Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Family ❯ 1 ( Chapter 2 )

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From: Nicholas Stone <bnstone@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: [Ranma][FanFic] Dark Family 3 Part 1 / "Unwanted Reunions": The Gathering of Stones

Okay, after a long, long lull, I've finally decided to post the
beginning sections of the final installments to the Dark Family Trilogy.
Need less to say, it has taken long hours of work (in what little time I
had to myself) to get the first four parts done. Hopefully, I will not
disappoint anybody.
I must thank my pre-reader, David A Tatum, for his help so far.
Any C&C will be graciously accepted at:

bnstone@ix.netcom.com

Disclaimer time:

All the regular, standard characters involved in this work are the
sole property of Rumiko Takahashi. No copyright infringement is intended,
and in no way any profit or gain is made on my behalf (honest!). Just a
small time writer trying to hone his craft :-)

Now with all that said and done, on with the show...


Ranma 1/2

DARK FAMILY

Part Three:

'Unwanted Reunions'





Nicholas Stone










The Gathering of Stones...







Chapter One

Harsh winds blew along the upper crest of the Wumeng Shan Mountain
Range, the arid waste sparing no relief for the lone traveler picking his
way along the narrow confines of a path. The way at best could be
considered easy after the several weeks of
roaming amidst the hill tribes, fighting off bands of brigands in search
of easy prey. This quest held a special prize. One of many that 'if
successful' would bring about great changes and heal a long overdue
personal wound. Rounding the top, the stranger stopped to gaze out over
the terrain before him.
Another blast of air chilled him, but he cinched the hood of his
parka tighter continuing his scan. There, not more than another ten
minutes away, sat the very dwelling he was in search of. It was a squat
wood and brown sod structure set against the protective rise of a ridge.
Smoke curled up from its tiny stack, then barely could the traveler see a
short man seated on a stool milking a goat.

Excellent', he thought, pressing on.
The old man seated in front of his home paused from his chore, senses
picking up the approach of the unexpected visitor. A slight curl of his
lip formed, then he resumed his task never glancing up as the stranger
closed the distance. Filling the bu cket, he stood up and entered his
home. The stranger reached the front and stopped as a harsh creaky voice
called out the doorway.
"That is far enough, youngster," called a scratchy voice from the
doorway.
The old man stepped back into view enshrouded in a black silk Chinese
gown decorated by green and red dragons that crossed the front and back
sides. The loose folds flapped in the wind, but he stood unfazed by the
chill, smoking a cigarette from a l ong brown holder. His wizened face
turned up, an expression of disdain in the thin pale gray eyes.
"Excuse me, but do I have the pleasure of speaking with Yun-Fong?"
asked the stranger.
A silence followed. "Depends," The old man finally answered.
"On?"
The old man drew in another breath, blowing a stream of smoke out the
side of his mouth. The smoke curled briefly up into the shape of a Ming
Dragon before dissipating.
"What you seek, and your reasons for coming here."
The stranger quickly understood. "I come here to propose an offer to
the great and mighty Yun-Fong. A proposal which might interest him a
great deal."
"You mock me with your tone of false respect." A brief sneer, then
Yun-Fong drew the stem from his mouth. "I'm sensing dark ambitions in
your soul, ambitions that could be detrimental to me."
"But I think I can--,"
"No! Now go away. Your trip was wasted."
Making a brief sigh of disappointment, the stranger turned. "Oh
well, I thought you would be interested in seeing your old acquaintance
Happosai once again," he said starting back towards the path.
A stutter sounded from behind, the stranger smiling to himself as the
words registered to Yun-Fong.
"Wait!" Yun-Fong shouted.
He turned. "Ah, yes?"
The prior looks of disdain were replaced by an expression of shock.
Yun-Fong stood tense, his inner energies literally sparkling around his
body. "H-H-Happosai?" he said.
"Interested?"
Yun-Fong broke from his stupor. "Inside," he said waving him over.
The interior of the hut was cramped obviously not designed for guest.
A table sat at the center of the room, a bed of straw just beyond that.
In the hearth a fire burned, and the stranger took a seat near it warming
his hands. He undid the hood of
his parka, pulling it back to reveal a mane of long white hair.
Yun-Fong took the stool across from him. "What does Happosai have to
do with you?"
"Oh plenty, Yun-Fong. You might say I share the same sympathy you
have for him."
"Sympathy!" cried Yun-Fong. "Ha! If I ever get my hands on that
cretin, I will rend him limb from limb." He leaped form the stool pacing
back and forth in a tight circle, gesturing violently while he raved.
"It is because of that, that, THIEF, that I am here in this inhuman
place!"
"I know, Fong," commented the stranger. "Happosai had made a fool of
you,"
Yun-Fong whirled, casting a dark gaze upon him. "Fool? He did more
than just make a fool of me. He humiliated me before my village, ruined
my reputation as a keeper of peace, driving me away in shame to live out
my life in sullen exile never to se e my loved ones again."
The stranger steeple his fingers together. "I can help change that,
Yun-Fong," he said in a sly tone.
Caution welled up in Yun-Fong's mind, warning him away from this
path. However; the lure of Happosai, the person who caused all of his
suffering endured over the last few decades, burned through any opposition
he held.
He narrowed an eye. "What do you want in return?"
"Your skills as a sage," came the reply. "I give you Happosai, you
work for me."
It had all the makings of a pact with the devil, but Yun-Fong could
not break away from his lust for revenge. He rubbed his chin and sat down
once more.
"So where is Happosai?"
Reaching into his parka, the man pulled out a weather-proof map,
handing it to him. Studying it close, Fong lit another cigarette.
"And I get to do anything I want with him?"
"For a while. Until it is time to eliminate Happosai once and for
all."
Visions of tortures filled Fong's mind, visions he'd only dreamed
about.
Until now.
A fire could be seen burning bright in the old man's eyes, noticed
the stranger. "So, do we deal?" he asked.
Yun-Fong cut his eyes over. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Renon Marcus, Doctor Renon Marcus."
Fong arched a brow regarding Marcus's for a moment.
"Let me get my things together..."


