Okay people, i decided to pump this sucka' out today.
"weird" should be over-hauled by friday. "pigtailed
promise"(all new fic) out by wednesday. i tell ya,
i have too much time on my hands.
Foreword: Don't worry! This part was unoffensive but there's plenty more
risque fun when you find out what Ryoga has that _is_ big...
in Part III!
Ryoga's Big What?!
Part II
by PhoneyNT
Ranma-chan's eyes blinked open. The steel had left her mouth. She started
to breathe a sigh of relief when a hand clapped over her lips. She looked up
to see Ryoga, with blood streaming out of his nose and his eyes wild with...
what was that they were wild with?
"Wuh...wow...!" Ryoga babbled.
Ranma-chan looked panic stricken at the fondling hands that wouldn't stop.
She kicked and struggled, but Ryoga's weight was too much for her female body
to escape. He was sitting on her legs.
"What's with this pervert streak?" Ranma-chan wondered desperately.
"Ouch!" Ranma-chan tried to say when Ryoga started twisting her flesh.
Ryoga absent-mindedly chuckled with glee. "Hee hee hee!"
"Ryoga! What are you doing?" came a new voice from behind.
Ryoga's nosebleed, which had already slowed, stopped completely. He turned
around.
"Honestly, I know you and Ranma are enemies, but aren't you going a little
far to hurt him now?" Akane inquired.
Ryoga gasped and panicked. "I--I didn't mean it! Please! I'm not like
that!" He thought to himself, "I can't believe I allowed lust to separate
my mind from Akane...something must be done now!"
Ranma-chan got up and dusted herself off. "Why are you here, Akane?"
"Well, I noticed you weren't in your tent and I wanted to make sure you
weren't messing around again..."
Ranma replied sarcastically, "Well, thanks for your concern."
"Ranma! You were fooling around even though you're Akane's fiance?"
"What? Did anyone even say I was, Ryoga?"
"That's it! I cannot allow this...this travesty to continue!"
Up came the pistol. Akane gasped in shock. Ranma threw herself to the
right, changed directions, and flying low to the ground, blazed towards Ryoga
for a devastating attack.
"Blam!"
Akane dropped to the floor. Both fighters turned and, in horror, saw her
fall.
"Uh..."
Ranma looked at Ryoga, fire in her eyes. "You...you shot her..."
"Out of the way, you don't care about her like I do!" Ryoga ran up to her
body on the grass.
"Stay away from her!" Ranma yelled hysterically. She launched herself at
Ryoga and dealt a mighty kick, which didn't affect Ryoga very much. The
small blasts of energy launched from Ranma's palms at Ryoga's chin, however,
drew a path to the earth with Ryoga's head.
"You...you shot her!"
Ranma leaped several feet into the air, then dashed downwards, fists blazing.
They cracked several times against Ryoga's forehead. She picked Ryoga up off
the ground and cracked his head against a tree. Ranma was a case now...her
mind totally lost to her.
"You shot her! You shot her! For that, I'm gonna shoot you!!"
Grabbing the pistol from Ryoga, Ranma prepared to empty the whole clip into
Ryoga's head. Ryoga had been rendered dazed and confused by Ranma's speedy
strikes. Suddenly, Akane moaned.
"Huh?"
Ranma settled for knocking Ryoga unconscious with the butt of the gun, then
ran to Akane.
"Oh, Akane, I'm so...I didn't mean to let him...I'm not...please don't go..."
"What are you talking about?"
Ranma took at close look. One of the locks of her hair on the side was now
missing.
"I guess knowing that the bullet passed that close to my head kinda shocked
me." Akane grinned sheepishly. The grin disappeared. "What did you do to
Ryoga to make him this mad at you? Were you tormenting him again?"
"It's my fault he brought a gun with him? Sheesh, why do you always blame me
for everything?"
"Yeah, you probably were screwing with his life again."
"What?" Ranma exclaimed incredulously. "I was just minding my own business--"
"--walking topless in public--" Akane smirked.
"--shut up. And he shows up with this thing!"
"Are you sure about all that?"
"Oh, cool off, don't lose ya shirt, Akane..."
"Looks like you've lost yours."
-
Back at the house.
Ranma and Akane dragged Ryoga in and put him on the floor in the family room.
"Now, you're just inside while Ryoga's here. After that, back you go, Ranma!"
Akane reminded.
Ranma adjusted herself, arranging the pistol jammed in her pants above her
behind.
"I'll have to keep this around for self-defense," thought Ranma.
Akane looked down at Ryoga for a second, and Ranma slipped away to her room.
"Now," she pondered, "where to hide it?"
He settled for under the bookshelf.
"Ranma?" she heard called.
Downstairs, Akane looked up for Ranma. He was gone! When her gaze strayed
towards the suitcase, she noticed something was missing. She looked down.
Where was Ryoga?
"Why are people slipping away from me all the time all of a sudden?"
-
Daytime. The Kuno Residence.
"What, ninja? Akane Tendo was shot? How could the dog Saotome allow this to
happen to her?"
"He was fighting Ryoga when--"
"Silence! Tatewaki Kuno, the blue thunder, is contemplating matters."
"But I'm not entirely sure if she wasn't just surprised--"
"I said, silence!"
