Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Family ❯ 3 ( Chapter 4 )

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Imported From: RAAC
From: Nicholas Stone <bnstone@ix.netcom.com>

Well, here is the third installment of the Dark Family Trilogy.

Thing are not looking good for our heroes, and after you've read this, I'm
sure you will agree.

Just a note: My primary pre reader/editor Dave Tatum unfortunately could
not help me with this version due to things happening around home. I want
to pass along my highest regards and thanks for all of his input and
support helping me along with DF3. Hopefully, he will be able to continue
his fine work with Part 4: Broken Family.

However...

A couple of folks over on the ffml were kind enough to read and
critique/edit. Many thanks to Michael A Chase for his inputs. The same
thanks go out to David Johnston for his inputs. And finally, the last
thanks go to Zen. I know you did not get to read the whole thing (please
download this one), your catch improved the interrogation scene.

And now, with no further delay, Part 3...




Ranma 1/2

DARK FAMILY

Part Three:

`Unwanted Reunions'





Nicholas Stone





To Cast a Long Shadow.


Chapter Seven

Tokyo Police Headquarters;

A silent spectator sat on the other side of a one-way
mirror observing the intense interrogation being conducted on
the prisoner seated dolefully at the center of the room.
Smoke curled up from the cigarette in his hand, the light
whiff of clover mixing in the air.
Lieutenant Oneda Kira took in another long draw, letting
his breaths out in short, timed puffs while milling over the
information he had heard so far. I'm too old for this,
thought Kira. A twenty-seven year veteran of the force, time
had been good to the detective. Even in his early forties,
Oneda's features still held the trim, stocky build he always
strived to maintain, flecks of gray streaking the sides of
his jet black hair.
But age had not dimmed the detectives sharp mind, a
trademark that got him assigned to cases like this.
Terrorism, an ugly crime to combat, Lieutenant Kira went well
above standards thwarting small student devised incidents, to
full-blown organized raids. This incident held special
interest to him, and that young lady beyond the glass might
just be the break he has been looking for all these years.
Crushing out the cigarette, Oneda leaned forward and
turned the speaker back on. His dark brown eyes narrowed
slightly as he listened in on the sharp comments being
directed at Nabiki Tendo by one of his assistants.
[Tendo, what makes you think you can beat a rap like
this?] Detective Ken Homa barked at the fear stricken woman.
Homa had been the arresting officer, a fitting position the
man cherished with a passion. Kira respected the man's gruff
no frills approach, although sometimes he got carried away
with it. That was why he usually had his other assistant;
Detective Wanabe Tamigari, sit in on every interrogation
balancing out the team.
Considering Tamigari's short time on his staff, the man
seemed to fit in well. Silent, level headed with an acute
ability for efficiency, the young man's frail appearance
belied the intelligence hidden behind the round, wire-rimmed
glasses he wore. So much like me when I first started, mused
Oneda with a light smile.
Nabiki Tendo tugged nervously on the collar of the
bright yellow prison uniform she wore, shifting around in her
chair to face Homa.
[Look, I'm going to tell you again, I did not try to
kill anybody.] she answered.
[Bullshit!] shouted Homa. [We showed you the video tape
we have that clearly puts you, and the rest of your thugs at
the Summit Meeting that night!]
Nabiki pressed her manacled hands up to her face,
letting out a long sigh. She lowered them, the chains
clanking loudly on the table as she looked back up at Homa.
[Damn it! How many times must I tell you. Yes, I was
there. No, I and my friends are not terrorist, and the man
you're after is Renon Marcus!]
[Ah, yes Miss Tendo,] said Wanabe. He picked up a file
from the table, opening it up. [Uh, this `Renon Marcus' you
keep referring to in your confession... well quite frankly,
does not exist.]
[That is not my confession!] snapped Nabiki. She sat
back, glancing back and forth between the two. [You call
yourselves detectives? How can you not have Marcus on
record! He's not a ghost, I saw him with my own two eyes.]
Wanabe looked perplexed, cutting a quick glance up at
his partner. [Um, Miss Tendo our archives have no evidence
that a Renon Marcus resides in Japan. We don't--,]
[You don't have to explain anything to this terrorist,
Tami!] said Homa. He grabbed Nabiki by the shoulders,
turning her roughly around. [Tendo, you are guilty and know
it!]
[I don't like the way you're treating me, buster! You
better get those hands off me right now!]
Homa drew back. He scowled down at her, then smiled.
[It's going to be good to see how you act once they sentence
you, Tendo. All that spark I'm sure will disappear quick.]
[Sentence, what sentence? I haven't even been tried
yet!]
[Oh, but you will be. Not that it will matter anyway.]
Nabiki's features slacked, shoulders sagging forwards.
[I, I want a lawyer,] she muttered.
[And one will be provided for you, Miss Tendo,] answered
Tamigari. [Seems though, that we're having a difficult time
finding one right now.]
[Why is that?] asked Nabiki.
[Your case is one none of them will touch. A bad, let
us say `image' could be gained.]
[Bad image! But, but, but I'm innocent I tell you,
innocent!]
Homa burst out laughing. [So you say.]
[Miss Tendo,] continued Tamigari. [Your chances of
acquittal are not very good. In your best interest, and for
the sake of our esteemed government, admitting your crimes
and delivering the rest of your gang into custody might get
you a lighter sentence.]
[A lighter sentence? Just how light?]
Wanabe shrugged. [Life.]
Nabiki's jaw sagged open.
In the observation booth, Lieutenant Kira could not help
but chuckle at her reaction. He settled down, milling about
Tendo's mentioning of Renon Marcus. It was a good start for
things, but first he needed to know more.
Homa was about to tear into her again, when the door to
the room opened up. Lieutenant Kira stepped inside.
"Sir," said Ken, bowing slightly.
Oneda nodded. He stared down at Nabiki for a moment.
"Gentlemen, let me have a few moments alone with Miss Tendo
if you would," he said to his men.
Wanabe and Ken traded confused looks, but did as
instructed. As the door closed behind them, Lieutenant Kira
pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Now then, Miss Tendo. Tell me everything you know
about this `Renon Marcus'."

