Peace Sells
(Megadeath – Peace Sells)

As Ranma sat there he wondered many strange things, such as 'How come I can't hear anything?' and 'Why can't I feel my toes anymore?' but probably the most piercing question to him was 'How in the name of fuck am I still alive?' He shook his head, but a strange irritating ringing was pulsing inside his skull and to top it off when he shook his head again he felt water running along his back, but after the obscene head rush hit him along with the strangely pleasant aroma of gasoline drifted up his nostrils he started to feel really sick. Sticky almost and inside his stomach he felt as though he had ten pounds of dried cement sitting there and desperately trying to exit through his mouth. He dry heaved a few times and started crawling away from where ever he was this time. He thought back trying to remember anything that may have made any sense in the last few seconds before the tornado of pain took its toll on him. All he could come up with was that he'd hit the back of his head on the pavement a bunch of times and the same went for all sides really. It came back to him slowly, but the damn ringing in his ears was starting to get to him and really turning up the volume on the killer headache he'd seemed to have ever since he came back to Nerima.

A few moments went by that he found it hard to crawl forward because his body couldn't seem to make up its mind on which way it wanted to stray off to, but then he noticed a hand on his shoulder shaking him and connected to it was a head shouting at him. A plump man with a simple mustache seemed to be mouthing the words 'Are you alright?' Absently Ranma nodded yes in an automatic response, but the truth was that he was anything but all right. He'd been noticing little things like not being able to curl his finger and such and up until now he'd been passing it off as nothing, but as he turned his arms over for a look his eyes shot wide into a horrid stare at all of the broken glass imbedded in his forearms. Tendons and veins had been cut and unless he had this bandaged up soon he was going to bleed to death on the spot. Suddenly as if looking at the open wounds was the key to the chest containing the feeling of hot pain, he started feeling it and it made him cringe. Before he knew what was properly happening he felt himself pushed onto his back and his head sinking into a pillow made out of a dirty shirt.

The ringing in his ears started to fade away and faintly he heard gunshots and all the like around him kind of like one of those Viet-Nam flash backs you see and hear in movies, but he wasn't in the jungles of Cambodia he knew that much. He shook his head again, he was spacing out and at this critical moment in his life, or the preservation of it, he felt some natural instinct deep in his gut telling him that spacing out right now would just mean he'd die sooner. However as it turned out he was getting a reality check whether he liked it or not. The smooth yet gravely feel of razor sharp edges tearing through his flesh forced a cry out of him and the large hand of a plump man with a mustache stuck the meaty part of his hand into Ranma's mouth and Ranma bit it hard, but the man never flinched. "I know it hurts, but they gotta come out." The man was quick about it and didn't monkey around when pulling the glass out of Ranma's arms and legs, but with each sliding spike leaving his slashed body he bit down harder and harder until he tasted blood, but still the plump man never spoke a word of protest.

When every last piece of glass was pulled out of his body Ranma finally relaxed his jaw and was on the verge of passing out. A tapping slap touched his cheeks and he opened his eyes and looked hard at the man with the mustache. "Listen up young man, if you fall asleep now it's all over for you, you hear me sonny!?" Ranma nodded and the man started taking off his blue overalls. "I don't got nothing cleaner to patch you up with right now, but this'll have to do." Even though his eyes were open, Ranma couldn't see anything, or maybe he was currently living one second behind his conscious thought and just couldn't recall anything at this moment. It felt terrible, but he could feel his arms being wrapped with torn strips and that was all the verification he needed to know that he was still somewhat alive. In this moment the world seemed to finally slow down a little and in turn his thoughts and memories were starting to catch up with him. He started to remember chasing Jasper and everything going wrong in almost an instant, but the fuzziness was still there looming over his mind. All sense of time had escaped him and he no longer knew if it was the same day, or if another had passed. Had months passed? Or was it only hours and minutes? Another light smack on the side of his face brought him back to the present moment and he heard that deep elderly voice with the slight European accent again. "Hey! Talk to me boy. Say something!"

Ranma's eyes unrolled and he started focusing again. Hearing the man's words he said the only thing he could think of. "Where's Jasper?" His had had lifted as he spoke and it fell back against the crude pillow made for him when he finished.

"Who?" The old plump man asked. "Are you talking about that man that came bursting through the gates like a bat out of hell?"

"How long?" Ranma asked feebly with his eyes closed.

