Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Dragons of Shame ❯ Chaptire five ( Chapter 5 )

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By: monkeyking2089
This was the first chapter I had written in several years for the story. SO it is going to sound weird

Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai / Action / Shoujo | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.04.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 236 | Status: Work In Progress

 AN: SO, everyone…Jessy is finally BACK! WHEE! My apologies for the prolonged wait of updates…I was going through…well, life. Ahaha. I'm currently in college and am having a wonderful life; bereft of drama and any other object/people I have considered thorns in my side. So, yes, yay for me and my smexiness! Ahaha, I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and the soon to come updates/fixing of the other stories (if anyone is still interested in checking out this stuff) well, here it is: Chapter five of Dragons of Shame
      Ranma walked into the empty, dark house, flowers in hand. Once he turned the light on, he set them on the dining room table. He hoped she liked them, and that they would aid in her forgiving his cruel words. It wasn't that he meant to hurt her, in fact, that was the last thing he wanted. As her only child, and the only real “man” in her life, he felt it his duty to protect her by any means necessary. However, her resentment towards him was not supposed to fit into any of his plans.
      He furrowed his brow and sighed heavily, walking up the stairs towards his room. He couldn't just trap his mother in the house and keep her out of world's view forever, let her become unhealthy as well as unhappy. No. That would never happen, he would NEVER do that to his beloved mother. “But it would be so much easier if you did, you know.” Said a tiny voice in his head.
      “No, it would not.” Ranma muttered out loud. This wasn't the first time that tiny little bastard of a voice had attempted to dictate his actions. When he killed the referee in a demon tournament, it hadn't been by accident. No, it only seemed like that.
      Normally, Ranma would never have thought about killing the ref. No, no, not Ranma Death, straight “A” student, and upstanding teenage citizen. No. But when the Referee had called a foul, earlier…oh, something inside of Ranma awoke. A tiny voice, just barely above a whisper said, “What does sheknow? She doesn't even fight! She only stands there with her microphone and her short skirts. What could she possibly know?”
      And Ranma had agreed, but quickly shook the thought out of his mind. During the fight, the voice returned, louder this time. “You will never win with this referee. She's been paid off! Kill her. You know that is the only solution to be judged fairly. She's involved with this demon. She's FILTH. Kill her, Ranma. Do it.” But Ranma was shaking his head, fighting the urge to turn his attack towards the referee.
      “No!” he argued with himself “NO! I will not”
      “You have to Ranma! What will your mother say when you come home defeated because of that trash? DO IT. KILL her, Ranma. KILL HER.” And with an enraged cry, he did it. It was painful, to do. Not because of the morality of the situation, no, that was the least of his worries. His body, inside and out, literally PAINED, he felt as if his pores were screaming in protest, there was a loud noise, a wave of heat, and then…dust.  
Dust and rubble was scattered around him and the stadium.
      “What…?” ; And then all was silent. But everyone in the stadiums was screaming and cheering. He had won the match! He would go to the finals! But then the judges were yelling something, and the dead referee girl's body was being dragged out of the rubble. Everything was still silent. Someone was grabbing him, trying to pull him what was left of the arena. Ranma looked up at the flashing board, “DISQUALIFIED” was plastered across his picture. The crowd was roaring in protest, calling his name, DEMANDING his name. But the judges were leaving.
      And he was still being tugged, finally the sound returned and he seemed to come back to reality. “DISQUALFIED?!” He roared angrily, the voice inside his head was no longer egging him on; this was all Ranma “YOU DARE TO DISQUALIFY ME? IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! THE STUPID GIRL SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN STANDING THERE! I DEMAND A REMATCH! COME BACK HERE! COOOOME BACK!!!”
      The sound of the door opening brought Ranma back to the present time; he was standing in the middle of the stairs, apparently having stopped climbing while lost in his memory. Botan was home. Ranma turned around and raced back to the living room to not only find his mother but also her editor, Ken Saotome sitting on the couch together. The looked up as he walked into the room.
      “Ranma!” Ken greeted happily, standing up and holding his hand out. Ranma ignored the gesture and stared at his mother.
      “Mom.” He said softly, trying to keep his voice calm as the little voice bellowed angrily about the stranger in their home. “I'm glad you're back.” Botan said nothing to him, and instead turned towards Ken.
      “Thank you very much for a lovely day, Ken.” She said sweetly “I hope we can set up another wonderful day again.”
      Ken smiled and shot a nervous glance in Ranma's direction, Botan continued to ignore her son. “Would you like me to walk you to the door, Ken?” she asked, before taking his arm and leading him to the front door, Ranma bit his lip and closed his eyes as they walked by. She was still angry with him. Very angry. The little voice in his mind was laughing.
“Looks like your mother has a found a new object of affection.” It chortled “Does that not anger you? You let yourself become weak, and now look: you've lost her. How terrible. What will you do?”
“I'm not angry.” Ranma grumbled, his eyes growing dark. “She deserves to be happy.”
“Shouldn't yoube what makes her happy? Is it truly necessary for her to seek…outside interference?”
“She deserves to be happy…I can't give her `that' kind of love…”
“Heh heh heh heh…” Ranma shuddered and put his hands over his ears, as if it could help “You can't block me out, Ranma. I know everythingabout you. I know what you think, what you feel…everything…you want to killKen, don't you?”
“NO!” Ranma whimpered. Why was this happening to him? What was this thing?
“No?” mused the voice “Ah…you don't want to kill Ken…you want to kill yourmother…don't you?”
Ranma growled angrily and hit his head a few times, making the voice stop. He looked around him and found his mother had already gone upstairs and had not even roamed into the dining room to see the flowers. He sighed and waited for the voice to perk up again, but thankfully it didn't. With another heavy sigh he then went up to his room for bed.
 
The voice didn't bother him for the rest of the night.
 
AN: haha, yes , a different approach. But it will all make sense later. Oh yes, it will. :D Please, comment, critique. TELL me what you think! Good night, darlings.