Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Nabiki - Dark Justice ❯ Vultures Gather ( Chapter 3 )
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By: SoulSurvivor 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 458 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 458 | Status: Completed
Nabiki--Dark Justice
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Disclaimer: The rights to Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takahashi and any others that she has liscenced them to.
Black Hood is the property of Impact Comics
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Chapter 3
Homicide detective Hidoshi Takamoro was not the happiest of men at the moment. Three days of investigation into the multiple homicides had given him zip. Nerima PD had identified the kid as Toshi Sakuchi, a high school student with no record. The US Embassy had ID'd the gaijin as one John Peters, in the country on a tourist visa. When he'd tried digging deeper on the American, he had been politely informed that the information was classified, and to make matters worse, government strings were pulled, getting the man's body released to the embassy before an autopsy could be performed.
All he had left was the kid's date, one Nabiki Tendo. She had given a statement to Nerima PD on the night of the incident that seemingly tied things together, but something stank. Autopsies had confirmed Yoshi's original findings; most of the perp's were done in by a small martial artist. Someone, either a young woman, or a man with very small hands, was capable of delivering blows whose power exceeded that of a heavyweight professional boxer, something that the local martial arts instructors he'd interviewed claimed was impossible.
Impossible... He'd heard that word so many times in the last three days, it was actually starting to lose meaning. Whatever had happened in that alleyway defied logical explanations; someone had killed those perps, someone who moved fast enough to dodge bullets and hit harder than Mike Tyson. Someone who, according to the laws of nature, shouldn't exist...
Tossing down yet another aspirin, he decided to move his investigation to the only place left to look, Nerima.
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Unlike a certain police detective, Nabiki was having a very good day.
While her family had freaked out at the news of her evening escapade, it hadn't been as bad as she'd feared. When Kasumi'd "informed" her of Toshi's death, she'd found it quite easy to fake surprise and shock, even easier than she'd expected. This was the hood's doing, she was sure. It was helping her adjust to... Whatever it was she was going through. She was not the same person she'd been three days ago, that was for sure; her evening outings were ample proof of that.
For the last two nights, she'd been, well, patrolling the streets, as it were. Hell, she even had an outfit specifically for that purpose... Strangely, she wasn't the least bit worried about her change in behavior, something about the hood's influence allowed her to take things in stride, even when she wasn't wearing it.
Of course, discovering that she didn't HAVE to kill helped matters considerably. The encounters she'd had, muggings and petty street crimes so far, had all been non-lethal... And exciting as hell, that she had to admit. There was something about it, something about being that strong, that fast, that capable. It was a rush, an addictive one at that, that now had her looking forward to nightfall so she could don the hood again.
Her musings were interrupted by Ryouga's impromptu challenging of Ranma-chan, something she already had a contingency plan for. Gathering her cronies, she moved on into the all-important business of the betting pool, with a part of her mind still going over plans for the night's outing.
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If nothing else, the Tendo girl was a looker. Parked across from the entrance to Furinkan High, Takamoro observed his last lead, not really sure of what he was looking for. His view was suddenly blocked by a rather muscular youth sporting an oversized pack and a yellow and black spotted bandana. The boy looked around in confusion for a moment before approaching him.
"Erm... Excuse me, do you know the way to Furinkan High School?"
Blinking momentarily in confusion, Takamoro simply pointed to the large sign on the gate behind the boy. Then he watched in numb shock as the boy, after carefully reading the sign, made a standing leap clear across the street to the top of the wall surrounding the school... A wall that was at least ten feet high! Fumbling in his glove compartment, he retrieved a small camera as he scrambled out of his car toward the school gates. Just as he arrived, the youth flung himself off the wall with a bellowed war cry, and, wielding a bamboo umbrella like a club, attacked a rather annoyed looking petite redhead.
Jaw on the floor, he barely had the presence of mind to snap pictures of what followed. Instead of being beaten down as one would expect, the girl was weaving in and out of the lightening fast strikes with apparent ease. Then, her hands and feet blurring, the girl went on the offensive. At first, the boy's defense held, then, one after another, blows slipped through, rocking him back. A kick that was invisible until it connected knocked the boy twenty feet through the air into the side of the school building, embedding him there momentarily, but that did not seem to faze him at all. Pulling himself out of the hole his impact had created, the boy charged his smaller opponent, only to get smashed back into it as the girl released what looked like a ball of yellow energy from her hands into him.
Shaking it off, the boy fired a bolt of his own, this one green, which the girl dodged by leaping better than thirty feet in the air before changing her leap into a flying kick aimed at the boy's head. The kick was deflected by the boy's umbrella as he continued the motion into a spinning back kick the girl simply flipped over then followed with a foot sweep knocking the boy on his ass. Just as the boy regained his feet, the girl launched into his midsection while yelling something about chestnuts. This blow seemed to stun the boy momentarily, as the girl repeated her cry three more times, striking the boy's body with impunity, the last blow smashing the boy into the building for a third and final time before collapsing to the ground.
Stunned, the detective registered several things at once. First of all, none of the students seemed all that surprised at the proceedings. Secondly, the Tendo girl, instead of ducking for cover like any sane person, was collecting on what appeared to be an impromptu betting pool. On top of that, the redhead seemed only slightly winded after an Olympic level performance of martial prowess. And lastly, he was now out of film. Looking back at the redhead, one thought was prevalent... He now had a suspect.
Takamoro wasn't the only one who watched the events in the schoolyard, however. The second observer snubbed out his cigarette before slipping off, his decision reached. The Tendo girl was the key, it seemed. She was the one with the contacts he wanted. Her network of students would easily be converted to a distribution network with only minor changes, and her hunger for Yen should give his friends the leverage needed to win her over. And if she wanted no part of them, well... She could be dealt with.
