[Episode 63892] [Episode 63892]Rage...
It had been a while since he'd felt anything other than the all encompassing rage. It had been the rage that had rescued him from depression, rage that had drove him to improve, rage that had shown him the path of destruction...
Taro was dead... Apparently he'd known far more than he'd let on. He'd used it as a taunt... Ranma could remember clearly the words that set him off (" - or maybe you'd rather ride pussy like those dykes of yours - "), he could even remember the smirk on the other boy's face as he said it; but what he remembered most was the look of agony on the cursed form of his opponent as he tore the tentacles off his back with his bare hands.
He'd enjoyed it...
He'd enjoyed Taro's pain. He'd enjoyed hearing the bovine scream that echoed across the city. He'd enjoyed watching the warm, red, flow between his fingers. But most of all, he'd enjoyed the feeling of power as Taro's life ebbed from his body.
He'd found his niche, his path. The dark path of murder and death... at least, so he'd thought at the time. In reality it was what he was good at, not what he wanted to do. He learned that from an opponent a year ago. A boy no older than him, seventeen, maybe even eighteen, surrounded by women who had eyes for him... They weren't like his fiancees. They loved that boy with every fibre of their being. The boy even had family who loved him. He could see the body language that transpired between them... That boy had everything Ranma had wanted, and more... it was no real mystery why Ranma hated him on the spot.
He'd challenged him... and lost... badly... He remembered being ahead, at the start. He remembered being thoroughly disappointed at the poor display of swordsmanship, he remembered feeling as the boy's blood spilled through his hands, the cries of the women, their screams... and then... power... the boy's power... a greater power than he could have hoped to match...
He'd lost his left arm in that battle, had it regrown afterwards, but every now and again, he still felt the phantom pains. It was a reminder of the boy, his ideals, his strength, and just how far Ranma had fallen... Tenchi Masaki, a name Ranma would forever hate and would forever respect.
Setting out on a path wasn't as clear cut anymore. Death and murder was what he was good at, but it wasn't something he wanted. Not anymore... What he wanted he didn't have; no family who cared, no friends worth a damn, and no woman who wanted him beyond what she could take...
He was stronger now, stronger than he'd ever been in Nerima. It had only been a year and a few months, but the training had been brutal and the enemies even more so. Saffron was gone, for good this time... (Kiima's scream as she watched her lord die still brought a much needed spice to his dreams)and even Herb had fared no better. Ranma even had his very own techniques which he'd sealed. Techniques which put his father's crap to shame. The nekoken itself being his pride. Not that it mattered any. He didn't have a plan, didn't have a goal, didn't even have a destination anymore.
What the hell was he going to do now?
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