* * * * *

Marcus's black limousine pulled to a stop in front of
his castle estate, Renon stepping out to gaze around at the
grounds. Evening was starting to form, the sun's golden rays
casting a serene light about the lush greenery that adorned
his home. A fine day, he thought, pleased with the status of
events so far.
Sapparo came up, awaiting Renon's orders.
"Make sure our young `guest' is secured for the night,
Sapparo," instructed Marcus. "I want him fresh for
tomorrow's activity."
"He will be ready, Doctor," replied Sapparo with a
slight bow.
Marcus headed up the path leading to the steps, eager to
hear what the rest of his teams had accomplished so far. The
guards at the front doors opened them, Renon passing through
making straight for the conference room. Inside, Yamaguchi
and Suin-Tan sat at the table going over a series of street
maps.
"Gentlemen," said Renon, taking his spot at the head of
the table.
Yamaguchi looked up. An unsettled glint filled his
eyes, Renon knowing that something was amiss.
"I take it that Kasumi is not awaiting me up in my
room?" he said.
Itchioni shied away slightly. "That is true, Doctor
Marcus."
Renon leaned forwards. "So tell me what happened."
"We tried to get them, in fact we pretty much had them.
However; this, this, this buffoon you sent to help allow them
to escape!"
Suin-Tan smirked at Yamaguchi. "Don't blame your
mistakes on me, Itchi," he said. "We both underestimated
Doctor Tofu."
"If you had not played around like you did and took more
direct action, we would not be here trying to relocate them!"
"Your sloppy handling of your people speaks for itself!"
"And I'm not the one ordering anyone to kill police
officers either!"
Renon slammed a fist down on the table, breaking the two
from their argument. He pointed at both of them directing
them to sit down. Cutting stern looks between the two, Renon
sat back regaining his composure.
"So Tofu and Kasumi are still at large. Mousse?"
Now it was Suin-Tan's turn to shy away. "Um, still
searching for him."
"I see. I heard your `report' on Cologne. Has her
death been verified?"
"Not as of yet, Doctor Marcus," replied Suin-Tan. "Our
last report indicated that Mousse was on the scene when the
bomb went off. Our agents went after him, but were
unsuccessful. By the time they returned, the police cordoned
off the area."
Marcus let out a hum, thinking a moment. "We must check
on this, Suin-Tan," he finally said.
"She could not have survived such a blast, Doctor
Marcus," replied Suin-Tan.
"Never underestimate this group of people. I did, and
look where I'm at now."
Suin-Tan and Yamaguchi traded looks, nodding in unison.
"Now then," continued Marcus. "Nabiki Tendo?"
"Taken into custody this afternoon," answered Itchioni.
"Excellent. Tsubasa Kurenai, and Hikaru Gosunkugi?"
"Still waiting word on Gosunkugi. Huuchu-So and Bien-So
tell me Kurenai was not there when they went to get Kuonji."
"I see. And where are the vaunted Zuchen brothers?"
"The twins are downstairs securing Kuonji," replied Suin-
Tan. "Rei has yet to check in."
Just then the door opened, Yun-Fong entering the room.
"Well, you've finally returned, Marcus," he said taking a
seat at the table.
"Ah, Yun. I see you are in high spirits. I take it
Happosai is yours?"
Yun-Fong chuckled evilly. "I just finished his
imprisonment. I cannot wait to start tormenting him."
"I trust it will be interesting. I might just sit in on
that," commented Renon. He arched a brow. "What about the
toxin I asked you to prepare?"
"Don't worry, Marcus. It will be ready by the time you
need it."
The door opened again. Sapparo stepped aside allowing
Rei Zuchen past. The man held a stunned lost look on his
face as he walked in. Marcus watched him close as he took a
chair and sat staring silently out into space. He looked
over to Yamaguchi, but his henchman shrugged just as confused
as him.
"Rei," called Marcus.
Rei blinked. "It was an excellent fight," he said.
"Hibiki?" asked Itchioni
Rei looked slowly over at them. "An excellent fighter.
One I shall rate high on my list of opponents."
"So he is not dead?" said Marcus with some annoyance.