The old man looked momentarily confused and asked, "Until what?"

Ranma let out a groan and asked again, "How long ago was that? How long have I been out for?"

The old man laughed and tied a knot in the makeshift bandage. "Ha! Not long at all, I don't think you were actually 'out' per say, just dazed I think. You've got a sturdy back and head to match boy. I say we need a few more youngsters like you around, my grandson's just a lazy bump sitting in front of the computer machine all day long talking in line with all those electronic women. Blasphemy if you ask me!"

Ranma had pushed himself into a sitting position as the old man had got on his rant and he was now attempting to use his legs. "Hikori once told me that all great discoveries were once great blasphemies, but I always thought he was a long winded jerk."

"Hey! Sit back down sonny! You're lucky to be alive, now don't go ruining it! Once they get all that shit out of the way the ambulance will be able to drive in here and take you to the hospital." The old man put his hands on Ranma's shoulders and pushed him back down.

A twang of pain circulated through his body but he pushed himself up again, "I've got a job to do old man. The guy you saw riding in here before me was Jasper Garino."

"Never heard the name in my life. Why's he so important that you got to go to him?" The old man stood over Ranma with a stern look and expected a damn good answer.

"He's the reason this town's gone to hell. The reason you see drugs on the street and kids dropping out of school. I gotta get him…" Ranma looked down realizing that he should have added, 'I'd like to thank the academy', after that stupid sentence.

The old man crossed his arms and just kept looking down. "You a cop sonny?" Ranma shook his head truthfully, there was no point in lying about it, the old man was smart and he'd just saved his life. "I didn't think so boy. You're in no shape to be playing hero games, you understand? I knew something was bad about that man as soon as I saw him fly through the gate like that, but I'm sure that the police will catch him when the time comes."

Ranma shook his head and looked down between his knees. "I can't wait that long…"

"And why not?"

Ranma kept looking down and spoke softly. "That Jasper guy has bought the police… Besides he killed someone I loved… and destroyed the lives of everyone around me… and made me run away and turn my back on everything I stood for…"

The old man's eyes became soft but his mustached face remained stern. "You want revenge, is that it?" His voice challenged Ranma to convince him that running off was a good idea, but he wasn't quite prepared for what Ranma said next.

"No…" Ranma's eyes stayed down and he words remained soft. "I want to make it up to them… I want to make things right…" Ranma looked up at him with eyes that begged for mercy. "I begging you sir… just let me stand up and fight for something worth fighting for again. Lately I've been spending all my time with petty theft and stupid shit that should have all been avoided. When I came back here I found out that my ex-fiancé was missing, I found one her sister's dancing on a pole, and the other with bruises on her face from a drunken father I could not remember ever seeing in that light. I watched my own father trying to pick up prostitutes while my mother sat at home crying like you wouldn't believe. I later found my best friend in a man made coma and finally the last slap in my face was when Jasper forced Ryouga into shooting my pregnant girlfriend in the head and then emptying the rest of the bullets into me… I am twenty-four years old and I am losing my fucking mind. Please… For the love of god, let me stand up and finish this!"

A very long moment passed by as the old man stared down at Ranma, but when it ended the old man reached his hand down and pulled Ranma too his feet with one strong heave. The two stared at each other long and hard until the old man finally said, "I suppose I can't talk you out of this…" Another silence passed and the man reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a key. "That man went into the hangar at the end of the runway, if we hurry then we should be able to catch up with him."

Ranma looked at him funny and asked, "We?"

"You're damn right sonny. Nobody can ride my hog like I can, besides I told you, we need more guys like you in the world and I still stand by my words. Now come on, I may be an dusty old mechanic, but I know when a man has something in need of being done that he should do it himself if he wants it done right. You look a little worse for wear though, are you sure you want to be going like this?"

Ranma shook his head, "Don't make me say it again sir…"

The old man walked over and pulled a large cover off of one of the most beautiful Harley's any man had ever seen. The mixture of black and chrome blended almost majestically across all the curves making beauty look like a tight embrace. The mechanic put his key in the ignition and like a true man would he kick started the black beast with one authorities strike. "Let's go sonny, I'm not one for fightin' but I can sure as hell drive you there."

