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=> Warning! This fic contains excessive amounts of sugar! With
Valentine's day nearing, every single media in existence has been
turning out sugar bombs that try to mutate all of us into starry-eyed
idiots. Sad to say, they have converted me into their sorry lot.
=> Although I'm *not* proud to be among the few people who dread the
coming of February, I am forced, under the pain of insanity, torture,
slow death, (and lots of other horrible things to graphic to mention),
to write this fic. Writing romance stories makes me feel all good
inside. <gasp> It's starting already! Somebody! Whack me on the
head! <Whack, whack> Thanks, I needed that.
=> I'm warning you at this point in time that the fic has a *really
cheesy ending*.
=> Also, the plot (actually the ending) is not really my original idea.
I would like to thank my contributor (who still desires to remain
nameless) for coming up with the cheesy ending that started the wheels
turning in my mind to come up with a story to match. May she (and all
those other nameless people) find our own cheesy ending sometime in the
foreseeable future.
=> Some notes on notation. Things in {curly braces} are author's
comments within the fic. Signs and sound effects are in... uh...
<pointy braces>
=> The disclaimer is at the end, and the more people I would like to
thank.
=> Will somebody whack me so I can start? Thanks.
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Twenty Less Lonely People in the World
<otherwise known as Mayhem's Valentine Fic with the Cheesy Ending>
By the currently sessile (not senile) Nikholas "Mayhem" F. Toledo
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Chapter Eight
A fight for life
The fire caused a frightened mob to run out of the theater as fast
as it could. The stampede destroyed a lot of the seats and ravaged a
clear path through the moviehouse. Debris littered the floor as the mob
crashed through the doors, effectively leaving a clear battleground.
A large red battle aura surrounded Mousse. He menacingly
approached Ranma with fire in his eyes. "Ranma Saotome, I challenge you
to a fight to the death," he declared slowly.
There was a loud report, much like a shotgun, as the Mousse's
words slowly sunk in.
"NOW THAT'S THE BEST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY!" Ranma cracked his
knuckles.
Akane suddenly felt this strange queasiness in her stomach.
"Ranma, don't you dare go into a fight with Mousse. He's dead serious."
"Of course I'm dead serious, Akane Tendo." Mousse seemed like the
devil himself, the horrible red battle aura complementing the fire as it
quickly turned the far side of the theater into an inferno. "For a long
time now, I had devoted myself entirely to Shampoo. I cleaned for her,
I worked for her, I even imagined that someday I could share the rest of
my life with her. Now, I realize the truth. All this time she has been
using me as her washpail, as her old cloth rags, throwing me away
whenever she did not need me anymore. I don't know why I stayed quiet
for so long." He laughed insanely, "maybe because I loved her."
"But now, all I have is hate for Shampoo. All this time she had
my heart out on a limb, laughing as she saw it break, smashed it into a
million pieces. A simple smile healed my heart quickly, but she did
that just so that she could have the pleasure of seeing it break again.
Not a day would pass where she would not ground my heart, or throw it to
the dogs, or do cruel and merciless acts, just for the sake of seeing me
suffer. But, now... now, my eyes are clear."
Ukyo looked at Shampoo. "No, Mousse..." Shampoo was murmuring.
"No do this to Shampoo."
Ranma taunted him. "Your eyes still aren't clear, Mousse. You're
still blind as a bat! Fighting me won't do any good! She won't love
you even if you defeat me." Ranma began to generate a small blue aura
around him as his body snapped into the Traditional Anything Goes
Fighting Form.
Mousse's eyes glowed an insane hue. "Ranma Saotome. You're
wrong." A few chained weapons began to detach themselves from Mousse's
body, floating in the chi-saturated atmosphere of the moviehouse. "All
I want is to make Shampoo's life A Living HELL!" With a loud yell, he
hurled himself and his weapons in a deadly whirlwind of chi and metal
and fists.
Ranma's blue aura grew in intensity as he dashed into the
maelstrom. The air was filled with shockwaves as attacks were launched
and blocked, then counterattacked. A strong gale blew from the center
of the impromptu battle arena, filled with debris from the floor as it
cracked under the pressure of the enormous willpower.
Akane crawled over to Shampoo, who was seemingly in shock over
what was happening. "Shampoo never see Mousse that mad in entire life!"
Ukyo shouted over the din. "There's no way Mousse can win.
Ranma's a lot stronger than Mousse."
Ryoga yelled. "Don't you see! This is a fight to the death! No
matter who would win, only one person will be left!"
Akane couldn't believe what was happening. Ukyo was right. There
was no way Mousse could win against Ranma. That would mean that...
"MOUSSE! RANMA! STOP THIS!" She stood up and began running towards
where the two were fighting.
Ryoga and Ukyo grabbed Akane's ankles. She fell down to the floor
with a loud thump. "AKANE!" Ryoga pulled her back, away from the
danger zone. "There's nothing you can do!"
"Why?!? Why can't we make them stop!" Akane was trying really
hard to get away from Ryoga. "I suppose you're hoping that Ranma's
going to die so that you can have Ukyo all to yourself!"
Ryoga slapped Akane. "SHUT UP!" he screamed. Then, the
implications of his act stunned him. Akane stood there, holding the
sore spot. Amidst the chaos that surrounded them all, tears began to
fall. "Please, Ryoga..." Akane pleaded. "Please make them stop... I
beg you!"
Ryoga felt his heart lurch out. He couldn't bear to see Akane
cry. It took Ukyo's strong hands to hold him back. "You jackass! What
the hell are you doing!"
"I've got to stop them! I can't... I've got to!"
"WHY, RYOGA?!? WHY?!?"
Ryoga looked Ukyo straight in the eye. "BECAUSE SHE'S RIGHT!"
Ukyo looked at him stunned.
There were loud screams of pain as some of the attacks got through
someone's blocks. Drops of blood could be seen on the floor. But the
fight continued relentlessly.
There was a flurry of movement, and Akane, Ukyo and Ryoga saw
Shampoo run off.
Ranma blocked every attack that Mousse dished out. Inside the
twisting vortex of energy, he was surprised at the strength and ferocity
of Mousse's attacks. "Mousse is really playing for keeps this time," he
thought as a chi-enhanced Fist of the White Swan Barrage Attacks ripped
pieces of cloth of his Chinese shirt. He didn't want to hurt Mousse,
but the way the battle was going, only a strong and perhaps fatal attack
could punch through his defenses.
He saw a flutter of movement somewhere from his right. It was
Shampoo, running towards them at breakneck speeds. "Shampoo! Don't
come any closer!"
Mousse, on the other hand, did not see her coming, and seeing
Ranma's apparent distraction, brought all of his strength to bear on
Ranma in a devastating roundhouse punch.
"Mousse!" Shampoo screamed, pushing Ranma out of the way.
"Mousse! You no have to do this!"
Mousse horrifyingly tried to stop the attack, but it was too late.
A massive shock wave ripped the cement floor, blew holes in the
roof and snuffed out the flames as Mousse's fist came in contact with
Shampoo. The force of the blow blasted her though a nearby wall,
burying her underneath a pile of rubble.
A terrible silence descended upon all of them, much, much more
terrifying than the roar of battle.
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