Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing's Knight Ranma ❯ Training (rw) ( Chapter 1 )

Hellsing's Knight Ranma

By Shinzuru

A Hellsing/Blade crossover.

Warning it's gonna be violent, bloody gory and damn funny as our hero is unleashed on the vampire population.

Lotsa swearing along with a fair amount of sexual references so be aware this is gonna be one hell of a ride.

[Telepathy]

`Thoughts'

I do not take credit for the Ranma 1/2 characters.
They are owned and created by Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 1: Training

***

12 years after Ranma's first meeting with Alucard…

Entering the office Ranma saw Integra sitting behind her oak desk leafing through some papers.

"Integra-sama presenting Ranma as requested."

Looking up Integra placed her papers down and motioned for Ranma to come closer.

"Good work Walter, stay a moment please….Alucard you should also come out for this."

"As you wish my master."

Fading out of the ever-present shadows Alucard stood next to Ranma, noticing that the boy was now a young man who stood eye to eye with him.

"Ranma today I would like to ask something very important of you….."

Taking a deep breath, Integra looked Ranma in the eye hoping beyond hope that he would accept her offer.

"For the past twelve years Alucard and myself along with various others have been training you to become a proficient vampire hunter, it is my decision to offer you a position in Hellsing as one of the knights, it is your choice whether you stay a solo hunter or to fight with the humans against the vampire infestation."

Looking at the serious faces of Integra and Walter Ranma then turned to Alucard who had his usual smirk, thankful for once that over the year's he had learned to control his quick tongue Ranma analysed the pro's and con's of becoming a knight.

"Lady what is the purpose of these knights?

"These men will like you hunt vampires and other demonic creatures that rise up and terrorise the citizens of this fair land."

"…but Lady master Alucard has said that even I am only a match for the weakest of true vampires…how do these men hope to win without any powers at all?"

"You have studied various means of slaying vampires and demons Ranma, you are well aware that vampires can be killed with normal weapons."

"I understand Lady but to do so would require a large amount of luck…not to mention lives."

"Yes Ranma these men go out there knowing that there is a high chance they will die at the hands of a vampire but they still go because who else will fight these fiends? There are only a handful of people like you Ranma and unfortunately the vampire population is more abundant than even you can handle.

So everyday men like these knights take up arms to protect what they know and care for, never underestimate the human spirit. These men will sacrifice their lives to ensure the survival of our race; unfortunately a lot of the men do fall in battle taking down just one vampire that is supported by its ghouls and familiars.

Your role will be akin to Alucard's where it will fall upon you to fight the vampires while the men ensure that the various minions leave you alone.

The reason I am offering you this chance to be part of the men is so that there will be hope among the ranks, every time the men face off against a vampire there numbers are halved….. and leaving friends dead on the battle field lowers morale.

Your inclusion into the ranks would provide an opportunity to interact with the men as well as form a bond between them and you."

"Lady are you saying men are needlessly dieing because they cannot fight true vampires efficiently."

"Don't get me wrong Ranma, these men can deal with everything but a true vampire without suffering losses…the only problem is we do not know when they would run into a true vampire as we are constantly sending out combat units to suppress the fiends. Hence by the time we learn of the type of the vampire they are fighting it is often too late to send Alucard or reinforcements to turn the tide before the original unit is wiped out.

Not only would you be on sight you would be able to judge the appropriate danger level before too many men are lost."

About to agree Ranma realised a key point that would be a hindrance to his joining the ranks.

"Will I have to use guns?"

Looking strangely at Ranma Integra nodded her head.

"You should know we have been using silver bullets against vampires since the invention of the gun…is there a problem?"

"I don't like guns. A real martial artist doesn't use guns or shouldn't have a need to."

"Ranma as a martial artist isn't it your duty to defend those you care for with everything you have?"

"Yes"

Ranma couldn't see where this was going.

"Then the use of guns maximises the power with which you can defend those you love, remember in these days if you fail it could mean death for those you care for."

Remembering the time Ranma thought Alucard had died because he was helpless against the onslaught of rifle fire, then his promise to do everything possible came to mind.

Ranma took up the katana because of that same promise, thinking of Blood's anger at Ranma's declamation that weapons were for weaklings'…heck it took him a week to find where she hid some of his body parts.

Accepting that a gun would be no different from the katana Ranma turned to Integra who saw the semi convinced look. .