The man's raw vitality felt as though it was rubbing off on him and all in one fluent motion Ranma swung a leg over the seat and held on. "I'm ready." The Harley lurched forward and turned out of the hangar and for a brief moment Ranma could have sworn that he saw a steady stream of blazing fire shoot out of the exhaust. "Nice bike sir."

The back tire peeled rubber like nothing else he'd ever seen and the top speed was rapidly ascending to a blissful, hair whitening, utterly unprotected two hundred miles an hour. The thing was modified with such an air of disregarded safety that Ranma couldn't help but smile as the speedometer twisted so far that it actually fell off the spring and dangled pathetically in a hopeless defeat with keeping up with the mind blowing speed. This guy was a really good mechanic and since he worked at an airport he must have stolen and pinched parts in his spare time.

A long metallic nose was coming out of an open hanger at the end of the runway and the old mechanic pointed taking one set of white knuckles off the high handlebars. "That's the plane, what do you have in mind?"

Without even answering Ranma had looked at the personal jet for only a brief moment and had already pulled the last gun he had out of his pants, amazed that the thing, hadn't gone off with all his rolling around, and tried to fire it but his hands, he couldn't move his fingers and he couldn't figure out if it was because they were too stiff or too loose. As the personal jet kept pulling out Ranma spied the engines on each wing and suddenly realized that even a fleshy bird could break those titanium blades spinning at high speed, so he threw his gun with perfect aim and before anyone knew it the plane was no longer good for take off. The engine on the right side of the plane had burst into broken pieces and fire in less than an instant and after a few moments the plane was rolling back into the hanger.

The hog came to a grinding halt and Ranma slid off the back and started lumbering to the open bay doors with a terrible limp and a bad case of foot drag. He'd lost his weapon in order to halt the plane, but he'd figured that at this point it no longer mattered if he were to be shot again, because chances were that he just wouldn't feel it anymore. He'd already lost too much blood as it was and he was feeling cold all over, he was dying as he walked he knew that much, but he didn't know how long he could last. It was the long road to Jasper that had worn him down to such a decrepit state, but somehow he was still going, pushing forward with what ever was left of him. It wasn't long until he got around to the side of the plane that he saw the hatch was already open and only seconds later realized that Jasper and his pilot had already left the craft and waited in ambush. A shot rang out, but just before he'd heard it he was already spinning from impact. He'd been clipped in the shoulder and it was now that Ranma realized his theory was in fact true. He barely felt the bullet slide through his body, but the force of physics didn't allow his to remain standing. He was down and dazed, but it didn't mean the shooter was done with him. Another shot exploded from the barrel, but the aim was off and the high-pitched echo of a bullet ricocheting off of smooth cement resounded right next to Ranma's head. The third shot was on its way, but before the man could deliver the final shot a recently found friend had decided to drop in and bring his good friend Mr. big red pipe wrench.

The cracking sound of the wrist sounded remarkably like ice breaking on a frozen lake and with that the pilot Rollins was turning away cradling his arm. "You fuck!" Rollins spun around quick and struck the old mechanic hard across the face with his good hand, but now the laws of physics seemed to stop working. The large old man stood there with his head barely turned from the savage strike. "What's with you…?" Rollins asked in astonishment. He was answered with a single pounding fury into his gut and he went to his knees.

The old mechanic with the killer mustache pointed to Ranma and said, "Go on sonny, I'll deal with this guy." Ranma nodded and staggered up to his feet and started moving as fast as he could towards a small door in the back that had been left open. As the old man watched Ranma run off he looked back down too late to see a knife coming up at him. He maneuvered his bulky figure, but just not fast enough. A long deep line starting at his hip had made its way up almost all the way up his torso and just below his neck. I hurt but it didn't feel fatal, so the old man lunged at Rollins with his heavy fist again and knocked his back forcing Rollins to try and maintain his footing. He followed him as best he could and started pushing Rollins towards the hull of the plane. He let out a cry of pain as his back crunched against the metallic surface, but it didn't mean he didn't know how to fight himself. Rollins brought his forehead down and connected solidly with the old man's nose hearing that satisfying crunch. The old man staggered back himself but his pushed himself forward and used his large hands to cover Rollins's throat. The old man's eyes seemed to flash in the light of the overhead fluorescents overhead but he brought his face close to Rollins and spoke coldly, "Back in Germany we are famous for two things. The first is our ability to drink beer gallons at a time, and the second is our amazing ability to thoroughly tan any ones hide that gets in our way. It would be wise of you sonny that you give up before I get nasty."

