Yes, Chapter Twenty-three is the epilogue. False Identity is over.
Of course, this paves the way for True Identity, the sequel. Be amazed
by my abilities to continue something on whether people want it or not!
(I'm hoping people will want it... *grins* People like Green-chan.
Hiiii! *waves madly*)
And, just to make sure everyone is nice and happy and whatnot, the
prologue for True Identity is being put up at the same time! XD Yes
indeed, the prologue will be up and nice and stuff. I'm soooo cool.
*sticks her tongue out at everyone who says she's not*
I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did writting it,
and...
GIMME FANART! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
(me email is [email protected], for those at FF.net who don't want to
have to go back to my profile to get it. Lazy bastards.)
False Identity
Epilogue: Endings
Li Xiang
It was all over the news. The police had tried to keep it covered up,
but with the way things run, it couldn't stay that way. They'd said it
was a random act of violence, at first.
Then came the knowledge of the prior attacks, and it became
premeditated murder. No one in Nerima was willing to put their neck
out, they weren't stupid. They didn't want to end up dead, although
everyone in the district knew exactly who had done the attack.
They figured that he'd finally snapped under the pressure. And if he
had, none of them wanted to be on his bad side. Not with Nabiki's
obvious limp, and Kunou's cast encased arm. Not with Akane and Xian Phu
both in comas in the hospital. Not with Muu Tzu and Khu Lon as cooled
corpses. They were smart. They weren't going to rile Saotome Ranma by
telling the police that he was the attacker.
But the police were smart. They connected Ranma to the murders and
attacks quickly and efficiently. It didn't matter, though. What they
learned made many a man stare up at his ceiling at night, shaking under
the covers of his bed, or seeking comfort in his wife's embrace. Ranma
was a man to be feared-- he could vanish into thin air, even with one
looking directly at him, the son of a wanted master thief.
So the media never learned who had attacked and killed the Amazon boy,
and elder. Any member of the media who did learn, soon forgot, care of
a single bottle of formula 119 shampoo.
After all, Xian Phu, Khu Lon and Muu Tzu weren't the only nyucheuzu in
Tokyo.
---
It had been two weeks since that beautiful night of bloodshed.
Their lives had calmed down, Schwartz and Weiss going off on missions
as they were want to do, testing new and improved ways to kill each
other-- as taught by the two Saotomes-- and ultimately doing little
damage to each other and lots of damage to their targets, and their
target's bodyguards.
Rache got a workout in healing the times they did get hurt-- to the
point where she got stronger with her powers, and started yelling at
anyone who came to her to heal a scratch, even if it _was_ from Aya's
sword, or Farfello's knives.
Of course, over the course of those two weeks, Schuldich, Farfello and
Ranma spent the majority of their time trying to convince Crawford that
leaving Estet was a good idea-- on that, he agreed, it was the _other_
point that put him off. The one that would have Schwartz and Weiss both
disappear from the world market for hired men, and for them to end up
living together.
There were also the terms of the agreement, that Crawford was a bit
leery of. They were essentially stating that Schwartz would become
defunct as a unit. That they'd have to find new jobs, a new way of
living. The American didn't want to give up his lifestyle. He _liked_
his lifestyle.
Schuldich had finally been able to convince Crawford to "just go to the
damned warehouse and talk about the terms with Weiss". He'd said that
they weren't going there to agree and be happy about it-- they were
going to argue for favorable terms on both sides, and eventually come
to an agreement.
"Nice place," Crawford drawled dryly, shooting his teammates a dark
look. The warehouse looked run down, and out of sorts, in the midday
light. An eyesore. Ranma just grinned widely, throwing the doors open
and bowing comically, the European way, to Bradley.
"The inside is much better, I assure you," the blue eyed teen teased
happily, slipping in beside Farfello once the others had gotten in. Jei
tugged Ranma to him by the sleeve, but the martial artist merely
grinned widely, wriggling out of the grip and darting off to inform the
others that Schwartz had arrived.
While his mother and Kojiro were, indeed, in the circle of people who'd
congregated in the "main room"-- otherwise known as the room with a lot
of computer screens and teribi for one wall-- neither were planning on
moving into the warehouse. They'd only come to work as peacemakers
between the two enemy groups should tensions arise. They didn't need
someone trying to kill someone else in the middle of "negotiations".
By the time supper had rolled around, though, the only thing both
groups had agreed to was leaving their respective "companies".
Tensions, as expected, had risen, although the groups that had been
separated into had not been expected. Farfello and Ranma, of course,
had been part of one group, with the inclusion of both Aya and,
surprisingly, Yohji. Crawford, Nagi, Ken and Omi made another group,
with Schuldich, and Rache in the final group. Nodoka and Kojiro were
actually backing the two Germans, while attempting to stay neutral.