- - - - -

Ucchans,
Nerima Tokyo,

Business was picking up, noticed Ukyo Kuonji as she grilled up
another order of okonomiyaki for the customers seated at the counter. Her
keen eyes and fast handling of the spatula quickly had several orders
whipped up and onto dishes in no time flat . Satisfied grins beamed at
her as she set the plates down on the counter top. "Eat hearty, folks,"
she said as they dived into their meals.
Taking time for a break, Ukyo looked around Ucchans, every table
filled with customers. And it wasn't even noon yet, she thought. No
sense in arguing, but the load was starting to become taxing even with the
return of Konatsu from his trip home, an d the addition of Tsubasa
Kurenai.
She was grateful for Tsubasa's help, more so for his bravery shown
many months back during their encounter in the darkness among the Diet
gardens. Of course the man needed the work, but his true motive, the
undying love for Ukyo, played a big part i n his decision. Although
bothersome, Ukyo could not bear to turn him down. Now if she could only
get him to stop cross-dressing, that would be a big plus.
Currently, Tsubasa was busy taking another order at one of the
tables; Konatsu clearing another behind him. The two finished at the same
time, turning to find themselves staring face to face with one another.
Ukyo tensed, hoping that sparks would n ot fly between them. A smile,
both men continuing on with their work.
Oh why did I allow this to happen, Ukyo thought, mind wander
aimlessly. Two men, both in love with me. A disaster lurking in the
wings. Eventually, something would have to give. Tsubasa's last tantrum
almost demolished Ucchans. A fight between h e and Konatsu would be
certain to level the entire block. Too make matters even worse, neither
of them held Ukyo's heart. Only Ranma possessed those rights, and that
avenue was quickly closing, another result from their enslavement by
Marcus.
Tsubasa came up handing the order slip to Ukyo. He noticed the
strange look in her eye.
"Ukyo, is there something wrong?" he asked in a feminine voice.
She started lightly. "Uh, no, Tsubasa," answered Ukyo.
"Are you sure?"
Ukyo shot Tsubasa a stern gaze, and he shirked back not wishing to
endure one of her punches.
"Better watch out, Tsubasa," said Konatsu as he trundled by heading
for the backroom. "Ukyo's feeling a bit apprehensive now that Ranma's
coming to work here soon."
That caught Kurenai off guard. "He's what!" he exclaimed.
"Ukyo!"
Ukyo glared angrily at Konatsu. She'd been hoping to keep that a
secret from Tsubasa until tonight when the place was empty. Now was not a
good time for another tantrum to break out.
"Deep sink, now!" she growled, pointing sharply to the back.
"Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am," said Konatsu, grinning from ear to
ear.
Ukyo turned to Tsubasa. "Now you just hold onto that temper of
yours, Kurenai," she said firmly.
"But, but, but Ranma. Here? I can't believe you'd--,"
"I needed the extra help, Ranma and Akane applied for the jobs.
That's all."
Tsubasa frowned. "That's all?" he finally said.
"That's it," answered Ukyo.
A blatant lie if she ever uttered one.
"Are you sure?" asked Tsubasa, suspicion rampant in his eyes.
"Tsubasa!" shouted Ukyo.
He flinched. "Okay, okay, okay," he said backing away.
Konatsu stuck his head out from the back. "Now you're not going to
believe that are you?" he asked, teasing Ukyo.
A spatula imbedded itself into the wall next to his head, driving
Konatsu back.
"Oh I just can't wait," Ukyo said.
The front door bell chimed, Ukyo and Tsubasa turning to see Hikaru
Gosunkugi walk inside. The boy looked troubled, head turning from side to
side as if searching for something. He peered out the window then headed
over to the counter.
"Hello, Hikaru," said Ukyo, setting a glass of water down in front of
him.
He picked it up, downing it in one long gulp.
Tsubasa stared at him. "Hikaru, are you all right?" he asked.
Gosunkugi's eyes cut over to him. He stood up, returning back to the
window. Ukyo and Tsubasa traded confused looks as they watched the
strange boy. At last, he returned to his seat and sat still.
"No," Hikaru finally said.
"What, somebody out there harassing you again?" said Ukyo.
"No... well, sort'a."
"Sort'a?" questioned Tsubasa. "Is there or is there not, Hikaru?"
Gosunkugi let out a sigh. "Call me crazy, but I think I'm being watched."
Huh? Wondered Ukyo. She walked around the counter and peered out the
front windows. Looking around, there appeared to be nothing or anyone out
of the ordinary in the street.
"I don't see anything, Hikaru," she said, returning to her station.
"That's just it, Ukyo. You never see them!" shouted Gosunkugi.
Slowly, Tsubasa and Ukyo stepped away from him.
"Ah, yeah," said Tsubasa. He smacked his lips, thinking a moment.
"You're right, Hikaru."
"I am?"
Tsubasa nodded. "Crazy."
A stern finger from Ukyo directed Tsubasa back to the dining room.
Setting another glass of water on the counter, Ukyo leaned close to the
troubled boy.
"Them, eh?" she said. "Have you gone to the police?"
"With what? They'd only think it was my imagination."
"Hikaru. You of all people. The 'Nerima Lurker' unable to spot
somebody stalking him. This is a first."
"And it's scary, Ukyo. I've never been hunted like this."
"Guess the shoes on the other foot now."
Gosunkugi frowned. "I guess so. Ha, who would think that life's
biggest looser would be under close scrutiny."
"Any ideas who, and you're not a looser."
He shrugged. "Bill collectors, but I'm sure all of my bills are paid
up."
Ukyo laughed. "Okay then, relax. I'm sure it's just your
imagination running rampant again."
"Maybe," replied Hikaru. His eyes cut back to the windows again.
"I still can't shake this feeling."
"Get over it," said Ukyo. "Now, why did you really come here?"
"Oh, oh yes! Akane. I was hoping--,"
"I have not finished making out the new schedule. As soon as I do
though, I'll be the first to tell you, okay?"
Gosunkugi was overjoyed. "Thank you, Ukyo!"
"You're welcome. Just be good customer and buy something from her
everyday, okay."
"Oh you know I will!"
Hikaru stood up bowing repeatedly to her. He scurried for the door,
heart flittering with excitement, literally floating out into the street.
Konatsu stepped out from the back, wiping his hands with a towel.
"Now you know that's wrong," he said to Ukyo, watching the boy drift
out of view.
Ukyo chuckled. "Maybe, but it will sure keep us in business." She
replied.
Konatsu smiled. "So true, so true," he said.
A woman called to Ukyo from the far end of the counter wanting
service. Ukyo gave Konatsu a light nudge on the arm as she passed by to
serve her.
Ah, such a woman, Konatsu mused fondly. Grabbing a broom from the
closet, he stepped outside to sweep the sidewalk entrance clean.
Gosunkugi could still be seen dancing lightly in euphoria down the street,
then Konatsu started to sweep when somethi ng odd caught his eye.
Moving steadily along across the street not far behind Hikaru walked
two men. Their pace kept them within easy distance of the young man, just
enough to keep him in sight.
Coincidence? Thought Konatsu, but when Gosunkugi rounded the corner,
one of the men placed a hand to an ear. It appeared like he was talking
into something, then they quickly crossed the street. Hmm, sounded
Konatsu. His eyes cut from side to side as a troubled feeling flowed
through him. Trouble in Nerima?
With careful, deliberate steps, Konatsu went back inside...

