I do not own Ranma 1/2.
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Previously on Unnecessary Ranma...
Ranma knew for certain that he loved her. He was going to elope with her, his only true fiance, the only woman he truly loved. He only had to find a way to get rid of the amazons.
"Shampoo, hate you Ranma! I'll crush you like bug! You worse than Mousse!" Shampoo threw the the dumpster at Ranma with all her might.
A pressure point press, took away Ranma's strength, another spot applied the full body cat-tongue, leaving him sensitive even to room temperature water, finally she applied the memory erase shampoo that was her expertise, wiping everyone he loved out of his life.
Shampoo stared down at the unconscious boy, and threw him violently into a nearby puddle in the alleyway. The water splashed, and Ranma transformed into his cursed female form, locked, weakened, and his life completely stripped from him.
The man pulled up, stretching her breast, tugging on it by the nipple, hurting her even more. Suddenly she popped out of his mouth, and he laughed at her yips of pain. "I've finally beaten you Ranma," the man whispered to her, his mouth in a wide grin, small fangs catching in the moonlight, as he came into her deeply.
"I think he realized that I'm not the same person who attacked him," Ryoga paused, "At least, I'm not anymore."
Ranma laughed a bit, "Oh you know I can't do that, I'm already dead Shampoo. But, if ya do this for me, I promise you, that we can be together afterward, after you kill yourself on the Seal of Demorta."
Shampoo's eyes filled with tears, and a smile filled her face, "Oh Ranma, Shampoo love you so very, very much. I do good job for you."
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It had been a few days after the attack in the alley, and Ranko had been having nightmares nightly. Soon the nightmares morphed into something else, like a memory she never knew she had. The dreams were so realistic that she began to write them down in a journal.
She would be someone else in the dream. In each dream she was someone else, but she was always being chased by the same people. Horrible men with sharp daggers. No matter how hard she ran, they would catch up, and stab her, and gut her. Ranko wouldn't wake up until she felt the life leaving her body, the warm sticky blood gushing between her fingers, her voice slashed away by the blades.
Ranko woke up at 4am after one such dream, the metallic taste of the blood still in her memories. She cried into her pillow, begging for the nightmares to stop. She closed her eyes, and asked her father for help.
The world went shock white, and her father was there with her. He was touching her, and comforting her. He was making love to her in his female form. It was like making love to a mirror, except her father's hair was tied back in a pigtail, and her's was short, and a little spiky.
When Ranma eventually left, morning light shone through the window, and Ranko sighed, her hands sticky with love juices.
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Tatewaki Kuno stood just inside the gates of Furinkan High School. The boys passed through the gate, some slowing down, others flat out stopping to ogle, the girls who Principal Kuno would stop, to verify that their panties were chaste, and not thongs or transparent. Any girl not wearing chaste underwear would be forced to remove it, and it would be held by Tatewaki, until the end of the school year.
Ranko walked past the gate with Saburina in tow. They went around to the back of the school, and Ranko boosted Saburina over the back gate. Once on the other side, Saburina moved out of the way, as Ranko ran up and over the wall in a single fluid motion.
"I hate that pervert," Saburina harrumphed.
"We all do," Ranko shuddered, remembering the first time Principal Kuno forced her down for inspection, his strong arms held her in place, as he had his Personal Ninja flip her skirt up to reveal her lingerie. The perverted little ninja started talking about silky darlings, and in one swift motion, Ranko was exposed to all the perverted boys of the school.
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Akane woke up in the dojo, and stared around blankly. She went into the home, to find everyone already gone for the day. At the front gate, there was a sign declaring classes done for the day. Figuring that she must of been more tired than anticipated, Akane shrugged, and headed inside to take a bath. The nap had left her feeling extremely refreshed, and she decided the best way to spend the day, was by going to the pool for a nice swim.
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Shampoo cried, as the knife dug into her stomach. Her blood spilled out onto the Seal of Demorta, with its horned demonic visage, causing it to glow, and morph, until it was a gaping hole in the ground. A clawed hand clasped the dirt next to the hole, and out climbed a vile, a revolting demon, or archaic and eldritch origins.
Shampoo shuddered in fear, as her life escaped her, the demon, ate her.
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Ranko was called to the Principal's office just before lunch time. She gulped as she entered his office, making sure the door remained unlock, in-case she needed to escape. Tatewaki's eyes were sad. He seemed to have trouble looking at her.
"Please Ms. Tendo, sit down," Principal Kuno indicated a chair on the other side of his desk.
Ranko sat down slowly, confused, and bewildered, "What's up?"
Tatewaki adjusted himself, "There is no easy way to say this... Ranko, your mother... was found dead this afternoon at a nearby public pool. She had drowned."
Ranko couldn't hear anything else. The world went shock white, and she fell to the ground, convulsing.
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Ryoga was upset. He had found no trace of Shampoo at the Nekohanten, and worse yet, he found strange designs etched in her room. He was heading to the school to try and talk to Ranko and her friend Saburina, when he saw Ranko being loaded up into an ambulance. Ryoga ran up to the scene, "What happened here?"
Tatewaki, recognizing Ryoga, ushered him over, "Akane was found drowned in a pool earlier today. When I told Ranko, she went into a type of shock."
Ryoga collapsed to the ground, unsure of what to do next.
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The night found Saburina, Ryoga and Rite at Ranko's bedside. Still weakened, but conscious, Ranko grasped Saburina's hand, "Forget the sire. I want to find the one who drowned my mother."
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