of his head and chin and twist his head around. The sudden sound of bolts in a blender startled the other two men and they were astonished to see that their boss who was questioning the young woman, had just turned his head 180 degrees to look at them. “Duke!” One man yelled, but Ranma had pulled the gun out of the dead man's holster and used a hand full of his coat as horrible silencer that somehow got the job done. She closed her coat and dragged the three bodies into a stall with a `business as usual' expression on her face and once she was done shoving in the man with permanent taco neck syndrome, she unlocked the door and cracked it open to see if anyone was waiting outside for her, and for once she was in luck, or so she thought.

 

Ranma took two and a half steps and stopped to briefly look at a stripper that seemed strangely familiar, but she was turned around so she couldn't tell for sure. Then, against her own will, Ranma said something to a stripper she never wanted to say in her life. “Mom?” The woman with the g-string dance around slowly waving her ass to this sections music and for a brief moment Ranma had the most sickening crawling feeling in her chest, like there was a huge hairy spider inside and setting up a nest. However as the stripper turned, Ranma saw that the face was completely different, and it was only the hairstyle that looked the same.

 

Ranma turned away quickly with a look of relief and said, “Thank god for that…” but as she let out this breath of relief another shock of horror passed through her.

 

Jasper Garino was standing right there in front of her and looking at her with those golden yellow eyes. He remembered her and from her look she remembered him. They both just stood their looking at each other, until Jasper broke the awkward moment. “There's something I really don't like about you. Did I make a mistake letting you walk away last time?”

 

Ranma then said something she shouldn't have. With a shrug of her shoulders and a passive smile she said, “Yeah, probably.” Immediately Ranma pulled out the stolen gun and meant to fire it, but once again Jasper was inhumanly quick with his own. By the time Ranma had her gun pointed at Jasper's knee, Jasper had already pressed his firmly against Ranma's chest. “Wow… How did you get so fast?”

 

“You have to eat your greens.” Ranma was then disarmed and Jasper was dragging her away by the throat towards the section he was hiding in.

 

A few people scattered out of the way as Jasper threw Ranma into a chair with a gun at her head and even despite this she had the gull to look around and say, “I wouldn't have pegged you for a guy into ladyboys.”

 

“I'm not stupid lady and I think it's wise to stay in a place where my enemies wouldn't expect to find me. Besides, I'm not her here to check out a bunch of gross surgically remastered men. I'm here on business, how about you? You're not here to peel and I'm thinking back at Boris's place you weren't there to peel either. Was I right to think you're an undercover cop?”

 

Ranma shook her head in almost a bored expression. “Nah, I'm not a cop, but I'm surprised you don't know me yet.”

 

Jasper went very silent for a moment and for the first time so far his henchmen actually moved beside him and also eyed the girl in front of them suspiciously. Jasper looked at her with those penetrating eyes and asked, “What's your name?” He said it slowly like he was getting ready to shoot her, but then a sound filled the air. It was quick and it sounded like a small digital beep, but anyone listening passed it off as something from a digital watch.

 

Ranma just smiled again and this time spoke with a flirtatious voice. “How about we have some fun first and then I tell you my name.”

 

She started unzipping her coat slowly and Jasper had an expression that was both astonished and nostalgic. “You better not be…” The rest of this line was probably `trying to tempt me with sex' or something but as she unzipped her coat he saw something that took the words out of his mouth. It was a vest with an alarming amount of explosives strapped to it and it wasn't the normal amount that you seen in the movies or on a standard jihad involving leveling buildings and bridges. This was an insane amount of the newest and most volatile shit on the market, and as if that weren't enough, there were many pipe bombs strapped to it with bundles of nails wrapped around them. Something was going to be destroyed and afterwards there wasn't going to be much of it left.

 

Jasper just stared at the thing that covered Ranma's torso, but oddly enough he was the only one that wasn't shaking. Ranma just kept smiling at him with that same passive look. “In case you haven't figured it out, I'm Ranma Soatome and I am not happy with you right now.”