Rei blinked again, trying to regain some of his wits.
"No, he should be expiring here shortly."
"But you're not sure he will be?"
A sigh emanated from Rei. He shook his head then
continued. "There was this... pig--,"
"A pig?" said Suin-Tan.
Rei spread his arms wide. "This enormous...
monstrous... pig came barreling out of nowhere."
"Rei, you are not making any sense here," snapped Renon.
"Are you telling me some pig prevented you from killing Ryoga
Hibiki?"
Rei nodded. "One minute I'm standing over him ready to
bash out his brains, then this loud cry, and the next thing I
know I'm sailing over a fence."
Marcus narrowed an eye at Rei. "So what happened to the
pig after that?" he asked.
"I don't know. From what remained of your people; a
young woman threw Hibiki over it's back and they all rode
off."
"And Hibiki is now loose on the streets too!" exclaimed
Itchioni.
Yun-Fong laughed derisively at Rei. "You youngsters are
such great entertainment," he managed to say amidst his
laughs. "A pig... unbelievable!"
"It happened," snarled Rei.
"Let's not bicker amongst ourselves," said Renon cutting
off the impending argument.
This turn of events bothered Marcus. Having Tofu and
Kasumi on the street unlocated foretold impending trouble to
him. Hibiki, as well as Mousse, spelled disaster if they
managed to reach the authorities. Things were not looking
good to him.
"Gentlemen," he began. "Although we have achieved some
of our objectives, we still have left large holes which must
be filled immediately."
"Well I would not worry about Hibiki," said Rei. "We
did manage to poison him before he escaped."
Marcus narrowed his eyes at him. "He is not dead until
we have positive proof, Rei."
Rei drew back, casting wary glances at him. Renon
continued.
"Sapparo, detail more of your teams out as necessary to
cover Nerima and the surrounding areas. I want Kasumi Tendo.
I want Ono Tofu, Ryoga Hibiki, Hikaru Gosunkugi, Tsubasa
Kurenai, and Mousse hunted down. If all we have worked for
is to stay in place, this must happen and soon. Am I clear
on this?"
The men around the table acknowledge his words. Marcus
relaxed, allowing his tensions to ease. "Let us rest for the
evening. Tomorrow will be a busy day."
"You may rest, Doctor Marcus," said Suin-Tan getting up
out of his chair. "I have something to take care of."
Renon laughed. "Do be gentle with her, Suin-Tan," he
said.
As the big man departed, Rei stood up. "I think I will
take your advice, Doctor," he said. "Ukyo is not going
anywhere."
"Rest easy, Rei," Marcus called after him.
Once they were alone, Renon turned to Yamaguchi.
"Itchi, Rei's comment about a young woman has intrigued me.
Check our sources. See if Hibiki has another love interest
we are not aware of. If so, please see to it that she is
`accounted for' appropriately."
"Yes, Doctor Marcus," replied Itchioni, getting up to
start his task.
Yun-Fong drew his cigarette holder, lighting up. He
eyed Renon, drawing in several puffs.
"You have a question, Fong?" asked Renon, sensing his
mood.
"Your methods of revenge, Renon Marcus. They are not
very orthodox."
Marcus paused. He cut his eyes over at the sage, then
slowly nodded. "Yes. Still did not stop you from joining up
with me," he answered. Renon leaned back, eyeing him. "Are
you harboring second thoughts, Yun-Fong?"
"No, Renon Marcus," he replied. "Call it bad habits.
Remember, I used to enforce the law at one time. Hard to
shake those feelings."
"Understandable, Fong," said Marcus, but held back his
concern for the old man's choice of words.
"You have overlooked one thing, or should I say several
things," continued Fong.
"I have?"
"The Kunos,"
Marcus gazed thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "Ah yes,
the Kuno Clan. Must not forget about them."
"Ms. Nari has not checked in yet."
Taking a quick glance at his watch, Marcus made a few
calculations in his head. "No, they had quite a ways to
travel, Fong. She should be just about ready to conduct her
part of the plan."
He paused, seeing the doubtful look reflecting on Fong's
face. Marcus took another glance down at his watch.
"Maybe I should call and see how she is doing."