"Don't you see Ranma a martial artist are trained to use the barest of force to overcome a foe but a warrior like a knight fights to his full potential because he knows that if he loses it would mean death of his loved ones…can you see the difference."

Thinking about it Ranma could see the failings of being a martial artist; loath as he was to admit it Ranma could see the justification of guns and excessive force.

Coming to a conclusion Ranma realised from the moment he became a vampire he stopped being a martial artist as Alucard had said so long ago.

`I guess old habits die hard, for the past few years I had convinced my self that I was a martial artist using different means to achieve victory, yet all this time I have been acting as a warrior. Using any and every available force to win.'

Dropping to his knees Ranma bowed his head.

"Lady Integra I accept your offer to join the ranks of the Knights of Hellsing."

"I am happy to see your acceptance Ranma. As of now you are a Squire in the Hellsing Organisation you are a Knight in training."

"Thankyou Lady"

[Well done apprentice you have made a wise choice. Learn the ways of the gun and protect those men who protect others. You will be the shield and they the sword.]

Bowing low Ranma felt a sense of purpose as he rose back up…. he was going to become a warrior, a knight to defend those who can't defend themselves.

"So be it. Ranma tomorrow you will join the Squires in the barracks at dawn, for now accompany Walter to the Quarter Masters stall there you will find your uniform and other essentials for military life….. and not Ranma you will not use your powers to make your uniform or polish you boots, you will do everything by hand like the rest of the men, during your training your are not allowed you use your vampire powers….outside of training you may otherwise that is all."

Looking at Integra Ranma couldn't help but notice the smiles on her and Alucard's face as he took his leave with Walter and exited the door.

"So Alucard what do you think of your not so young apprentice."

"He is coming along fine master, give Ranma time and he will adjust to using a gun."

"I'm surprised you never showed him yours. I wonder why didn't you Alucard."

"If I did my master then I would be wrongfully forcing Ranma down a path not of his choosing. If he saw my gun used actively then he would have felt obligated to join your men…. I did not want to take away Ranma's choice by wrongfully influencing him… this way the decision to join was his."

"You've changed Alucard, the old you would have done anything to get his way. It appears Ranma wasn't the only one to mature on his journey."

Smirking Alucard returned to the shadows as Integra sat back on her chair and began leafing through her papers.

***

Leaving Ranma at the door to the barracks Walter bowed to Ranma before handing him the duffle bag.

"Young master these will be your new quarters, you will train with these men in proper military procedures of working as effective combat unit.

It is time to put your past 2 years of military strategy and doctrine study with Integra-sama to good use."

Not one to forget about food Ranma was well aware of his diet of blood, couldn't see himself drinking blood in front of the men.

"Ummm Walter what do I do about food?"

"Do not worry young master you will be fed normal food like these men and during the night you will also be given the necessary blood to sustain you."

"Thanks…I don't know what I'd do without food."

"That's good young master."

Smiling Walter turned to leave.

"Walter can you call me Ranma, it sorta throws me off to hear you say young master….hell I've known you for more than 12 years and not once have I ever head you call me by my real name."

Smiling harder Walter began to walk away.

"As you command young master."

"Grrrrrrr….geee he really can get to me….I guess I'll have to get him back later on."

Turning to the building Ranma braced himself to be hackled by the men since he was the youngest member to be ever accepted by Sir Integra and typically it will cause trouble.

Walking into the barracks the first thing Ranma noticed that these men were between the age of 25 and 30. They all had the look of veterans; ex -SAS men and other Special Forces unit insignias littered the room.

Like Ranma the men noticed his presence and grouped around him wondering what a boy was doing in the barracks of an elite organisation that only accepted the elite of the elite.

A burly man approached Ranma and scowled at him from his nose although the two were of equal height.

`How dare the boy enter their barracks.'

"What are you doing here boy?"

Not fazed by the menacing man before him Ranma glared right back.

"The Lady sent me here because she said I would be training with the squires."

If not more so than before the man's scowl became more intense.

"You lie boy only the elite are allowed to become squires in the hope of becoming knights, not to mention these men are all over the age of 25 not 18 as you appear to be, you haven't even started to shave."

"I have every right to be here as you do."

For some reason this man reminded Ranma of the school bully that was at the school him and Uc-chan went to.

"Go away little boy."

Dismissing Ranma as no threat the man began to walk away only to have Ranma's duffle impact with a meaty thump against his head.

"Who're you calling little boy baboon face!"

"Grrrrr I'm warning you I'm going to kick your ass for that."

