Subject: [FFML] [FF] [R.5] The Leper Part 5
From: "Nikholas F. Toledo Zu" <niftol@i-manila.com.ph>
Date: 4/2/1998, 8:10 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

	If one hand claps in the middle of a forest secluded from any 
living being, will it make a sound?  Yesterday night, I barbecued a mouse 
that was living in my room.  Tonight, I wonder if he has buddies who're 
plotting some sort of revenge.  As Bernard would say, 'What harm can one 
insane, mutant tentacle do?'

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                                The Leper
                                  Part 5
                               "The Battle"
                      by Nikholas "NomaD" F. Toledo


	Ranma 1/2 is the property of Kitty, VIZ and the omnipotent Rumiko 
Takahashi.  I am a property of Switch (so you know who to sue).

	Douglas Adams characters are also mentioned in this fic.

	I am NomaD... I am coming... I am near...

	Don't expect any summaries...

	Names and spellings have been explained in part 1...

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! 
If you drop a red cap in the blue sea, it will get wet.
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	The air was tense in Furinkan High.  The entire student body was 
bustling all over the place.  Everybody was eager to witness the battle 
to come on the football field.  Nabiki was heading the betting stations 
once more.  This time, she was determined to get back her loss and gain 
tenfold the amount.  This event was big, if not predictable.  There was 
not a doubt in her mind that Kiiroi would lose once more.  After that 
training session with Ranma, she found out that Kii finally learned how 
to punch and she knew this would excite the fight a bit.  But Ranma was 
not happy, he knew that Kii would lose, but he also knew that Kii 
wouldn't give up.  To Nabiki, all this honor business was a bunch of 
crap.  And this bunch of crap would make her rich.

	"C'mon, bet already..."

	"But I really don't want to bet on Kiiroi, he's a wimp!  Tsubasa 
can knock him out good in a minute and a dozen punches."

	Nabiki was calm and enticing.  She knew she could swindle this guy 
into betting.  Now it was time to juice it up.

	"But I know something that you don't."

	"Really?  What..."

	"He was trained by Ranma."

	The guy stepped back for a moment.  Then he gave Nabiki a doubtful 
look.  Nabiki just played her cards and it was time to call her bluff.

	"Hey, our dojo was half destroyed because of the special techniques 
those two have been using.  If you don't believe me, you can ask Akane or 
Ranma."

	The guy's doubt turned to greed.  He immediately gave his allowance 
to Nabiki.  Nabiki smiled at the sight of yen.  Just as long as nobody 
placed bets on Tsubasa, she's sure to get all the winnings.

	But not all the students were eager with anticipation.  Kiiroi was 
amazingly calm.  He never showed any signs of fear or anxiety.  This 
scared Ukyou very much.  Ukyou knew that Kiiroi was only doing this 
because he wanted to fool everybody into thinking that he could actually 
beat Tsubasa.  Ukyou knew that this was all for show.  Ranma wasn't 
anticipating the match itself but the aftermath.  He was still thinking 
if it would be wise to save Kii at the last moment.  That way, he got to 
fight Tsubasa and win.  But he thought of Nabiki and knew this would 
disappoint her since it meant spoiling the bets.

	Akane didn't have time to think of these matters, for she was busy 
with other things.  The class was trying to listen to the instructor 
speak amidst the squealing of a frustrated black pig.  The teacher 
finally went over to Akane's desk.

	"Miss Tendo, could you please try to keep your pet quiet?!?  I have 
been lenient by allowing you to come to class with that thing!"

	Akane kept her grip on P-chan.  The pig had been trying in vain to 
get away and douse itself with hot water already.

	"I can't help it, sir, my P-chan's been trying to get away since I 
got here.  He was begging me to come to school with me this morning.  Now 
I don't know what he wants and I can't make him calm down."

	"Well, Miss Tendo... if your pig does not pipe down then I'm afraid 
I'll have to make you stand in the hallway!"

	Akane walked out fuming.  The pig felt a bit guilty for using her 
like this.  This was the only way he knew that he could get to the school 
in time for the fight.  Once outside, he prayed to the gods for 
forgiveness and bit his mistress on the hand.  Akane gave a startled 
shriek.  She looked back in the room and saw that her teacher wasn't 
looking.  She immediately followed the pig just in time to see it dart 
into a corner.

