Jeffrey "OneShot" Wong Ranma 1/2: Mousse's love Nerima was quiet that rainy night, most of its residents home and sleeping peacefully. The streets were empty, no resident daring to drive in that kind of weather. Unfortunately, some people had to be out on a night like that. They were the people who patroled the streets, keeping them safe for the residents to walk. Most of the nights were the same for these two patrolmen, nothing bad happening throughout their entire shift. Unfortunately, tonight was no ordinary night. "I see him!" Nimano shouted, pointing towards a nearby alley "He went into that alley!" His partner, Kazuya raced around their patrolcar, taking his gun out of his holdster. He knew how dangerous this man was. He knew this was the same man that killed seven armed guards when he escaped from prison. He and his partner knew they were getting into a heap of trouble. Kazuya's pulse was racing, beating rapidly as he fought desperately to keep from running away. "I'll call back up!" his partner shouted, his voice barely heard over the horrible downpour. The rain came down with fierce and inexorable intensity. Kazuya nodded to his partner in aknowledgement. Slowly, his finger on the trigger, he made his way across the street, and then towards the alley the figure ran into. The downpour of rain was deafening. His police uniforn was soaked and felt like it weighed a ton. But it wasn't the outfit that was weighing Kazuya down, it was the fear. Kazuya was scared of dying, scared out of his mind. This man he was trying to apprehend was a killer, a natural born killer. Kazuya didn't want to risk his life trying to bring this man in. He had two daughters and a lovely wife take care of. "C'mon out....I know you're in there!" Kazuya said, desperately trying to sound intimidating, much to no avail. His fingers were trembling violently as as he held his gun. And it wasn't the cold that was making him tremble, it was the fear. Kazuya turned his head back to give his partner one last look before he entered the alley. His partner gave him a thumbs up and indicated that backup was on their way. Once Kazuya turned his head back around, he felt something cold enter his chest. It was the steel blade of a knife. Kazuya tried to scream out in excruciating pain, but his lungs were already filling up with blood, making it impossible. He looked through horror filled eyes as the blade was plunged deep into his chest. The sounds of his ribs being torn apart could be heard over the deafening rain. Then, in one swift motion, the figure pulled the blade out of Kazuya's chest and slashed his neck wide open. The blade cut through his throat like a hot knife through butter. Kazuya dropped his gun and grabbed hold of his neck. Streams of his hot blood flowed from the open wound, running down his arms, down his chest, falling to the cold, wet ground. A puddle of blood formed under Kazuya's feet within seconds. Kazuya fell forward, and onto his face, not one sound exiting his mouth. "Oh fuck!" Nimano said as saw Kazuya die across the street. He had watched in horror as the figure stabbed his partner the chest and then split his neck wide open. He saw his partner fall to the ground in a puddle of blood. Nimano took his eyes off of Kazuya's murderer and reached under his seat to grab hold of the shotgun. But by the time he got back up, shotgun in hand, it was too late. He saw was a fist come crashing through the windshield and into his face, breaking his nose. The glass sprayed all over Nimano, some of it implanted into his skin. Before he had enough time to cry out in pain, he then felt more glass hit him as another fist entered through the side window, landing right on his face again. His jaw was unhindged by the impact, the sound of the tendons that held the jaw in place could be heard as it was torn. His face was sliced wide open by the glass, his blood splattering everywhere. Blood poured from all of his wounds, staining the interior of the car. Unfortunately, Nimano wasn't knocked out by those two punches. If he had, he wouldn't have seen his grisly death. He was conscious as he saw a blade enter through the hole in the windshield, and right into his chest. He felt the cold blade tear right through his ribcage, and through his heart, digging deep into his spine. As he tried to scream out one last time, Nimano felt the blade exit his chest, and plunged right into and through his neck, shattering his spine upon exit. Nimano slumped forward, never crying out in pain. The figure smiled as he pulled the blade out of Nimano's neck. "Heh.....dat was too easy" the figure said as he silently walked off into the night, licking the blood off his blade. A gentle breeze blew through the streets of Nerima, causing the springtime leaves of the trees to flutter about, gently rocking back and forth, to and fro. The full moon radiated its light, causing the streets to glow a brilliant shade of silver. The stars twinkled in the dark sky, waiting to be wished on by some kid who truely believed his wish would come true. It was very late that night, the night Shampoo's life will forever change. The Nekohanten was just about to close. Shampoo was finishing up with her final rounds of cleaning, washing each table with a wet cloth. Mousse was no where in site, having gone off to make a final delivery before the shop