They weren't going to have to live with them, after all.
Crawford's group was willing to leave Estet and Kritiker, but not to
move in together. Schuldich and Rache wanted the two groups to both
leave, and to move in together. While Ranma's party was willing for the
two groups to move into the warehouse, they didn't want to leave
Kritiker or Estet. After all, Kritiker had been employing the Fujimiya
family for years, and Yohji had been given another chance by Kritiker
after Asuka's[1] death. Farfello felt the tiniest bit of loyalty to the
men that had ordered his "release" from the mental institution in
Dublin, while Ranma would side with whatever his Jei-sama thought.
It was a touchy subject, the agreement, and it seemed like it was about
to pull one of the most annoying tricks in all history.
Bicker and argue, and not do a damn thing for all eternity.
They broke for dinner, the groups dissipating to find something to eat
while they worked the problems over. Well, Crawford's group, Aya,
Yohji, and Rache were going to think it over. Farfello, Ranma, and
Schuldich were just going to look for something fun to do. Nodoka had
forbidden her son to cause any bloodshed, however, so that limited
their "fun" down to non-lethal, non-violent means.
Ranma wasn't about to disobey his mother. She was to important to him.
The two gaijins and their martial artist companion prowled the streets,
picking up a bite to eat at some random Okinomiyaki-ya-- Ranma's
comment of "it's not as good as Ucchan's", setting the owner into a fit
of rage. The three young men had laughed as they walked away from the
suddenly cowering owner. Watching Farfello stab his own tongue, while
sticking it out and letting the blood drip off could do that to anyone.
"How long til we hafta be back?"
Schuldich shrugged, grinning wolfishly at a passing woman with long,
greenish-black hair, "About an hour or so. They can probably start
without us, Bishoujo."
"They probably will," Ranma grinned, hooking his arm through Jei's. The
one-eyed assassin glared dangerously at those who watched them with
open disgust on their faces. Ranma tried to ignore the few stares he
got, but couldn't help blush bright red. Or look around nervously for
the sight of Mallet-sama, which wasn't about to show up. After all,
Akane was in a coma.
/Programmed reaction, eh Bishoujo?/ Schuldich grinned at the dirty look
he got in response. Flaunting mental powers to those who did not have
them was actually kinda fun. Although, it was usually only Rache and
Ranma who got angry over it. Everyone else was either wary of him, or
scared shitless. That was fun, too, scaring people. Heh.
"We have any idea of what we gunna do?" Ranma continued, still glaring
at Schuldich. Farfello grinned widely.
"Hurt God!" He was, of course, pointing to a long flight of stairs, and
the shrine atop it. What a way to hurt god-- desecrate a shrine to him!
Schuldich rolled his eyes, and Ranma grinned wryly, but the two fell
into step as Jei bounded cheerfully up the stairs.
"Yes?" a shrine maiden peered at them, violet eyes shadowed by long
black hair. She was scowling at them, "Is there something I can do for
you?"
Schuldich had frozen upon seeing the woman, and afterwards, Ranma had
sworn up and down that Schuldich had flared a fairly large battle aura.
The two sadomasochists backed away from the German, glancing at each
other. With an abrupt nod, they each grabbed one of Schuldich's arms
and dragged him away from the temple. As much fun as it would be to see
Schuldich kill the girl, they were nervous for a very good reason.
The only time they'd ever seen him this angry was when some blonde
cross-dressing chick had been cussing out Rache. Schuldich had put her
in the hospital, surprisingly not killing the girl, but had destroyed a
fairly large area of the Juuban District in doing so. He hadn't
recognized either of his friends-- not even Rache, his own sister!--
when he'd finished, and it had only been by using a fairly high powered
Mouko Takabisha that had knocked the man out of his lunatic rage.
Ranma and Rache had spoken to each other about it, wondering if maybe
the man had been rooting around in Farfello's mind to much. Or maybe
that when he was skimming Ranma's cat-mind, he'd picked up a few of the
nastier Nekoken traits. They hadn't figured it out yet, only knew that
Schuldich with a battle aura pretty much meant an outta control guy,
with no way to shut him down.
So they dragged Schuldich away, in fear of getting themselves killed if
they weren't fast enough. Hey, a little pain and a little blood was
alright. They didn't want to be _dead_ though. They liked being alive.
If only to cause a little mayhem and to hurt god even more.