 

“So the rumor was true you're actually a woman. I find that quite funny actually; I have pictures of when you dressed up like a man. It seems I've had my boys chasing the wrong person.” Even though Jasper said it was funny, he barely cracked a smile.

 

“Actually your boys couldn't find me because they're a bunch of useless twats.” Ranma corrected. “Now what say we play a game? I call it ten second scramble.”

 

Jasper pointed down at the vest with his gun and said, “I've got a grand that says that thing is fake.”

 

Ranma came back with, “And I've got a grand that says you can't get out of this building in ten seconds.” Ranma pulled out a metallic stick that she was half sitting on with her finger firmly pressed down on the button. “When my finger leaves this trigger, this place is blown this to shit. Shall we start?”

 

Before Jasper could answer one of his men got cold feet and yelled, “BOMB! Every one out!”

 

As if it were a well rehearsed school fire drill every one heard the message and were up and out at breakneck speeds. There were screams and yelling as everyone pushed their way to the doors and Ranma took a moment to watch it. “I guess the game's on.” She looked back at Jasper, the only one in the booth who hadn't moved. “You ruined my life Jasper, and you forced a trusted friend to kill someone I dearly loved. Now it's my turn to ruin your life. One…”

 

When Ranma got to two, Jasper decided to make a run for it and when he ran, he ran fast. The man could twist and turn between people and practically leap over some ones shoulders if he wanted to, but his most redeeming factor was that he turned and actually considered shooting Ranma. By the time she said eight, everyone was downstairs and out of the large meeting room. She chuckled and said, “Happy new years!” and released the button.

 

 

A red light went off on a little device that Hikori was holding and right when he saw it he shouted. “Now!” All of Hikori's gunmen and rummies came out of hiding and surrounded the building all locked and loaded. Then a flood of hitmen, gangsters, mob men and thugs in general all burst out of the building and towards their cars, and that's when it happened. A deafening sound of two hundred guns filled the air and lit up the house with glares of orange flashing light. Many died before they could back up into the building again and as for the lucky ones that kept running and made it too their cars, found their luck running short as the started up their cars only to have them explode. Behind all of this was Hikori, the orchestrator of this symphony of destruction. He had his favorite assault rifle firing away and waving around much like a maestro would. When most of them were dead Hikori stopped to reload and as he did so he pulled the smoke out of his mouth and yelled, “I love my fucking job!”

 

Annoyingly enough Jasper was in the back of the crowd when the firing started up, so he managed to avoid it altogether, but now he knew for sure that the vest was a fake. He started running towards the stairs up to personally kill Ranma, but stopped when he heard a voice. It was male and talking into a radio. “You bastard! You told me it wouldn't explode!” There was a muffled sound in response and the voice cut it off. “No! I wasn't expecting an explosion at all! The graffiti and hot water bottles blowing up on me like that made me almost shit myself! I thought I was watching my organs fly around!” Then Ranma saw Jasper at the bottom of the stairs and said, “Call ya back later.” He threw his miniature radio away and looked down at Jasper with a wide grin and open arms. “Buddy! You're alive!” Then his face grew dark and he lit one of the pipe bombs he had pulled off his vest. “Guess I'm gonna have to change that.”

 

Jasper looked up that the man that he had been tracking for a while now and was confused. This person was wearing the exact same clothes that the chick was wearing, but was wet, had different colored hair and was about a foot taller. “If that was Soatome, then who the hell are you?”

 

The fuse burned down and gave it a gentle underhand toss. “The name's Ranma Soatome, but you already knew that.”

 

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(Apollo 440 - Stop The Rock: I'm trying to keep updates frequent I swear. Next chapter I'm gonna try and do something a little different. I wouldn't want Jasper to be 'just another guy' with a body bag on layaway. Till next time.)