Rollins ignored the speech and brought his hand up again with the knife aiming for the throat, but to his disbelief the old man just removed a single hand from his throat and blocked the bladed weapon with his forearm. It had sunk in deep but the mechanic hadn't even flinched. "This was a very big mistake on your part…" And with one mighty heave the old man picked up Rollins by the throat and threw him head first into the remaining jet engine. Rollins didn't actually go through, well not all of him anyways, but the engine was dying down and if the plane hadn't been fucked before, then now it was seriously screwed, but at least it now had a crimson racing stripe going down one side.

Ranma made it to the fire exit door only to have it slammed in his face as he ran halfway through it. He almost fell back, but the sight of Jasper's back filled his vision and he had to run. So close he'd come all night, but now as the morning approached with first light only little less then an hour away he pushed and pushed like he never had before. He started wondering how the hell he was going to fight Jasper, because at this point he had about half an arm that, using the term loosely, worked properly. Fuck it, he'd elbow that guy to death it he had to, his teeth were all there… well he was fairly sure they were all there he hadn't exactly checked as of late, but as he ran or stumbled or whatever he could come close to as being fast he could feel and hear a clicking at the front of his mouth so he was fairly sure. He'd take those teeth a peel off Jasper's flesh agonizingly slow if that's what it took. For a moment he focused his eyes to look past Jasper and saw that they were heading to a warehouse on the airfield that Mr. Garino must have been acquainted with. A moment later Jasper had a set of keys in his hands and he was through a door in no time, Ranma wasn't far behind him and if it was because of some hidden strength, or some sort of animal instinct Ranma came at the door which was probably locked by now and came at it with his forehead and knocked it right off the hinges.

He started yelling something out loud, but what exactly it was became lost to him in his hotheaded tantrum. There were boxes and crates everywhere in the wide-open space of the warehouse and without much thought Ranma started parading around shouting Jasper's names and not even thinking about an ambush in wait. Ranma wished he'd look up earlier, not at the high roof, but up at the corner office close to a high wooden stairwell because there was Jasper taking aim with the hook connected to the overhead crane. The sound of the chains being released from high up told Ranma of the hook coming at him, but all he was able to do was turn around in time get the broad side of the hook right against the side of his head. He went down to his knees holding his head trying to get rid of the feeling of his eyes being squeezed out of his skull. Then something long and solid was struck across his back and forced him to his stomach. Jasper came down again and again with the metallic rod leaving no room for mercy in its path. Every bone in his body vibrated and threatened to break with each strike, leaving Ranma's vision growing dark and with the coming dark he could feel the pain less and less. Something in his mind didn't allow him to stay down for too long and with what must have been an extreme burst of adrenaline brought his hand up and snatched the rod out of Jasper's hands. Moments of his life started etching themselves out of his memory, probably because he kept slipping in and out of consciousness, but what was certain was that he was ferociously striking Jasper's torso and driving him back.

A surprise came when Jasper managed to duck around a corner and with some quick thinking mixed with a moment of great opportunity, Jasper had found a gas can and as it just so happened he was a smoker. Pulling a piece from his already badly tethered shirt, he soaked in some fuel and stuck it in the open end. Reflexes saved Ranma just as he turned to corner and narrowly missed the gas can coming at him, but just behind him a burst of flames scattered faster then ants across the stacked wooden crates that made the labyrinth within the storehouse. In no time the place started filling up with smoke clouding their lungs and forcing the harsh task of coughing with a dry rasp. Even as Ranma was momentarily blinded he felt Jasper tackle him on his side, but while placing a hand on his shirt and another on his belt. Ranma felt himself heaved Jasper's shoulders and onto a crate back first. Though the crate did not break Jasper saw this as an opportunity to start coming down hard and repeatedly with his elbows. Something was knocked out of place though Ranma couldn't say just what it was but he found the moment of reversal, knocked Jasper back, pushed him to the ground and started kicking him with everything he had, which wasn't much anymore. Things started playing out like a wrestling match with one going down as the other beat on him only to be punctuated with a moment of glory as the other got up and started his assault until there they both stood facing each other and gasping like they had left their lungs someplace other then their own body.