* * * * *

A Scenic viewpoint overlooking
Lake Biwa-ko,
40 km NE of Kyoto;

A light breeze filtered through the trees of the
surrounding forest overlooking Lake Biwa-ko, Tatewaki Kuno
pulling in the sweet scent of pine enjoying the aroma.
Behind him his sister; Kodachi Kuno, and their
manservant/bodyguard; Sasuke, stood in the center of the
large viewpoint peering through the telescopes at the valley
below.
Tatewaki took a look at his watch noting the time. It
was over an hour, and still no sign of the people they had
come to meet with. A lucrative business deal with Diamio
Computers; one of the largest electronic producers in Kyoto,
he was very surprised when Kodachi burst into the family den
announcing the deal. Quite sudden, but nevertheless after a
few calls, proven to be factual.
To be kept waiting like this was an insult, and he did
not understand why anyone would want to meet in such a remote
place as this. Saving face? Possibly, but he felt
apprehensive about the whole thing, a feeling that would not
go away.
Turning, Tatewaki rejoined his companions.
"Kodachi, are you sure this is the spot we were supposed
to meet at?" he asked.
Kodachi continued peering through the telescope, letting
out one of her short, evil chuckles.
"Brother, dear. For once have faith in your little
sister, hmm?"
"Kodachi, I am amazed by the luck you have managed to
stumble on," countered Tatewaki. "However; arranging a
meeting of such importance as this in such bleak surroundings
is not normal... at least for somebody professional like me."
Kodachi drew back, casting a confused look at her
brother. "What do you mean by that, Tachi?"
"This would fit your demented attitude quite well, I
must say. Tell me, was it you who suggested such
surroundings?"
"What--, Tachi! How can you think such things?"
"It's quite easy really."
Starting, Kodachi gaped at him in astonishment. "You
give me no credit, Tatewaki Kuno! I've done everything by
business ethics. I drove a hard bargain, I insisted on
complete records transfers, and I even broke my own dress
code and put on this business suit."
Tatewaki looked over her attire. "Yes, it is quite a
change. Nabiki though would have wore dark gray instead of
black."
The mere mention of Nabiki Tendo only increased the heat
boiling her blood. Never one to be out done, Kodachi
regarded Nabiki's `interference' with Kuno Industry affairs
demeaning. Bad enough the woman was after her brothers share
of the business, to be compared with her only rankled
Kodachi's nerves.
"That trollop does not hold a candle to what I can do!"
she snapped sharply.
"Watch what you say about Nabiki, sister dear," replied
Tatewaki. "She has become quite an asset to me."
"And I wonder in what form," replied Kodachi turning
briskly away.
Tatewaki held back his anger, letting out a frustrated
growl behind tight lips. He ignored Kodachi's insults,
refocusing on the reason why they were there.
"Kodachi, do you have the appropriate papers so we can
conclude this deal with no delay?"
"Yes, brother," replied Kodachi. She reached into her
inner jacket pocket. "I have all the... paper work...
right... here?"
Tatewaki smirked. "From the sound of your words, I
think not."
Kodachi ignored him. She unbuttoned her jacket
frantically patting her body trying to find the bundle of
papers needed.
"I, I thought I had them right here," she said.
"You thought. Humph, Nabiki would not have lost them."
Kodachi let out a frustrated cry, rounding on him. "I
am not going to stand here and be insulted by you!"
"Careful, you might stretch those wrinkles around your
eyes into permanent features," teased Tatewaki.
Kodachi drew in a breath, shaking hard. She stepped
back.
"Sasuke!"
Sasuke scurried over. "Yes, Mistress Kodachi.
"Go to the car and bring back those papers at once!"
Sasuke bowed turning to hurry off. The Ninja manservant
