Beautiful Liar - part 2

Standard Takahashi Disclaimer Here

Well, because of your input, in addition to my obsession to create my own
sick little domains, I have decided to write another part to this story. 
As always, I must warn you that this is not a particularly bright fic. 
Oops, guess I forgot to warn you with the first one... Well if you're
reading this, then you must either not care or are a sucker for
punishment.

So on, so forth...the curtains part to reveal the hidden...

...
Ranma considered his first fatal day in school.  Maybe the sheer rage of
the female inhabitants, hot and sticky, should have warned him of his
onrushing fate.  Not like it would have mattered, he was just as enmeshed
in her silken honey then as he is now.  His little match with Kuno had
brought him no pleasure, though.  It seemed that he had been the first
person to ever really show concern about him and his condition.  Shame
Kuno was such a judgmental bastard...
Ranma laughed ruefully as he recalled the events later that first, horrid
day.
...
        The students were all gathered together for a class meeting before
lunch.  Ranma's raven tressed temptress merely shrugged and slid her arm
through his as they walked to the auditorium.  As always, Ranma could feel
the eyes of the others beating against his soul.  Unlike him, Akane seemed
to bask in the filth the boring Irises spread.
        The pair took up their assigned seats.  Akane promptly placed her
hand over his crotch and reveled in the stiffening fruit beneath it. 
Ranma sighed inwardly.  He'd been playing this game with many people for
many, many long years.  As Akane skillfully manipulated, satin against
steel, Ranma lost his disdain and embraced the spoiled rapture that her
sensual (to whit, all) acts brought him.  He fell again into his
accustomed role of hired pleasurer, but sought not the gold of the earth,
but rather the bitter salts of loving approval.  Thus they continued,
almost unconscious of, but still basking in, the essential sordidness of
their public display.  Perhaps Ranma could have rationalized his
acquiescence to his upbringing, or perhaps to his engagement, but rather
he did neither of these things, only riding in the sheer animal pleasure.
        Unfortunately the world continued its breakneck ramblings, the
bird sung in the air, and the flower spread its pollen.  Sharing the
contact of ages, the pair sat oblivious through the speeches of their
peers, until a certain preacher took the stand.  His damning speech
against their union shook them of Hell's reverie.
        "My children, it has come to my blessed attention that whore of
Babylon has managed to ensnare another victim in her web of corruption. 
You know as well as I that God shall smite the Unholy, but it breaks my
heart to allow such an innocent to be held under by such a foul being. 
Thus, we do not fight the harridan to reap the Lord's vengeance, but
rather to save the soul of a lost sheep.  That poor, wayward child's name
is Saotome Ranma."
        The words overcame Ranma's pleasurable obliviousness.  Sodium and
Potassium ions danced their primal dance, control wanes, animal instincts
overcome reason, reason agrees with the animal instincts.  Ranma leaps to
his feet, disturbing Akane.  He screams, "I AM NOT YOUR SHEEP!"
        Air parts, allowing the moving to reach their goal.  The light
seems to dim as the shocked students stare at the leaping Ranma.  Ten,
twenty feet are consumed by his ravenous anger.  Great Aeolus looses the
west winds, as pure anger heats the air.  Cat's feet land silently on the
podium, while bestial rage overcomes speakers.
        The flawed speaks.  "Now listen.  Akane is MY fiancée.  Whoever
lays so much as a fucking finger on her will be landed in the hospital for
a fucking week.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!"
        Silence overcomes the room as the Temptress reveals a little grin.
 Temptation's sister only shakes her head at how fast he became a slave. 
Finally the student body meekly acquiesces to the enraged worm.  Fury
overcomes holiness as Kuno attempts to strike Ranma, only to discover what
ten years in Hell can do to one's skill.  Demon verses Angel, the dance
continues.
        Ranma launches a quick attack, fist blurring.  Kuno, startled by
the rejection of his Faith, could only block the furious blows. 
Staggering backwards, Kuno reels under the force.  He holds his hand up to
Ranma in the universal sign of pause.  Ranma smirks, confidence filling
his frame.  Maybe if he beats this asshole in front of his "congregation,"
they would all just leave him alone.  Kuno catches his breath, then opens
the Bible and starts to pray.
        "I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard me cry for
mercy.  Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him for as long as
I live."
        A faint golden sheen covers Kuno's features.
        "The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of Sheol came upon
me; I was overcome by trouble and sorrow.  Then I called on the name of
the Lord; 'O Lord, save me!''
        Kuno's battle aura grew.  Golden purity cooled the air, feeding
Ranma's rage.  How dare he...
        "The Lord is gracious and righteous; our God is full of
compassion.  The Lord protects the simplehearted; when I was in great
need, he saved me."
        The glow stifled Ranma's confidence.  He had never seen such a
martial arts chi aura.  Could it be that God touched Kuno?  The idea
enraged Ranma.  All his life "God" had allowed him to be defiled, sold,
beaten, corrupted.  He finally met someone who loved him and here was a
"holy man" telling him that their union was unholy?
        Red light flickered from Ranma's skin as he focused on his anger,
decay.  Red and black warred against golden purity.  The soiled spoke. 
"Your God is dead.  His promises are lies.  Feel the power of the life I
live and see if you can hold up to your own standards."
        Hell's gates opened.  Abyssal brimstone flared against Ivory
gates.  Light and dark, innocent and corrupt, the eternal strife localized
into a single point.  Ivory tarnished, light fades and the darkness scream
its triumph to the heavens.=20
        Ranma confidently stepped over Kuno's prone body and up to the
podium.  His lips moved, still glowing with the colors of his Rage.  "This
meeting is over."
        Furikan High met its new minister.  And wept.
...
        Ranma sighed.  Reflecting on the past, his display did little to
alter the situation.  True, the girls no longer greeted Akane at the gates
of the school in the morning, but then, she had never worried about them. 
Kuno had no real change in attitude, other than a stronger determination
to "save me."
.       Ranma was absolutely unable to figure Kuno out.  After all he'd
done to him, he still mercilessly tried to convert Ranma.  Oddly enough,
though, Kuno was absolutely unable to grasp the fact that he was the same
as his cursed form.
...

