“Greeaaaannnnn...” Ranma mumbled to himself as he landed into a dumpster closing the lid atop him. (I can’t take much more of this...) All he did was come up on a beach, and pandemonium broke loose. Geeze, what was with people. They were acting like they never saw Gojira before...
...then again, they were ALSO acting like they’d seen Gojira before, but come on! It wasn’t like he was some huge two-hundred foot monster that towered over most buildings and came through only to cause havoc or fight with other Kaiju. All he was doing was wait around the docks and see if the others would catch up or were already there and looking for him.
But no~Ooooo... the JDSF had to have different plans for him. Armored jeeps with gun turrets were annoying as hell! The guns were of no real threat to him thanks to his thick hide, but it was like being swarmed by angry hornets that were pissed because he’d stepped on their hive or something. It was itching!
So Ranma had to go on the run, and finding out that his form really wasn’t all that suited for running. It was more like waddling at high-speeds, and he was pretty sure after people got over their terror of seeing a real-life Gojira, they’d probably be laughing at how ridiculous he looked. After all, there were some many people around with cameras and camcorders who were following him along with the police.
Fortunately, both groups neutralized each other as the police had to take the time to break up the gathering of television and newspaper crews out for a good story. It gave him enough time to get ahead of the crows and out of sight. The fact he found a dumpster and could hide out for the time being was a godsend. A smelly godsend, but it was large enough for him to hide in, and hopefully, would throw the police and paparazzi off track.
“Greeaaaaaaaannnnnnn...” (Stupid, trigger-happy law enforcement...) Ranma grumbled to himself. At least now he understood why his Pops more or less always wanted to keep a wide berth of space away from the police and such. Damn, they were annoying. He hadn’t done anything and they were just opening fire
The worst part was not really being able to do anything to really keep track of time. He had no watch and it wasn’t like he could look out often at the sun. Who knew might be close by? So finally, Ranma settled for just literally counting out the time...
“Greeaaaannnnn... Greeaaaannnnn… Greeaaaannnnn…” (One Takahashi... Two Takahashi... Three Takahaski...) Ranma started to softly mumbled to himself.
CHOMP!CHOMP!CHOMP!
“GROWF!!!” Genma cried out as the rascally Vorpal Rabbit took another chunk off of his backside. Curse that boy for abandoning his father in his time of need! Curse him, he said! Curse him!
CHOMP!CHOMP!CHOMP!
“GRROOOOWF!!!” Genma cried out again as he continued to run faster and faster on the ocean, causing a nice spray of water behind him as his feet made contact with the waves and kept going.
“Greeaaaaaaaannnnnnn... Greeaaaaaaaannnnnnn... ...Grreeeeeaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn...” (One-thousand-eight hundred and seventy-six Takahashi... One-thousand-eight hundred and seventy-seven Takahashi... ...Oh Kami, I wish I had some hot water...) Ranma grumbled to himself. He was so freaking bored he felt like he was going to fall asleep at this point. There was only so much he could count, and he still had no freaking clue how much time had really passed by.
If he realized it had only been a half-hour, Ranma would’ve roared in frustration.
However, Ranma was soon taken out of his semi-comatose state by the sound of something hitting against the dumpster. His was alert now and prepared for anything.
When ‘anything’ didn’t happen, Ranma slowly put his head to the side of the dumpster to see if he could hear anything. What he got was the sound of someone breathing very heavily. Well, that was something. But why was someone breathing heavily?
Then Ranma heard a male voice. “Found you, you little freak!” The owner of said voice obviously had to be a kid or a young teen, as it was rather squeaky.
“Yeah,” a new voice spoke up. “You ran outta school before we could teach you a lesson.”
“Monsters like you shouldn’t be around,” went a third voice.
Now Ranma’s curiosity was piqued. What the hell was going on out there?
Finally, the panting stopped... or rather was interrupted by the person talking, what sounded like a young girl. “Please... please don’t hurt me...” she begged of her tormentors.
“You brought this on yourself,” Ranma could hear the first male voice began to speak again. “We’re going to teach you a lesson for being different, freak!”
Narrowing his eyes in anger, Ranma couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How dare some little snot-nosed punks pick on some poor little girl for being ‘different’? He may have been a Kaiju at the moment, but deep down, he was still Ranma Saotome, martial artist! And it was his duty to defend the fairer sex and the week, as was instilled in my by his chauvinistic old man.
Standing up, Ranma threw the top lids back as he stood at his full height, arms raised and looking down at the little hellions before letting off a loud and powerful roar. “GREEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUNNNN!!!” (Boo.)
The result from the three kids was instantaneous. With shrill screams, the trouble-makers turned and ran out of the alley was if the hounds of hell were on their tails.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Hotaru had her back to the dumpster for support as she wondered why the bullies had just run off... and why did the whole area seem to shake?
Slowly, she looked up to see the tall and menacing form of Gojira standing there. He was looking down at her, waving his right clawed hand in greeting. “Greeaaannnn?” (You okay little girl?)
Hotaru continued to look up at the now smiling form of Gojira... he’d saved her? She was saved by Gojira? Wow... she thought her life was strange before, but this was a whole new level.
And in a way, it made her... well, ‘pleased’ would be the right word. Those jerks had been tormenting her for awhile now, and here some great and powerful Kaiju came and scared them away to protect her.
Slowly, Hotaru asked the rather small Kaiju, (who was still taller than her) “Do you want to be friends?”
Blinking his eyes once, Ranma slowly nodded his head. Hey, maybe if he was seen walking around with a little girl, no one would bother him. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to escort her home. Those bullies might come back and try to hurt her again, and Ranma couldn’t allow for that to happen, not to such a small and obviously sickly girl.
Hotaru gave Gojira a small smile. He wanted to be friends!
...
But how was she going to get him back home?
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