Leaning over the roof, he spared the rather large gathering of gangsters a despairing look. Music was blaring loudly from within, and the majority of them were talking excitedly with each other while chugging a beer. Yamada was having a party, it seemed. Joy. How was he going to deal with this? Hmmm..
Ranma blinked, leaning forward a bit. No way, was that Natasha?
---
Natasha really didn't want to be here, just the knowledge Ranma was out there and knew exactly where Yamada was killing any type of enjoyment she could have gotten from this. Well, that and Sanada, Yamada's right hand man was here, that little prick never stopped staring at her whenever she was around, much to her disgust. He was one of the reasons she had given Ranma the information she had. Even though Yamada was the boss of this little outfit, if Sanada ever got aggravated enough he could order her to do certain things she'd rather not do. He certainly had the respect and power within the gang to get away with it, if he wanted too.
"Yo Tash, wanna hit this?" Sugio, a street enforcer like her, offered up a lit joint.
"Hell yes." she snatched the joint up. She really needed something to relax, just being around here was driving her nerves up the wall. Taking a deep hit, she held it in, closing her eyes to focus on holding her breath before exhaling, "How's yer girl?"
Sugio took a drink of his beer, slapping his lips together when he was done. "Ah Rei's fine. Due to pop out the little gangsta any week now."
Natasha scowled, catching sight of Sanada heading her direction. "Gonna let the kid get involved in this type of life?"
"Ain't no shame in it." Sugio countered, "Life's hard, best just to grow up then spend life dreamin bout shit they can't get or have."
"Natasha."
Sugio glanced at the newcomer, nodding respectfully when the guy threw him a glare, before walking away. He silently wished Natasha the best of luck, whenever Sanada gave some one direct interest, well, it just wasn't healthy to stick around or go against him.
"Sanada." Natasha had to fight the urge to tell the prick to fuck off, especially when he got a little too close for comfort, practically touching bodies.
"How's my girl doin?"
"Don't know." she glared at him coldly in return, "You check a ditch lately?"
"Funny." Sanada deadpanned. Poor girl didn't realize the truth about them yet. Leaning up close and putting a hand on her hip, "You know, ya better get use to the idea of us, ain't gonna be too much longer till I'll own yer ass."
"Yamada won't let it happen." she coolly retorted.
"Yamada.. heh." he snorted, "He ain't gonna be top dog forever, girl. He's happy were we are now, ain't got no goals for the future, it's that type of thinkin that's gonna get him ousted as leader. Heck, he even knows it's coming." he reached around and cupped her ass as he finished.
Natasha saw red, in the blink of an eye pulling out one of her daggers, pressing the deadly blade up against his ribs. "Take your hand off my ass. Now."
Sanada chuckled nervously as he did so, backing away before glaring. "Bitch, yer just gonna make this hard on yerself!"
"I'll fucking kill you before I let you touch me." Natasha shot back hatefully.
"We'll see about that."
---
Yamada closed the curtains, sighing tiredly. He had watched Sanada hit on the girl, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what he had been talking about. Lots of rumors of his 'removal' had been going around lately, mainly among people loyal to Sanada. That dumb ass wasn't happy with everything they had, always looking to grow and expand. While he was also willing to do that, he wasn't ready to blindly commit himself to things that didn't guarantee expansion. Sanada saw this as cowardly, he knew, but he just didn't understand the danger he was going to bring to his family.
He was rather loath to admit it, too, but with the way Sanada was going, he was just going to give the leadership up to him. He didn't want to die, and while he liked Natasha, tried to protect her from the life of a whore, her little aversion to fucking wasn't going to cost him his life!
"Yamada.." he grinned, feeling his lover massaging his shoulders a bit. He really needed that, a little comfort before he went down stairs and mingled with his family. If everything went as he planned, tonight as the last night he'd be their leader.
"Chaco, think everyone who's gonna show is here already?"
His lover hmmed, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Looks like it." his lover tentatively kissed his cheek, "You sure about this?"
"Yeah." Yamada sighed, turning around. "Let's just get this over with."
---
Ranma caught himself yawning. The party below had been going on for hours, night had fallen awhile ago. At least he was reasonably sure just who this Yamada dork was. There was something weird about him, the way he walked and mingled with the others, almost like he was checking everyone but the girls out. He debated on that for a moment, before shelving the thought away as pointless. Turning his attention back to Natasha, he watched her almost stumble across the yard. Her stance, everything about her just pointed to tired, possibly a headache. Hmmm...