closed. Cologne was upstairs, fast asleep, leaving Shampoo the only person to wait up for Mousse before she closed the shop up. As she continued to clean, her thoughts were about Mousse, not about why he was late returning back to the store, or on his persistence to win her love, or even his lack of vision, but why he loved her so much and how he would always be there for her, even when she didn't need him. Once she was finished with the cleaning, Shampoo proceeded to pick up the chairs and place them upside-down ontop of the tables. One by one, she picked each of those heavy chairs up with little or no strain. She was in great shape, which was the reason why she was able to do that. If Mousse were to do this, he would be taking far too much time, for he would have to rest every few minutes to catch his breath. As the last few chairs were being placed on the tables, Shampoo turned her gaze towards the window, where she could see the star-clad night high above. Looking at the sky was soothing to the beautiful Shampoo, giving her a thought to sleep out on the roof tonight. Wanting to get a better view, Shampoo quickly finished off her task and went outside, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, letting it seep into her lungs and clense her soul. The streets were very quiet that night, not a person heard from all directions. As Shampoo stood there, gazing up at the beautiful sky, a figure slowly emerged from the dark shadows of a nearby alley behind her, making no noise. Shampoo was totally unware that someone was this close by till she heard him speak. "Nice ass!" the came a jeering voice. Shampoo was startled and jumped a few feet back from where the voice originated, totally caught by surprise. This was the first time in her life had someone ever gotten this close to her without her realizing it. Quickly regaining her composure, she tried to regard him except he was still within the shadows of the alley, making it impossible for her to see what he looked like. "What you want?" Shampoo said, feeling a sense of foreboding envelope her. It was an eerie feeling that she wanted to get rid of, and fast. Her heart rate was beating faster and faster. "I wanna fuck you!" said the man, taking a step forward, into the light "And then I'm gonna kill you!" Shampoo's heart skipped a beat. The man who stood before her had long jet black hair that was tied in a ponytail in back. He had a massive scar that started from the top of his left eye, ran down over the eye, and ended right by his chin. He was heavily muscled, his arms bulging from his short sleeved t-shirt. Shampoo realized that this was the same man who had escaped from jail several weeks ago. The man who killed those two policeman just two days ago. The same man who stalked beautiful young ladies, raping them, and then killing them afterwards. "Get away!" she said, taking a step back. She quickly pulled out her bonbori, which appeared out of nowhere. The man only regarded her for a second, never hesitating in his approach. He was extremely skilled in martial arts, far more skilled than Shampoo was or ever will be. "You think dat's gonna scare me ya fuckin' bitch!" the man said, continuing on with his slow approach. He slowly got into his battle stance, while he continued to inch forward. The man took one lunge forward and punched one of Shampoo's bonbori, shattering it into a million pieces. Shampoo was momentarily stunned at his agility and speed, but quickly reacted, aiming her other bonbori into his stomach with firece intensity. The man easily swatted the attack away with a well-placed slap on the sphere. "C'mon bitch, you can do better than that!" he said, leaping backwards to a safe distance. Shampoo was now frightened for her life. There was no way she could defeat him. He was far greater a martial artist than she was. "Great-grandmother! Help!" Shampoo called towards the Nekohanten's second story window. Shampoo knew that Cologne would be a worthy match against this man. Within moments, Cologne head popped out of the window. "What's the matter, child?" she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "That the man who escaped from jail!" Shampoo shouted, pointing at the man, who was crudely regarding the old woman. "What?!?" Cologne's said, her eyes widening. She suddenly realized just how dangerous this man was. She remembered seeing it on the news on how he could kill with no remorse. Cologne quickly jumped out of the window, landing on her gnarled up staff, right next to Shampoo, now fully awake from her concern for her beloved grand-daughter. "Get away from us!" Cologne demanded, readying herself to attack. She saw it in the man's eyes that he was going to attack the both of them at any second. It was either she attacked first, or he attacked first. "Heh, now I'm really scared" the man said sarcastically, smiling wryly. Cologne quickly took the intiative and lunged at him, her staff extended forward, expecting to hit him in the stomach with such force that it would send him flying through the air. But that never happened. The man easily sidestepped out of the way while grabbing the staff at the same time. With his hands firmly on the staff, he jerked back, causing Cologne to release her grip, and to be sent flying forward due to her momentum. She crashed into the garbage cans, garbage flying