- - - - -

Liuzhou, Guangxi Province One Week Later;

A Tournament was being held in the city square of Liuzhou, a match
pitting the martial arts skills of several teams against one another in a
battle royal. Cries filled the air, bodies slamming on the hard dusty
ground as the fight wound down to its final contestants.
Up in the stands, Renon Marcus watched closely searching for his next
group of employees amidst the carnage raging below. Next to him, Yun-Fong
sat studying the fight, his long stemmed cigarette clinched between his
teeth.
"Well?" questioned Marcus, sensing the old sage's annoyance.
"They're sloppy," he answered. "Except for them," finished Yun-Fong.
Renon was pleased that the sage noticed those particular men. As the
final groups prepared for the last round, he studied them noting their
moves, the well timed routine they each practiced waiting to begin. It
seem unique to him, three brothers. Two of them were identical twins;
thin and lanky sporting long dark brown hair. Not the intimidating sort,
but after watching them in action he noticed the marked respect they
earned.
The last one was obviously the eldest. Tall and solidly built he
stood calmly looking over their last opponents, marking targets,
identifying weaknesses, brown eyes narrowing with anticipation. Yes, this
man he definitely wanted in his employ. Wit h what he knew about their
background there wouldn't be any problems.
Marcus nodded lightly, moving down to the lower seats with Yun-Fong.
The tournament was about to recommence. The three men of Renon's interest
squaring off against six fearsome looking men wielding an assortment of
edged weapons. The eldest brothe r merely laughed. Picking up a long
metal staff, he walked out to face them. The twins sauntered along behind
twirling a pair of nunchakus casually in their hands.
The official waved them closer, and the two groups met eyeing one
another. Silence filled the square, tension mounting as the official
stepped back. He held up a hand and the combatants prepared to fight.
"Bah! Such a spectacle, Marcus," complained Yun-Fong. "When are we
going to get to our purpose?"
Marcus raised a hand. "Patience, my friend. We still have several
others to collect," he said, motioning for him to be calm.
"We are wasting time."
"This won't take much time at all."
The official's hand dropped and the six men immediately lunged
towards the elder brother. In a flash he moved, then several cries rang
out; the sharp stiff smacks of metal hitting skin cut the air. Two of the
men were quickly lying on the ground tw itching in agony.
Stunned, the remaining four suddenly found themselves surrounded,
caught off guard by the superior performance of their opponents. No
respite was given, the hiss of the heavy wooden batons coming down to
strike at knee caps, shoulders and arms. Two
more of the fighters fell writhing in pain. Back to back stood the last
two, fear written clearly in their eyes. The twins stood hopping and
darting around giving them taunting gestures and quick near misses,
waiting for the signal to finish them off.
Their brother stood calmly watching, allowing them their fun, then with a
snap of his fingers the deadly nunchakus flew.
A loud roar of delight rose from the crowd. Renon stood up clapping
his hands pleased by what he just witnessed. The officials came forward
and presented the three with their award money and titles of championship.
Another cheer rose up and the cr owd swarmed around the victors, passing
on congratulations and praise. Marcus and Yun-Fong made their way through
the mass.
"An excellent showing of skill, gentlemen," Renon said as he reached
the three men.
Eyeing Marcus, the elder brother could feel there was more to this
man. He wanted something, and it sent a feeling of caution running
through his body. A quick snap of his fingers stopped his younger
brothers bantering with the women around them.
"Do I have the pleasure of knowing you?" he asked.
"Not as of yet, my young sir," replied Marcus. "I assure you though,
you will want to."
"And you are?"
"Renon Marcus. Doctor Renon Marcus. My associate, Yun-Fong." The
elder brother's eyes cut briefly down at the old sage. He let out a short
grunt, looking back at Marcus.
"Rei Zuchen, my brothers Bien-so and Huuchu-so."
"Yes. Believe it or not, I already know your names."
That only made Rei arch his brow even higher. A stranger claming to
know of him meant trouble.
"What do you want from me, Doctor Marcus?" he asked.
"What I want from all of you is a few moments of your time."
Rei pondered the request. He motioned them to follow him, leading
the group away from the square into a near-by restaurant. There were
several outdoor tables, Rei and his brothers sitting down at the nearest
one. Marcus sat down across from them; Yun-Fong standing a short
distance behind puffing on his cigarette.
"Well then, Doctor Marcus. What is it that you want from us?" asked
Rei again.
"Hmm. Straight to the point. I like that in a man, Rei," replied
Renon. Rei appeared unimpressed, eyes set level on him. "Okay. I would
like to hire you and your fantastic skills."
A silence followed. Rei sat immobile, his expression still as
granite. Renon thought he had not been clear with his words, but suddenly
the twins began laughing uncontrollably.
"You wann'a what!" exclaimed Bien-so.
"Hire us?" added Huuchu-so.
Their laughter brought a smirk to Marcus's face. "I assure you I
will pay you quite handsomely."
Bien-so slapped the tabletop several times. "Hey Doctor Marcus, or
whatever your name is. We don't need your money, and we certainly do not
rate working for anyone."
"Yeah! You're looking at the top undefeated fighting team in Central
China," said Huuchu-so.
Yun-Fong gawfed loudly. "You see, Marcus. A waste of our time.
These young upstarts have no inclinations of humility, and that will be
their undoing!"
The twins shot out of their chairs. As fast as lightning, they each
produced throwing stars ready to shower the sage in a lethal barrage.
Rei's fist suddenly lashed out, catching them beneath their chins sending
them to the ground.
"Show respect for the elders," he said in a level tone.
Amidst the chuckles of Yun-Fong, Bien-so and Huuchu-so picked
themselves up and retook their chairs. Rei's dark glower prevented
anymore outburst.
"Now, Doctor Marcus," he continued. "I must tell you that my
brothers and I are not seeking such employment."
"Oh?" responded Marcus.
"Yes. We are quite content with our current status." He stood up;
Bien-so and Huuchu-so following Rei's lead. "I can say we are flattered
by your attention, but our answer is no. Now if you will excuse us, we
must be on our way to Taipei."
Renon smiled lightly as the three men started to go. "Well, I
thought you would be interested in meeting up with Ukyo Kuonji again,"
said Marcus nonchalantly.
Rei's hands grabbed each brother sharply by the scruff of the neck,
stopping them dead in their tracks. They slowly retraced their steps,
sitting down at the table once more. Rei's expression held it's usual
calm composure, but a fire could be seen
in his eyes.
"Ukyo... Kuonji?" he said.
"Why yes. The only person to ever defeat the great Zuchen brothers
in combat."
Anger could now be seen clearly on the Zuchen brothers faces. They
trembled with rage, memories long past re-surfacing in their minds.
Painful memories that ached for revenge.
"That bastard is still alive," growled Bien-so. "For a chance to
destroy him--,"
"And I can give you that chance," Renon cut in. "Although Miss
Kuonji can be difficult to subdue."
"MISS!" exclaimed the twins.
"Oh yes, I forgot. You were attending an all-boys school, weren't
you?"
"Ukyo Kuonji was a man, not a woman, Mister Marcus," Rei pointed out
to him.
Renon laughed. "She was disguised, my dear Rei," he answered.
"You mean to say we were getting beaten by, by, by, by a girl!?"
exclaimed Huuchu-so.
"Quite true."
Yun-Fong cackled at them. "Looks like you great and mighty fighters
still have much to learn," he said.
"Yes, Fong. Seems though that they will not get the chance," said
Marcus. He started to get up, but Rei's powerful grip caught him by the
wrist. A distant fury burned hot in his eyes now, gaze locked down on the
tabletop.
"Consider us your loyal servants, Doctor Marcus," he finally said.
"No matter what I have planned?"
"Just give us Ukyo Kuonji."
Renon smiled, glancing briefly over to Yun-Fong. "And you will have
her, Rei. For a while, you will have her to do as you and your brothers
see fit."
Rei let him go and stood up.
"When do we leave?"

