A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by V. Zhao

Disclaimer: By no means does Ranma 1/2 or any of it's characters
belong to me. Yadda yadda yadda. I repeat, I have NO money.

Author's Notes: Ok, I'm starting Part 3. I know so far there haven't
been much character interaction, but I think think it was best to get
to know them before we really dive in. How did it get so angsty?
Geez, I always write real angst fics. Never mean to. Just sort of
happens.

Plus, I'm back. Been busy but decided to revive a bit. This has been
my favorite story so far so I'll re-appear with this one.

Part 3

Ranko was a sweet girl, no doubt about it. She was the
sweetheart of the show, at least a couple of years younger than all
the other actors. Possessing the innocence of a twelve year old, she
charmed the whole crew into adoring her. Of course, she wasn't really
twelve; she was nineteen and old enough to know exactly what she and
Akane were doing. Surely she enjoyed her attentions, but she was also
a lot younger and more carefree. She still wanted to have fun instead
of settling down with one girlfriend or boyrfiend. These were the
things she was thinking when she arrived at work in the morning.

After going through all the makeup and costume procedures, she
stepped out on the set for her first shot of the day. It was another
Ranma-Mousse fight scene they were filming. Makkou-san smiled at her
as a father would smile at his child when she took her place. It was
no secret that Ranko was Makkou-san's niece and that was the only
reason she was on the show.

The scene was an easy one. Mousse and Ranma fight. Ranma turns
Mousse into a duck and sends him flying back to the Nekohanten, but
not before onna-Ranma and a half-naked Mousse are caught in a
compromising position on the ground. As she laid on the ground with
the weight of the panting Mousse ontop of her, she thought about how
long it had been since she had had a real man.

After the filming ended, Mousse decided to return to his room
to take a shower. Little did he know that Ranko had already decided
to join him. He undressed and absentmindedly turned on the water.
Splashing a bit first, he started to lather himself up, totally
unsuspecting that someone had slipped in behind him. Turning around
to reach for the shampoo, he looked straight into the face of Ranko
and SCREAMED.

Shampoo watched the shadows out of the corner of her eye. She
had a sneaking suspicion that someone had been following her all day.
Usually, she was not the type to be nervous about just anything, but
today, something was definitely off. That morning, she had caught
that creepy Kuno eyeing her and smirking several times. It didn't
help when that blood-curdling scream came from Mousse's dressing
room.

She walked absentmindedly through the hall and smacked into
Kodachi. "Itai! What the hell, Chinagirl?" Shampoo backed up and
looked into the smiling eyes of her long time friend.

"Gomen nasai, Ko-chan."

Kodachi's smile faded when she looked into the Chinese girl's
face. "What's the matter? Why do you look so nervous?"

"I don't know. I feel like I'm being followed." She looked over
her shoulder cautiously as she said this. "I think it's that creepy
Kuno guy that plays your brother."

"Oh?" Kodachi looked skeptical for a second. "Come on. Why
don't we go out tonight? You've been working too hard this week. I
think you need to take a break."

Shampoo's shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily. "I think
you're right. This whole series is making feel sick. I'm thinking
about quitting." Her friend gaped at her. "You know, look for real
work."

"Are you crazy?" Kodachi whipped out a cigarette from her purse
and lit it as they arrived at her parked black Lexus. "You work on
the most popular show in the country. What more could you want?"

Shampoo got into the passenger side and sighed again. "I want a
real challenge. I want to actually act instead of do this little
child's play everyday. Let's face it, my acting days are number. I
want become a someone before I get old and no one will even hire me
for my looks." A pause. "I'm considering moving to America."

She stopped shut off the just started engine and turned to look
at her fried. "America? Find a job there? I think you need a drink,
you need one bad."

"Yeah. I do."

The handsome actor that played Soun caught his young colleague,
Tofu, in the parking lot sifting through his key chain for the key to
his white Honda. "Tofu, my boy! Heading home for the evening? Going
home to the wife and kids?" He chuckled in a friendly fashion.

Tofu stumbled when the older man clapped him on the back. The
old man took it a bit far and Tofu coughed for a few seconds. "Y-yes,
I'm going home for dinner with my wife and my two kids."

"Two kids, ey? I had two kids once. HAH! Then they grew up and
moved away. So, what ya got?"

"A two year-old boy and a four year-old girl." The young man
opened his wallet to show a photo of his two offspring.

"They're cute lil' buggers, aren't they?"

"Uh-uh they sure are." Tofu laughed nervously a bit and
attempted to dodge into his car. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late and
he didn't Sayuri to worry.

Soun peeked his head in his windshield. "Well, have a nice
night with your family, boy." He chuckled again. "I would've sure
liked to take you out for a drink to loosen you up. You seem to be
tense this week. But I see how you're busy." Waving his hand a bit,
he strolled away from the sensible car.

Tofu quickly reconsidered and decided that one night couldn't
hurt. After all, he was extremely tense. "Wait! Dinner can wait. A
drink sounds great."

The old man turned and grinned broadly at his young colleague.
Now this was what he was talking about...

Kuno waited patiently in the parking lot for fifteen minutes
after Kodachi's car had left. He knew exactly where they were going;
the same place Kodachi went every night. The bar downtown, the only
place with free refills after your fourth drink. Kodachi saved a lot
of money that way.

His plan was simple... er... well, he didn't exactly have a
plan; he was acting purely on impulses, but how hard could it be to
kidnap and rape a girl? She was just a small Chinese girl, after all.
It was dark in there anyway.

After driving a few blocks, he stopped across the street from
the small, squat building. Looking inconspicuous, he opened the door
and casually walked in. In the dark corner sat Shampoo and Kodachi,
both drinking tequilas and smoking cigarettes. They were deeply
engrossed in their conversation and paid no attention to the man who
had just sat down three tables away.

And then he waited...

End of Part 3