Jasper was looking like hell with bruises and cuts, but so far he'd proved to be no stranger to pain, while Ranma on the other hand stilled looked decades worse then him. He could beat Ryouga in a full-blown street fight, so why was he having such a problem knocking this jokers head off with his bare fists. He'd been hitting him as hard as he could all this time but for some reason Jasper just kept getting up just as he had in return. Then Jasper said something to him that made Ranma think. "You know what the problem with guys like us is?" After getting no response from Ranma he just continued. "We just don't know how to drop dead and give up." Ranma rolled this around for a moment and realized just how true it was. He didn't know how not to win so he just kept getting up again and again every time Jasper knocked him down, and it was probably the same for Jasper. In this moment he remembered being shot all those times in the chest by Ryouga and only ever giving up when he decided he'd been finished. It wasn't until he laid face down in the mud and saw no way out of deaths grip that he accepted it and laid peacefully down without objection. Suddenly his entire life started making sense and little did Jasper know was with that one line which must have been nothing more then an action to delay Ranma and catch his breath, he'd just sighed his death warrant. Jasper always saw a way out, so like Ranma he kept going until he got away, that's how he'd survived all this time.

A cruel smile spread over Ranma's lips as he now knew exactly what to do, he had to hit Jasper with everything he had and hit him so hard that no path of escape would present itself. He had to force Jasper to lay down an accept death, but the only problem was that Ranma didn't know if he still had it in him. He'd tried it with Ryouga and had to cheat to win, but this time there was something pecking at the back of his head and trying to get free. It was an idea that he just couldn't see just yet, so instead he just rushed at Jasper, grabbed his head and slammed it against a crate and the scuffle continued.

It was becoming a boarder line slap off between the two with Ranma winding up and clocking Jasper one, staggered to stay to on his feet and then Jasper would return the single grueling punch. One particular hit sent Ranma to the ground and he had to lay their for a moment to catch his breath and find his conscious thoughts again and in this moment he found himself staring at a fire coming at him slowly. He'd get up in time it was no real threat at the moment, but he rolled over and saw all around him that damn near everything was on fire now. He couldn't remember just how long he'd been here now, but suddenly he blinked in realization. The idea that had been in the back of his head until now seemed to crawl out his ear with all the blood and wave at him. He knew he couldn't keep a cool head long enough for what he had planned, but all around him was heat, smoke and fire. It was all artificial, but god damn it could work.

Ranma snapped up into a sitting position just in time to grab Jaspers leg and throw him off balance. They were both on their feet again in no time, but this time Ranma was locked in thought, only half watching Jasper. He kept rolling the idea around in his head and realized that it made too much simple sense to not be right. It was the spiral he had to make, but this time with heat instead of cold. All he had to do was be on the receiving end of it, and with that much heat everything thing including both of them would go up, but Ranma would anticipate the going down and that's when the final blow would be delivered. It all depended on how he could manipulate Jasper's movements and without wasting time he started. He started pushing Jasper back with fast punches and kept turning him slightly with well placed strikes. Without even knowing it Jasper was about to perform the Rising Dragon Hurricane using Ranma's ki. The same move that gave him his nickname back in Kyoto when he leveled a building by accident. The Kyoto Hurricane has come home and was about to leave his mark.

Jasper back stepped the unfamiliar spiral with Ranma's guided strikes and just as he entered the center Ranma leaned in and screamed into Jasper's face. "Hit me ya pussy!" Without thinking Jasper delivered the best he could and was surprised to feel the air around him start to twist with stretched flames circling around them. He couldn't believed it worked so well and as he raised into the air he grabbed Jasper's arm and yelled, "Yer coming with me!" He'd used and felt the technique so many times that the sudden thought of using his own heat to rise only seemed logical now, besides for some reason no matter how many times his hit Jasper the guy never seemed to become exceedingly angry or annoyed, he in fact gave off an air of doing something tedious but needed to be done simply for the hell of it. Jasper's constant cool of all situations was now becoming his ultimate downfall.