----------

	"Hey, aren't you gonna follow her?"

	"Huh?"

	Ranma snapped out of his intellectual discourse with himself.  He 
was tired of thinking anyway.  He turned to Daisuke.

	"Whadya say?"

	"Akane took off after the pig."

	"Ahh, let her be.  That tomboy can handle herself.  Besides, I'm 
with the pig, this class is boring!"

	Ranma felt something hard hit him on the head.  He looked at his 
desk where an eraser has landed.  The teacher glared at him.

	"Mr. Saotome, if you think this class is so boring then will you 
please step outside."

	<I'd love to.>

	Ranma stepped out smirking.

----------

	Lunch came and went.  Everybody was trying to speed up time by 
hurrying his or her lunch.  Ranma was eating like a pig, too, but that 
was normal for him.  Nobody saw Kiiroi in the cafeteria.  Somebody heard 
that Ukyou was looking for him.  On the school rooftop, Ryouga gazed down 
on the football field.  He'd stay there until the fight.  He wouldn't 
dare move.

	"Hey, Ryouga!"

	Ryouga jumped back, startled by the sound of his name.  He turned 
to see Kiiroi emerge out of thin air, or so it seemed.

	"Nice view."

	It took a moment before Ryouga spoke.

	"Hmm?  Oh, yeah, nice."

	"Here for the fight?"

	"Err, yeah..."

	"It's okay, nothing to be ashamed of."

	A breeze passed them, there was an unmeasurable silence between the 
two.

	"So, what are YOU doing here?"

	"I just needed some fresh air, you know, before the fight."

	Ryouga studied Kiiroi's face for any glint of fear or uneasiness.  
But his expression was calm and unwavering.

	"You seem sure of yourself."

	"I'm not.  In fact, I'm far from it."

	"From what I've heard, your whole family line is a bunch of 
cowards."

	Ryouga kept his voice stern yet he tried not to sound challenging.  
Kiiroi knew this and he knew that Ryouga asked this out of concern.

	"Actually, no, we're not a bunch of cowards.  We just try to keep 
away from fights as much as we can.  We're more of pacifists, really, 
with a Taoist point of view.  I'm not afraid of the fight, I'm just not 
looking forward to it.  If this is my fate, then I will accept it, no 
matter the consequences."

	Ryouga remembered something, he thought twice before asking.

	"Is it true?  About you and Ukyou..."

	"The engagement?  Partly, I guess.  We are engaged but Ukyou's not 
exactly enjoying her life as my fianc�e."

	This made Ryouga's heart leap.  He tried his best to keep his 
excitement.  Kiiroi didn't seem to notice though.  The situation became 
awkward again.  Ryouga wanted to leave his presence or something but he 
knew that he probably would get lost.  He heaved a sigh when Kiiroi waved 
goodbye and stepped back to the stairs.

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	"Hey, there she, er, he is!"

	Nabiki's ears perked up.  She turned to see where he was.  She dove 
into the crowd and tried to block the mob from the beautiful man in red.  
Nabiki grabbed Tsubasa and took off from the crowd.

	"Gee, thanks, Nabiki."

	*Huff*  "No prob.  Nice dress."

	"Thanks, I wear this on special occasions.  How're the bets going?"

	Nabiki actually blushed.  But she realized that she had nothing to 
be ashamed of.

	"It's going well, actually.  Not in your favor though, but that's 
just for profit."

	Nabiki gave him a wink.  Tsubasa was a bit disappointed knowing 
that everybody would be cheering for Kiiroi then.  He had to compensate 
somehow.  But when he looked at Nabiki, he knew.

	"What's in it for me?"

	"I'm glad you asked.  You're gonna be doing that little trick of 
yours, won't you?"

	Tsubasa just nodded.

	"Do you have things prepared for later?  To merge into I mean."

	Tsubasa thought about it for a minute.

	"No, not really.  I was hoping to use anything that came in handy."

	Nabiki placed a hand on Tsubasa's shoulder.

	"Tsubasa, my friend, this I will promise.  You'll most definitely 
have a couple of handy things on the field."

	The two disappeared into the shadows while discussing their baneful 
plot.

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	"Kii!"  *huff, huff*  "There you are!  Where the hell have you 
been?  I've been looking everywhere for you."

