No Control

Part II

“The Bringer of Pain”

By:

Jesse Lawrence-Hayden

A.K.A.

Ashura Ayanami

A Ranma ½ fanfic

Nabiki scowled as she sat under her desk. The earthquake of pure power had driven almost everyone out of the school except for Ukyo and herself. She scowled, looking down at her hands. The okonomiyaki chef was hiding next to her.

“Tendo, I’m going out there,” Ukyo said finally. “I have to know what’s going on with Ran-chan.” Somehow, she could sense the power that Ranma-chan was emitting from the roof. She started to get up when Nabiki pulled her back under the desk.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “You don’t want to know what’s going on up there.

---

Up on the roof, they were finishing each other off. Each girl had their mouth on one of the other’s clefts. The slurping sounds excited all three as they slowly made their way to their orgasms.

Akume-chan smiled ravenously as she flicked her tongue across Kyuui’s clitoris, nibbling lightly on the bud of nerve endings as Kanashimi plunged her tongue into her, causing her to spasm with ecstasy. In response, Akume- chan used a little known technique called the “Flutter Tongue” on Kyuui, and a special shiatsu to send her over the edge. Kanashimi climaxed as well as the red-eyed girl’s innermost walls clenched around her tongue because of the way Kyuui’s own tongue swirled around her clit, bringing forth gasps and a near-deafening scream from her.

The climax then went from one person to another in an endless chain, then petered out as their bodies gave out from exhaustion.

All three had been working at this for about 5 hours after Akume-chan woke up from the slight concussion she had suffered from the double-teaming Mallet Sisters, Kyuui and Kanashimi Tendo. It was getting dark, they knew, but none of them wanted to leave. This moment was too nice.

But, all things eventually come to an end as Akume-chan got to her feet, crimson eyes glowing.

“Kyu-chan, Kana-chan, I must go,” she whispered, scowling.

“But, why?” Kyuui said, her metallic-blue eyes narrowing. She had a hunch about what the red-haired martial artist was going to do. And no one was going to like it.

Kanashimi moved so that she had her breasts pressed against Akume- chan’s back. “You’re going to make others pay, aren’t you?” she whispered, grinning slightly. Then, she nibbled on the red-head’s earlobe, her hands tickling the smaller girl’s inner thighs. It seemed that Kanashimi had a cruel streak in her, like her Mother, but unlike Akane, she liked to watch the violence, instead of administering it.

“You could say that, Kana-chan,” Akume-chan said, moaning quietly as her head rolled back a bit. Her crimson eyes closed as she gripped Kanashimi’s wrists and gently forced them away. “It’s time for some other fiancés to get a taste of me,” she said, smirking evilly. “But first.”

Akume-chan looked down at the school’s roof, scowling slightly. “Nabiki. and Ukyo. How convenient.”

---

Ukyo Kuonji, the master of Okonomiyaki Martial Arts, the cute fiancé, frowned as she continued to look at the ceiling. She had finally had enough. She was going to find out what was going on with her Ran-chan before anything else happened.

For some reason, Nabiki kept insisting that she not go up to the roof, but Ukyo thought that unless she paid Nabiki, she would never get any good information from the extortionist. So, against all advice, she was on her way up the stairs.

A loud crashing noise right above her head, and a spray of plaster and rubble a split second after she stepped into the stairwell, she was staring face to face with an extremely pissed off Ranma-chan.

“R-Ran-chan!?” Ukyo squeaked as she stared at Ranma-chan, her eyes as wide as saucers.

‘Ranma’-chan grinned evilly as she pressed her hand against the chef’s bound bosom. She clenched her fist around the bindings through her shirt, and shredded them like paper. Strips of the fabric fell to the floor like confetti as ‘Ranma’-chan started to caress Ukyo’s large bust with the calloused fingers of an extremely well-trained warrior.

“Ukyo... Do you like this?” she whispered, trailing her fingers around Ukyo’s nipples. They became as hard as diamonds in mere seconds as a moan escaped from her mouth.

“R-Ran-c-chan.” she moaned, shivering under ‘Ranma’-chan’s touch. Until ‘Ran-chan’ pinched them so hard that Ukyo screamed.