- - - - -

The Nekohatten, Nerima

The darkness felt unsettling to Shampoo as she sat staring out the
window of her bedroom. Another long and hard day in the restaurant should
have left her near exhaustion, but sleep like so many night past,
continued to elude her.
It was unexplainable and sudden, Shampoo knowing that she could not
continue on like this. There seemed to be something troubling her, a
sense of fear she only experienced once in her life before.
The image of her mother lying near death in her bed came sharply to
mind. Shampoo could still hear the raspy breath she drew in, her weak
voice telling her to be strong in the face of death. A shudder passed
through the Amazon woman as she recalled
the cold feeling of her dead mothers hand around hers. Now that feeling
was back, and it terrified Shampoo.
Enough, she muttered. Gathering the quilt around her, Shampoo
carefully slid open her door and stepped out into the hallway. I find way
to sleep if it kill Shampoo, she thought making her way to the stairs.
A brief peek into Cologne's room found the elderly sage fast asleep,
snoring lightly amid light mutterings. Shampoo covered her mouth to
suppress her giggles, then continued on down to the restaurant. Treading
quickly across the cold linoleum floor , she went through the double doors
and stopped abruptly in her tracks.
Across the room, Mousse sat wrapped in his only blanket stirring an
open pot of hot water on one of the portable electric grills. He stopped,
then slowly looked over to her.
"Shampoo?" he whispered, pulling down his glasses. Even in the
darkness the love struck man could tell Shampoo was near.
Shampoo walked over and sat down next to him. "What you doing here
in kitchen darkness?" she asked.
Mousse let out a low sigh. "I could not sleep. Thought a good stiff
cup of Cologne's green tea might settle me."
Hiding her surprise, Shampoo wondered if Mousse too was experiencing
the same sense of apprehensions she felt. "Hmm, tea sound good," she
said. "You have enough for Shampoo?"
Immediately, Mousse retrieved another cup for her. When the water
was just right, he poured them both a cup then sprinkled in the cut pieces
of green tea leaves. A quick dash of honey, the couple took a sip
allowing the warmth to pass through their
bodies.
"Ah, that felt good," said Mousse, leaning back against the side of
the cutting table behind them. Shampoo did the same, and an awkward
silence followed.
"Mousse," Shampoo suddenly said. "You not having bad dreams, are
you?"
Through the dim backdrop of lighting, Shampoo could see the troubled
frown form on Mousse's face. He pondered a moment, trying to gather his
words together.
"Their not bad dreams, Shampoo. More like... more like--,"
"Warnings?" Shampoo cut in.
He looked at her. "Yeah. Something like that."
"I feel same."
"But this is something that has to do with our past life. What part
I'm not to sure of."
A feeling of dread flowed through Shampoo. Again dark memories
flashed, memories of an ordeal that she hoped would never happen again.
It had been so long now since their fight in this very restaurant.
Shampoo could still hear Cologne's frantic cr ies to them to stop,
smirking lightly as the blows that were traded stung her body again.
They both had come close to killing her great-grandmother, and only
through the actions of Ranma and Akane were they thwarted from success.
Shampoo started to say something about the incident to Mousse, but
she found him huddled tight in his thin blanket, lost deep in thought. He
shivered against the cold, Shampoo smiling lightly.
Gently, she draped her quilt around him, moving closer until their
bodies touched. Mousse started, surprised by her move.
"You know if Cologne finds us like this, she'll wipe us out," he said
jokingly.
Shampoo tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hush. We not doing
anything wrong, and you not get heads up in clouds either."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'You only for Ranma'," mocked Mousse. A light
smack hit him again.
"Jealous boy," giggled Shampoo.
Shampoo's head rested on Mousse's back, the warmth from her body
revitalizing the love struck man. Oh man, he muttered not sure what to do
with himself.
"Uh, Shampoo I've been thinking," he finally said.
"Is first," replied Shampoo.
"Humph, thanks. Anyway, I think we should close up the Nekohatten
for a while and take a long vacation."
Shampoo looked slowly up, features turned down in a questioning
frown.
"Really," continued Mousse. "Maybe we should listen to our brains
and heed their warnings, don't you think?"
"No," replied Shampoo, smirking. "You silly," she finished laying
her head back down on his shoulder. "Great grandma laugh us both to
death."
"Well Cologne's just going to have to believe us. In fact, this
might be in her best interest too."
"Ah hmm."
"I know It sound odd coming from me about caring for her, but I don't
want anything bad to happen to Cologne."
"Hmm."
"Then you agree?"
Silence was Shampoo's only reply.
"Shampoo?" said Mousse.
He looked back over his shoulder to find Shampoo fast asleep, a light
snore the only sound she made. Mousse looked upon her delicate features
in the dim light, then gently pulled her around until she lay upon his
chest.
"Don't worry Shampoo. Nothings going to happen to you or Cologne. I
promise," he whispered.