---
"I told that bitch. "You think fuckin with the Slashers is safe? Bitch, yer about to get introduced to a world of pain!" and she pissed herself!" Sugoi exclaimed, laughing. The beer and drugs had his head going in loops, and he was talking stupid talk.
Yamada chuckled a bit, making a show that he was interested, when he really wasn't. "I bet."
"Ah man." Sugoi sighed, "You just had to be there man, it was hella funny." he blinked, waving at Natasha as she walked up, "Yo Tash."
"Hey." she grunted, eyeing Yamada, "Hey man, I'm feelin a little sick. You mind me crashin in yer room for a little?"
Yamada shrugged, "Nah. You know where it's at."
"Thanks." Natasha walked off, rubbing her forehead tiredly. She knew she had been over doing it with all the weed, and cursed herself a fool for it. She was just really, really, unhappy about being here at the moment, but that was mainly due to the constant abuse Sanada kept throwing her way all night long.
---
Ranma eyed the girl as she stumbled into the house. He wouldn't have even cared about her at that point, but almost as soon as she went into the house, the guy that had been bothering her most of the night gave his friends a smirk before following after her. Heck, he even pulled out a knife like he was going to use it. It just screamed 'Natasha was about to get hers', and for a moment he pondered if he should interfere.
A loud slam brought his attention to the room directly below him. Leaning over the roof, he spied Natasha tiredly rubbing her forehead before crawling into bed, sliding on the covers before grabbing a pillow. It wasn't long afterwards that the door creaked open, that dick from before sneaking in. Natasha must have been really out of it not to see that guy coming in, that or she was dead. Honestly, the guy didn't even move with skill, how could he possibly sneak up on the girl. He shook that thought off as unimportant.
---
Sanada grinned wickedly as he carefully, as quietly as he could shut and lock the door. He nearly let a scream of delight slip through as the girl didn't even twitch at the sound of the dead bolt locking. He licked his lips hungrily, slowly slinking up to the bed, his hungry eyes tracking over the girls body, admiring her plump little ass and her long legs. Hehe, this was going to be good.
A sudden wind picked up in the room, Natasha moaning a bit from it, but not waking up.
Sanada spared the window a glare. Damn it! Why oh why did Yamada of all people leave that thing open. He sighed, slowly making his way to the window, carefully shutting and locking it, once again restraining the urge to scream in triumph when the slumbering girl didn't awake from the sound. Slinking across the room, kicking off his shoes as he went, he carefully, or at least as carefully as his unbalanced ass could, climbed up on the bed and grabbed her by the shoulder, slowly pulling her on to her back. She moaned tiredly from the action, but her eyes didn't open.
"Alright Sanada.." he whispered, softly to himself. First thing he needed to do was get rid of all the weapons she had on her. He thanked the gods for the shit he had mixed in one of her drinks. Not exactly up to snuff with the date rape drug, but unless you seriously tried to wake the girl up, this stuff worked fine. And he didn't really want to wake the girl up until things were about to get started.. heh, teach this bitch her lesson!
---
Ranma watched from behind the Umi-sen-ken as the guy proceeded to strip the girl, first of her weapons, then of her clothes. He really couldn't understand this. From all the moving around and noise this dick was making, he was sure Natasha would have woken up or something, but she just seemed to be lying there. He was almost willing to bet she was asleep, but that didn't make sense. Maybe this was some type of sexual game, and that dork was her boyfriend or something? He sighed, inwardly. He had thought the girl was going to get assaulted or something, but now it didn't look that way, and what was worse that he was stuck! Locked in, he'd rather just stay hiding then give his position away.
He turned his head and stared at the wall when the guy started stripping after, and he thought this was rather kinky, tying the girls arms up overhead. Maybe this was the type of stuff that she got off on? Bah.
---
Natasha was dreaming, and it certainly wasn't a good one. This dream involved Sanada crawling up on top of her, a knife held in his teeth as he did something or another to her chest. No, not a good dream at all. When he lowered his head and bit one of her nipples, painfully, she realized quite angrily that it wasn't a dream.