The redhead sneered down at her, growling softly. “Bitch,” she muttered. “You’re not even worth it, Kuonji.” Her voice of full of venomous hatred, ‘Ran-chan’ screamed in her face, “You’re nothing but a fucking slut, you god damn cunt!!!” She punched the okonomiyaki chef in the tits, knocking her onto the ground. As Ukyo landed on her rump, Akume-chan flash- kicked her into the ceiling, blood and plaster spraying. The red fluid flowed from Ukyo’s body, falling down onto Akume-chan’s pretty face. “Good night, Ucchan,” she murmured as she threw the chef’s body through the wall.

She fell from the third story, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. She didn’t scream.

---

An ambulance arrived in less than five minutes, since someone had called the police, but they couldn’t save her. Sometime later in the future, one of the paramedics told a strange tale to her grandson, about a lot of martial artists and a place called Nerima, Japan. He asked what happened to them, wondering if their tales were true. She told him that one of them had died on her shift, from a fall from the third story of Furinkan High. Some speculated that she jumped, while others said she was pushed. But, there was one thing the paramedic knew in her heart. The girl could have been saved, but she had just, given up. Like life wasn’t worth it..

---

Akume-chan looked down through the hole in the wall, a sneer on her face.

“Good bye to bad rubbish,” she muttered, her sneer changing to a grin, one that would send shivers up the spines of anyone who saw it. She brought her head away from the hole in the wall, and walked down the hallway to the stairs. ‘I’m going out. make sure no one fucks with my girls,’ she thought, that soft smile still upon her lips. It was the smile of the wicked, and it fit perfectly upon her features. Akume-chan opened the door to the staircase, and went down the stairs, whistling softly. She yawned. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she slipped past the police outside, jumping over the cars, and just walked down the street like a normal human being. She headed straight for the Neko- Hanten, her soft, creepy grin never leaving her face.

---

Kyuui blinked softly down at the body on the ground below them. “Akume, what have you done.” she whispered, her metallic blue eyes shimmering with tears. It reminded her too much of their mother, how she had died. The car crash, which she as well had been in, had shattered a few vertebrae in Kimiko Tendo’s neck, and over a matter of months, the bone fragments slowly pinched and severed the nerves of her spine, leaving her with a failing body and a dying soul. Slowly, so slowly, Kimiko’s organs shut down and died, one by one, until, her heart stopped, unable to receive signals from the brain. The nerves had been cut. Those months were agonizing to her, and her three daughters. Nabiki seemed to be the only one able to keep a cool head, but even she had wept at the funeral.

Now, she had to watch something much like that, and yet so different it was like watching some grotesque horror movie. Ukyo’s crumpled form would seem like an ant from the height that they were at, but Kyuui could see it perfectly. Even if Ukyo survived, which was highly unlikely (No duh), she knew the chef would be paralyzed from the waist down. Better that she died quickly than endure the months of agony.

Snapping back to reality, she looked over at Kanashimi, looking deep into the Guardian’s face. She was almost ecstatic as she looked down, the grin on her face matching Akume-chan’s almost perfectly.

“What are you smiling about, Kana-chan?” she murmured, the frown on her face deepening.

“Don’t you see what this means?!” Kanashimi jumped up, laughing. “Ranma is Akane’s! Akume wanmts her..I just know it!”

Kyuui scowled, her brow furrowing up. “You’ve got an evil streak that I don’t like, Kana.”

The Guardian of Akane looked over to her Cousin, scowling softly. “So?” she shouted as her cobalt eyes burning brightly in her head. “What’s wrong, Kyu? Afraid I might hurt someone..?” she whispered, her fingers trailing along her Cousin’s cheek. She had to admit, Kasumi’s body was very attractive, but Akane’s was better to her. It fit her, including the girl’s personality.

“No, Kana-chan, but.” She wasn’t quite able to place her finger on why she was worried.

---

Xian-Pu was wiping down the tables in the Neko-Hanten, Ku-Lon watching her like a hawk.

“Shampoo, if you don’t learn the technique, you’ll never have Ranma,” said the old crone.

“What good it be if Ranma no want come with Shampoo?” she said in her broken Nihongo. For the past week, Shampoo had been having this strange feeling, as if something bad were going to happen. This strange, indescribable feeling intensified last night, then quieted down in the morning. Her mind raced, hoping against hope that Ranma wasn’t in trouble, or that he hadn’t done anything stupid. She was so lost in thought, that she didn’t even register Cologne’s first strike to her skull with the staff.

‘What the hell?” Cologne thought. “{} Even that didn’t work, so Cologne went to drastic measures. “Is that Ranma?” she said, looking out the window at nothing but some dope delivering newspapers.