	Kiiroi turned and saw Ukyou coming up to him.  She grabbed him on 
the shoulder and she leaned on him for a breather.  Ukyou was flushed and 
sweating badly.  The worry was starting to disappear from her face.  
Kiiroi just stared at his fianc�e's face.

	"You know what, Ucchan?"

	"No, what?"

	"You look cute when you're all red."

	Ukyou took her hand away from his shoulder.  She covered her 
blushing face with her palms.  If it were Ranma who said this then, he 
would've been half-conscious on the floor by now.  But he wasn't Ranma, 
he was far from him.  Ukyou glanced up only to see that Kiiroi 
disappeared once more.

	"Darn it!  Did he do that to throw me off?"

	Her shade of red turned to that of frustration.  She checked the 
school clock, only two hours left.

----------

	A crowd was beginning to gather at nearby windows.  A flurry 
started as people started pointing towards the ground.  Ukyou didn't 
bother looking - these windows have the ringside view.  But when she saw 
that even Ranma and Akane were looking outside with extreme worry, she 
started panicking even more.  Ranma caught sight of her and waved her 
over.

	"Ucchan... I think you better see this..."

	Ukyou peered over and was shocked at the sight before her.

	"WHAT THE HELL?!?"

	In the middle of the field was a vending machine.  It was obviously 
unplugged and was perfectly normal according to vending machine 
standards.  But this wasn't what surprised Ukyou.

	Beside the vending machine was a trash bin (note: bin, not can).  
It was devoid of garbage but a trash bin none the less.  But this wasn't 
what surprised Ukyou.

	What caught her and everyone else's attention was the monster truck 
parking beside the trash bin and vending machine.  Ukyou just stared, not 
knowing what to say.  Akane and Ranma were thinking of the same thing.

	"From those things in the field, it's as if..."

	"... somebody wanted Kiiroi to lose."

	The group's attention turned to the crowd once more as everyone 
started pointing again.  They all looked and saw that the driver was 
getting out.  Everybody's eyes widened.

	"Why that's..."

	"... my sister!"

	Just then, the murmurs of the crowds died down as they heard the 
final bell ring.  After a moment of silence, everybody raced for the 
stairs.  Everyone wanted to get a good seat before the fight started.  
Ukyou and Ranma (carrying a protesting Akane) leapt from the third floor 
down to the ground.  They found themselves a good spot and waited for 
things to happen.  Nabiki was in the middle of the field together with 
her minions.  The older Tendo was handing out betting tickets.

	Ukyou turned her gaze to a purple-haired amazon emerging from the 
crowd.

	"Only she would have the gall..."

	Shampoo was carrying a serving tray.

	"Ramen!  Get your hot, delicious ramen!"

	Ukyou looked around and saw that Cologne was also watching.  Mousse 
stood beside the old woman.  She also tried to look for somebody else, 
somebody she hoped to be there.  He was there, she just didn't know this.  
The two combatants were the only ones who were missing.

	Nabiki Tendo waited for the crowd to quiet down.  She wanted this 
to be perfect.  She wanted this to be action-packed and entertaining.  
She wanted this to be profitable.  Her advocates waved back at her, 
signaling that the collections have been made.  She smiled at herself, 
she was just too good.  She held out a megaphone and began the 
competition.

	"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  WELCOME TO THIS NON-RANMA COMPETITION!!!"

	There was uproar from the crowd, indicating their approval.  It has 
been a time since somebody but Ranma fought in Furinkan.  This made the 
betting public excited, knowing that the risk is greater since none of 
them knew what the fighters' styles are.  Nabiki was clever enough 
though, since she was able to turn the tide in favor of Kiiroi.

	"INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHAMPION.  THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GUY IN 
NERIMA... SPORTING THE CRIMSON GOWN WITH THE WHITE RIBBON... THE 
CHAMELOID MAN HIMSELF, TSUBASA KURENAI!!!"

	The crowd booed in unison as Tsubasa entered from the far edge of 
the field.  He smiled confidently as he walked towards Nabiki.  The two 
gave each other a wink.

	"AND NOW, THE CHALLENGER!  THE MAN WHO HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING 
TRAINED BY THE ILLUSTRIOUS RANMA SAOTOME!  THE MAN WHO CAN MOVE WITH THE 
SPEED AND SILENCE OF THE WIND... KIIROI NIWATORI!!!"