        Misery was, it seemed, a rather integral part of this day.   His
father true to form had decided to spar with him.  Ordinarily, that would
not have been a problem, but this morning Mr. Tendo decided to join in. 
"I guess the old bastard finally figured out that I am too much for him
and enlisted some help."  Between the two of them, they gave Ranma quite a
beating.  They had, after all trained for years under the same master and
were accustomed to working in a group.  Ranma was hesitant to strike the
father of the girl he loved, as so was swamped by the combined attacks of
the two older men.
        Akane watched the whole display, and when Genma carelessly flung
Ranma's bruised form towards the house, she just looked at him with
disgust in her eyes.  Breakfast was made even more miserable by Kasumi's
little comments.  "Stupid bitch." Ranma thought as he sipped his tea.
"Doesn't fight a damn bit, and then asks me if I would be okay fighting
two obviously superior foes.  And she did it so blaze.  Damn her!  I
couldn't even snap back."  Ranma's inner distaste grew only further as
Kasumi subserviently cleared the dishes from the table.  He knew quite
well that Kasumi disapproved of his past.  Like he had any choice in the
matter.  Yet she remained polite to his worthless father, while giving him
that evil, yet somehow vapid look in her eyes.  Akane seemed to notice,
yet she did nothing.  The injustice of it all bit deeply.  Something else
bothered him as well.  He noticed that Kasumi never looked at him in the
way that women usually do.  He never saw desire in her eyes, only that
blissful look of disgust.
        The walk to school was even worse.  Two-thirds into the trip, some
dumb ol' hag splashed cold water onto him.  Anger accompanied the change. 
Ranma looked over to see the source of his antagonism.  What he saw only
caused the bile to rise further in his soul.  She was a wrinkled old lady,
complete with the stale stench that all elders seem to carry with them,
like the touch of rot reminding of the grave so soon approaching.  The
obvious desire in her eyes curdled his heart.  Flashes of that night in
China, Kuh Lon's lustful, grabbing hands...
        Ranma let the cesspool in his chest rise to his lips.  "You
wr-hrrrmmmph!"  Akane's hand clamped firmly on his lips.  "Damnit Ranma! 
How dare you even start with an old lady!  Look at you, you're a girl
again.  Let's go get some hot water, unless you want to show up for school
like that."
        Akane got a thoughtful little look on her features.  "That
wouldn't be such a bad idea...I know lot's of girls who go for this sort
of thing."  Then she shook her head, midnight locks sliding like silk
across her shoulders.

...

        Ranma sat back.  That was when he first met Him.  The psychopath. 
The freak.  The damn fine doctor, though.  That guy had patched up more
wounds on him than he could count.  And in only three months.  He didn't
like the method of payment, but Ranma had certainly had worse.  Much
worse.

...