“Airen?! Where?!” Shampoo looked up from the table, only to be rapped in the head once again by her great-grandmother’s staff.

“Pay attention! Children nowadays...” she murmured. Cologne went back to trying to tell Shampoo about the technique. “This is the Jouyoko-ryuu of the Joketsuzoku, child, and I want you to learn it. Too bad son-in-law isn’t here, though. having a male around would be very helpful.”

Shampoo smiled softly as she continued to wipe down the table, following her Matriarch’s orders.

“Arch your back and sway your hips as you work, child,” she stated, her hands moving along her staff in a practiced, ancient motion, the staff having finger grooves in at its own great age. She rapped the thick end of her staff against the purple-haired Amazon’s skull once more.

“Aiya! Hiibaba, why you keep hitting Shampoo for?” Shampoo murmured, her round butt swaying softly with her work.

“Because you’re daydreaming again, Shampoo.”

“Oh.” Shampoo went back to her work; still thinking of what this new, if strange, technique could do for her chances with Ranma. So she swayed her hips in rhythm with her soft, slow heartbeat, her breasts jiggling slightly with each movement of her nice ass. Having remembered what the Matriarch had told her, she began to think of things that Ranma and she could do, in either of his, and her forms. ‘A cat’s tongue can be a very dangerous thing when in the wrong hands.’

Ku-lon smiled softly, her ancient nose picking up the scent of her descendant’s arousal at her own thoughts. ‘This will work.’ she thought, her mind churning with hopeful thoughts.

---

Akume-chan smirked softly as she pulled a Sony Walkman out of her pocket. She placed the headphones over her ears, and pressed the play button. Akume-chan began singing to herself, not caring who heard her.

“Crawling in my skin, These wounds, they will not heal,” her soft contralto voice screamed out. “Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real.” The birds flew from the trees, but it wasn’t her voice that scared them, for she actually could sing. It was the aura of burning red energy surrounding her body. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing. This lack of self-control I fear is never- ending.” Her voice went soft as she sang the verse, her crimson eyes burning softly along with her aura. “Controlling, I can’t seem, to find myself again, my walls are closing in.” The next line wasn’t sung, but said in aloud in rhythm to the music from her earphones. “Without this sense of confidence, I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take.” And then she went back to singing.

Walking along the top of the fences, she danced in time to her music, singing aloud, heading for the Neko-Hanten. She went through the park, hopping from tree to tree, singing all the while.

“I’ve felt this way before. so INSECURE!!! CRAWLING IN MY SKIN!! These wounds, they will not heal! Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real! Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me.” She hopped over the park benches, and up onto a fence, keeping her course. “Distracting, reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection. It’s haunting how I can’t seem. to find myself again. My walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence, I’m convinced that there’s just to much pressure to take.” She grunted softly as she leaped up to the next, higher fence, balancing quite easily as she continued to sing. “I’ve felt this way before. So insecure. Crawling in my skin!!! These wounds, they will not heal!! Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real!.” she finished the song short as she came closer to the restaurant.

“Okay, Shampoo.” Akume-chan murmured. “It’s your turn.”

---

Shampoo hummed a tuneless tune as she continued her training, her panties dripping as she thought of the possibilities of what Ranma could do to her. Was she in for a surprise.

---

Akume-chan shook her head, trying to ignore the heady, musky scent coming from the Neko-Hanten as she stood outside. “Hmm.” she murmured, her crimson eyes faltering for a moment. “Better get some hot water.” She disappeared around back, her aura slowly dying down as she filled a bucket with water. She placed her still blazing hand beneath the bucket, smiling as the water boiled.

“One, two, three.” she whispered as she picked up the bucket of steaming water and dumped it over her head. Instant Akume-kun. With a raging hard-on.

---

Cologne blinked as she watched her daughter, her senses twitching. “Was that. no. couldn’t have been Ranma, the power is so high. But it feels like Ranma.” Cologne shook her head, wondering what the hell was going on. She would think about it later, after she got her nap.

---

Akume grinned softly as he walked over to the Neko-Hanten’s window and peered in. “So, Shampoo. it’s your scent.” his cock twitched impatiently as he opened the door, accidentally ripping the door off of its hinges.

Shampoo was so lost in thought that she didn’t even hear the shatter of glass as the door fell to the ground after Akume threw it into the street. Her eyes were closed, her thoughts centered on Ranma, on the image of her Airen slowly sliding his asoko into her twat, juices running down her legs as she bent over the table, groaning softly. Her panties were saturated in her fluid. Pheromones flowed from her pours and between her legs, luring any male that would have her.