made only a few steps, then stopped. Tatewaki noticed the
strange expression on his face.
"Sasuke?" he called.
Sasuke did not answer. Suddenly he was taking hurried
steps back towards them. A stream of arrows imbedded
themselves into the ground where he had stood, startling them
all.
"Hmm," sounded Tatewaki calmly. "Seems we have guest."
His eyes traced the flight path of the arrows straight
up into the top branches of the trees across the clearing. A
laugh cut the air.
"So, I see the Kunos have come for their final moments
on this earth," called a woman's voice.
The leaves of the branches rustled, then a blurred
figure leaped down to land in front of the three. Asaiko
Nari stood dressed in black ninja attire, a bright red scarf
tied loosely around her neck. In her hand she held a
fighting staff, a bow and quiver slung over her back. She
laughed again, running a pinky finger along one of her thin
brows. Kodachi let out a light gasp.
"So, Kodachi Kuno. Finally we meet again."
Tatewaki frowned, not recognizing the woman. "You know
my sister?" he asked.
"Why Tatewaki, you of all people to ask such silly
questions."
Kodachi tugged frantically on his sleeve. "Brother
dear, it's Asaiko Nari. You remember, the girl I took the
Osaka Gymnastics trophy from a few year back."
Tatewaki thought back a moment. "Oh yes, I remember
now. A fine match it was too."
"Until your conniving sister cheated me out of what was
rightfully mine," snarled Asaiko.
"My, my, fancy meeting you here. I don't think playing
with my man like you did was very nice though," continued
Tatewaki.
Asaiko laughed. "I was trying to kill him," she
replied.
"Kill Sasuke? What for?"
"You idiot, I'm here for revenge!" shouted Asaiko.
Tatewaki paused. Looking back at Kodachi, then over to
Nari several times, he let out a light hum. "Come, Sasuke."
Tatewaki placed an arm around Sasuke's shoulders,
guiding his manservant away. Asaiko frowned.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"Over here," he replied. "If you want my sister, you
may have her."
"Dhuh?" stammered Asaiko.
"What!" cried Kodachi spinning around to face her
brother.
"Yes, I approve. I do not put it past your demented
persona to cheat, Kodachi. Miss Nari here has every right to
seek revenge."
"Tachi!" Kodachi rushed over to her brother. "You are
not siding with this woman, are you?"
"I believe her words," he replied.
Kodachi stood stunned.
"Uh, Master Kuno," Sasuke began, only to have Tatewaki
cut him off with a wave of a hand.
Gently, Tatewaki turned her around, guiding his sister
back out into the center of the clearing.
"Proceed, Miss Nari," he said returning to his spot on
the side.
Asaiko stared at them, unable to believe what she just
heard. She chuckled, then broke out into a strange laugh.
"Did I say something funny?" asked Tatewaki.
"Oh, Tatewaki. If this were a different situation, I
would take you up on your offer. Alas, it is not to be."
She snapped her fingers, and out of the surrounding
brush and trees, an army of ninja assasins stepped into view.
"Uh, Master Kuno, like I tried to say, she is not
alone," finished Sasuke.
"Be just a bit more forceful with information like that,
Sasuke," replied Tatewaki.
"It's a package deal, Tatewaki Kuno. I have to
eliminate you all," said Asaiko.
"I see," said Tatewaki. His eyes cut around at the
ninjas. "This is a trap."
Asaiko shrugged. "Sorry."
The tallest of the ninjas stepped up behind her.
"Miska," she said to him. "Kill those two, but make it swift
and painless." Asaiko pointed menacingly at Kodachi. "Leave
her to me," she finished.
The ninja named Miska motioned for his teams to move in
on Tatewaki and Sasuke. As they closed, Asaiko drew up her
staff and approached Kodachi.
"So... shall we begin?" she said.
Kodachi swallowed the lump in her throat as the woman
moved steadily upon her.

