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Rage
Chapter Seven
Ryouga lay hunched in his seat with his head on the airplane window.
"Stupid Ranma," he muttered under his breath.
Flashback>>
Ryouga squinted his eyes at the sign.
"Ranma, what gate is it?"
Ranma pointed to the southern gate.
"It's that one." At least he thought it was that one. Canada was a state
right?
Ryouga looked at him suspiciously.
"Are you sure?"
Ranma rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should go over and check it for yourself?"
"Shut up!" He took a swing at the pigtailed martial artist, completely
forgetting his suspicion.
End flashback>>
The teenage girl sitting next to him raised an eyebrow as her fellow
passenger squeezed his arm rest so hard he left finger indents. She then
leaned in next to him.
"Gee, what did that armrest ever do to you?"
Ryouga blinked. That cute girl was talking to him! Better say something
suave . . .
"Uh . . . Huh?"
"Hi I'm Jubilee." She held her hand out and Ryouga numbly shook it while
desperately trying to regain control of his thought processes.
"I'm Ryouga." He managed to mutter out. Jubilee winked at him.
"Ryouga . . . cute name."
"Th-Thanks." He laughed nervously.
"So what 'cha going to Canada for Ryouga? Romance, revenge, terrorism?"
Ryouga blinked. "Terrorism?"
Jubilee smirked. "Terrorism, eh? Is that your final answer?"
Ryouga waved his hands in front of his face.
"I'm not a terrorist really! Well, . . . there was this time that I
accidentally blew a hole in the United Nations building, but that wasn't my
fault!"
Jubilee blinked . . . several times. Why couldn't she sit next to someone
normal? At least he was cute. Still . . . she better make sure of some
things.
"You don't know anyone named Magneto do you Ryouga?"
"Magnets? You mean like the kind you put on your refrigerator?"
Jubilee spit out the soda she was drinking in surprise. Ryouga yelled and
jumped up in his seat. He missed the spray but hit the top of the overhead
compartment.
"Oops sorry about that, my bad." Jubilee laughed to herself. "Hope you
didn't get brain damage or anything." Ryouga rubbed his head, even though
the bruise was already gone. Why did he always run into the psycho women?
"Hey, Jubes, who ya talking to?" A pretty long haired blond asked from
behind Ryouga. Jubes smiled evilly and grabbed Ryouga's arm.
"My new boyfriend, ya like him?" Ryouga's eyes bulged out of his head and he
desperately tried to keep his nose from bleeding.
"I think your scaring the poor cute boy, Jubes." The blond winked at him.
A girl sitting next to her stopped shredding the paper on her pop bottle and
looked up. She brought up a dark skinned hand and brushed her long hair out
of her face.
"Jubilee you should stop manhandling the boy." Jubilee stuck her tongue out
at the girl.
"Gee Monet I was only having a little fun."
Ryouga was trying to keep himself from breaking down. 'Pretty...girls...all
around...me....scary...brazen...psycho
girls...brain....going....in...overload.'
Luckily, or unluckily depending on the way you looked at it, he was saved by
two young men in the seats directly in front of him. One had dark gray skin,
(skin disease perhaps?), and the other's was covered with a scarf from the
lips down. Neither seemed to be very friendly toward him.
'Great Hibiki. They're probably their boyfriends. Your doomed. You'll end up
accidentally releasing a Shishi Hokoudan then the plane will go down and
everyone will die. Great, just great! Go on a plane Ryouga! It'll be fun!'
"Hey, chicas, was going on?" the gray skinned guy asked, narrowing his eyes
at Ryouga. The lost boy narrowed his eyes right back. He wasn't going to let
some weird elephant guy psych him out.
"Is this bloke bothering ya?" the scarfed one added in, similarly narrowing
his eyes.
Ryouga waved his hands in front of his face. He could take the guys any day,
they didn't look so tough, but a plane was not a place he wanted to start a
fight.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'll move to another seat. I didn't mean to make your
boyfriends mad."
Multiple people spit out their sodas, and the gray skinned guy started to
choke on a Twizzler. Ryouga had a fun time dodging them all. Damn it!
Couldn't these people keep their food in their mouths? Weird Americans. If
this was the way everyone acted...
He shuddered.
"We are not _NOT_ their boyfriends." The scarfed guy rubbed his temples. He
seemed to be the only one not eating anything. He was giving Ryouga some
really weird vibes. He could have sworn he saw a light under that scarf. Did
he have a lava lamp stuffed under there or what?
"Oh, uh . . . sorry."
The teens continued to bickered between him as the hours passed. He decided
that the scarf guy and the pretty blond reminded him of Akane and Ranma.
Monet was like an immovable stone wall and possibly the only person who
didn't bother him. He had a hard time following what the gray skinned guy
said, something about "home boys"? And Jubilee . . .he hoped with every
fiber of his being she wasn't the normal average American.
'Please . . .please . . . Kami-sama don't let her be . . .'
Oh yes, his American trip, was going to be _FUN_.
---
At last, the plane landed. Following Jubilee, the lost boy managed to exit
the jet and return to the safety of solid ground.
"It was nice flying with you, Ryouga." She beamed at him.
"Aheh... yeah...." The bandanna wearing youth grinned weakly, showing his
fangs again.
"So... ah... I^� I'll se--"
"DIE, DAMN MUTIE SCUM!" A man wearing a shirt bearing the letters FOH leapt
forward out of the crowd, waving a gun at Ryouga's recent traveling
companions.
While his new 'friends' took up archaic fighting stances, Ryouga brought his
palms together, and then let a small ki ball form between them.
"Shishi Hokoudan." The blast shot forward, nailing the man square in the
chest and sending him flying onto the luggage carousel, where he lay on his
back with swirl-y eyes.
Those of his new companions with jaws allowed them to drop reasonably low.
"Gee, I hate getting interrupted..." Ryouga mused. "Where was I? Oh, right.
See you around!" He waved and walked off, quickly disappearing into the
crowds.
One week later, Ryouga was thoroughly lost in the great , vast wilderness
that made up a great deal of Canada.
---
Somewhere in the cargo hold on the plane a great evil stirred. It was ready
to wreak havoc on a new continent. It was ready...
FOR PANTIES.
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