" Bring it on ass wipe!"

One of the numerous soldiers noticing a fight began to call out.

"Hey lads check this out, Smith's gonna take on the newbie."

So the chant of `fight fight' picked up as the men formed a ring around the two combatants. Bets began to take place on how long the boy would last against a seasoned fighter like Smith.

Ranma took up his battle stance while awaiting the man to attack.

"C'mon and fight me or are you afraid of me?"

Screaming in fury the man identified as Smith charged at Ranma with a right haymaker believing Ranma was full of fear and had entered a state of shock.

To his surprise and the rest of the men's surprise Ranma hoped up on the fist and ran up the arm to place a solid kick to his face sending Smith flying into the crowd.

Standing up dazed Smith glared at Ranma as he stood and watched the man get helped to his feet.

"That was quiet a kick boy."

"Thanks, but can you get the age right I'm 18…unless you're blind as a bat."

Getting back into their stances they prepared to get into the fight again.

Going into a quick dash Ranma leapt into a flying kick only to be pummelled into the ground as Smith used his elbow and brought it down on his head.

`Oohs and aahs and that's gotta hurt' echoed in the crowd as Smith picked the dazed Ranma and began punching him in the stomach.

Again to their shock they began to hear a soft laughing, soon becoming a gale of laughter as Ranma smiled back at the man.

Thinking he had hurt the boy bad Smith looked Ranma in the eye to see if he was delirious. Staring right back Ranma smiled at Smith.

"That was great! I guess it's my turn"

Disappearing from sight Ranma began to pummel the poor man in the stomach with normal human punches. With a final blow Ranma sent Smith sprawling to the ground.

"Fuck me….."

Was the general comment by most of the men.

The last coherent thought Smith had was `what the' before he saw the boy disappear and everything turned black…. oh did I forget it hurt like hell.

Opening his eyes Smith saw a fist held in front of his face. Smiling at the spirit of the boy Smith acknowledged his defeat.

"You win boy, that was some move there…mates?"

Ranma blinked, blinked expecting the man to continue fighting. He was so surprised that he didn't see the hand offered in truce until he felt the man tapping his shoulder.

"Mates?"

Taking the soldier's hand in his own Ranma smiled.

"Sure."

They held hands in friendship to the chorus of the cheering from the surrounding crowd who made space for the two battered fighters to sit down.

A short Japanese male approached Ranma and bowed to him while giving Smith a withering look.

"That was a good fight there, name's Yoshida…..hey Smith you owe me twenty for loosing."

"Ranma."

"Pleasure meeting you Ranma."

Ranma looked back and forth between the two men as the exchanged money, catching Ranma's curious glance Smith motioned for Ranma to sit.

The surrounding men seeing a story telling moment shushed themselves as Smith took centre stage.

"Well you see Ranma it's tradition here among the squires to challenge the newcomers to a fight, although generally the newcomer is a lot older than you….it took Yoshida over there a while to convince me that the rumours of a boy was joining our fine company of squires….so to be frank with you we wanted to see what was so special about you. You've got Great Spirit Ranma and I speak on behalf of the men that anyone who can whoop my ass is welcome aboard."

At the end of his speech Smith bowed and joined a group of men by the corner of the barracks leaving Ranma to his own devices.

Moments later a stocky man approached Ranma beckoning him over to his position. Picking his bag up Ranma hefted it over his shoulder and made his way through the crowd.

"Good morning squire Ranma I am Knight Sergeant Hiro I will be your company sergeant, that was a good fight there. You must understand that most of these men have struggled to gain positions within Hellsing; so seeing you waltz in here at your age was demeaning in their opinion. By fighting Smith you proved to them that there's more to you than your average boy."

"Thank you Sarge…*whap*!!!"

"That's Sergeant!! Squire, follow me I will show you your bunk. Once you're settled in go back to where the rest of the men are, you were the last recruit we were waiting for before we commenced training"

Arranging his equipment as shown by Sergeant Hiro Ranma returned to the briefing room to be given his orders like the rest of the squires.

***

Entering the briefing room Ranma saw the men arranged in a semi-circular seating pattern with the only free chair being next to Yoshida and Smith who waved Ranma over.

Smith smiled and patted the seat to his right.

"What took you so long Ranma, we thought we lost you."

"Nah it was just Sergeant Hiro giving me a pep talk."

Yoshida spoke up curiosity piqued by Ranma's mannerisms and speech.