        Akane sauntered into the doctor's office.  "Stay here Ranma, I'll
get you some water."  With that Akane giggled a little and walked out of
the room.  Ranma took a moment to appraise the waiting room.  Spartan,
with a couple of couches and a few nice pictures.  No wait...those
pictures were not as nice as they seemed at first glance.  He'd never been
a fan of modern art, but he could make out forms in the wavy lines and
peaceful colors.  Figures in positions of agony.  One seemed to be doubled
over with some sort of object thrust through his abdomen.  Another was
attempting to keep her face from being ripped off by what appeared to be
hooks.  "Interesting pictures for a doctor's office."
        "You like them."  Ranma leaped into the air and landed in a combat
stance.  Nobody snuck up on you without harmful intent.  His life had
proved that enough times.
        The man in front of him seemed amused by his reactions.  Brown
hair framed soft features.  Glasses covered his eyes.  But what Ranma
noticed, cataloged, and reacted two was the man's body.  Normal people
would not have noticed, but Ranma saw the image of a skilled, deadly
martial artist.  And what he saw made him even more wary.
        Akane stepped up beside the doctor with a kettle in hand.  She
stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheek.  "Ranma, this
is our family doctor, Dr. Tofu.  Dr. Tofu, this is my fiancée, Ranma."
        The doctor gave Ranma another appraising glance.  He shook his
head.  "I didn't know that lesbian marriages were legal. "  He broke out
into a large smile as he looked down to Akane.  "So, what turned you off
from men?  Not myself, I hope?"
        Akane just laughed and poured the hot water onto Ranma's head. 
"Nope, I still like my men, even though I do...wander.  Don't worry, you
can continue to sell me those pills."  Doctor Tofu gave Ranma yet another
appraising glance.  This time it carried a little more...intent.  Ranma
almost winced at what he was so used to seeing in those eyes.  "No, not
again...not now that I've found somebody I can truly love..." Ranma's
thoughts reflected the bitter wings that beat there crimson path across
his mind.  "Not again..."
        Akane and Tofu busily discussed her nights with Ranma, oblivious
to his presence.  Tofu whistled softly at the tails of his...performance. 
He then motioned Ranma over.
        "Akane, why don't you wait here.  I have something that Ranma and
I need to discuss.  You know, a doctor patient talk."  Akane just nodded
and sat, blissfully thumbing through a teen's magazine.
        Dr. Tofu shut the door behind them.  Ranma sat uneasily on the bed
as Tofu looked up at the ceiling, gathering what he was going to say.  He
then looked down at Ranma and raised an eyebrow.  "Jusenkyo, I presume?" 
Ranma could only nod, surprised by the doctor's knowledge.
        "You do know the cure for your curse, don't you?"
        At this, Ranma couldn't suppress a grimace.  "Yeah, we figured it
out right quick.  But the damn old man decided that we were better off
with the curse.  As a disguise, because that old bastard picked up enemies
left and right."
        Dr. Tofu just sighed knowingly.  "And because it was more
profitable to have you have both forms, no?
        "Yeah, you could say th...HEY!  How did you know what the Hell I
did for a living!?!"
        "Nobody your age is THAT skilled at keeping Akane happy unless you
are a professional.  What I'm worried about is if you have any...diseases
that you might give to your fiancée."
        "Don't worry about that doc.  I found out the hard way that my
curse does have some positive aspects.   It would seem that when I change
forms, any and all microbes are flushed out of my system.  Same with any
fetuses.  The John's were always happier not to have to wear any
protection, so I guess that worked out in my 'favor' as well."
        Dr. Tofu just looked at Ranma, a small grin creasing his features.
 "Such pain in your life, Ranma.  Such pain."  A dangerous glint entered
into the doctor's eyes.  His features grew somehow stronger, as if more of
his soul was tearing it's way to the surface.  "Do the other know of your
life?  Do they reject you, judge you?"  Tofu seemed to get more excited,
his tone raising slightly.
        "Yeah," Ranma answered, blind to the doctor's increase excitement.
"But the only one of the Tendos who's had any inkling would be Kasumi."
        The doctor froze.  His calm features were replaced by a look of
utter, animal hatred.  The words came out in a hiss.  "Never say that name
in my office again."
        Ranma looked up, surprised.  "Who, Kasumi?"
        Dr. Tofu's inhuman scream raked across the Nerima morn.  Soon, a
second, equally inhuman scream added to the hellish chorus.  The agony
laced in the cries were enough to cause an old man walking down the street
to shake his head sadly.  "It seems someone was foolish enough to mention
HER.  May the gods have pity on their souls."
        The screams continued, accompanied by crashes, popping, and
shattering.

...

        Ranma smiled ruefully at the memory.  It seemed the good doctor
had some problem with Kasumi.  "Despite the pain, which was agonizing at
best, the worst part about it all was the fact that Akane just shook her
head at my suffering and called me an utter idiot for not seeing the
obvious. "  Ranma shook his head slowly, as if to erase both the memory
and the self-loathing.  It didn't work.  "I guess I am pretty stupid...he
did give me warning.  Damn fine martial artist, though.  I learned quite a
few pain grips from that little...encounter."
        As hard as it was to believe, Ranma's day only traveled downhill.