He grinned as he stood behind her, watching her ass sway back and forth, the wet spot in the seat of her dress telling him all he needed to know at the moment. Only her panties and his boxers and gi pants stood in the way. So, being the practical man he was, he knelt down behind Shampoo, inhaling her scent as he hesitantly lifted her skirt.

Shampoo moaned softly, her thoughts still lost on her favorite subject, Ranma Saotome. She was glad Mousse was out on errands, so she could have this moment to herself. Her hands trailed down her own hips and slipped her hands into her panties, parting her lips with her fingers. Her other hand massaged her cherry pit, rubbing against the bundle of nerves, pinching it lightly. She imagined it was Ranma, his fingers pinching her clit, and called out his name as she slid two of her fingers into her cleft.

She was so caught up in her fantasy that she took the tongue flicking over her fingers as her imagination. It’s slippery roughness against her labia caused her to moan, her juices flowing down her legs as she arched her back.

Akume smirked softly, laughing in the back of his mind. ‘Hmmm. almost as good as Kasumi/Kyuui and Akane/Kanashimi.’ he thought, unknowingly sending the thought to his wife and sister-in-law.

Shampoo moaned softly as Akume slowly pulled Shampoo’s hands away, his tongue heading straight for her tight little hole, slurping up all of the sweet-tangy liquid within her. Akume grinned softly, flicking his tongue across her clit, his grin growing as she moaned even more loudly. “Ranma, {}” her fantasy slowly melted away as Akume continued his oral ministrations. Her fluids gushed from her body, flowing into his mouth and over his chin. Akume lapped all of the sweetness from her lips and his own, his smile growing.

“Hello, Xian-Pu,” he whispered, his hand taking the place of his tongue. Sliding two fingers into her cunt, he met her lustful gaze, grinning softly. “{}” His grin grew even wider as he gazed at her violet red eyes, her need and stupidity plain on her face.

“Ranma!” she yelped, her eyes half-lidded and her breath ragged. Akume slid two of his fingers into her dripping hole, causing her to bite her lip and move back on the fingers. “Ranma.” she moaned, her body moving back and forth slowly on his hand. Her juice continued to flow, coating his hand and dripping to the floor.

Akume hooked his finger inside of her. Shampoo whimpered in pain, her eyes glazed over as Akume stopped her rocking. He then pushed her down into the table, shattering the table into nothing but splinters. He stood over her; his gi pants tented in the front, his cock slightly bumping into her nose as Shampoo sat up.

“Take it out, Shampoo.” His hands lifted her chin up to look in his eyes. “Come on, Shampoo. You know you want to,” he whispered, his crimson eyes burning with lust and something like anger.

Shampoo seemed to space out as her body responded to his words. She untied the rope he used as a belt, and slowly slid his gi pants down. She then gazed at the boxers, her mind having shut down on her. Her hands gripped the elastic band of her boxers, and yanked them down with a jerk, ripping the underwear to shreds.

“Good, Shampoo.” Akume slid his penis between her lips, forcing his cock right down her throat. Shampoo gagged for a second, not used to having something so large in her mouth. She relaxed the muscles of her throat as she pushed her mouth down to the base of his dick, saliva dripping from her mouth as she pulled back up, sucking hard on him.

Akume bucked his hips as he slid his cock into her mouth again, causing her to choke slightly. “Be careful, Shampoo... you might take it down the wrong pipe.” She moaned softly as her juices flowed down her legs, her tongue swirling around his head before she dropped her mouth down on him again, swallowing his entire dick in one fell swoop. But Akume pulled out, grinning softly.

He then picked her off of the ground, turned her around in midair, and then threw her against the ground face first, standing behind her. Shampoo grunted slightly as she hit the floor, almost shattering the tiles of the floor as Akume held her skull against the floor. He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips. She moaned softly, begging him to give it to her. “Not yet, Shampoo. {}” he whispered as he moved the head of his now very well lubricated penis to her asshole.

Shampoo, in her ecstatic state of mind, didn’t hear him. But as he pressed the glans of his penis against her anus, her eyes snapped open. Akume quickly grabbed the tablecloth from the shattered table and shoved it into her mouth. She barely had time to scream as he plunged his dick into her rectum, blood pouring as he tore her colon apart with his cock. He thrust his dick into her ass, all the way to the hilt. Shampoo screamed into the tablecloth, her eyes tearing up as he tore her insides apart. He continued to thrust into her, grunting with each push, sliding his cock out to the head, then pushing himself into her tight asshole to the hilt. She screamed again and again, no one hearing her as she was raped. Even Cologne couldn’t hear her great granddaughter’s shrieks of pain as she was brutally ravaged.