From the streets outside the gang war halted long enough for all those still conscious and breathing to see a whirlwind of glowing fire shooting up into the sky. You didn't have to be able to hone your senses and be one with nature to feel the high-energy output of this coming storm. It raised itself high spinning faster and faster the longer they all looked along with expanding and retracting in pulsing waves. Though it was distant, two tiny dark figures ascended upwards through the eye of the storm one clearly leading a struggling other. Spooked at what they saw most of Jasper's men started stepping back cautiously which then turned into a full blown sprint in the other direction. Faster and faster as in response to the speed of the hurricane, their numbers dwindled until it was just the bloodied home team standing in watch. In a moment of heated excitement Genma suddenly felt a wave of pride run through his body, something he'd been missing for a long time suddenly brought to life as he watched the hurricane grow larger. A quick glance around told him that everyone else was feeling the same thing he was feeling. The old days when martial arts were everything and the bad guys were nothing. Losing himself in the moment he pointed up at the hurricane and shouted, "That's how it's done! That's old school!" Feeling no embarrassment for his outburst he watched almost gleefully with the others, as his son suddenly became that crazy martial artist again.

Cologne turned her back on the storm and started hopping away, "Come we must be going now. He will require our aid in escaping once the police arrive. I can already see a helicopter in the distance…" She turned and pointed at Ryouga, and Akane. "You two go there and pick him up and then we'll all meet up at the hiding place." Everyone nodded without quarrel and without another word they all broke off into different directions.

Tommy Vercetti on the other hand collected his guys and started packing them back into the van, now riddled with bullet holes, and paid little attention to their injuries. Some groaned but Tommy showed no sympathy. "Well, don't get shot next time."

One man groaned again and squeezed out, "Why Tommy, why? Why did you insist on flamboyant shirts over flack jackets?"

"Because any guy can go out and shoot people while protected, but when you put a fruity pink shirt on them with Hawaiian print and an AK in their hands, that's a mind game and the mind game strikes fear into their heads."

"I don't want to be in a gang anymore…"

The top of the whirlwind had finally been reached and it was now time for Ranma to try something new. He focused that inner strength of his as hard as he could and the fire within the storm started collecting close to him until the entirety of the storm had condensed and swirled with a frantic fury around his fist as if it just desperately wanted to explode away in every direction. With a moment of unreal control Ranma grabbed Jasper's neck with one hand forced his fiery hand forward. As the fist came it seemed to slow just in front of Jasper's face and as soon as a white burst of air in front on the fist flashed it was gone and the strike came at him faster then he could properly seen. With one swing Ranma's fist had broken the sound barrier several times over and they were now both plummeting towards the hard rocky ground at over six hundred miles per hour with Ranma's fist firmly planted in Jasper's face. The strike alone must have killed Jasper, no normal man could survive it, but just in case he had as they both hit the ground the earth around them broke and sunk with Jasper and that condensed ball of whirling fire suddenly burst out into a perfect 360 degree circle around them that hugged the ground as best it could shooting rushing jets of blazing fire right from the center where Jasper had landed. The shear force of the blast lifted Ranma a second time into the air but not nearly as far this time. About ten feet he flew up and came down just as the flames died down and he landed on the blackened concrete of the airport. He laid there for what felt a long time just staring up at the fading stars and looking at the coming sunrise just behind the mountains off in the distance. Suddenly things started feeling better for him, or maybe every nerve in his body just got tired and decided to take a well-deserved break. After a while he heard his name called by a familiar voice and he started feeling happy, he didn't really want he to be here, but at the same time he did. He raised his hand to signal that he was in fact still alive and within seconds two people were standing over him. "Hi."

Ryouga looked at him dumbfounded, clearly shocked at what he saw and said flatly, "Oh my god… You need a doctor…"

"It can't be that bad… Sure I should have stretched or something before I pulled that move, but I'll be ok as long as I get a full body blood transfusion and about twenty five years of mental help." Ranma said in a horse raspy voice.

Akane shook her head and looked at though she wanted to cry. "You're burnt so badly… You must be in so much pain…"

Ranma tried to smile, but his face didn't seem to want to. "Can't be that bad."

Both Akane and Ryouga looked at each other in fear and it was Ryouga that spoke. "Ranma…" He bit his lips and didn't know how to say it, so he just said it as plainly as he could. "Half your face is missing and I think you've lost an eye… The lid could just be burnt shut, but I honestly can't tell…"

Ranma exhaled slowly as he took in this information and looked at Akane. "Guess I'm lucky I don't feel a damn thing." This time he got the less burnt side of his face to crack a half smile and with that Akane almost broke down at the pathetic display of Ranma trying to be brave for her.

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(Megadeath – Peace Sells: Apologies for taking my time as well as spelling error's I don't seem to have time to fix anymore. Coming close to the end, but what about Bugsy and Nabiki?)