everywhere. Shampoo watched in horror as Cologne got back up and ran towards him with a flurry of punches, only to have them easily parried away and dodged, and then countered with a massive blow to Cologne's shoulder. Shampoo heard a loud pop and realized that the man just dislocated Cologne's shoulder. Cologne fell to the ground, writhing in excruciating pain, clutching at her broken shoulder "Shampoo! Run!" she said through clenched teeth, tears forming in her eyes from the pain. Shampoo quickly turned to run but tripped on the staff the man threw between her legs, her knees scraping the ground, causing a layer of skin to be torn off. The man quickly ran up to her as she tried to get up. He punched her in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of her. As Shampoo clutched at her stomach in pain, the man grabbed a handful of her purple hair and yanked her to her knees. With one hand held fast in her hair, the man grabbed one of her wrist as she tried to hit him in the groin. He then grabbed her other wrist as she tried using her other hand. "Heh, now it's time for some fun!" he said, placing Shampoo's wrists into his other hand, the hand that held her hair. Now that he had a free hand, he proceeded to unbuckle his belt. Shampoo, unable to do anything, proceeded to cry. "Let go of my Shampoo!" came a loud voice, causing the man to start. The voice came from behind him. Shampoo slowly opened her tearing eyes to see who it was. It was Mousse. The man, turned his gaze from Mousse, and back onto Shampoo. He gave her a wry smile. "Looks like I'm gonna have some fun with yer friend first!" he said to Shampoo, leaning forward and kissing her full on the lips, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, retracting it before she had a chance to bite it off. The man quickly buckled his belt back up and shoved Shampoo aside. He then turned his attention onto Mousse, who was already in his battle stance. The man took a step forward, pulling a blade out from his back pocket, the long blade gleaming against the light, almost blinding Mousse. Mousse took a step back, frightened for his life as the man took another step forward, smiling evily, thinking arcane thoughts about what he was going to do to with Shampoo once he killed Mousse. "Mousse, get away from here!" Shampoo pleaded "He'll kill you!" "No! I won't! He must pay for what he has done to you!" Mousse said, two sets of three-bladed claws popping out from his sleeves, one set attached to each arm. "He'll kill you! He even beat great-grandmother!" Shampoo shouted, trying to get back onto her feet, only to fall back down from the pain in her knees. She knew there was no way Mousse could defeat this man. Mousse couldn't defeat her, and she was easily defeated by this man. Slowly, Shampoo crawled to Cologne's side. Cologne had fallen into unconsciousness from the intense pain. All Shampoo could do was pray that Mousse not die a painful death. Mousse took a small step forward, his heart beating rapidly from the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. His hands were twitching from fright. But he easily pulled himself together, realizing that if he died, Shampoo would die also. He realized that he was the last person who could save Shampoo. "C'mon, attack me!" Mousse shouted tauntingly. "As you wish" the man said, lunging forward, deflecting Mousse's attack with his blade, countering it a hard right to Mousse's face. Mousse was sent sprawling to the ground, small trickles of blood flowing from a busted lip. The blood ran down his chin and fell onto his white robes, staining it red. Luckily for Mousse, his glasses weren't knocked off by the attack. Mousse quickly got to his feet, a little bit disoriented after receiving such a powerful hit. Even though he was still wearing his glasses, his vision was slightly blurry. He swayed back and forth for a few moments before he shook the dizziness out of his head. The man quickly lunged forward and decked Mousse with a hard left before he could react, hitting him in the cheek. Mousse was sent flying again, his face slamming into the outside wall of the Nekohanten. Mousse the fell to the ground, a bloodstain left behind on the wall. The left side of his face was all bloody, blood flowing freely, dripping down onto the concrete floor. Slowly, Mousse pushed himself up and back onto his feet, only to receive a blow to the stomach, which sent him flying through the glass door and into the Nekohanten. After a few moments, Mousse emerged from the door, shards of glass implanted in the side of his face and neck. One of the lens of his glasses, which were still on, was broken, leaving Mousse with only partially good vision. "You had enough?" the man said, ready to knock Mousse's lights out if he said no. The man's hands were slightly bloody from hitting Mousse so hard. The man was through playing games. Better yet, if Mousse said no, he would stab him with his blade and finish him off once and for all. "No!" Mousse said, trickles of blood now running from his cut eyelid. His jet black hair was matted to his forehead and caked with blood, his blood. He doubled forward and regurgitated a puddle of blood, some of it staining his black shoes. The pains he suffered were excruciating, especially the pain around his cheek. One of his eyes, the eye that was bleeding, was almost