	As if on cue, the crowd started parting.  Kiiroi walked forward as 
the people gave him way.  He wasn't cheered on by the crowd.  Instead, he 
was greeted by a respectful silence.  Everybody believed in his or her 
heart that Kiiroi would win.  Not just because he was trained by Ranma 
but because they've learned to like the guy, even though they've only 
known him for two days.  Besides, if he lost then they would've lost 
their bet and they'd make sure that if Tsubasa fails to finish him off 
then they would finish Kiiroi off for him.

	The wind picked up and blew Kiiroi's and Tsubasa's hair aimlessly.  
It looked like one of those western showdowns with only the tumbleweeds 
missing.  As if on cue, the two brought out ribbons and tied their hair 
simultaneously.  Tsubasa had a white ribbon while Kiiroi sported a black 
one.  Nabiki looked at the two.  Tsubasa looked smug and confident while 
Kiiroi looked annoyingly calm.  Did Nabiki miss something?  No, she 
quickly dismissed the idea.

	"AND NOW, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!"

	Tsubasa went behind the vending machine and in a blink of an eye, 
was the vending machine.  Kiiroi took his stance and readied himself to 
receive the...

	"CHAAAAARGE!!!"

	The vending machine thundered on the ground as it approached its 
target, trailing dust as it sped.  Kiiroi's breathing became hoarse.  
Tsubasa lowered the vending machine to pick up more speed, intending to 
ram Kiiroi.  Kiiroi was ready to sidestep but, at the last moment, 
Tsubasa stopped his charge.  Kiiroi was struck off-balance, this was what 
Tsubasa hoped for.

	"Gotcha."

	From the slot of the vending machine, a can popped out and, with 
amazing speed, hit Kiiroi squarely in the groin.  All the spectators 
grimaced with pain and gave a resounding 'oooh!'  Kiiroi stumbled down, 
holding his crotch.  He winced in pain and was very disoriented.  Ranma 
and Ukyou didn't feel right.

	"From the looks of things, this could get uglier."

	Tsubasa took advantage of Kiiroi's sudden vulnerability.  He leapt 
in the air and dropped the entire weight of the vending machine on the 
fallen target.  Kiiroi's eyes popped out as the air rushed out from his 
lungs.  He had to push Tsubasa away, but he knew that he wasn't that 
strong.  He gathered his courage and released his battle aura.  Faint as 
it was, it was enough.

	"MOKO TAKABISHA!!!"

	A flash came forth from between the two masses.  It was not a 
powerful energy ball, but it was enough to push the bulk of Tsubasa away.  
Tsubasa was flipped back and fell flat on his back.  Kiiroi staggered as 
he tried to stand up.  He stared down and saw the lower part of his shirt 
torn: the blast ripped a hole on the cloth.  He stared at the vending 
machine that was currently trying to get up.  The front of the machine 
was dented.

	<At least he won't be firing those damn cans anymore.>

	Kiiroi took the opportunity and rained punches on the fallen 
vending machine.  The blows didn't even scratch Tsubasa, but his armor 
was starting to give.  One thing he's learned when dealing with Kiiroi 
was that the guy's got no strength.  There was only one approach to do.  
Tsubasa thrust his hand forward and the metal ripped at his strength.  
Kiiroi kept his barrage even though it did little.  Tsubasa took in 
Kiiroi's punches like one disregarding wind at his face.  He lunged for 
Kiiroi's neck.  Grabbing it, he raised the guy from the ground.  Kiiroi 
found it hard to breathe and had to stop striking.  He clenched Tsubasa's 
hand, trying in vain to release the clutch.  Tsubasa saw Kiiroi turning 
pale, he smiled at this with satisfaction.  Kiiroi lifted his fist to 
strike a blow.  Tsubasa disregarded this for he knew it was futile.  And 
here he was, excited about merging with the monster truck.  

	"Katsu..."

	Tsubasa stared at Kiiroi, he seemed to be trying to draw air and 
concentrate at the same time.

	"Tenshin..."

	Kiiroi's fist came down fast, maybe even a bit too fast for his own 
good.

	"AMAGURIKEN!!!"

