Demonic Halo [Momo, Ranma]

Upon closer look, the Rukongai… actually looked a bit less buttfucked than the Seireitei! Glorious! That meant Erica’s family was safe… but was it her? Had she defended the masses? Definitely! He already saw her as a sort of vigilante, so this made perfect sense! Good lord, she must’ve covered a lot of ground…

Ranma made a beeline towards her house the moment he slipped off of Shura’s grasp, making any acceptable excuses he could make to keep this drive of his an absolute secret from the previous 11th Zaraki goon. Yeah, sure, Shura was all in for training Kidō- by bashing your head against the wall over and over again until something clicked. That wasn’t how true Kidō developed. He knew that, clear as day.

Were the dummies still intact? Was her garden safe? Had any invading Hollows mauled at her flowers?! Erica still needed to see those- wait, she was still in active duty. The 2nd Division were far busier than expected… FUCK!!!

“H-Hinamori-sensei?! Hinamori-senseeeeeeeeeeeei!” Ranma called out from outside her house, panicking, “Please tell me you’re alright! Hinamori-senseeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii! You there?! I sense your Spiritual Pressure! I’ve gotten better at it, recently! Hinamori-senseeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii!”

His eyes were teary with worry, and he found himself hugging the door to her home. “I’m still alive, Hinamori-senseeeeeeeiiiii! I did pretty well, but the fuckers fled! I… I…”

Dude slid down the door, fell on his knees, and spotted his own tears falling down. “Your advice helped a lot… but I don’t know if it’s enough. I need to protect Erica, and I need to protect the Soul Society… and it’s breaking my shoulders, man!”