... Anyways, a overweight, and somewhat unpleasant man, destined to die a virgin in his mother's basement at the age of fourty, hanging out in airports to grab a foreigner's buttock. Right. The security pretty much ignored him, since they didn't really feel like dealing with the guy unless they were asked, and the jetlagged women either were too tired to notice or were too embarassed to say anything. So far, he had been extremely lucky.
And thus, Murphy swoops in to kick his ass.
He had merged with a group of people who had arrived on JAL some number, intent on getting some Oriental heinie. Unfortunately, it seemed like this was just a group of old men and women, with the exception of that white haired guy with the ears...
HELLO!
Right in front of the preying pervert was a Japanese girl, no babe. Hmm... eight inches shorter than himself, red hair in a pigtail, silk looking clothes, and a nice rear! So far, so good, the man was thinking as they neared the luggage carousel.
As the crowd thinned out somewhat in order to merge with other flights waiting for their luggae, he was able to spy on the rest of her body, and hot damn! She had an face like an elf's (the said pervert had also spent several years playing role playing games as a person with more of a life than he would ever had), a body to match, and a rack that seemed unusually large and gropable for one her size. A grin spread on the pervert's face as his hand reached for her derierre, just as she reached for a large backpack.
KER-GROPE!
... A pregnant pause...
KER-SMASH!
... Followed by the poor soul to crash into a tangle of luggage carts, with the large backpack chasing him. Back at the carousel, wide eyes stared at the growling red head, who had froze with her arm outstretched in the pervert's general direction. Moments later, security had realized that they were supposed to do something, so they rushed at the girl, while one or two of them went to assist the unconcious dope.
"What happened here?" one of the guards asked as he and his fellows surrounded the angry girl. She instant spouted foreign words that were probably not too pleasant, judging by the scandalized looks on the faces of the tourists.
After a brief tirade, the girl switched over to English. "The guy molest me, sir," she said bitterly in an accented English. The guards simultaneously turned towards the other two security guards, who were strggling with the backpack. Sighing, the girl shoved her way through the guards and walked to the backpack. After making the men back away from the bag, she easily shouldered the backpack with one hand, much to the surprise of the crowd, though one person in particular didn't seem impressed.
Realizing that the drama was over, the crowd renewed their attempts at finding their luggage, while the stunned guards converged. After a few moments of thinking, the leader ordered the men to put the pervert under custody, and just ignore the girl; also, don't provoke the dog eared boy, since he was currently tearing apart a cart in annoyance, with his bare hands.
* * *
Ranma was still growling as she walked to where the bus was supposed to be. First the chaos in Nerima started to get out of hand, then she was forced to register for college as the wrong gender, now she had to deal with more damn perverts! The growling's volume increased as she remembered the day when she was offered a ticket out of Japan.
Nothing could have prepared Ranma for this, not even years of living in Nerima. The pigtailed boy could only stare from the street corner as firefighters surrounded the blaze that engulfed the four houses. Fortunately, Ranma had rescued all of the inhabitants, but the fact that it was his "fiancées" that was responsible for this was unsettling. He wasn't even quite sure what had happened, because he wasn't even present for the fight, but soon afterwards the abodes of perfect strangers was blazing.
"Interesting, isn't it, what a few tempers can do, Mr. Saotome?"
Ranma spun around, most surprised by the silent arrival of this man, though it was probably attributed thanks to the sirens and all. He was an ordinary, bland looking Japanese man, in a black business suit. "Hey, who the hell are ya?"
"Government. You had taken the entrance exam for college and passed, correct?" the man asked. After Ranma's hesitant nod, the man continued. "The chaos of Nerima won't stay behind once you leave, you know. Your rivals and fianceées will follow, and destroy the college, and you'll be blamed for it."
"What?" Ranma shouted increduosly. "Why do I hafta take the fall?"
The man stared impassively at the younger man. "Because Nerima is the only ward in Tokyo that is legally able to ignore most of the rules. Since you are one of the main reasons why Nerima is allowed to do that, if you leave, then any destruction that happens as a result of that is your liability. It's even written down in law," the man explained. "However, there is a way for you to get your education, and not have to worry about any of that."
Ranma looked at the man suspiciously, not even trying to wrap his brain around the situation that the man had just described. "Will it involve marryin' a girl of yours, cause if it does..." he threatened, much to the man's amusement.
"Oh no, no marriage. There is a college that you can attend in America, who somewhat welcomes the sort of chaos that you'll inevitably bring," he explained. "There's a catch, though. You'll be signed up as your female side."
Ranma's eyes narrowed. "You're shittin' me. No way," he responded, turning away to leap to a nearby rooftop, now that he was sure the fire was taken care of.
"WOuld you like to have all of your so-called 'friends' following you to college, making you responsible for hundreds of lawsuits?" That got Ranma to pause. The man continued, smirking. "If you go to this college, you'll be able to be free of those people. I shall guarantee it."
Ranma looked at the man for several long moments, then sighed. "A'ight... where do I sign...?"
Ranma was still growling as the bus was loading. The driver stared at the girl for a few moments, then dared to say, "Excuse me, but you're scaring the other passengers." A sharp, cat-like "rowl" shut the driver up.
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