"Tell me Ranma how come you don't sound like your every day teenager? You speak almost like a man twice your age."

Figuring that they would find out about his past anyway Ranma proceeded to detail his story of as much as he could remember from the time he was with his mum up, going through his training journey with his father and Alucard up until his induction into Hellsing with Sir Integra.

Unknown to Ranma the room had silenced as men became interested in his past and listened to a story they'd never forget.

When Ranma was finished he noticed the dead silence within the room, even some of the angered and shocked faces, the most evident on Sergeant Hiro's face as he stood in front of the men.

"Ummmm did I say something wrong?"

Sergeant Hiro took it upon himself to address Ranma on the topic since with a quick glance at the men Hiro saw that they were angered at the atrocities of Genma and the shocked at Ranma's heritage.

"No Ranma what you said was perfectly fine, it's just that some of us have trouble grasping how you survived through it all. Some of these men haven't had the honour of facing against familiars or even going through as much combat action as you have on your journey with Alucard. "

"I always had my hope with me Sergeant Hiro."

One by one the men rose out of their seats and approached Ranma and introduced themselves to Ranma and said they could count on them as friends.

Astounded at the overwhelming support for his presence within the company Ranma smiled and felt a warmth grow within himself as the men accepted him among their ranks.

Watching as the last soldier return to his respective chair/desk Sergeant Hiro yelled his orders.

"Attention!!!"

Coming to attention the men awaited orders; Ranma for once thankful for his study on military code thanked Integra again for making him practice military drill and instruction under her supervision in her office so that he could gain an `understanding' of discipline.

"Do you men understand what Hellsing's purpose is?"

In unison the men cried out.

"To slay evil and protect the crown!!"

"You men are all here with full knowledge of the consequences of failure."

"Sir yes Sir!"

"Should any man wish to leave do so now with no dishonour."

Silence greeted Sergeant Hiro's question.

"Good, take a seat. Your first training task is to evaluate your fitness level. This goes for all member of Hellsing no matter what your part in it is. Should you fail the test it will qualify as an immediate failure and expulsion from Hellsing.

Your fitness test will involve 100 push-ups, 50 chin-ups, 200 sit ups, 10km run in 20 minutes, a 2km swim and an obstacle coarse. Is there any man here who cannot do that?"

Once again silence, some men directed a glance at Ranma but when they think back to his performance against Smith they smirk to themselves and await the results of the test knowing that somehow Ranma will be with them in the end.

"Following your fitness test you will have a live fire exercise where your weapon skills will be evaluated with every known gun, after which your hand to hand skill with and without weapons will be tested. For those of you that make it to the end lessons will be given on combat strategies against ghouls and vampires and any other nasties out there.

From that point on you will repeat those mentioned exercises over and over again until you have perfected them into an art form. Are there any questions?"

Ranma raised his hand.

"Yes Squire."

"Sergeant I've never fired a gun before, asides from that I'm fine with everything else."

"Don't worry Squire you will be trained on weapon maintenance and usage on sight. It will be a good lesson for those men who have forgotten how to clean a gun."

"Any more questions?"

No one moved a muscle.

"No more questions good, when you are dismissed fallout into PT gear and assemble in the bullring."

"Company…. FALLOUT!!!"

***

Day 1…Fitness Test

Ranma approached his bunkmate Squire Nilson, a tallish Danish man with a South African accent.

"Ummm Nilson what is the bullring….I didn't know we kept bulls here on Hellsing grounds…at least I've never seen them before."

"You dope the bullring is just a name for that large patch of concrete out there where we do all of our exercises."

"Strange in all my reading's of military history I've never come across that term before"

"No that's just Sergeant Hiro's nickname for the parade ground…he sorta sees us as a bunch on animals whose duty is his to tame."

***

Entering the barracks Sergeant Hiro blew his whistle and started to abuse the men into hurrying up and forming up out in the bullring.

"Trust me to get stuck with a bunch of sissies…move it move it!!!!! Come on you are all veterans of your respective units…..so what the fuck is taking you all so god damned long!!!!"

Rushing out the men formed into their respective platoons and held their positions at attention.

Walking out of the barracks Sergeant Hiro stopped in front of the 3 platoons. The sight of 90 heavily muscled would have intimidated any other man except for Sergeant Hiro who had been doing his job for 10 years and had seen his fair share of men.