...

        Ranma left the office, his male body still shaking from the
intense doses of agony.  Akane just shook her head at his suffering and
told him to hurry up, or they would be late to school.  As they journeyed
on, the day grew darker, shadows gathering where sunlight had played. 
Above, ominous rolling darkness clumped, promising to weep upon the
unsuspecting.  The celestial gates parted, as it were, just as the regent
and thrall approached the gates of Furinkan.   Despite the downpour, Kuno
stood stolidly, waiting for the pair.  A soft golden glow covered his
features as he noticed the figure standing beside Akane.
        "So, foul spawn of the darkest pits of Sodom's corruption, I see
you have brought one of your tainted succubae with you.  I, Tatewaki Kuno,
protector of the Bible club, shall not allow you to spread further the
corruption upon the blessed land of Furinkan High.  Look, even the purity
of heaven's tears cannot remove the stain you leave upon this earth.  It
would seem the only pure thing about you is the excrement you leave.  You
will release the chains or sin that you have forged around Saotome Ranma! 
You shall send this foul, withered hag back unto the Hell that spawned
her!  You shall no longer sully--URK!"
        Kuno's speech was ended quite forcefully by the interjection of
Ranma's knuckles into Kuno's personal space.  The red and black mural of
Ranma's aura grew in the cold rain.  Brutally he drove his fists into
Kuno's prostrate form while Akane just watched with a little grin.  A bell
chimed in the distance.  Oblivious, Ranma continued to pummel the priest
until Akane slapped him aside the head.  He just looked in dumb shock as
she grabbed his hand and ran them into the school building.  "Damn it,
Ranma, you made us late!"  Akane and her fiancée burst into the room
just as the bell rang a second time.
        The teacher looked at the pair in surprise.  "Tendo Akane, just
who is your friend?  And why were you almost late for class."
        Akane just blinked a couple times.  "We got caught in the rain. 
And this is my fiancée, Ranma."
        "Um, Akane...I'm a girl right now..." Ranma whispered, mortified.
        The class was abuzz with mutterings, curses, and low whistles. 
The teacher just raised her eyebrow.  Then she relaxed, a slightly
predatory grin crossed her face as hunger flashed in her eyes.  "You two
will see me after class.  We need to discuss your...grades."
        The room fell silent as the couple took their seats and the lesson
began.

....

        Ranma shook his head and sighed.  He seemed to do that too much
when he remembered his past.  That was when he discovered that his
fiancée didn't mind sharing... as long as she said so.  That was the
first of the many humiliations he bared for her.  "Damn it!  Damn it!  Why
did his life treat him this way?  Why did everyone he loved sell him off?"
 Tear sprung unbidden to his eyes.  Gone were the concerns with manhood,
pride, and machismo.  Rather, pain, emptiness, and disappointment were the
only companions to his soul.  His ribs felt tight against his heart, an
all too familiar sensation.  The world went from gray to the deepest,
impenetrable black.  Love battled hatred, as his soul seemed content to
shred itself.  Even the sex began to feel machinelike...giving without
receiving.  The calm he had experienced earlier in her arms seemed to
leave after that day.  "Does she love me, or is she just like the old
bastard, using me for her own advantage.  Dear Lord, I can't stop loving
her!  Why must pain be the only emotion I know. Why can't love find me?"
        Sadness cycled into anger, a more comfortable emotion.  "Damn my
father anyhow.  I'm gonna give that unrepentant bastard such a beating
that he'll be bleeding from every hole in his body."  Ranma cracked his
knuckles as he paced out of his room.  He saw his worthless father playing
yet another one of his pointless games of shogi.
        "Yo, fat-ass.  It's time to get the beating you'll never forget."
        "Boy, I'll show you what a beating really is.  You having been
training as hard as a true martial artist should!  I think your fiancée
is making you soft."
        Ranma's eye narrowed.  He hissed out his anger, then sprung at the
source of all his pain.  Despite his greater experience, Genma was a poor
contest against Ranma's unholy fury.  Genma was treated with the sight of
his son's red and black battle aura before the lights turned out.
        "Heh.  That was satisfying."

...

End part 2-Beautiful Liar.

        Well, I decide to keep the episodes short so as to make publishing
and proofing faster.  As always, comment and criticisms are welcome, as
well as flames.  I know that the writing style did change some as the
story continued, but you'll see that happen throughout.  If you have
problem with that, feel free to tell me.

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