"What was _that_ all about?" Ranma asked when the redhead had finally
calmed down enough to talk. Schuldich was slouched in the chair at the
small cafe they'd ducked into.
Schuldich sighed, "That was one of Rache's old "friends"."
"You mean those bitches that ditched her for no good reason?" Ranma
growled. Rache was a friend. Jei's eye narrowed, and the mere glint of
cruel intelligence darting through the amber iris only meant one thing.
Farfello's sadistic, sane, side was in control.
"If you loose control like that again, Schuldich, we can't let you get
near her. However, Kitty and I..."
"I like the way you think, Jei-sama."
"Of course you do," Schuldich grinned, then sighed, "Ah, don't worry
about it. I want to leave those girls alive so that when kleine
schwester goes after them, they know _true_ fear. Kind of like what
went on with Raven and the living corpse."
Both nodded. They could understand that. After a few moments, Ranma
sighed, "C'mon, we'd better get going. They'll start the meeting
without us, and we won't even get a voice in for what we want."
"It's not like you two are doing anything but be annoying," Schuldich
snorted, "You change your vote every time it looks like we're about to
come to a decision, just to keep us from deciding."
The ebon haired teenager's eyes sparkled, "Yeah, well, money is a
lovely deciding factor."
"Money?"
"Said to much, Kitty," Farfello snickered, climbing to his feet, before
he and his Kitty ran off, laughing as Schuldich chased them back
towards the warehouse.
"Money? What money? Hey! You're being _paid_ to fuck this up?!"
End
[1] Is it Asuka? I can't remember...
Well, False Identity has come to an end. I was hoping to make it
longer, but the ideas for how to run this without starting into the
True Identity plot just ran out. So, here's the epilogue and the
lead-in to True Identity. Want to know what Rache does to her
ex-friends? Can't figure out the blatantly obvious clues to who the
cross-dressing blonde chick is, the girl with singers following her
around, or the black haired shrine maiden?
Then you'll just have to wait for True Identity, wherein the girl named
revenge gets her revenge. Whoo! Go Rache!
And there's no doubt about it. Ranma will be a major influence-- and we
can't forget Schuldich or Farfello. Aya's in there too. Maybe the
others will make an appearance or ten. Who knows...? *grins widely*
Okay, yes, I _do_ know, but am I going to tell you? Nope! I'm not
ruining it!
Until Next Time,
Sammi "Li Xiang" Leigh
Of course, this paves the way for True Identity, the sequel. Be amazed
by my abilities to continue something on whether people want it or not!
(I'm hoping people will want it... *grins* People like Green-chan.
Hiiii! *waves madly*)
And, just to make sure everyone is nice and happy and whatnot, the
prologue for True Identity is being put up at the same time! XD Yes
indeed, the prologue will be up and nice and stuff. I'm soooo cool.
*sticks her tongue out at everyone who says she's not*
I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did writting it,
and...
GIMME FANART! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
(me email is [email protected], for those at FF.net who don't want to
have to go back to my profile to get it. Lazy bastards.)
False Identity
Epilogue: Endings
Li Xiang
It was all over the news. The police had tried to keep it covered up,
but with the way things run, it couldn't stay that way. They'd said it
was a random act of violence, at first.
Then came the knowledge of the prior attacks, and it became
premeditated murder. No one in Nerima was willing to put their neck
out, they weren't stupid. They didn't want to end up dead, although
everyone in the district knew exactly who had done the attack.
They figured that he'd finally snapped under the pressure. And if he
had, none of them wanted to be on his bad side. Not with Nabiki's
obvious limp, and Kunou's cast encased arm. Not with Akane and Xian Phu
both in comas in the hospital. Not with Muu Tzu and Khu Lon as cooled
corpses. They were smart. They weren't going to rile Saotome Ranma by
telling the police that he was the attacker.
But the police were smart. They connected Ranma to the murders and
attacks quickly and efficiently. It didn't matter, though. What they
learned made many a man stare up at his ceiling at night, shaking under
the covers of his bed, or seeking comfort in his wife's embrace. Ranma
was a man to be feared-- he could vanish into thin air, even with one
looking directly at him, the son of a wanted master thief.
So the media never learned who had attacked and killed the Amazon boy,
and elder. Any member of the media who did learn, soon forgot, care of
a single bottle of formula 119 shampoo.
After all, Xian Phu, Khu Lon and Muu Tzu weren't the only nyucheuzu in
Tokyo.
---
It had been two weeks since that beautiful night of bloodshed.
Their lives had calmed down, Schwartz and Weiss going off on missions
as they were want to do, testing new and improved ways to kill each
other-- as taught by the two Saotomes-- and ultimately doing little
damage to each other and lots of damage to their targets, and their
target's bodyguards.