	Kiiroi struck.  To the crowd, it was only one.  But to Tsubasa, he 
heard the fist break the sound barrier and felt it touch him at least a 
dozen times.  Tsubasa staggered back.  He suddenly felt the weight he was 
carrying and threw it away.  The crowd cheered as the tide started 
turning.  Kiiroi landed on the dusty field while Tsubasa tried to regain 
his stability.  Kiiroi saw the world with cracked lenses so he threw away 
the glasses.  He wasn't used to this - he was already very tired while 
Tsubasa was only starting to break a sweat.  Tsubasa shook the grogginess 
off and made his way to the trash bin.  Kiiroi brought himself halfway up 
only to collapse again.

	Kiiroi got up on all fours.  He looked up to see a large, green 
metal wall rushing towards him.

	"CHAAAAARGE!!!"

	Kiiroi squeezed out every ounce of confidence he had left and 
produced another ball of energy.

	"MOKO TAKABISHA!"

	The ball hit the trash bin dead center but, due to the thicker 
armor, it only managed to scratch Tsubasa and slow him down a little.  It 
was like stopping a bull with a cape.  It was too late for Kiiroi, 
Tsubasa was too near, and there was no room to dodge.

	"Oh, shit..."

	*WHAAAM!!!*

	From the crowd, Ukyou fought back the desire to run to Kiiroi.  It 
was his fight, but she couldn't take anymore of this.  Sometimes, honor 
didn't count when there was a friend in need.  The crowd had lost their 
vigor, their expressions only of pity.  Kiiroi was indeed pitiful, 
fighting a battle he had no way of winning from the start, but fighting 
it nonetheless.

	The limp body sailed over the field and skidded on the ground.  
Ukyou couldn't help herself and ran to Kiiroi but Ranma grabbed her.

	"Ranma, let me go!  He's dying out there!"

	"Well, let him die trying!  You know you can't interrupt: that's an 
unspoken rule in challenges."

	"But it's so unfair, Tsubasa's got all this stuff laid out for him 
and Kii's got nothing!"

	"... good point."

	But people were already helping Kiiroi up.  Tsubasa just peeked out 
of the bin's cover and watched the event.

	"How nice... that is so pathetic."

	Kiiroi dusted himself and ran towards the center of the field.  
Tsubasa noticed that Kiiroi wasn't just running, he was charging.  
Tsubasa matched Kiiroi's charge and the two were head to head.  Ukyou had 
to force herself to watch.  At the last moment, Kiiroi sidestepped and 
Tsubasa's momentum just made him lunge forward.  Kiiroi made it to the 
center and, from all the rubble, got out what he wanted, a soda can.

	"Kii!!!"

	Kiiroi looked to his left and saw Ukyou waving to him.  Ukyou 
hurled her spatula.  It whizzed in the air before landing in Kiiroi's 
hand.  Tsubasa had regained his balance and was now turning around for 
the next charge.  Kiiroi whirled the spatula with ease while setting 
himself to receive the charge.

	"CHAAARGE!!!"

	Tsubasa rumbled at his approach, it sounded like a western 
stampede.  Kiiroi held his position as Tsubasa trailed dust.  When the 
trash bin assault was close enough, Kiiroi threw the can on the ground.  
And as he hoped, Tsubasa tripped on the can and flew forward in the air.  
Kiiroi readied the spatula at the oncoming projectile.  He ducked as the 
trash bin went over him.  Kiiroi sliced the air with incredible speed.  
The trash bin crashed on the ground.  It stirred for a moment, then 
Tsubasa stood up only to have his armor split in half and crash to the 
ground once more.  Furthermore, his dress was now in shreds: all he was 
wearing was a skirt and his undershirt.  Kiiroi was so tired, he had to 
lean on Ukyou's spatula.  He was totally spent and he had no idea how to 
stop a monster truck.

	"You ripped my dress!  That was my favorite, you jerk!"

	Tsubasa stared at the monster truck with greed.  He touched the 
gigantic wheel and slowly began to merge.  Kiiroi held the spatula with 
both hands.  He prepared himself for the inevitable, even though the 
inevitable would hurt very, very much. With the speed of a turtle, the 
truck treaded the ground.

	The crowd watched with growing anticipation.

	"How does he do that?"

	"How can he carry all that weight?"

	"Why don't he just drive it?"