Coming awake, she instinctually moved her arms to her waistline where she kept her daggers, only to discover the rude fact her arms had been tied up. "Get the fuck off me!"
Sanada smirk, making it a point of groping her titties, "Don't think so. I told ya I'd make you my bitch sooner or later." his hand began wandering south, tentatively scratching along her petals.
"No! Don't touch me!" she snapped, struggling to get the bastard off of her, but lacking the strength to do so.
"Bitch." Sanada scowled, pressing the edge of his knife against her throat. "I'm gonna tap this ass, whether you like it or not.." he licked her chin, "Just sit back an..." he blinked, suddenly dropping the knife and clawing at his throat as if something had grabbed him.
Natasha watched, transfixed, as Sanada was lifted off her body to dangle in the air. She didn't know if she should scream, or thank whatever god had saved her from being raped by that bastard. Her mouth dropped open in shock then, as Ranma flickered into view holding the guy up with one arm.
"Wrong move, dick." her savior responded coldly, throwing the guy against a wall, where he crashed before falling onto his hands and knees trying desperately to recover his breath. There was something entirely.. horrifying in watching the guy slowly move towards Sanada. His expression was ice cold, uncaring, but his eyes shown with such hate she couldn't help but shiver, especially when he grabbed the guy by the back of the head, before kneeing him in the face hard enough to break at the very least his nose, blood erupting in a sickening sight as he slammed against the wall again. Like a emotionless sentinel, Ranma reached down and grabbed the gangster by his neck, lifting him up again.
"Strike one, and this ain't baseball." he commented, almost casually as he moved towards the window. "If you ever get another, that's it.. get me?" he eyed the guy, showing through his eyes what he couldn't express in words. His dead seriousness, his ability to kill if he was ever crossed again.
Sanada gurgled up blood in response.
"Good." Ranma scowled, rearing back and throwing the gangster through the window.
---
Through luck, or an odd quirk of fate, Yamada had looked at his window a split second before Sanada came crashing through it, flipping once in mid air before crashing to the ground, but naked. One of the girls screamed the moment she saw blood, backing away from the groaning body as if it had the plague.
Yamada snapped into action immediately, "Sugoi! Shut that bitch up!" he looked up at the window, briefly catching a glimpse of a figure before whoever the hell it was moved into his room. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to a large grouping of his Soldiers, unmindful of the Sanada loyalists who had charged into the house the moment they realized it was their captain who had been pushed out of a fucking window. "You soldiers make sure not one mother fucker leaves. If word gets out, the cops will come runnin.. you get me?!"
The gangsters nodded, quickly doing as they were told. Yamada glanced at Sugoi just as he slapped the bitch who wouldn't stop screaming hard enough to knock her out, before returning to his side. The sound of a fight breaking out in his house caught his attention, immediately running towards the door with Sugoi in tow.
---
Ranma spared Natasha a glance. "Get dressed." he snapped, moving towards the door and opening it. It was do or die, now Ranma. He doubted ANYONE would miss that guy falling out of the window, which means he'd need to fight to his target. Ah well, it wouldn't have felt right if he didn't have to work for it, and he was going to work for it right now.
Topping the stairs, he tilted his head seemingly bored as a gangster ran up the stairs with a knife at the ready. He waited until the goon reached the top and stabbed at him. Arms flicking, he caught the little blade between his index, and middle finger of his right hand, before snapping the blade off with a twist of his wrist, an act the gangster gawked at before receiving a meaty punch to the face. Falling back, unconscious from that single blow, Ranma caught the gangster by the shirt, pulling him up and throwing him to the side, before slowly descending the stairs.
The next gangster running up had a katana. Ranma just shook his head, flicking his wrist and throwing the small piece of blade he had snapped off from that first gangsters knife, the blade flying true and piercing deep into the idiot's hand, the effect causing his hand to open up and drop the blade, which Ranma caught with his foot, kicking it up and catching it before slamming the hilt of the sword on top of the gangsters head, all in one motion. Unconscious from the strike, this time he did nothing as the gangster fell back and rolled down the stairs.
Ranma sighed. Okay, he could beat all these goons back and forth twice with out breaking a sweat. That wasn't to say he wanted to, or had the patience. Time to up the intimidation factor. Calling on his inner energies, he wrapped himself in a wreath of burning blue and black aura as he descended the stairs.