"But sir, I saw no signs of the bullet actually striking--"
Kuno knocked the ninja unconscious with his wooden blade. "Heed the words
of Tatewaki Kuno, or feel contrition you shall. For I am as constant as the
northern..."
A knock on the door interrupted his reverie. Kuno started to get the ninja
to open the door, took a look at the body slumped on the floor, and went to
the foyer himself.
"Ryoga Hibiki?" Kuno asked aloud.
"Yeah, where am I?...oh, hey, how did you know my name? Oh yeah, hi Kuno."
Well, since I'm here, I've got news for you. Akane was shot, and it's all
Ranma's fault!"
"My ninjas report that you fired the gun." Kuno reached behind him for his
blade.
"Yeah, but if Ranma hadn't dodged, Akane would not have been harmed. So you
see, it's his fault."
"You're right! How could that cur not desire to sacrifice his life for
Akane's?" Kuno dropped the blade to the floor.
"I don't know, but he needs to be taken down! We need to humiliate him..."
"And, knowing the limitless generosity that the Kuno family provides, you came
to us that we could facilitate your quest. I accept your offer. Come in and
let your eyes partake of the wondrous facilities we have to offer."
Kuno led Ryoga through the foyer, into a secret door, and down into a lighted
basement. There were three rifles on the ground.
"Martial Arts are honorable, but we Kunos have always admired the sport of
hunting."
"So? Ranma's not your average game. We need more than .22 rifles, Kuno."
"There is often more than meets the eye."
Kuno pressed one of the stones of the basement wall, and another secret door
opened to the left of it. He led Ryoga in.
"A dead-end? Why were you hiding this?"
"As I said before--" Kuno paused to input numbers on a nearly-invisible keypad
made of nine tiny stones in the wall, "--there is more than meets the eye."
The wall in front of them both opened. The hum of florescent lights buzzed
from within. Ryoga stepped inside and his jaw dropped.
"I hope you can find it in yourself to enjoy our lowly modest collection of
firearms."
The room was lined with weapons. Lots, and lots, of weapons. Ryoga picked
up a United States M16A2.
"Hmm, combination automatic and semi-automatic," he pontificated aloud while
flicking the lever switch, "Fifty shots per second, .23 caliber rounds."
Kuno directed his attention to some black pistols.
"Laser sighted nine millimeters. Specially modified extended-ammunition
clips."
The upperclassman waved his hand towards the other wall.
"Looks like a police special issue .38 caliber here."
Gawking, Kuno indicated some large weapons stack in the corner.
"Ten gauge shotgun, pump-action. You must be strong to be able to fire ten
gauge without falling on your ass."
Kuno blushed, "Well, actually--" then decided to remain silent.
Ryoga whistled at some boxes in the same corner. "This ammo isn't for the
shotguns...oh, Black Talon rounds. Claws open on impact for maximum tissue
trauma."
Kuno looked at Ryoga in a funny way. "Where did you learn about all this?"
Ryoga pulled out "Gun & Killer Magazine" from his back pocket and grinned
sheepishly.
-
Three in the afternoon.
Kuno and Ryoga crouched outside the house.
"Now remember, Kuno, we just want to humiliate him. Go for maximum property
damage, but don't hurt anyone seriously!"
"Yes, it would not befit the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High to end his blazing
career in prison."
"Move out!"
Ryoga started inching away from the house.
"Hibiki! Wrong way!" Kuno grunted, adjusting his camouflage gi, "Look, turn
on the two-way radio extender."
Ryoga clicked the radio on and adjusted the squelch knob. He then sneaked
around to the back of the house.
"Claymore mines in position. Detonator status?"
"Detonator online and ready. Back away from the tent."
"Ranma won't be seriously hurt by these explosions, will he?"
"Subject survived multiple Happosai Bomb attacks, remember? That is a
negative."
Ryoga rolled his eyes at Kuno's choice of language and then walked into the
small grove near the tent.
"Detonator status?"
"Detonator online and ready."
"Activate detonation sequence."
"Detonator activated."
The mines exploded and tore the tent to pieces.
"Situation Red! Target nowhere in sight! Personal suggestion: vaporization
by mines."
"Sit tight. Maintain Situation Red."
-
Inside.
"Ranma! Come out! You're leaving this house this instant!"
Akane was startled by the sudden explosion and looked outside to see the
shreds of the tent settling on the ground.
"R-R-Ranma!!!" she yelled.
Akane dashed out into the yard. Ryoga and Kuno, camouflaged, couldn't be
seen, but they saw her.
-
Kuno turned to Ryoga. "Shh," he hissed, "it breaks my heart to see her so
sad, but 'tis for the greater good if we can surprise attack the foul Saotome.
This serves our virtuous purpose even better, as a diversion to the cur...!"
Ryoga slapped his hand over Kuno's mouth. "Okay, I get it," he whispered.
-
Tears welled up in Akane's eyes!
"Oh, you really were outside! Where are you? I'm so sorry!"
There was no response. Ranma was inside, watching her from the guest room
window.
"What a dope," Ranma thought while regarding her with amusement.
"You jerk! Don't I even get a chance to hold your dying body or something?"
-
To be continued!
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