"Okay men today is your fitness test, do not fail it or else I will place my boot so far up you asses my knee will come out of your mouths!!!! Do you get me!!!!"

"SIR YES SIR!!!!"

"Good, drop down and give me 100 push-ups."

Thus the cruel and trying day began for the squire company of Hellsing.

2 hours later….

"It's time for chin-ups ladies, if any man can break the standing record of 100 which I can claim as my own I will give them my stripes."

Within second's everyman was trying to break 85, most stopped at 60 the closest being Smith at 78. Looking at the last person to go untested Sergeant Hiro saw Ranma sitting their looking worried.

"What's wrong Squire can't do 50 chin-ups?"

Ranma looked a bit embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Well sergeant I don't want your stripes."

"Huh……you mean you know you can beat my record…hahahahaha"

"Yes"

"Go ahead Squire."

10 minutes later on….

"Two hundred and fifty……two hundred and fifty one…..hmmmm what's wrong can't do any more Ranma?"

Looking up questioningly at Ranma Yoshida couldn't keep his surprise down as he kept on collecting money from weeping men.

"Nah Yoshida I'm not tired….it's just that I'm bored…."

Another wail of tears followed his statement which drew everyone's attention to Sergeant Hiro's sobs as he slowly unplucked his stripes off his jacket.

"ummmmm Sergeant Hiro, don't worry about it…it's nothing. I don't want your stripes, c'mon they're only strips of cloth."

"What…did….you….say squire? These stripes mean more to me than my life…they are my life!!!!"

Having second thoughts about his comment Ranma laughed and scratched the back of his head. Looking desperately for an avenue of escape Ranma saw the Lady approaching.

As then men saw Sir Integra approaching they all came to attention. Walking ever so slowly Integra stopped before the nervous Ranma and the stunned Sergeant Hiro.

"What's this I hear about a Squire gaining a promotion on his first day in Hellsing Sergeant?"

"Ummm Sir Integra it was a matter of honour, I made a wager that any man who could beat my record in the chin-ups could have my stripes….eheheh"

Looking through her glasses at the sweating Sergeant and the fidgety Ranma Integra could only smirk.

`You sure are a chaos magnet Ranma.'

"I will allow this promotion as a brevet rank, you sergeant will still hold this rank but you are now charged with the responsibility of training Sergeant Ranma into a proficient sergeant whom these men will follow. On a side note any other bets concerning ranks are invalid as of now."

Saluting once Sergeant Hiro stayed in that position until Integra had left. Letting out a sigh of relief.

1 hour later….

"Okay men here is the second last part of your test today, you've already swam your 2km. Congratulations Sergeant Ranma on winning that event. Now is your 10km run, good luck men and remember your time limit. Ready Set GO!!!!"

Sprinting off into the forefront Ranma set his pace to match Squire Nilson's breakneck run. Throughout the day Ranma and Andy, Squire Nilson's first name, had grown a minor rivalry between each other. Andy only coming second in the swim marginally.

Thus it was these two taking the lead for the run from start to finish with Andy taking the victory by a head.

"That was a good run Ranma, I didn't think someone of your age would be taking on men from elite units and beating them, I guess it goes to show why you're here."

"Thanks Andy."

"I still can't believe they let you keep the rank of Acting Knight Sergeant, I mean that position takes years to gain and here you are holding it on your first day here."

"Shuddup…I didn't want it but if the Lady says so then I guess that's that……besides the men have only shown me a token of respect"

"Hey Ranma give them time to get use to it….we all respect you for all the crap you put up with and add that to your combat experience it's no surprise Sergeant Hiro didn't back out of his promise. Hell we're surprised Sir Integra placed you as a squire instead of a knight straight away with the way you can handle familiars and vampires by yourself."

In Andy Ranma saw a friend like Alucard, Integra and Walter, a person willing to reach out and ignore prejudices and accept you as you are.

Approaching the two Sergeant Hiro gave a short clap congratulating the two on breaking the Hellsing record by a good minute at 15:24 minutes. Turning to face the men as the last of the stragglers came across the line at 18 minutes Sergeant Hiro felt a sense of pride to be with a group of men who cold put professional Olympians to shame.

"Good work men, I'm glad to see that so far all of you have made it this far. This last section is the obstacle coarse and I shit you not it will be a bitch to finish."

"Sergeant Ranma form them up and send them through."

"Yes Sergeant, second platoon on the ramps. First section go in 3….2…1…GO!!!"