---
Yamada got inside just in time to see Jiro, one of Sanada's lackies, come rolling down the stairs and slammed into the ground unconscious. The rush of soldiers going upstairs quickly backed up at that point, looking as if they had seen a ghost, most tripping over each other trying to get away from whoever was coming down stairs. He eyed the stairs, eyebrow rising curiously as something hidden around the corner burned brightly. What the fuck was going on?
He only barely caught one of Sanada's lackies shaking his head and mumbling in absolute dread, "It.. it's fucking Ranma Saotome!"
Yamada was a gang leader, one gifted with a mind for tactics and a good memory. Anyone who was anyone knew who Ranma Saotome was, and he was no exception. He gulped, quite audibly as the pyre of burning madman reached the bottom of the stairs, his burning blue eyes tracing across the crowd, almost as if daring them to try something. To Yamada, he was facing perhaps his worst fear, some one who could very well kill him, he'd have the motive, what with the squads he sent to teach the punk a lesson before he realized just how unbelievably fucking powerful the kid was.
Casually and with out a care for his safety, Ranma stepped over the blithering cowards that were left of Sanada's little cronies. "Yamada.. which one of you is Yamada."
Yamada gulped. "I am."
Ranma smirked, sparing the older guy a long, long look over as he approached. No one was making a move against him, and he rather like it. They were scared of him, their fear brought him respect, and that was probably the best he could expect out of this. "Yer the leader of this little gang?"
"Yeah.." Yamada refused to show fear, but it was taking every last shred of his will not to fall down in terror, especially when Ranma lifted the sword, sliding the flat end of his sword alongside the gang leader's shoulder. He flashed his eyes to the staircase as Natasha came stumbling down, looking really, really pissed off. She froze once she entered the room and saw just what was happening, becoming intimidated like the rest of them by the burning aura of power that surrounded their attacker.
"I've been watchin you, eva since ya sent those people out ta get me." he tilted his head, almost as if daring the guy to deny it. When he didn't, he continued, "I've noticed yer little gang's been stagnant, not growin above the street punks you guys are currently. So I'm gonna give you a choice."
"Choice?" Yamada sweated, eyeing the blade pressed against his shoulders. Katana's in Japan, at least the ones they could afford, weren't sold sharpened. Which meant if he decided to use that.. well, he didn't want to think about it.
"Yield leadership to me." he finished, seriously.
Yamada blinked, forgetting his fear for a moment, "You wanna join the gang?"
"Join it?" he chuckled, a deep, dark thing, "I'm going to lead it, unless you say no.. then.. well.." he made it a point of staring at his Katana, "Then things are gonna get a little bloody around here."
"Ah.." he really, really didn't want to fuck with this guy. He quickly reviewed his options. If Ranma wanted leadership, he sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. At the very, very worst he'll get some flak from the various commanders, like Sanada... "You want it you got it!" he raised his arms in a warding gesture. No way in hell was he going to fuck with this guy.
Ranma smirked, blade flashing out, the flat of it slamming into the head of a gangster who had suddenly pulled out a modified pellet gun. "Just so you fuckers know, ifin you got a gun, don't expect that ta save you." his smirk widened, greatly, "I can dodge bullets."
He spared a glance over his shoulder, eyeing Natasha, before turning back to Yamada. "You and Natasha are gonna handle informin everyone I'm the new boss. I wanna meet the other heads, tomorrow, right here." he pulled out a handkerchief, "And if I think for a second you fuckers are trying to back stab me, well..." he left it hanging, before dropping the piece of cloth and vanishing from view, almost as if he never was.
Yamada sweated, sighing in relief. "Damn yo.. "
Natasha really, really wondered what Ranma was planning. If a guy like that was leading them, shit, she didn't know how far they could go, but was willing to bet it was far.
---
Let's Look Towards
Read the comments on this episode
See other episodes by Matdeception
(Posted Fri, 31 Dec 2004 09:18)
Questions? Problems? Suggestions?
Send a mail to addventure@bast-enterprises.de
or use the contact form.
らんま1/2 © Rumiko Takahashi
All other series and their characters are © by their respective creators or owners. No claims of ownership of these characters are implied by the authors of this Addventure, or should be inferred.
The Anime Addventure is a non-profit site.