chapter six

	Ranma stumbled through the door. The first thing that he noticed was 
P-Chan lying unconscious in the front hallway. He stepped over P-Chan 
and stepped towards the stairway. He paused, turned back, lifted the pig 
by the bandanna around it's neck, then walked upstairs.
	He was not prepared for what he found: nothing. Noone in sight. He 
checked and rechecked Akane's room, Nabiki's room, even Kasumi's room, 
all empty. No sign of Soun, no sign of his father, even Happosai...no 
Happosai was there, he was just hidden by the two blow-up adolescent sex 
dolls in the corner of his room. Not wanting to wake up the old pervert, 
Ranma instead went to the bathroom and dumped P-Chan into a bath of 
steaming water. Ryoga emerged, awake and sputtering.
	"I oughtta kill you, Ranma! If it wasn't for you none of this would've 
happened in the first place!!"
	"Um...Ryoga, what exactly happened?" Ranma askaed, a puzzled look on 
his face.
	Ryoga's fists clenched tightly. "I don't know, you MORON!! That's my 
whole point! I was knocked about by Nabiki and her pusher friend Kuno, 
then I regained consciousness just in time to be knocked out again. Only 
the second time, my eyes were swollen shut, so I couldn't see who kicked 
me!!"
	"What was Kuno doing here?"
	"How the hell should I know?? He was probably here to collect the money 
you owe him."
	."I don't owe him anything." Ranma said, puzzled.
	"I know all about your 'habit' Ranma, and Akane does, too. We both know 
about your escapades with Ukyo and Shampoo! You've been seen with both 
of them recently, fucked out of your mind! Akane's sick with worry and 
YOU'RE OUT SCREWING A COUPLE OF HARLOTS!! I SHOULD KILL YOU!!!" 
(Dramatic pause) "But I won't, because, believe it or not, I need your 
help. Akane ran away."


	Tsubasa was at it again. Luckily for Ukyo, he was constanlty premature, 
not to mention very small, or else she might have had to endure actual 
pain. He had tried hitting her a couple of times as well, but she was 
too numb to respaond. All she could think about was Ranma. Where was he? 
Was he alive? Was he okay? Tsubasa shuddered, and came inside her. He 
smiled at her, as he withdrew, then frowned as, once again, he recieved 
no response.
	"You could at least thank me." silence "You know...for allowing you the 
pleasure of my company." silence "Even if you didn't say anything, I 
could feel you enjoying it." silence "You're starting to piss me off..." 
silence "THAT'S IT! I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me 
no choice. Due to your lack of response, probably due to the 
brainwashing you've endured at the hands of Ranma, I'm forced to tell 
you the truth about him." finally, a response...her eyes turn towards 
me...she blinks and her lips (those gorgeous, luscious lips) part ever 
so slightly, giving the appearance of an...better speak again, before 
she loses her train of thought "Yes...I can see that you worry about 
that two-timing little weasel." whoops...now she's pissed "It was 
Shampoo, who approached me with the idea to kidnap you, I had nothing to 
do with it whatsoever of course. She had wanted to kidnap and kill you, 
but figured that would only depress Ranma, and she wouldn't be able to 
seduce him properly if his mind was thinking about you. So we, I mean 
she, snuck in and shot him in the gut and knocked you out. Of course, 
the bullet wasn't real, and she had an ambulance waitning just outside 
to repair what little damage he did suffer. She brought you to me, then 
went and told Ranma that you had planned to kill him off so that you 
could marry me." her eyes are widening, she believes me...she'll be mine 
soon "Of course, that naive little" she glares "Well, he...Ranma 
believed her, and after an initial period of mourning, he left the dojo 
and moved to China with Shampoo. I have photos if you want to see-"
	"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"


ChApTeR 7

	Ukyo was feeling sick again. This time, however, seemed to be worse 
than the usual morning sickness. She stumbled into the bathroom, 
prepared to once again spend her morning crouched over the bowl, when 
she suddenly felt her stomach contract. She clutched at her stomach, 
gasping, and wondered what was going on. She didn't even know how long 
Tsubnasa'd been holding her...must've been at least a week by now. Her 
stomach contracted again. She wondered whether that bastard had given 
her some sort of venereal disease. All of a sudden, she leaned forward 
as the sickness hit her, and she vomited into the toilet. But hold 
on...she'd felt something else, a wetness at her groin... Ukyo looked 
down, to see that her panties were red with blood, and she felt 
something else. Her stomach clenched as she slowly pulled her underwear 
down, and saw Ranma's unborn child fall to the floor.