- - - - -

Joketsuzoku Village, Outskirts of Jiujiang Four Days later,

Enjoying the lush green countryside for a moment, Renon Marcus stood
observing the hamlet in the valley below, smiling at the serene setting.
Beside him, Rei stood waiting for his new employer to press on down the
worn path, but Marcus just stood im mobile.
"Is there something wrong, Doctor Marcus?" he asked.
Renon looked back slightly. "No, Rei. I was just thinking.
Reminiscing about times past. This village reminds me of my childhood."
"It does remind me of younger days, but why are we here?"
"To pick up another employee," answered Renon.
Together they walked down the road leading into the village. Curious
eyes followed them as they moved along the streets. Marcus noticed the
distinct difference in the women of Joketsuzoku. Alluring, with a beauty
that defied all other women he had
ever seen, they were extremely hardy loading heavy loads onto carts,
cutting wood and tending shops most men normally would be found doing. He
also noticed most of them carried or had within reach some sort of weapon.
By the looks on their faces, no do ubt they could use them with deadly
efficiency.
Rei's eyes also noticed the potential trouble they were walking into.
"Doctor--," he began, but Renon cut him off.
"Nothing will happen, Rei," he said.
Turning the next corner, Renon stopped. He looked around, then went
over to a small tea shop.
"Excuse me?" he called to the couple behind the counter. They broke
from their work and eyed the two strangers. The woman, a dark haired
beauty with brilliant green eyes, approached them furrowing her brows.
"Yes?" she said coldly.
Renon was unmoved by her tone. "I'm look for a man who supposedly
resided in your fair village. A man by the name of Suin-Tan?"
The woman's expression never changed. "He still lives here. So what
do outsiders need of our menfolk?"
A laugh from Marcus only heightened the tension Rei felt in the air.
Out the corner of his eyes, he noticed several citizens moving
strategically into position around them. Not a very friendly town, he
thought while casually reaching down to grip h is battlestaff.
"I mean no trouble, madam," continued Renon. "In fact your
'man-folk' might just be very interested in seeing me."
Renon's subtle remark annoyed the woman, but she ignored it.
Pointing up the street, she told him to look for the metalsmiths shop.
Thanking her, Renon and Rei moved on. Under the close scrutiny from the
surrounding villagers, they finally arrived at their destination.
It was a large open air shop, smoke curling up from the smoldering
pots of hot metal simmering on the hearths. At one side, a man stood with
his back turned, pounding out the shape of a flat blade.
He was stocky, bulging muscles glistening beneath the sweat from his
exertions. Long brown hair draped in a ponytail over his back, and when
he stopped to hold the blade up to the light, Renon noticed the stern
features of his face, cleft chin and d istinct cheekbones denoting the
maturity in him.
"Excuse me," called Renon.
Suin-Tan paused to look back at them. His dark eyes blinked briefly,
then he turned. Placing the unfinished weapon in a cold tub of water,
Suin-Tan approached them.
"Yes?" he said in a level monotone voice.
"Suin-Tan?" queried Renon.
"I am he."
Marcus smiled briefly at Rei. "Mister Tan, I am Renon Marcus, and
this is Rei Zuchen. I am here to... let's say, offer you an invitation of
employment."
Suin-Tan's thin brows rose slowly. He crossed his thick arms across
his chest, eyeing them. "I have no need for any other employment, Mister
Marcus," he finally said.
"And what if I told you that this employment would reap you vast
amounts of--,"
"Wealth?" cut in Suin-Tan. "If you have not noticed, I do not crave
monetary stature."
Casually, Renon began walking slowly around the workshop gazing at
the humble belongings Suin-Tan possessed. True, the man did not hold such
things a normal person would find near and dear to them, however; as he
passed what appeared to be a small b edroom, Renon caught sight of a
picture on the wall.
Painted on a polished round plate of silver, the image made him smirk
slightly, bitter thoughts briefly coming to mind. Forcing away the sneer,
he sat down at the table.
"Quaint," commented Marcus.
Such rudeness, thought Suin-Tan. He was tempted to let out the
village cry and let these arrogant fools feel the wrath of the Amazons,
but he wanted to know what it was that this Renon Marcus was really after.
"As I was about to say, it was not wealth I'm offering you, Suin-Tan.
I may call you Suin-Tan?" asked Marcus, receiving a slight nod.
"Excellent. Yes, well what I am offering you is self-satisfaction."
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Renon pulled out a photograph. "Do
you recognize this young lady?" he said pushing it across the table top
towards Suin-Tan.
Suin-Tan walked over and picked it up. Almost immediately all of the
confident composure he had melted away. His body shook uncontrollably,
pained expressions covering the poor man's face.
"Shampoo!" he stammered, dropping down into a near-by chair.
It was Shampoo, riding her delivery bike, smiling brightly as she
cycled her way down one of Nerima's streets. The picture tore into
Suin-Tan's soul. He muttered Shampoo's name again, then began to sob.
Rei stood smirking behind him surprised to see someone this huge
breaking down over a woman. He looked over to Renon, but the Doctor
waived a finger at him cutting off any remark.
"Where... where did you find her?" Suin-Tan finally managed to say.
Renon baited him. "I take it you have strong feelings for Miss
Shampoo?"
Suin-Tan's head snapped up. He locked a dark glare on Marcus. "She
was everything to me. Everything! I would have fought the entire
People's Army if it meant having her as my own."
"So what stopped you?" asked Rei, slightly confused.
Suin-Tan let out a sigh. "She did not want me. She wanted a 'strong
man'. Someone who could defeat her in combat."
Rei found that hard to believe.
"Mister Zuchen, I could never defeat her, and when she left to find
that bitch who did my chances, and my heart, went with her."
"But if my information is correct, Shampoo returned?" asked Renon
He nodded. "And disappeared once again with that old hag Cologne,
damn her miserable soul!"
Obviously, there was no love lost between Suin-Tan and Cologne. That
pleased Marcus. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on his crossed
fingers, a bemused expression on his face.
"So what stopped you from going after her?" he asked.
"I lost that right to another suitor," Suin-Tan bitterly replied.
"You mean, this man?" continued Renon.
He pulled out another picture, passing it over to Suin-Tan.
"No!" he gasped.
Snatching the picture up, Suin-Tan glared furiously at Mousse's
image. His hands shook, then abruptly the picture ripped in half.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" said Marcus, taking the two halves from him.
"Where-is-Mousse?" growled Suin-Tan.
"Hmm, I don't think it would be wise to tell you. Who knows what a
man in your frame of mind would do, eh?"
Suin-Tan's fist slammed down on the table top. He leaned menacingly
towards Renon. Rei stood ready to intercede if the man went for him, but
Marcus sat calmly in his chair.
"Why do you bring back these dark memories, Renon Marcus?" asked
Suin-Tan.
Renon eyed him. "I wanted to see if you still held any desires for
Shampoo."
"Of course I do. I would give anything to have her as my own, have I
not made that clear to you?"
Marcus leaned towards him. "And do you still desire revenge against
Cologne and Mousse?"
"As strong as my desire to possess Shampoo."
Renon stood up. "Work for me then, and I will give you the means to
possess Shampoo."
Sitting back, Suin-Tan stared out into empty space, weighing all that
he would loose if he left the village without proper approval from the
elders. Marcus could see the doubt running through his mind.
"I only offer this chance once, Suin-Tan. Forget all these Amazon
traditions! Shampoo is yours for the taking, and I will help you gain
your dreams, and regain your dignity."
Suin-Tan let his eyes cut around the workshop. Abruptly, he stood
and headed for the hearths.
Rei and Marcus exchanged looks, then Renon called out to him.
"Is this your answer, Suin-Tan?"
Suin-Tan stopped and looked back. "I can not leave my fires burning
now can I, Renon Marcus?" he answered.
Renon grin an evil grin.
"Of course not, my friend. Of course not..."