	Tsubasa pushed hard with all his strength but the truck wasn't 
moving much.  A head stuck out to the front between the headlights.

	"Hey, Nabiki!  It won't move!"

	Nabiki thought for a moment, then she knew.

	"Did you take out the hand brake?"

	Tsubasa blushed and hid his head again.  After a satisfying click 
from inside the body, the truck moved with relative ease, then shifted 
from first gear to fifth.  Kiiroi just watched as the shadow of the 
towering vehicle loomed over him.  He didn't know what to do.  He was too 
tired.  His brain was cowering in fear as the sight of the oncoming truck 
stunned him.  Then he heard Ukyou's voice.  What was she saying?  
Something like...

	"RUN, YOU JERK!!!  GET OUT OF THE WAY!  KII, GET THE HELL OUT OF 
THE WAY!!!"

	At the last moment, Kiiroi's legs leapt to the side without the 
rest of the body realizing what it did.  Tsubasa's head stuck out the 
rear and saw that he missed.  More clicks were heard from inside the 
truck as it shifted to reverse.  The truck sped towards Kiiroi and there 
was nothing he could do but flee.  The truck easily flattened the remains 
of the vending machine and the trash bin.  Kiiroi ran as fast as he 
could, and for a Niwatori, that was pretty fast.  Kiiroi easily outran 
the monster truck (in reverse) but he was running out of space.  What's 
more, Kiiroi was getting tired while the truck kept its speed.

	"If only I can slow it down somehow... that's it!"

	Kiiroi quickly reversed his direction and charged the oncoming 
behemoth.  At the last moment, Kiiroi regretted his decision.  But he 
managed to slip between the wheels.  He paid the price when the dust 
blinded him, but he managed to do his plan.  Now, Kiiroi was blinded 
totally, but the odd thing was, he wasn't holding the spatula anymore.  
He had nothing to wipe his eyes with and he stumbled to the ground.  He 
tried to feel his way with his hands.  Kiiroi could hear the roar of the 
monster truck.  It would be charging anytime now, Kiiroi hurried his 
searching.  He found the wet grass, the smell of reeking of gasoline 
emanating from it.  Now, if he only had a match.  The roar of the truck 
grew louder.  Kiiroi was blind, weak and helpless.

	"... but I can still do a puffball..."

	Through the darkness, Kiiroi smiled at himself.  This was the 
end... of him?  He'll never know.

	"Moko..."

	Tsubasa saw the trail of gasoline and shifted to a higher gear, he 
was trying to overtake the energy ball.

	"Takabisha!"

	The fist-sized puffball slowly descended on the gasoline.  It was 
too late, for both of them.  Kiiroi tried to crawl away, and Tsubasa 
tried to merge out of the truck, but they were too late.  Everybody 
ducked for cover as the trail of firelight made its way toward the 
approaching metallic bomb.  The explosion was blinding and deafening.  
The ball of fire turned to black smoke as bits of scrap metal started 
raining on the field.  The crowd ran away in fear for their lives.  The 
field was covered with heavy smoke.  Ukyou winced as the smoke stung her 
eyes.  She sighed in relief as she heard coughs from inside the dark fog.

	Kiiroi stayed low on the ground, but not because he was trying to 
breathe easier.  It was because he could hardly move anymore.  He 
couldn't feel the lower half of his body but he could feel the heat of 
his burning back.  He quickly rolled on the ground and extinguished the 
flame.  Even though he wasn't burning anymore, he could still feel the 
sting of the gasoline as it seeped through his burnt skin.  He wanted to 
breathe in air but this made him choke all the more.  He was at least 
thankful that he was blinded and couldn't see his hair.  It's probably 
short and wiry by now.  He anchored his arm to the ground but immediately 
collapsed again from the jolting pain that shot up his shoulders.  His 
right shoulder was dislocated.  He analyzed his situation through blind 
eyes.

	"I'm blind, crippled and without my fighting arm... not much for 
optimism but... *cough, cough* at least I still have my left arm."

	The smoke slowly cleared as if the winds were summoned by the gods 
themselves.  The crowd began emerging from their hiding places and 
approaching the field.  All of them were taken aback from the sight they 
saw.