Watching Ranma give orders like a season NCO the men of the Squire Company couldn't help but feel that they were not cheated a position as Ranma carried himself like he was born to lead, as they say it is better to have a natural leader than one who has been taught to be one.

With his orders the men dashed of into the obstacle coarse climbing up ropes and crossing mud pits.

Watching Ranma, Hiro had to smile at the boys' tenacity to actually hold a position of sergeant without having any of the men question it. In a way Hiro was glad to teach Ranma to become a sergeant, pulling him aside during the intervals of rest between the events and testing him on his military knowledge which to Hiro's surprise went far beyond his own, asides from the lack of experience Ranma was ready for the job.

Ranma was a sponge for information, already the boy was giving orders like a seasoned soldier and he knew the proper procedures. Sergeant Hiro new that to be a real leader you must have the conduct of one, telling someone to do something is entirely different form ordering someone to do it. Hiro was simply astounded at men's reaction to Ranma's confidence, following orders without a second thought secure in their leaders confidence it their decision…that is what makes a true leader.

Now watching as Ranma batted orders to the Squires, Hiro couldn't help but see the irony that age difference didn't mean a thing to Ranma considering his experience with demons Ranma only saw and respected a person for his values rather than his looks. I guess watching the boy keep his own end up and even do better then most of them in training has gained him the respect of those men…god knows he earned it when he retold his story to the men in the briefing room.

`I guess time will tell whether Ranma deserves that position or not.'

3 hours later….

The end of the fitness had come and all the men were weary and sore to boot. For some it brought back fond memories of boot camp for most it was just hell. But it was a hell they all had to live with and thankfully all made it through.

As the men piled into the showers as dusk established itself Ranma felt a presence stirring which brought a smile to his face.

[Master you're awake!]

[Ahhhhh my apprentice, it appears you are in higher spirits on this day, do tell the reason for your uplifted spirits]

As the sun fell below the horizon Ranma retold the events of today and his promotion to Sergeant.

Out of darkness Alucard formed himself next to Ranma who was still staring towards where the sunset.

"You handled yourself exceptionally well in gaining the trust of the men with your story and over abundance of confidence."

"Thanks master…hmmm hey! Are you saying I'm egotistical."

Handing Ranma a blood bag Alucard smirked.

"I'm pretty sure with that confidence of yours you could use it as a weapon against your enemies."

Pausing for a moment the two looked at each and broke into gentle laughter at the absurdity of it.

"I try my best my master."

***

Day 10….Rifle Range

"Take aim….fire!!!!!!"

Watching with satisfaction Sergeant Hiro looked as the targets fell under the hail of bullets from the various weapons. To his right on the separate range he could see Squire Nilson teaching Ranma the use of each weapon from the m-249 SAW to the m-90 rpg.

As Ranma stood over the various weapons the prior dislike for them faded with an unhealthy pleasure he gained with every round and recoil felt and fired.

Picking up the 12 inch 50cal Desert Eagle AE Ranma hefted the gun testing it's weight before pointing it at a target and firing in rapid succession, normally the recoil of the gun would have broken a man's wrist but one must remember Ranma is a martial artist enhanced with vampire blood.

"I like it."

"Blam!!"

"I really like it."

The bloodlust enhanced with the adrenalin of firing weapons caused Ranma's canines to elongate. Worrying Andy a bit as he watched a glob of saliva hit the ground….'maybe it was a bad idea to introduce Ranma to high powered firearms.'

"Hahahaha…Blam!!! Blam!!! Blam!!!"

Looking to his right from the Armalite rifle he was servicing Andy stared in sick fascination as Ranma used a rabbit as target practice reducing the poor critter into bits of fluff covered in red goo with his newfound love for the Desert Eagle.

"Blam!!! Blam!!! Click…ahhhh nuts out of ammo."

"Ranma I think it's dead….."

"I know that Andy, I was just seeing how many times I could hit the damn thing before the bits became too small to hit"

"……."

"Oh look another one!!!"

Holding his had to his face Andy shook his head.

"Ratatatatatatatatatat!!!!!!"

"Ranma you do not use an M-60 to shoot rabbits…have you ever heard of the word over kill?…..ummmm Ranma put the M-90 down…Ranma…..RANMA!!!!"

***

The End… for now

Author's notes:

Hmmmm I like it.

I'm open to ideas to cameo character's Ranma can pick on throughout this series.

Review away fanfic readers.

C&C to Shinzuru@westnet.com.au