- - - - -

Nari's Gymnastics School, City of Otsu Two weeks later:

A young child of six stood before the various bars and beams situated
in the center of a large gym, her eyes roving over the intimidating
construction, preparing herself for what was to come next.
A whistle blew breaking her from her trance. She darted out across
the mat, leaping up on a small spring board then took hold of the first
low rung. A graceful pull with one arm slung her up and over, legs
hooking around the next set without pause.

Her tiny body whirled, looping over and over just like so many times
she had done before. Another swing, this time several pirouettes as she
rocketed towards the highest bar in the set. Confidence filled her mind,
joy warming her chest, until she r ealized her hand missed the grip. A
tiny squeal sounded as she fell with a loud slap on the mats below.
Stunned, partially out of breath, tears welled up in the child's
eyes, tear not from failure; no, tears from the scolding she knew would
shortly follow.
"GET UP!" raged the harsh voice of Asaiko Nari, gymnastics teacher
and owner of the Nari Gymnastics School. Angry footsteps thumped across
the floor, then her twisted face of fury appeared above the young girl.
"What is wrong with you? We've done this time after time, after
time, after time, and you still can't reach the upper levels!"
"I'm sorry, sensei--,"
"Sorry is not good enough. The only thing sorry is your ability to
negotiate the bars! A simple--,"
"Miss Nari," said the child's mother seated across the room.
Asaiko had forgotten her presence, blinded by her obsession for
perfection in her student. She stood up, readjusting the top of her red
leotards, then turned around.
"Mrs. Dimasko, I am afraid that your child has not, or does not
posses the abilities to master gymnastics. Not now, not ever," she said
evenly.
The child's mother was shocked. "Why I've never been--," Mrs.
Dimasko started. She stood up, trembling with rage at the insult dealt
towards her daughter. Beckoning her over, Mrs. Dimasko eyes slited
sharply.
"You run your students like you run some form of prison camp. I was
warned by others, but no! I choose to give you a chance, and this is what
I get? Insults... rudeness...--,"
"I only speak from a professional view, Mrs. Di--,"
"Professional view? You expect just too much for someone of my
little Ki's age!"
Asaiko arched one of her slim narrow brows, taking a short menacing
step towards them. "I was reaching the upper levels before the age of
four, Mrs. Dimasko. Anyone desiring to master the bar must be pushed
early in order to attain excellence," she
said.
"Well you have pushed my child just a bit to far, and I am not going
to have her subjected to your tyrannical influence anymore. Good day, Ms.
Nari!"
Her customers stormed out. Taking a deep sigh, Asaiko went over to a
chair and sat down, head hung low. The pain throbbing in her temples
increased, every beat of her pulse echoed in her ears.
"Why, why can I not control this anger of mine?" she asked herself,
pulling off the red headband around her head.
Asaiko sat up, the long lengths of dark brown hair falling freely
down her back. Every muscle of her well toned body felt tense, the
pressures of managing business and keeping creditors from closing her down
drained every last ounce of energy from h er soul.
"Damn, and she was a good customer too," she snapped.
Before another rush of anger could burst forth, Asaiko shook herself
driving it back. No, this was not the time for uncontrolled emotions. I
need to think, figure out what I am going to do now.
Asaiko wanted to cry, but held it back. She hung her head again,
allowing her senses to rest. The sudden ring from the door made Nari look
up.
There, standing at the threshold with a thin smile, stood a tall man
with long white hair. He did not look old, more in his middle to late
forties. His poise however, immediately caught her attention. Somebody
with a lot of money, or something tha t felt like trouble.
Slowly, Asaiko sat back. She smoothed her left brow with a finger,
regarding him for a moment.
"You're a little old for gymnastics," she said, smiling wryly.
The man only chuckled as he closed the door behind him. "I'm not
here for lessons, Ms. Nari."
Warning bells went off in Asaiko's head. A debt collector? Maybe
one of those related to the Yakuza clans demanding immediate settlement.
I wonder if he's open to temptation?
She sat forward. "So what can I do for you Mister--,"
"Marcus, Doctor Renon Marcus."
"Okay, Mister Marcus. My question still stands."
Marcus paused briefly then laughed. Taking a chair, he sat down
across from her.
"Nice place you have here, Ms. Asaiko Nari," he said.
The tension increased in Asaiko. She expected the worse, this Marcus
drawing out a gun to drill her right through the forehead just like in
those gangster movies she'd seen. Doctor... right!
"It suffices," she answered, shifting in her chair.
"Yes, so I've heard."
Shooting to her feet, Asaiko glared angrily down at Marcus. "Okay,
what is this? Who are you and what do you want from me?"
Marcus drew back, surprised by her outburst. The smile on his face
never faltered. "Why Asaiko, I come here with good intentions and this is
how you treat a guest? Shame, shame on you."
"Why are you here!"
Relaxing, Marcus glanced casually around again. "And, ah, how is
business?"
Asaiko remained silent.
"Hmm, I see we're not talking. Alright, I'll ask you a better
question. How would you like a better paying job?"
She smirked at him. "A better paying job?"
"Yes. One that will end all of this poverty you live in."
Admitting that she was down in the dumps right now certainly raked
across Asaiko's nerves. She never thought the day would come when the
truth would come out, always able to stave off the dark fringes of
despair. This time things had certainly gott en out of hand, and with the
loss of her latest client this might be a gift from the gods.
Or a pact with the devil.
Moving over to the gym bars, Asaiko leaped catching hold of the
bottom bar. "Business is not bad, Mister Marcus," she lied, working her
way up over the top of the next bar.
Renon watched her negotiate the levels with amazing ease, spiraling