	As Ranma and Ryoga reached Dr. Tofu's clinic, to see whether Akane had 
gone there looking for solace, they saw Dr. Tofu approaching from his 
lunch break.
	"Hi boys, how are you today?" Tofu asked, with a goofy grin.
	Ranma was about to speak, when Ryoga cut him off, "Akane has run away 
and it's all Ranma's fault!!"
	"What??" Tofu asked, looking startled. He quickly regained his 
composure and said, "Now, now, I'm sure she hasn't run away. She 
probably needed to let go of some steam." He smiled, "Why don't you two 
come inside for some tea, and we'll see if we can come up with any ideas 
on how to find her."
	Ranma and Ryoga quickly agreed, and the three of them entered the 
clinic. Tofu bent down to pick up a folded piece of paper on the floor. 
"Someone must've slid it under the door," He mumbled as he opened it and 
began to read. His face darkened and his brow furrowed, then he let out 
an anguished wail and ran for the back room. Ranma and Ryoga ran after 
him, wondering why he was sobbing. Tofu opened the door, and screamed. 
Ranma peered over Tofu's shoulder and his face whitened, a single tear 
rolling down his cheek.
	Ryoga looked at Tofu, who fell to his knees, holding his head. Then 
Ryoga turned to look through the door, then emulated Tofu, falling to 
his knees. His jaw dropped and he let out a desperate moan. Akane was 
slowly swinging back and forth, hanging from the noose she'd attatched 
to the chandelier. He then heard the words Tofu was repeating, "My 
fault...my baby...she was carrying my baby...it was my fault..."


	Ranma walked into Nekohanten and sat down in the back booth. The figure 
opposite him smiled a goofy grin and pushed up his glasses.
	"So you're back, eh Ranma?? I knew you wouldn't be able to kick for 
long."
	Ranma grimaced. He hated the way Mousse made it all look so easy. 
Mousse was on and off of heroin every few months. He could kick in an 
instant and not feel the slightest bit of withdrawl. Ranma broke into a 
cold sweat and handed over five thousand yen.
	"Ranma, Ranma, Ranma. Not that I care, but wherever did you get so much 
cash? Did you let Nabiki whip you again?" A vicious grin split Mousse's 
face wide, "Or did daddy send you out hooking this time?"
	"I'll tell you the whole story after we cook."


	Ryoga drained his mug. The Guiness wasn't bad, but he still preferred 
sake. He wasn't sure why he was drinking Guiness, but he...oh yeah, he 
was in Belfast. I think that's how you say it, Bleftas- aw, who the hell 
cares anyway. <hic> He raised his hand to order another drink, but his 
hand wouldn't listen. He lay his head into the crook of his arms and 
sobbed himself to sleep.


	Shampoo knocked on the door. There was no answer so she opened the door 
a crack and peeked in. She couldn't see anything, but could hear voices 
from around the corner. It was so damn dark!! Didn't anyone use lights 
anymore?? In her Amazon village they didn't even have power, so she 
tried to use as much as she could while she still had it. She listened 
in but the voices were too quiet. Cursing softly to herself, she stomped 
out of the hall and went to her room. Ranma and Mousse paid, so they get 
to use the room, but she didn't like it. She knew they were up to 
something...probably drugs. The nerve of Mousse not to share! And after 
all she'd done for him!! Sulking, she slammed the door to her room 
closed behind her. She decided to cheer herself up, she'd go into Tokyo. 
But first...she reached under her mat and pulled up the floorboard. She 
removed a black lacquered box and opened it. Shampoo pushed aside the 
pipe and reached for the wrapping underneath. She unwrapped the paper 
and carefully cut off the edge of the thin, silvery paper using the 
dragon-handled scissors from the box. (Use dragon, think happy thoughts. 
Any other scissors make Shampoo feel wierd!) She placed the tab on her 
tongue and sealed everything up. She replaced the box, board and mat. 
She began to feel the paper melting as her saliva worked it's way in. 
She looked at her watch. Even with the lineup she could probably make it 
to the clubs before the hit started to take effect.


	"Shit."


	"Swinging? That's very profound Ranma."
	"Shut up! What would you know anyways? You're just a gook! At least I'm 
Japanese!"
	"Now, now Ranma. You're just jealous. After all, my feathers are nicer 
than yours."
	"Very funny, four-eyes, but remember who won the war!"
	"Hey, I just blame it on the Manchurians!"
	Mousse and Ranma broke out into hysterical laughter. 
	"Hey Mousse?"
	"What's up, Ranma?"
	"What're we talking about again??"
	"I'm fucked if I know!"
	"Naw, your just fucked!"
	"That too."


	Ukyo fell out of bed. She stumbled to the door, looking over her 
shoulder at the corpse lying on the bed. She had to get out before 
Tsubasa's goons found out she'd killed their boss.
	She dressed herself in whatever she could find and ran down the 
hallway. Elevator, window, elevator, window. Elevator'd take too long. 
She opened the window and stepped out onto the fire stairs.  she ran 
down the stairs and into the street. She looked around, but could not 
get her bearings. All she knew was that she was somewhere in Tokyo. She 
turned left and just ran.


	Ryoga woke up. He looked at his watch. What was the point? 7:02 meant 
nothing in Brussels. He didn't even know what time zone it was. He had 
to get back to Tokyo, then Nerima.
	He exited the bar and walked down the street, pausing in an alleyway to 
relieve himself of his lunch and his beer, at the same time. At least he 
missed his pants on both occasions. Wait...his pants...plaid??? Oh God, 
he had to get home!! He stumbled out of the alley and into the street, 
cursing the car that had the nerve to honk at him. Blocking the street, 
Ha!

	"Shit!"