Tainted Gestalt: Ranma In Lelouche

What the hell? Ranma stared at the woman pointing a gun at him, “Hey lady, put the gun down!” Hey, no girly voice! Point. But what was with this shattered room and was that a giant robot? “Where am I?”

“Shut up!” she barked as she got closer, “Don’t move or I WILL shoot you!”

The sound of gunfire, a scream, and a far off explosion served to draw the woman’s eyes briefly away but that was more than enough for Ranma. He darted left and immediately stumbled. What the hell? He recovered and sprinted past the woman as her gun went off, battering his ears and sending his danger sense haywire. He wasn’t moving nearly as fast as he should have been and his body felt wrong, terribly weak-- already loudly protesting even this small amount of exertion. What the hell was going on?

“Stop! Get away from there!” She fired three times and Ranma felt hot pain graze his bicep as he juked behind the robot’s leg.

Yea no. Definitely going to keep giant metal robot between me and you, lady. In fact...

Ranma’s leap to climb up the towering knightmare (huh?) turned into disaster as his limbs responded sluggishly and something wonky was going on with his ki. What the hell?! He earned a painful bruise to his ribs for his trouble and found himself on his back, his reflexes failing him entirely. Then the gun happy lady was coming around and he had no time to be confused. He managed to spin on the ground and throw a kick through her shins sending her tumbling down atop him, her weapon hitting the ground well within reach.

The indiscriminate grappling that then took place was shameful. He wasn’t in his girl form and this lady was stronger than him! A lot stronger! But she was crap for technique which kept him ahead even if his lungs were trying to throw in the towel and his muscles were burning like he’d been fighting for a whole day rather than a few minutes. Unfortunately, moves that he could perform flawlessly in his sleep were off, like his body had never done them before. After the fourth mistake that allowed her to wriggle out of the sleeper hold he’d been attempting and he received an elbow to the face for his troubles, he got both feet under her and launched her away. Except thanks to his damned weakness she didn’t go sailing very far in fact only a couple of feet and right next to-

Crap!

Ranma was up and diving between the robot’s legs as bullets ricocheted around him. Seriously, what the hell was going on?! What was he even doing here? Where was pop?! Was that girl a Tendo? Cause if she was, he really wanted no damn part of this marriage thing! He ignored his annoyingly exhausted body’s protests as he ran, eyes hastily searching for an exit strategy. He lurched to a clumsy halt as he took in the bodies. Blood and... was that their brains?- everywhere- their heads were- What the hell? Ranma felt his gut try to heave-

Uniformed men all in a row. A voice commanding, “You people... DIE !” Guns went to temples and throats. The leader insanely cackling. Blood sprayed and the bodies collapsed as one.

The only thing that kept his lunch down was his danger sense viciously cutting through the nausea and he charged at a large stack of wood managing to get his anemic flow of ki to speed the movement and work past his fatigued body’s limits. More bullets filled the air as the crazy **** lady screamed something about traitors. He made it over the stack but somehow caught his foot and went face first into a puddle of water on the other side that really had no business being there. 

“Why is it always water?” Ranma yelled wiping the cold, dirty, so very cold water from his eyes. Make that her eyes, and - And that wasn’t even remotely right. For the first time since waking up in this strange murderous place Ranma was able to catch sight of a reflective surface in the pool of water.

Staring back at her was a girl, much as expected. Less expected were the western features, that those eyes staring back were purple and, well, kind of larger. And that hair! Where did her pigtail go? Never mind that, though! Everything was wrong. The clothes were some uniform she didn’t recognise, and come to think the voice sounded a little off as well. Most crucially the face was completely different. Still cute as a button, but... Wrong!

“This isn’t me,” Ranma whispered. “I’m not me! What the hell is going on?”

“Good question,” an irate voice said from behind her. The reflection in the puddle quickly revealed the face of the crazy **** lady and, oh yeah, the gun pointed at the back of Ranma’s head. “Start talking, and if I like what I hear I’ll make this quick.”

Hah! Close my eyes and bam! Hottie! My own personal Playboy Channel! Talk about stress relief!

Huh?

Ignore the dolt and let me control my body. I can end this farce now.

Oh god. She was going insane. Hearing voices-er Hey! She found herself roughly jerked around as killer woman straddled her body in the cold -cold- puddle. A-and a gun pressing into her cheek. Stupid voices!

The dark skinned and actually rather very beautiful or really excessively hot silver haired gaijin woman had an absurdly cute expression of confusion twisting her undeniably sexy features as she looked down at Ranma. Wait-what? What did she just think?

Now is the perfect moment! Use Geass! Look at her and command her to give you the gun. She will obey!

Wait. What? Woah. She totally will, won’t she?

The lady was talking, “You’re a girl? That’s not- but where-”

Holy crap, this was crazy! How had pop cooked this one up? ****, hypnosis...

That’s right. This isn’t real. A dream. It doesn’t matter. Now- Yes! Finally!

Ranma’s eyes were suddenly on fire and she instinctively closed them- or tried to. They remained firmly open as she felt an explosion of ki within her temples which soon splashed out to leap across the short gulf between her and the woman. Her own lips were moving and speaking without say so from her! And she couldn’t move!

“Now-” Her voice abruptly cut off as she managed to will them to obey. Now just to get her body going-

And then her treacherous lips were at it again, “Haha! Now show us your tits!”

No! You imbecile! “... And give us your knightmare frame!” Sigh Get out of my head, the both of you!

Yeah, sure whatever - Oh my god! That man is massive and I think he wants to eat me.

The woman’s face had smoothed to an expressionless mask but now she smiled faintly as she calmly set her gun down on top of the wood stack. “Yes. Please enjoy my breasts.” Then she leaned back and peeled open her dress’s neckline enough to reveal her bra encased chest. The lacey purple garment was popped open next and Ranma was soon staring at two chocolate complected boobs. She was rambling off some sort of code and pressing a small object into Ranma’s hand.

*woo. First one written by Cross C