* * * * *

Ukyo's head throbbed painfully, her muscles cramped and
stiff while enduring the loud cries of anger from Shampoo
echoing off the walls of their prison cell. Still fettered
in the same position the Zuchen brothers originally put her
in, Ukyo lay on her side, a thick metal collar locked around
her neck. A short length of chain snaked down from the wall
holding her head up at an odd angle. Shampoo's wails
increased and Ukyo finally had enough. She took in a haggard
breath squirming slightly around.
"Shampoo, please! (Gulp) I don't know what's worse
(gulp). Our situation or (gulp) your screaming!"
At the far end of the room, Shampoo hung upright in the
air by four thick heavy duty chains locked around each wrist
and ankle. She jerked and tugged against them violently,
beads of sweat running down her brow, but they remaind fast
dispite her strength. Ukyo's words calmed her down. She
sagged, then began crying.
"This... this all big nightmare. Shampoo not believe
this happening," Ukyo heard her say amidst her sobs.
Inching closer to the wall, Ukyo managed to reduce some
of the tension on her neck.
"Hang on, Shampoo," she said. "We'll get out of this
(gulp), and when we do Marcus will pay... for everything he's
done."
Shampoo slowly looked up. "Ukyo, who going to help us?
Who know where we at? Mousse dead, I not know if Great
Grandma okay, and, and--,"
"Don't lose it on me, Shampoo!" Ukyo shouted. The
Chinese girl calmed down again. "We'll get out of this."
"But, Ukyo--,"
"We'll get out of this."
A loud clack sounded from the door as the locks were
undone. It opened, Suin-Tan stepping inside. The two women
placed hateful stares on him.
Suin stopped briefly, looking down at Ukyo. "Good
evening," he said to her then moved on towards Shampoo. Just
short of arms reach she suddenly lunged at him. Suin paused.
"Shampoo," he said.
"Suin-Tan! You let us go!" raged Shampoo.
A hurt look covered Suin-Tan's face. "Now Shampoo, you
know I cannot do that," he said. "And as for your friend, I
have no control over her fate."
Shampoo let out a cry. "Why you do this to Shampoo?
Why you not man enough to challenge me in fair fight!"
"Fight?" questioned Suin-Tan. "I don't want to fight
you, Shampoo." He moved up closer to her, love-struck stars
in his eyes. "Can't you see how much I love you, how much I
want to care for you?"
"Love like this (gulp) would endear even the hardest
heart," Ukyo commented dryly.
Suin-Tan turned slightly back. "Nobody asked you, Miss
Kuonji," he said.
Gently, he reached up caressing the side of Shampoo's
cheek. She jerked her head back, looking away. "Shampoo,"
said Suin-Tan, but she did not respond.
"Shampoo, how can I prove to you that my heart is
sincere?"
Shampoo's angry glare locked on him. "Free us!" she
shouted.
Suin-Tan put a strained look on his face, then hung his
head. "You, you know I cannot do that."
"Then you lie."
"No!" he sharply said looking back up. He moved closer.
"I will possess you, Shampoo. You will be begging me for my
affections."
Shampoo grit her teeth, growling at him. She suddenly
spit into his eye driving Suin-Tan back in surprise.
"You never have Shampoo, Suin-Tan!" she raged as he
wiped the offensive goo from his face. "Never!"
Suin-Tan snarled, lashing out backhanding Shampoo
sharply across the chin with a loud slap. She shuddered,
slumping like a lifeless puppet in her chains. Taking a
handful of her hair, Suin-Tan jerked her head back.
"That was not called for," he said.
"You will not have me... Suin-Tan," Shampoo weakly
replied.
Suin let her go, stepping back. "We will see in the
morning."
Kissing his fingers, Suin-Tan placed them against
Shampoo's lips. He smiled, turning away for the door. "Rest
well, Shampoo. You too, Miss Kuonji. You will need it."
The door closed, leaving the two women to fearfully
ponder what lay in store for them.