up over the top set, catching a rung with her legs to topple back down to
the bottom in a graceful swing.
"Oh, so I suppose the overdue payments you owe are signs of
prosperity," he said.
The top bar vibrated sharply, Asaiko holding herself up by her arms.
That was something she had kept secret for a long time. How did he know?
"Not called for, Mister Marcus," she said continuing on with her
exercises.
"Still, I have your attention. Ms. Nari, you had such potential as a
gymnast. Top of the class at Benakiko Girl's school, two scholarships
from some very esteemed colleges--,"
"Is this some sort of history lesson, Mister Marcus? Because if it
is, I'm well versed in my past life, thank you very much."
"I'm not reflecting on your past for nothing, Asaiko."
"Cut the fluff then, and get to the point."
Marcus arched a brow. He went silent for a moment, searching the
room. His eyes stopped on a video player system and he walked towards it.
"Ms. Nari, to bring matters to the 'point', do you remember a young
lady by the name of... Kodachi Kuno?"
FA-BAMPH!
Renon stopped, looking back to find Asaiko lying face down on the
mats. "So, I see the name does sound familiar?" he continued.
Asaiko leaned up on her elbows. Brushing back the hair from her
face, she cast Marcus a stern gaze.
"Mentioning that name around me is not wise, Mister Marcus," she
hissed through grit teeth.
Renon just laughed, standing in front of the video player. A brief
look over the controls; Marcus pulled a video tape from his coat pocket.
"Ms. Kuno really pulled a number on you the last time you two met, is
that not right?" he said.
"That... that bitch ruined my life. Taking the Final rounds in the
National Gymnastics competition, she--,"
"Cheated?" cut in Marcus.
Asaiko felt the rage from the old wound burning hot inside now. This
man dredging up all the pain, all her sorrow and lost opportunities, was
he trying to hurt her for pleasure? Why is he doing this, what does he
want?
Seeing the flame in her eyes, Renon nodded slightly to himself. Her
pain will serve him well. Total commitment, one thought and one thought
only that would ensure his satisfaction.
"Ms. Nari, I know you are curious, so I will tell you why I am here.
I want you to work for me. I pay well, and I do believe you and I share a
common interest."
"You mean Kodachi Kuno?"
"Yes."
Thinking, Asaiko milled his words several times, trying to fit the
pieces of the puzzle together. She stood, walking over to him.
"You are not exactly legitimate, are you, Mister Marcus?" she asked.
"To certain people, quite legitimate my dear Ms. Nari."
Asaiko did not like this. Marcus seemed like a shady character, one
that went far past the Yakuza, past the Silent Empire. Deep, deep into
things that she did not want to get involved with.
"Mister Marcus, I still am not sure what Kodachi Kuno has to do with
my employment."
"I can see you will need more convincing." Pushing the tape in,
Marcus adjusted the volume. "Uh, you might want to sit down for this," he
finished.
She pulled up a chair just as the wide screen flashed. The roar of a
crowd could be heard, then an auditorium faded into view. It was set up
for gymnastic competition, high bars and balancing beams positioned in the
middle of the floor. An abrupt squeal brought Renon around.
"Ms. Nari, are you alright?" he asked.
Asaiko did not answer. She had slid out of the chair to her knees,
fist pressed tight to her lips staring wide eyed at the screen.
It was 'The Day', she thought. A tremble began to flow though her
body, the tightness in her chest increasing.
Two figures stepped out into view on the mats. Kodachi Kuno stood in
a purple leotard, black roses adorning one side in a neat row. Her killer
trade mark, the younger Kuno looked over at her hapless opponent and
grinned.
"Hmm, you seem to be a tad bit disoriented, Asaiko. I wonder why?"
noted Renon feigning ignorance.
But Asaiko knew very well why. She could still remember it like
yesterday. The burst of white mist in her dressing room, a mad dash for
an exit, the following nausea and drowsiness. Although it was never
proven, she knew Kodachi had rigged her roo m planting one of her fabled
sleeping bombs to remove her from competition. She might not have
succumbed to the gas, but she did inhale enough to render her weak.
Another squeal, this time in reaction to the sloppy start off she did
when the whistle blew. Three matches, just three she knew she could win
over that kniving bitch, but her performance suffered. Sloppy mounts,
fumbled twistovers, repeated falls t o the mats. Kuno: a perfect 10.0
Nari: 2.0
The lowest ratings ever in her life. All that she worked for, all
she ever desired gone in but a wink of an eye.
The dark wink from Kodachi just before accepting the trophy.
Sudden sobs emanated from the forlorned woman. Her tears streamed
down her cheeks as she looked over to Marcus.
"Why did you have to bring this back up? Don't you see how much this
hurts!"
"Well it is better for you to see this now instead of next week, when
this is aired on television."
A louder squeal, Asaiko's tears quickly stopping. "What!"
"Yes, in tribute to all of the National Matches held in Osaka. You
in particular are mentioned as the worst performance ever displayed. Not
a very flattering thing I would say."
Disaster!
The shock held Asaiko ridged; Renon ready to play is final card. He
knelt next to the woman.
"Back to my offer. Plain and simple Ms. Nari. You work for me. I
pay you well, and I also deliver Kodachi Kuno into your hands to do
whatever you see fit.
Asaiko blinked then looked over at him. "Anything?"
"So long as you eliminate her in a timely manner."
Gazing back at the display, she sat motionless for a long minute.
Renon thought he would have to hit her with a few ampoules of smelling
salts, but Asaiko began talking again.
"They booed me... the crowd you know."
"And now here is your chance to exact revenge for that injustice."
Another pause, then her hand waved him to come closer.
"Does her death have to be immediate," Asaiko asked Marcus.
He shook his head. "Yours to do as you see fit."
Asaiko Nari slowly smoothed a brow, pondering the ways to make Kodachi
Kuno pay for what she did.
"Yes..."