Tbc
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Disclaimer: The rights to Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takahashi and any others that she has liscenced them to.
Black Hood is the property of Impact Comics
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Chapter 3
Homicide detective Hidoshi Takamoro was not the happiest of men at the moment. Three days of investigation into the multiple homicides had given him zip. Nerima PD had identified the kid as Toshi Sakuchi, a high school student with no record. The US Embassy had ID'd the gaijin as one John Peters, in the country on a tourist visa. When he'd tried digging deeper on the American, he had been politely informed that the information was classified, and to make matters worse, government strings were pulled, getting the man's body released to the embassy before an autopsy could be performed.
All he had left was the kid's date, one Nabiki Tendo. She had given a statement to Nerima PD on the night of the incident that seemingly tied things together, but something stank. Autopsies had confirmed Yoshi's original findings; most of the perp's were done in by a small martial artist. Someone, either a young woman, or a man with very small hands, was capable of delivering blows whose power exceeded that of a heavyweight professional boxer, something that the local martial arts instructors he'd interviewed claimed was impossible.
Impossible... He'd heard that word so many times in the last three days, it was actually starting to lose meaning. Whatever had happened in that alleyway defied logical explanations; someone had killed those perps, someone who moved fast enough to dodge bullets and hit harder than Mike Tyson. Someone who, according to the laws of nature, shouldn't exist...
Tossing down yet another aspirin, he decided to move his investigation to the only place left to look, Nerima.
**************************
Unlike a certain police detective, Nabiki was having a very good day.
While her family had freaked out at the news of her evening escapade, it hadn't been as bad as she'd feared. When Kasumi'd "informed" her of Toshi's death, she'd found it quite easy to fake surprise and shock, even easier than she'd expected. This was the hood's doing, she was sure. It was helping her adjust to... Whatever it was she was going through. She was not the same person she'd been three days ago, that was for sure; her evening outings were ample proof of that.
For the last two nights, she'd been, well, patrolling the streets, as it were. Hell, she even had an outfit specifically for that purpose... Strangely, she wasn't the least bit worried about her change in behavior, something about the hood's influence allowed her to take things in stride, even when she wasn't wearing it.
Of course, discovering that she didn't HAVE to kill helped matters considerably. The encounters she'd had, muggings and petty street crimes so far, had all been non-lethal... And exciting as hell, that she had to admit. There was something about it, something about being that strong, that fast, that capable. It was a rush, an addictive one at that, that now had her looking forward to nightfall so she could don the hood again.
Her musings were interrupted by Ryouga's impromptu challenging of Ranma-chan, something she already had a contingency plan for. Gathering her cronies, she moved on into the all-important business of the betting pool, with a part of her mind still going over plans for the night's outing.
---------------------------------
If nothing else, the Tendo girl was a looker. Parked across from the entrance to Furinkan High, Takamoro observed his last lead, not really sure of what he was looking for. His view was suddenly blocked by a rather muscular youth sporting an oversized pack and a yellow and black spotted bandana. The boy looked around in confusion for a moment before approaching him.
"Erm... Excuse me, do you know the way to Furinkan High School?"
Blinking momentarily in confusion, Takamoro simply pointed to the large sign on the gate behind the boy. Then he watched in numb shock as the boy, after carefully reading the sign, made a standing leap clear across the street to the top of the wall surrounding the school... A wall that was at least ten feet high! Fumbling in his glove compartment, he retrieved a small camera as he scrambled out of his car toward the school gates. Just as he arrived, the youth flung himself off the wall with a bellowed war cry, and, wielding a bamboo umbrella like a club, attacked a rather annoyed looking petite redhead.
Jaw on the floor, he barely had the presence of mind to snap pictures of what followed. Instead of being beaten down as one would expect, the girl was weaving in and out of the lightening fast strikes with apparent ease. Then, her hands and feet blurring, the girl went on the offensive. At first, the boy's defense held, then, one after another, blows slipped through, rocking him back. A kick that was invisible until it connected knocked the boy twenty feet through the air into the side of the school building, embedding him there momentarily, but that did not seem to faze him at all. Pulling himself out of the hole his impact had created, the boy charged his smaller opponent, only to get smashed back into it as the girl released what looked like a ball of yellow energy from her hands into him.
Shaking it off, the boy fired a bolt of his own, this one green, which the girl dodged by leaping better than thirty feet in the air before changing her leap into a flying kick aimed at the boy's head. The kick was deflected by the boy's umbrella as he continued the motion into a spinning back kick the girl simply flipped over then followed with a foot sweep knocking the boy on his ass. Just as the boy regained his feet, the girl launched into his midsection while yelling something about chestnuts. This blow seemed to stun the boy momentarily, as the girl repeated her cry three more times, striking the boy's body with impunity, the last blow smashing the boy into the building for a third and final time before collapsing to the ground.
Stunned, the detective registered several things at once. First of all, none of the students seemed all that surprised at the proceedings. Secondly, the Tendo girl, instead of ducking for cover like any sane person, was collecting on what appeared to be an impromptu betting pool. On top of that, the redhead seemed only slightly winded after an Olympic level performance of martial prowess. And lastly, he was now out of film. Looking back at the redhead, one thought was prevalent... He now had a suspect.
Takamoro wasn't the only one who watched the events in the schoolyard, however. The second observer snubbed out his cigarette before slipping off, his decision reached. The Tendo girl was the key, it seemed. She was the one with the contacts he wanted. Her network of students would easily be converted to a distribution network with only minor changes, and her hunger for Yen should give his friends the leverage needed to win her over. And if she wanted no part of them, well... She could be dealt with.
Tbc