Subject: [FFML] [r.5/GenX]Rage: Chapter Seven
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Date: 1/14/2001, 9:03 PM
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Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is owned by people other than me. I own nothing and

claim no rights to the show.



Note: C&C, public or private, is appreciated.







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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