* * * * *

He was dying, Akari knew for sure.
She stared down at Ryoga's immobile form lying in her
bed. His skin was ghostly pale, breaths dangerously shallow
and irregular. At the moment the only thing she could think
to do was place a hot compress against his forehead and hope
somehow, someway Ryoga would be strong enough to overcome the
sickness.
The last thing Ryoga managed to say as Katsunishiki
dragged him into the house was not to tell anyone where they
were. Obviously it had something to do with those men trying
to kill him; who they were and why remaining to be explained.
Akari leaned close, turning an ear to his mouth. He
drew in a low hoarse breath, the only indication that Ryoga
was still alive. Tears built in her eyes as she drew back.
Katsunishiki, seated at the foot of the futon, sensed her
despair. He let out a grunt, concerned for Akari's well-
being.
"Oh Katsuni," she said sobbing freely. Gently, the Sumo-
pig nudged her lightly with his snout. Akari hugged him,
burying her face into the side of the pigs massive hide.
"Katsuni, what can I do? Ryoga... Ryoga's dying and I
don't know how to help him!"
She drew back, looking back down at Ryoga. The thought
of calling a doctor entered her mind once again. He was
dying, and he needed better treatment than what she could
give him.
Quickly, Akari got up and ran for the phone. She placed
her hand on the receiver and started to lift it up, when
Ryoga's weak words returned. Thinking, she realized that
there might be a chance that his attackers would still be
looking for him. If so, and from the intensity of the fight
she saw, they were hell bent on his demise and could be
searching the area for any remote sign that could clue them
in on Ryoga's whereabouts. An ambulance would certainly draw
unwanted attention.
But if she could get a doctor to come here.
Akari grabbed her address book, rummaging through it
until she found Ono Tofu's number. He was probably the only
doctor she knew would come down in person to help Ryoga. She
punched in the number, anxiously listening as the phone rang.
[Hello?] said a strange voice.
Akari frowned. [Doctor Tofu?] she replied.
[Uh... Doctor Tofu is, ah... not in at the moment. May
I help you?]
[Who is this?]
[I'm ah, um, an... an assistant of the doctors--,]
Click!
Akari hung up. She stepped away from the phone staring
fearfully at it. Doctor Tofu has no assistants, she thought.
What the hell is going on here?
Trouble in Nerima loomed large, Akari sensing that
Ryoga's attack might not have been the only one. If Doctor
Tofu is involved, that meant Ranma, Akane, and the rest of
her friends might be as well.
Urgent grunts returned Akari's mind back to Ryoga's
condition. She rushed back into the bedroom. "What's wrong,
Katsuni?" asked Akari kneeling down beside the futon.
Katsunishiki nudged one of Ryoga's hands. Taking
Ryoga's right hand in hers, Akari felt the cold clamminess
creeping through his palms. His circulation was beginning to
fail, a strong indication that not much time remained.
"Ryoga, Ryoga, don't you die on me!" shouted Akari. Her
tears returned, streaming down her cheeks. "I, I don't know
what to do; something's gone wrong around town. I'm not a
doctor. If only you were a pig, then maybe I could--,"
Akari's own words stopped her. Surprise followed by
realization crossed her face. She was up in a flash,
charging down the hallway towards the kitchen. Katsunishiki
wondered what she was doing, then Akari reappeared holding a
glass of water in her hand.
"Ryoga, darling. I should have thought of this sooner,"
she said holding it over him.
Akari paused, reflecting on Ryoga's features one last
time, then tilted the glass.