Akume sneered softly as he pushed in again. “Now, you’re going to be fucked. And it will be more than you could ever dream.” Shampoo had given up, unable to even defend herself against Akume’s prowess. He pulled his dick out of her anus, pumping himself slowly as he contemplated on what to do next. He slipped his finger into her vulva, grinning. “Ah, nice and dry. now, for your punishment for meddling in Father’s business,” he snarled as he slammed his cock into her dry pussy. Amazingly, Shampoo found the strength to scream again. Even though she always hopped into Ranma’s bath, and always came up with ways to make him want her, she had never been broken. She had always saved herself for marriage, to the one who could defeat her. Unfortunately, now she was paying for that as Akume broke her maidenhead, busting her cherry, more of her blood seeping down her legs and onto his dick. The pain brought her back to reality. Ranma, her one true love, her Airen, was raping her. Her juices began to flow again as she realized what that implied. An orgasm hit her out of nowhere, causing her body to convulse. She grunted and moaned each time Akume slammed his hips into hers, pushing her even further into the shattered tile, cutting her creamy skin. Blood oozed from the cuts in her forearms, but she didn’t care. If it was rough, it was what she wanted, Ranma taking control. She came again as she closed her eyes, his cock hitting her cervix. Her vision began to blur. Akume slammed his hips into her again, his balls slamming against her clit and pubic hair. “So you really are a natural purple,” he grunted as he fucked her tight hole, blood and girl-cum dripping onto his legs, smearing as he pumped her. Shampoo kept her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of Ranma’s cock in her tight, dripping cunt. It made her feel like a whore, one of her most secret fantasies. She loved it, but she was beginning to black out from the explosions within her. She opened her eyes as she felt this strange heat surround her, another orgasm building slowly within her belly. Akume’s grunts became louder as he continued to pump his cock into her tight hole. His eyes began to glow even more brightly as an aura of red surrounded him, his control slipping as he looked down at her backside, red from his dick in her ass. He grinned softly as he bent down, twisting his body so that he was still fucking her tight pussy. He slid his tongue into her anus, the length stretching her rectal hole almost as much as his penis. Shampoo’s eyes widened as she felt his tongue, her own aura surrounding her body as her climax built up, her pussy and her asshole clenching as she pushed her hips back, wanting him to go deeper. Akume grinned evilly as he squeezed her buttocks, his balls beginning to churn. That oh-so-familiar aching filled his senses as he pulled her ass right against his hips. “Oh shit!” he gasped, as his balls seemed to explode, the sticky/slimy cum spraying into her tight cunt. Blood, pussy juice, and semen mixed in her body. As his hot, gooey cum hit her cervix, she climaxed for a third time, her gasps and moans turning into a long, loud shriek of ecstasy as she climaxed. She turned around, looking her Airen in the eyes. “Ranma. You. you not Ranma.” she gasped as she passed out, drenched in cum. Akume pulled his cock out of her hole, his balls still giving out semen. He stuck his still climaxing penis into her asshole, filling her rectum with his hot semen. Just like her pussy, it soon overflowed, so he pulled out again, flipped her over, sat on her chest, and finally finished himself off in her mouth. There was so much that it dripped down her chin and from the sides of her mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pumping the rest of it onto her face, the demented grin still on his face. “Good night, Shampoo.”

---

Akume smiled softly as he walked, or in actuality, hovered, down the street.

‘Kana-chan.’ his mind whispered. ‘Kyu-chan. want to take a look..?’

‘Akume! How could you?!’

‘Oh, I loved it, Aku-kun. who’s next?’

‘We’ll see.’ he thought. “We’ll see.”

---

Ranma gasped as he fell to the floor, feeling the weakness in his body. “W-Where am I.?” Tearing his gaze away from the point exactly one foot in front of him, Ranma took in his surroundings. He seemed to be standing outside of Ucchan’s, a slight film of sweat on his brow as an image of Ukyo ran past his mind’s eye. She was lying on the ground, arms twisted in an unnatural angle, and white and red slivers of bone protruding through her delicate skin. Blood running down her face, with what seemed like tears washing the blood away from her eyes.