Rache got a workout in healing the times they did get hurt-- to the
point where she got stronger with her powers, and started yelling at
anyone who came to her to heal a scratch, even if it _was_ from Aya's
sword, or Farfello's knives.
Of course, over the course of those two weeks, Schuldich, Farfello and
Ranma spent the majority of their time trying to convince Crawford that
leaving Estet was a good idea-- on that, he agreed, it was the _other_
point that put him off. The one that would have Schwartz and Weiss both
disappear from the world market for hired men, and for them to end up
living together.
There were also the terms of the agreement, that Crawford was a bit
leery of. They were essentially stating that Schwartz would become
defunct as a unit. That they'd have to find new jobs, a new way of
living. The American didn't want to give up his lifestyle. He _liked_
his lifestyle.
Schuldich had finally been able to convince Crawford to "just go to the
damned warehouse and talk about the terms with Weiss". He'd said that
they weren't going there to agree and be happy about it-- they were
going to argue for favorable terms on both sides, and eventually come
to an agreement.
"Nice place," Crawford drawled dryly, shooting his teammates a dark
look. The warehouse looked run down, and out of sorts, in the midday
light. An eyesore. Ranma just grinned widely, throwing the doors open
and bowing comically, the European way, to Bradley.
"The inside is much better, I assure you," the blue eyed teen teased
happily, slipping in beside Farfello once the others had gotten in. Jei
tugged Ranma to him by the sleeve, but the martial artist merely
grinned widely, wriggling out of the grip and darting off to inform the
others that Schwartz had arrived.
While his mother and Kojiro were, indeed, in the circle of people who'd
congregated in the "main room"-- otherwise known as the room with a lot
of computer screens and teribi for one wall-- neither were planning on
moving into the warehouse. They'd only come to work as peacemakers
between the two enemy groups should tensions arise. They didn't need
someone trying to kill someone else in the middle of "negotiations".
By the time supper had rolled around, though, the only thing both
groups had agreed to was leaving their respective "companies".
Tensions, as expected, had risen, although the groups that had been
separated into had not been expected. Farfello and Ranma, of course,
had been part of one group, with the inclusion of both Aya and,
surprisingly, Yohji. Crawford, Nagi, Ken and Omi made another group,
with Schuldich, and Rache in the final group. Nodoka and Kojiro were
actually backing the two Germans, while attempting to stay neutral.
They weren't going to have to live with them, after all.
Crawford's group was willing to leave Estet and Kritiker, but not to
move in together. Schuldich and Rache wanted the two groups to both
leave, and to move in together. While Ranma's party was willing for the
two groups to move into the warehouse, they didn't want to leave
Kritiker or Estet. After all, Kritiker had been employing the Fujimiya
family for years, and Yohji had been given another chance by Kritiker
after Asuka's[1] death. Farfello felt the tiniest bit of loyalty to the
men that had ordered his "release" from the mental institution in
Dublin, while Ranma would side with whatever his Jei-sama thought.
It was a touchy subject, the agreement, and it seemed like it was about
to pull one of the most annoying tricks in all history.
Bicker and argue, and not do a damn thing for all eternity.
They broke for dinner, the groups dissipating to find something to eat
while they worked the problems over. Well, Crawford's group, Aya,
Yohji, and Rache were going to think it over. Farfello, Ranma, and
Schuldich were just going to look for something fun to do. Nodoka had
forbidden her son to cause any bloodshed, however, so that limited
their "fun" down to non-lethal, non-violent means.
Ranma wasn't about to disobey his mother. She was to important to him.
The two gaijins and their martial artist companion prowled the streets,
picking up a bite to eat at some random Okinomiyaki-ya-- Ranma's
comment of "it's not as good as Ucchan's", setting the owner into a fit
of rage. The three young men had laughed as they walked away from the
suddenly cowering owner. Watching Farfello stab his own tongue, while
sticking it out and letting the blood drip off could do that to anyone.
"How long til we hafta be back?"
Schuldich shrugged, grinning wolfishly at a passing woman with long,
greenish-black hair, "About an hour or so. They can probably start
without us, Bishoujo."
"They probably will," Ranma grinned, hooking his arm through Jei's. The
one-eyed assassin glared dangerously at those who watched them with
open disgust on their faces. Ranma tried to ignore the few stares he
got, but couldn't help blush bright red. Or look around nervously for
the sight of Mallet-sama, which wasn't about to show up. After all,
Akane was in a coma.