- - - - -


Renon Marcus's Estate, 10km
NE of Kurobe-kyokoku
The Japan Alps, three weeks later:

From the third floor window of his castle-like home, Renon Marcus
stood staring out across the wide grounds of the private estate, milling
about the plans he had so painstakingly brought together. He literally
tasted the sweetness of revenge poised
so close to the tip of his tongue.
Secrecy would be the key to everything. Strike hard and fast
stunning his prey before they could react. Yes, the time was now, and
this time he would not lose control.
Turning, Marcus retook his spot at the head of the long, mahogany
table in his conference/dinning room. Around the table, his newly hired
assistants minus Asaiko Nari studied several folders of information;
pictures scattered about the table. The d oor to the room opened, two
tall men walking in. The youngest of the two came up and whispered
something into Renon's ear. Casually, Marcus nodded. The man went over
to a wall panel, and Renon stood up.
"My friends," he began. "Let us begin this little meeting by
allowing me to greet you to my modest home."
Rei Zuchen looked up from the document he was reading. "Modest
Doctor Marcus is quite an understatement," he said drawing a laugh from
the others.
"Yes," replied Renon. "It is convenient for our needs. Let us get
down to business shall we. First I'd like to introduce two of my
assistants."
The two men standing behind Renon stepped up. "The gentleman on my
left is Itchioni Yamaguchi. He takes care of all details and affairs
regarding operations. If you have any questions or need anything
specific, please do not hesitate to ask him fo r assistance."
Itchioni nodded slightly to the men around the table. "I am at your
humble service, gentlemen," he said.
All eyes looked to the man standing on Renon's right. From the
slight creases at the corners of his eyes, they could see he was older,
lean and dressed in a black ninja outfit from head to toe. Marcus let them
study him for a minute before continuin g on.
"My leading Ninja Master, Sapparo. He, and his people are also at
your disposal."
The Ninja Master crossed an arm across his chest, bowing deeply.
Suin-Tan leaned forward on the table. "With all due respects, Doctor
Marcus, is there a reason why we are delaying the start of your plans?"
Renon sat back down. "Yes, my dear friend Suin-Tan. Yes there is
indeed. We must allow our distant compatriot time to position her forces.
Speaking of which,"
Reaching out, he tapped a button on the side of the table. Out of
the ceiling lowered a large flat screen television. It flickered to life,
Asaiko Nari's features coming into view.
"Asaiko, can you hear me?" said Renon.
"Clearly, Doctor Marcus," she replied.
Renon spotted a man standing behind her clad like Sapparo. "Ah, so I
see you have made contact with the people I've sent you."
"Yes, Doctor Marcus."
"You have positioned them accordingly?"
"Everything is set, Doctor. All that I need are the targets."
"Excellent," replied Marcus, rubbing his hands together.
"Gentlemen, we can now begin phase two of my plan."
The screen split, pictures of Renon Marcus's current interest arrayed
before them.
"Several of you are already familiar with some of the people you see
here," said Renon. "The rest are covered in the dossiers I handed out."
Yun-Fong spoke up. "So I understand that you want these people
eliminated."
"Not all of them." Marcus highlighted the pictures of Shampoo and
Kasumi Tendo. "Suin-Tan has custody of Miss Shampoo. Kasumi Tendo I want
alive. She is not to be harmed in any way. Clear?"
The team nodded.
"Now then, these men I want captured and brought back here,"
continued Marcus, highlighting two more pictures. "Soun Tendo, and Genma
Saotome are your first targets, Suin-Tan."
"I will capture them, Doctor Marcus."
"I'm sure you will." Marcus highlighted Mousse and Cologne's
pictures. "These two are to be immediately executed after that."
Suin-Tan smiled. "I will enjoy that very much," he said.
"Hey Doc! When do we get Kuonji?" Bien-so blurted out. He received
an immediate sneer from Rei, drawing defensively back into his chair.
Marcus chuckled. "Miss Kuonji is to be taken along with Tsubasa
Kurenai at her restaurant. Eliminate Kurenai, but bring Ukyo back here.
In what condition I do not care."
"Oh yes," said Huuchu-so.
"What about that gruesome looking kid?" commented Yun-Fong pointing
to Hikaru Gosunkugi.
"Yes. He is an elusive one. My men are having a hard time keeping
tabs on him. Once the signal has been given, he will be taken care of."
Yun-Fong arched a brow at him. "And Happosai?"
"As promised he is yours, Yun-Fong," answered Marcus.
The sound of a phone ringing cut the air. Yamaguchi drew out his
cellular and answered the call. After a short exchange of words, he
folded it up and leaned down to whisper something into Renon's ear. The
Doctor smiled.
"Asaiko, you will be pleased to know that the Kuno's have taken the
bait and are on their way to visit you," he said.
Asaiko grinned, feeling the anticipation welling up inside. "This
will be a glorious kill," she replied.
"They must not be allowed to leave you alive, Asaiko."
"They will die and very painfully, Doctor Marcus."
Steepling his hands before him, Renon studied the last five pictures,
eyes narrowing in thought.
"Itchioni, once Suin-Tan has completed his part he will link up with
you. If Kasumi Tendo is not at her home when Suin-Tan pays his visit, You
will both track her and Doctor Ono Tofu down. After that, find and kill
Ryoga Hibiki."
"And Doctor Tofu. Is he to be brought back here, sir?" asked
Yamaguchi.
The dark glance Marcus gave him answered his question. He nodded his
head, no words needed.
"Now this young lady," continued Renon, highlighting Nabiki Tendo's
image. "She will not need to be bothered with."
"Don't you think she will be a threat?" asked Suin-Tan. "She may not
have any martial skills, but her intelligence more than makes up for it
from what I have read on her."
"Nabiki Tendo will have other things to worry about, trust me,"
replied Renon.
"And what about the last two?" Rei asked.
Marcus paused to stare at the pictures of Ranma Saotome and Akane
Tendo. Vengeance welled up in him, the gnawing hate after barely escaping
death raged for satisfaction. He would have that, and much more on both
of them.
"These two belong to me," he finally said. "I have special plans for
them. Very special plans."
Marcus allowed them to study the faces of their targets one last
time, then stood up leaning on the table towards them.
"No mistakes. This must go like clockwork. Strike hard, strike
quick and leave no mess. Is that understood?"
The team acknowledged his words.
"Then let us get started..."