swollen shut, obsurring his vision of the man. "I won't let you kill Shampoo! Not while I'm alive!" Mousse added, his breathing heavy, coming in gasps. The man lunged forward, about to stab Mousse in the heart, the killing wound. Mousse quickly reacted and sidestepped towards the side. Unfortunately, he reacted too slowly and the blade plunged deep into his left shoulder, severing several tendons upon its enterance, rendering it useless. Mousse screamed out in agonizing pain as the man pulled the blade back out, clawing at him with his one good arm. The man quickly deflected the attack and countered again, only to have his attack parried and countered. Mousse, after deflecting the man's counter, counterattacked with a slash towards his chest. The blades of his three claws nicked the man's chest, leaving him with nothing more than a superficial wound. "I have to say that you're quite good!" the man said, taking a step back, away from the still clawing Mousse "No one had ever managed to hurt me!" The man quickly lunged forward and sidekicked Mousse in the chest, causing him to go flying backwards, slamming his back into the wall of the Nekohanten again. Before Mousse had a chance to fall to the ground, the man sidekicked him again in the chest, hitting him with such force that it broke several of his ribs and broke the wall down behind him. Mousse was sent through the hole in the wall and into the Nekohanten where he crashed up against some tables, causing him further pain and injury. "I.....won't...let...you.....kill....Shampoo!" Mousse said, slowly getting back up to his feet, clutching at his broken ribs with his one good arm. He doubled over again, regurgitating blood again, spilling it all over the clean floor of the Nekohanten. Blood flowed profusely from the wound in his left shoulder, running down the length of his white-robed arm, falling to the floor from his fingertips. The man entered the Nekohanten via the opening in the wall. He gave Mousse credit for surviving this long. No one had ever sustained nearly as much pain before they blacked out. Slowly, he proceeded towards Mousse. Mousse tried to retreat, but his legs were failing him. His strength was practically gone. He watched through his one good eye as the man got closer and closer, the blade held fast in his hands. The man lunged forward again, roundhousing Mousse with all his might. Mousse was left with nothing to do but block the blow with his good arm. The kick came in at such force that Mousse heard a loud pop when it hit his arm. Mousse suddenly realized that his sholder was dislocated. Unable to maintain balance, Mousse slammed into the counter, which popped his shoulder back into place. "I'm gonna give you one last chance. If you leave, you will live" the man said "If you stay, you will die....what's it gonna be?" "I'm....goin'......to.......stay!" Mousse said through clenched teeth, slowly getting back onto his feet "I'm not.....going...to....let...you..... kill.....Shampoo! If...I....die.....you....die" "Suit yourself!" the man said. He quickly jumped forward and stabbed Mousse deep in his chest, the blade breaking through his ribcage and into his heart. The man looked up at Mousse and smiled. He had just struck him with the killing blow. Mousse never cried out on pain. With the man's blade still stuck deep in his chest, he plunged his own blades into the man. All three blades of his claws broke through the mans ribs with no trouble, tearing his insides to ribbons. The blades pierced through the man's lungs, heart, and exited through his back, shattering his spine upon its exit, killing him in an instant. Mousse closed his eyes and fell backwards onto the floor. As he laid there, his lifeblood exiting from his wound, he patiently waited for death to bestowe him. But before he died, he felt a warm gently hand caress the side of his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes. There, kneeling beside him, was Shampoo. Mousse felt himself being craddled in her slender arms as his head rested up against her bosom, him hearing her gentle heartbeat within. "Please, Mousse. Don't die!" she said, her tears falling from her chin, lannding on Mousse's bloody face "I love you!" "Shampoo......I.....love......you" he said weakly. With that said, Mousse closed his eyes and died. I'd like to say that the characters in this story were created by Rumiko Takahashi and I would never infringe on her works. If you're reading this, then I assume you liked this fanfic enough to read till the end and I thank you. Please send me comments (No flames like "You suck" or the like please). I would really appreciate it. I'd like to know if people really appreciate my writings and my contributions to anime. When flaming me for killing off Mousse, please keep in mind that he is one of my favorite characters and I had a lot of trouble writing this about him. Sure, I could make it turn out so he would survive and he and Shampoo could live happily ever after, but that's not my style.(Read "Too late") I love emotional endings. I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. I wrote and edited this in only one sitting. If you enjoyed this, I'm happy to say that I will be writing more sometime in the future. P.S.-If you want any of my other fanfics, just ask. Please note that I'm online seldomly. Jeffrey "OneShot" Wong