	Among the blackened grasses of the football field lay the body of 
an almost dead man.  In the middle was the scorched remains of a monster 
truck.  Across that was Tsubasa Kurenai, in his undershirt and shorts, 
unscathed.  Kiiroi jerked his head towards the direction of clapping 
hands.

	"Bravo Kiiroi!  Bravo indeed!  I never expected you to last this 
long, even if you were trained by the famed Ranma Saotome.  You have 
earned my respect but not my mercy.  

	"Does Ukyou really mean that much to you?!?  Is all this worth 
it?!?  You have lost my friend, even before we began.  Fighting only 
prolonged the inevitable.  Now you can take your honor and your cowardly 
bloodline out of Nerima!  But first, I shall finish you off... for good!"

	Ukyou jumped back in shock, she stared at Ranma for an answer.

	"No, Ucchan, he's not gonna kill him..."

	Ukyou sighed in relief...

	"... he's gonna cripple him, permanently."

	Ukyou felt the world turning around her.  She couldn't keep herself 
up.  If only she could stop this.  Damn the martial artist pride.  She 
knew that aiding Kiiroi would only make him hate her.  That would be... 
dishonorable.

	Tsubasa wanted to finish him off, all right.  But he wanted to do 
it with style.  He looked around but there was nothing left to merge 
with.  Then he felt something big looming above him.  The crowd started 
looking up and pointing as a dark, gigantic shadow blocked out the 
afternoon sun.

	"Look!  A sperm whale is falling from the sky!"

	"... and a... and a... a bowl of petunias?!?"

	The last thing the sperm whale saw before it hit the ground was a 
sole figure in the crowd.  It was an English man, in his pajamas.  He 
remembered the face, and he started remembering the name.  It managed to 
sing out a in its guttural voice something unidentifiable to humans.  To 
whales however, this would translate to 'I'll get you next time Arthur 
Dent!  Next ti - <THUD!>  And thud it did.  It lived a short life and a 
meaningless one... but that's another story.

	People panicked and called out, all at the same time.  Kiiroi 
couldn't make it out but whatever it was that crashed on the ground, it 
was large enough make him bounce a couple of times.  Deep in his mind, he 
knew.  It was his last resort, and he knew that the time was now.

	Tsubasa looked at the two figures that dropped from the sky.  He 
looked at the bowl of petunia then shifted his gaze on the massive bulk 
of whale meat.  It would stink, but it was worth it.

	Amidst everybody's sight, Kiiroi carefully took off (with his 
mouth) the bandages surrounding the fingertips of his left hand, his only 
working limb.

	Tsubasa gave all his strength into lifting this newly acquired 
hide.  He's never lifted anything this big and this unusual.  The vending 
machine and trash bin were light enough, and the monster truck had 
wheels.  But a whale?  It had... fins?  

	Slowly, the whale rose and covered the silent crowd with its huge 
shadow.  It pivoted even slower as it aimed for the limp body that lay on 
the ground.  Everybody felt the bile build up at the pit of their 
stomachs.

	It slowly made its descent, letting gravity take hold of it.  The 
wind parted beneath the massive creature with a great whoosh.

	Kiiroi lay flat on his belly.  He could feel the leviathan descend 
upon him.  With the same dramatic speed, he drove all five fingers of his 
left hand, his only working appendage, down onto the burnt grass and into 
the parched earth and, with great vengeance, shouted the words...

	"BAKUSAI...!!!"

	Ryouga swallowed.  Ukyou held her breath.  Ranma cried out in 
alarm.  Akane was in shock.  Cologne closed her eyes...

	"TEN... KET... SU!!!"

	For that brief moment, a great white light enveloped Kiiroi and 
then...

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end of part 5
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	I'm gonna get flamed for this.  If you wanna burn me good then send 
me a mail... "Nikholas F. Toledo Zu" at niftol@i-manila.com.ph, care of 
NomaD.
 
	I'd like to thank the following people:

Switch, the official Deputy Bastard Taskmaster from Hell, he's hating me 
for making Tsubasa the bad guy, ruins 'Sexy Chocolate'.

Nomadess, my divine inspiration.  She's gonna be missed during the 
summer.

Elf, she just called me to tell me she loved this series.  I'm touched, 
really.

	To finish, I'd like to say some words of advice... It's not why the 
chicken crossed the road but how it did it.

-NomaD-
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