/Programmed reaction, eh Bishoujo?/ Schuldich grinned at the dirty look
he got in response. Flaunting mental powers to those who did not have
them was actually kinda fun. Although, it was usually only Rache and
Ranma who got angry over it. Everyone else was either wary of him, or
scared shitless. That was fun, too, scaring people. Heh.
"We have any idea of what we gunna do?" Ranma continued, still glaring
at Schuldich. Farfello grinned widely.
"Hurt God!" He was, of course, pointing to a long flight of stairs, and
the shrine atop it. What a way to hurt god-- desecrate a shrine to him!
Schuldich rolled his eyes, and Ranma grinned wryly, but the two fell
into step as Jei bounded cheerfully up the stairs.
"Yes?" a shrine maiden peered at them, violet eyes shadowed by long
black hair. She was scowling at them, "Is there something I can do for
you?"
Schuldich had frozen upon seeing the woman, and afterwards, Ranma had
sworn up and down that Schuldich had flared a fairly large battle aura.
The two sadomasochists backed away from the German, glancing at each
other. With an abrupt nod, they each grabbed one of Schuldich's arms
and dragged him away from the temple. As much fun as it would be to see
Schuldich kill the girl, they were nervous for a very good reason.
The only time they'd ever seen him this angry was when some blonde
cross-dressing chick had been cussing out Rache. Schuldich had put her
in the hospital, surprisingly not killing the girl, but had destroyed a
fairly large area of the Juuban District in doing so. He hadn't
recognized either of his friends-- not even Rache, his own sister!--
when he'd finished, and it had only been by using a fairly high powered
Mouko Takabisha that had knocked the man out of his lunatic rage.
Ranma and Rache had spoken to each other about it, wondering if maybe
the man had been rooting around in Farfello's mind to much. Or maybe
that when he was skimming Ranma's cat-mind, he'd picked up a few of the
nastier Nekoken traits. They hadn't figured it out yet, only knew that
Schuldich with a battle aura pretty much meant an outta control guy,
with no way to shut him down.
So they dragged Schuldich away, in fear of getting themselves killed if
they weren't fast enough. Hey, a little pain and a little blood was
alright. They didn't want to be _dead_ though. They liked being alive.
If only to cause a little mayhem and to hurt god even more.
"What was _that_ all about?" Ranma asked when the redhead had finally
calmed down enough to talk. Schuldich was slouched in the chair at the
small cafe they'd ducked into.
Schuldich sighed, "That was one of Rache's old "friends"."
"You mean those bitches that ditched her for no good reason?" Ranma
growled. Rache was a friend. Jei's eye narrowed, and the mere glint of
cruel intelligence darting through the amber iris only meant one thing.
Farfello's sadistic, sane, side was in control.
"If you loose control like that again, Schuldich, we can't let you get
near her. However, Kitty and I..."
"I like the way you think, Jei-sama."
"Of course you do," Schuldich grinned, then sighed, "Ah, don't worry
about it. I want to leave those girls alive so that when kleine
schwester goes after them, they know _true_ fear. Kind of like what
went on with Raven and the living corpse."
Both nodded. They could understand that. After a few moments, Ranma
sighed, "C'mon, we'd better get going. They'll start the meeting
without us, and we won't even get a voice in for what we want."
"It's not like you two are doing anything but be annoying," Schuldich
snorted, "You change your vote every time it looks like we're about to
come to a decision, just to keep us from deciding."
The ebon haired teenager's eyes sparkled, "Yeah, well, money is a
lovely deciding factor."
"Money?"
"Said to much, Kitty," Farfello snickered, climbing to his feet, before
he and his Kitty ran off, laughing as Schuldich chased them back
towards the warehouse.
"Money? What money? Hey! You're being _paid_ to fuck this up?!"
End
[1] Is it Asuka? I can't remember...
Well, False Identity has come to an end. I was hoping to make it
longer, but the ideas for how to run this without starting into the
True Identity plot just ran out. So, here's the epilogue and the
lead-in to True Identity. Want to know what Rache does to her
ex-friends? Can't figure out the blatantly obvious clues to who the
cross-dressing blonde chick is, the girl with singers following her
around, or the black haired shrine maiden?
Then you'll just have to wait for True Identity, wherein the girl named
revenge gets her revenge. Whoo! Go Rache!
And there's no doubt about it. Ranma will be a major influence-- and we
can't forget Schuldich or Farfello. Aya's in there too. Maybe the
others will make an appearance or ten. Who knows...? *grins widely*
Okay, yes, I _do_ know, but am I going to tell you? Nope! I'm not
ruining it!
Until Next Time,
Sammi "Li Xiang" Leigh