Ok, this is just a little story that I got stuck in my head yesterday. I
doubt its terribly original but what the hell. I had to get it out of my
head. Lemme know what you think, C&C appreciated. I ran a spell checker on
it, I swear.
The first person to guess what FITH means gets a free lunch next time I
see them...[Now ask yourself has anyone ever seen Trotter?]
This is a stand alone and is in no way related to anything. It also
contains adult subject matter, so all you underaged kids out there delete
this and go look at the Disney homepage or something...
Matthew Trotter, I'm working on my other stuff,
I'm just not finishing it...
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Vengeance
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A
Fucked
In The
Head
Production
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Matthew Trotter
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<Pitch black>
<Woman's voice> oh....oh god...I....nnnngghh...
<choking sound>
<Woman's voice> NO! Don't you even try that!
<Wrestling sounds followed by the tearing of cloth>
<Man's voice> Stop that! Get....
<Woman's voice> NO!!!
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WARNING: This fic contains adult material. It is also potentially offensive.
It is also massively OOC. And also fairly OPP.
All characters are ... well, be fair, most characters, are property of
Rumiko Takahashi and are used without permission. Or skill.
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<Sixteen years later>
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<A figure approaches a battered shack of the outskirts of a town. The
figure is dressed in a black gi and is wearing a black cloak. The cloak
moves ominously in the faint breeze. The figure is not so much walking
as stalking. The slow strides are not intended to take it closer at an
expedient pace, but to allow time for the inner anger to burn even
brighter.>
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Dramatis Personae
Soriko (a dark and brooding figure)
Akane (a mother)
Ranma (a mother/father)
Ryoga (a reclusive old man)
Vengeance (a dish best served with relish, baked patato on the side, sour
cream, cheese, a little butter, use a light wine, nothing heavy)
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<The figure approaches the door of the shack. The figure is pretty obviously
a woman, in contrast to her dark clothing her face is the white of
someone who doesn't see much sun. Actually if you got up close you'd
probably notice that she's not really that pale, you'd probably realize
that she's wearing a lot of base.[Its tough to get that pale brooding
goth look when you've spent most of your life training outside to be a
lethal martial artist]>
<Figure thinks> Finally! I've found him. Did he think that he was safe
only a mile out of the city? Nothing could stop her.
She had trekked through jungle, crossed oceans and
fought hordes to get here. His fate was sealed.
<Actually she'd only trekked through Mrs Onashi's garden. And if she'd
been honest the ocean was more of the pond in the backyard...and the
hordes...well she did fight with her brother sometimes...If she had
been in a reasonable frame of mind she might have come up with something
better, but she was brooding, and you don't need logic to brood, you
need anger. She kicked in the door to the shack. It shattered in a
pleasing way. A suitably terrifying entrance she hoped. There was just one
old man sitting by the fire, he looked at her irritably>
<Old man> What the hell? Who are you?
<Figure> My name isn't important old man, I'm looking for someone.
<Old man> You broke my door! You tell me your name and then I'll...
<Figure> His name is Ryoga Hibiki.
<Old man> What? Do I know you?
<Figure thinks> This is him? The man that violated my mother? I
thought he'd be more...well impressive. Doesn't matter,
today is his last, he will pay!!!
<Figure pulls back hood to cloak. Long red hair tumbles out. It really
does nothing to compliment the white base. That's probably why she had
it up in the cloak to begin with...that and its harder to look menacing
with red hair. Not impossible, but a lot harder.>
<Ryoga looks horrified> No...NO!! It can't...you can't be...
<Figure smiles and thinks> This is more like it, he knows why I'm here.
<Figure> My name is Soriko Saotome! You are my father, you bastard! You...
<Ryoga begins convulsing and scratching at his arms and legs> Aaaahgggguuu....
<Soriko thinks> What the hell? He's supposed to beg to live...
<Ryoga twisting and kicking convulsively> ....no no no no no no no no no....
<Soriko, trying to sound menacing> Are you ready to die, Ryoga Hibiki?
<Ryoga crawls to a crate next to the fire and takes out a steel wool scrub pad.>
<Soriko swallows nervously, thinks> There is something wrong with this
picture...
<Ryoga sobbing> Unclean! Can't wash away! Unclean!
<Ryoga begins scrubbing face with scrub pad> She wouldn't stop! Oh NO!
Why did she do it.... so
weak couldn't fight... something
in the food...he...aaahhhhgguu...
she....she....aaaaaaaagggck...
<Soriko, eyes the size of saucers> Puh...puh...please stop...
<Ryoga bleeding from a hundred tiny cuts> NO! Can't get clean! She
wouldn't stop....nnono...get
away from me!!! Your not a
....aaahaahhaaagggguuu....
<Ryoga kicks out in his convulsions and hits the fire knocking embers
and burning logs against the far wall of the shack>
Get off of me!!! Nonononononono
...stop!!! You can't...
<Soriko flees>
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<The Saotome dojo, [There was discussion of Ranma taking Akane's family
name, but he wasn't about to do the unmanly thing, and besides there was
a katana with his neck's address on it if he didn't live up to expectations]
Three days later.>
<Soriko enters, calls weakly> Mother I'm home.
<Akane steps out of the kitchen, she's wearing asbestos gloves>
<Akane>Hello, did you have a nice training trip?
<Soriko> I found my father.
<Akane looks uncomfortable> Oh...I...I guess your mother will be glad to
hear that.
<Ranma, in female form, comes downstairs> Soriko, where have you been all week?
<Soriko> I found him.
<Ranma looks at her, then directs a look at Akane>
<Akane, turning to go back to the kitchen> I'll just finish up dinner...
<Ranma turns back to Soriko> So how did it go?
<Soriko> What . . . what really happened?
<Ranma, looks annoyed> What do you think happened?
<Soriko> But...he...
<Ranma> He wanted it. They all do. Men always want it. You just have
to make them do what you want. They like it that way.
<Ranma turns away and walks into the kitchen>
<Soriko, looks haunted, quietly> The world is a cold and lonely place...
<END>