“n-no.” he whispered, his hands trembling. His closed eyes held back the tears that threatened to break free from him, his will like iron as he held them back. “U-Uc-Ucchan!” His voice hoarse, he began to sob as his will snapped. Ranma fell to his knees as he started to cry, a strange whimpering. “U-Ucchan. My-my m-my f-friend.” Asphalt began to crack around him as his aura flared out, a deep crimson. But, unlike before, his eyes were clear, stormy blue.

“I am no longer Ranma Saotome. I have no name.,” he whispered as his energy kicked up again.. “I’m leaving! BEFORE I HURT ANYONE ELSE!!” His words carried back to Akane and Kasumi, and their Guardians. “I’m not going to hurt them anymore.” Saotome looked away from the residence of his late friend, tears running down his cheeks.

---

Akane opened her eyes wide within the protective womb of Kanashimi’s mind. ‘RANMA!!!’ she tried to scream as she pounded against the walls of her mental prison. The psyche Akane screamed as she looked out through her own eyes, unable to do anything, unable to even speak with her own mouth. ‘I have to find Ranma.’ she whimpered, pleading to be set free. ‘Let me out, Kanashimi. let me find Ranma.’

‘I can’t Akane-okaasan. You’ll be hurt even more,’ her Guardian’s voice whispered softly in her mind. ‘We’ll find him together.’

‘Thank you..’ Akane whispered back before falling asleep again.

---

Kanashimi stared at the sky, her cobalt eyes glowing softly. “We must go, Kyuui. he’s going to do it again.” the youngest Tendo murmured. She didn’t want to actually say that he might never come back if he got away.

“And where should we look, huh?” Kyuui snapped back, scowling. She was getting more frustrated by the minute.

She looked away from Kanashimi, her brow furrowed in deep thought. “Well, if Ranma’s going to do it. then how can we stop him?” she whispered softly to herself. Her head was beginning to hurt. Kasumi had finally figured out her feelings, but Kyuui was the one who had to act on them. She was ready to bawl as she looked out at the surrounding city from the top of Furinkan High. Looking back at her Sister, a sullen expression fell upon her face. “Okay, Kana-chan. we’ll try to find him.”

---

Meanwhile, a girl stood outside, a deck of Tarot cards in her hands. It had begun to rain, the sun hidden behind the clouds. She sighed softly as she held a parasol above her head, looking at the sky. The downpour continued for several minutes, drowning the street in a torrent of water. But, like all of Nerima’s weather anomalies, the rain slowly stopped, till all that fell was a drizzle. “Ranma Saotome.. Akume Saotome,” the girl murmured softly to herself. “We will meet soon. Be ready for me to banish you to the farthest depths of Hell.” She then closed her umbrella, letting the cold, drizzling rain to fall onto her face.

Her hood covered her face, hiding her expression. Everything about her was ominous, Including the weird looking golden eye hieroglyph on the back off her smock. The raincoat was a light green. Apparently, she had no fashion sense whatsoever. > She frowned slightly as a spirit passed by her. She could almost make out who it was, a shining weapon on a bandoleer around the sexless ghost. It was weeping as it came down next to her. “You have recently died.” She shut her glowing yellow eyes as the power flowed from her body and into the ghost, seeking out its identify. “Goodbye Ukyo.” She whispered, then her eyes flared, causing Ukyo, the greatest okonomiyaki chef in Nerima, to depart to the Astral Planes. “May your soul rest in peace. And may your revenge be swift upon Akume.”

---

The setting sun cast a red glare of light down the street as Ranma walked on, his gaze set on the road in front of him without seeing. He was lost in his thoughts, of how he could kill his very best friend.

‘She was in the way,’ the voice rang through his head.

“You had no right!” Ranma shouts to the empty streets, his hair frazzled. He ripped as his head as he staggered down the streets. He really had no name anymore, since he had decided to go Ronin. “She was my best friend, god damn it! What in the hell gave you the impression she should die?!”

Sneering slightly behind Ranma’s face, Akume thought. ‘She was in the way. No one gets in my way. Not even you, Father.’

“Why won’t you leave me alone?!?! I haven’t been alone since the dy of the Neko-ken training!!! Why do I have to put up with you as well?!?!” Reanma fell to his knees once again as he wept, grabbing handfuls of his own hair and ripping them out of his head. Among them was the Dragon Whisker, which fell to the ground with the blackness of his silky hair.