In his years of becoming the worlds second most chaotic mercenary, Deadpool was currently in the #1 spot, Ranma had changed in many ways. One of the more noteworthy ways was that he no longer allowed himself to be manipulated by women. The rival mercenary Silver Sable could provide proof of that, mainly in the form of plastic surgery bills. Even so, it seemed a universal law that he would always get drawn into situations with the strangest of women.
One of these situations was when the Skang Kee crime family hired him almost a year before. He wasn't informed by their leader, Ho, that their presence had sparked issues with a local vigilante. The Punisher's interferance hadn't kept him from accomplishing his mission, but in the months following, she had somehow found and attacked him EVERY time he set foot in Tokyo.
Granted that was only a handfull of times, but it was starting to get annoying. He was almost tempted to stop holding back and just beat her down so she'd stop, but it was just so ammusing to piss her off.
So he settled into a relaxed stance as the woman landed on the roof, taking an offensive stance with one of her paddles at the ready, Ranma wasn't fooled by its wooden apperance, he'd seen her deflect gunfire with the thing.
"Taskmaster, you've been naughty again. You won't escape me this time!" She charged forward swinging her weapon, Ranma leaned back so it sailed past in front of his face, then jumped as she spun into a leg sweep. He let out a little whistle as she came to a stop, a long bare leg extended from beneath her loose black kimono.
"Always so worked up. You should really take some time off. Too much stress will make you nuts. I should know." He slid left as a whip lashed out from her sleeve. "Then again your a fetish themed vigilante, so its probably too late."
"Silence villan! I'll wash your mouth out with soap!" She closed the distance and the two began a hand to hand battle. Ranma had to admit she was a damn good martial artist. She might even have given him a challenge...twenty years ago. As it was he was toying with her, rather then landing strikes he instead gave highly annoying pokes to her nose, forehead, or other available targets. "You think your so powerfull! Try this!"
She threw her hands forward and to Ranma's suprise a number of ropes immediatly shot from her sleeves wrapping around him. 'Someone's picked up a new trick.' He thought to himself as he fell forward. His apparent capture smirked as she sat down on his backside, slowing removing a feather from her oh so obvious cleavage.
"There is no escaping me this time, naughty boy. When I'm done you'll be begging for the chance to make it up to me." she chuckled as she reached to remove his hood while he struggled helplessly. Well, maybe not so helplessly, since his legs bent back, wrapped around her waist, and in a quick twist, reversed their places. Before she relized it, he had wrapped her arms in her own ropes!
"You were saying, Punisher-chan?" He whispered in her ear, running the same feather along her neck. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking her. Even if the feather felt really....nice as it brushed her face, or if his seating caused her wiggling bottom to rub his..."Now, now. None of that. As fun as it might be to...play with you, I have business to take care of."
And just like that he was gone. She growled as she slowly worked out of the bondage. Her eyebrow twitching when she realized her panties were soaked, AGAIN! "That does it, the next time I fight Taskmaster, I'm going comando!"
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The punk pulled his motorcycle to a stop outside the bar his gang hung out at, getting off along side the scantily clad young woman that had been sitting behind him. He smirked as he looked around. It always made him feel powerful knowing noone in Nerima would stop him. His martial artist street gang owned this town, as he walked to the door he heard a thump behind him, turning around he saw some clown in a cloak messing with his bike!
"I could just roof hop, but it seems like such a shame to walk." The stranger mumbled as he quickly and easily hotwired the bike. The gang member growled and pulled his trademark crowbar out of his jacket.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Thats my bike!"
"Was."
"What?"
"This was your bike. You've just donated it to the 'Please don't hurt me' fund. A very important charity."
"Noone talks that way to the head of the Nerima Wrecking Crew!" The punk charged the skull masked weirdo, swinging his weapon downward. The man casually grabbed it, and with a flick of his wrist the teenager found himself flying into a wall, moments before the crowbar stabbed into the bricks near his head.
As the guy drove off on his bike, he stood up and pulled his weapon from the wall. "You'll pay for this! Noone makes a fool of Dirk Hibiki!" He called out.
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