* * * * *

The tight fitting cuffs around Akane's wrist hurt as she
moved her hands to keep the blood flowing through them.
Seated in a high-backed chair in Marcus's grand dining room,
Akane awaited his appearance under the watchful eye of four
guards. Standing around her to ensure she did not try to
escape, the guards; three men and a woman, each held
automatic weapons on her. Armed to the teeth, they obviously
knew about Akane's fighting skills and were taking no
chances.
The door opened, Renon Marcus walking in dressed in dark
blue pajamas and matching silk robe. Akane jerked against
the chains holding her bound to the chair and he stopped.
"Still angry with me?" he said sarcastically.
Akane glared at him. "You bastard! Let me go!"
"And spoil all of the fun we are about to have together,
Akane? You do not want to do that now do you?"
She drew back in the chair. "I'll die first before you
get me, Marcus," she snarled, fearing the worst.
Renon's brows arched high. He gave himself a quick once
over, then started laughing. "You have high hopes, Akane,"
he said taking a seat across the table from her. "I am not
going to rape you."
At least the threat was gone for now, thought Akane, but
what did this madman have planned for her?
A long moment passed, Marcus staring at Akane with a
playful sparkle in his eyes. She finally looked away out the
window behind him. Dusk was setting in echoing the mood she
felt at the moment.
"Akane," called Renon drawing her attention back to him.
"I have waited a long time for us to get together. If I am
not mistaken, you were a very big contributor to my first
failure, something that has hurt my position a great deal."
Akane remained silent, her hateful stare locked hotly on
him.
Getting up, Renon signaled to the guard standing to the
left behind her. He nodded, heading for a panel on the far
wall.
"Undo her bindings," ordered Marcus.
That surprised Akane. As two of the guards undid the
manacles, the female released the safety of her gun.
"Stand up, Akane," instructed Marcus. Akane jerked, and
the clack of rounds chambering cut the air. She quickly
paused.
"Ah, slowly, Akane," finished Marcus.
Akane slowly stood up, rubbing the numbness from her
wrist. The chair was pulled away and the three guards took
up safe positions around her once more.
"So, I guess I'm going to be shot now," she said.
"Hardly," replied Renon. He came around to sit on the
edge of the table top. "I want you, Akane Tendo. I want you
alive."
He pointed to the guard manning the wall panel. There
came a light hum, then from the darkness of the roof overhead
an extremely large birdcage descended settling to the floor.
Gold in color, it had all the familiar accessories inside.
Akane frowned, finally turning back to Marcus.
"Your new home," he said with a smile.
"My new what!"
"Home, Akane. You see I don't want you dead, oh no.
You have more value to me alive. Consider yourself one of my
prized... `pets'?"
"I am not a pet, Marcus!" snarled Akane.
She took a step towards him, only to see the guards
around her inch closer with weapons at the ready. Akane
stopped, eyeing them.
"Smart move, girl," commented Renon.
"If you think I'm going to climb into that, that thing
Renon Marcus, you are sadly mistaken!"
Renon laughed again. "I just love that resistance.
Such a credible trait you Tendo women possess." His laughs
subsided, Marcus placing a stern look on her. "However, you
will get inside. Voluntarily; which is what I suggest you
do, or involuntarily; in which case my guards here will wound
you, treat you, then throw you inside. Now don't you think
cooperating is much easier, hmm?"
Akane remained silent, glaring angrily at the cage
again.
"Akane," Marcus called again bringing her back around.
"I asked you a question," he finished in a threatening tone.
Akane thought before reluctantly nodding in agreement.
"Excellent," said Marcus cheerfully. "Now there is just
one more thing I need you to do for me."
"What's that?"
"Strip."
"WHAT!" cried Akane.
"I want you to take off all your clothes."
"I Will NOT!" shouted Akane. She crossed her arms
protectively across her chest.
Marcus looked perplexed. He gazed down at the floor,
repeating her words silently to himself, then looked at her
again. Renon took a few steps towards Akane. His eyes
narrowed menacingly.
"I am going to say this but one more time, Akane Tendo,"
he said. "If you tell me no again, your clothes will be
ripped from your body. I will then allow my people to have
their way with you before placing you in that cage."
Akane's eyes cut around at the leering looks she was
receiving from the four guards. The female guard ran her
tongue across her teeth winking lightly, sending a chilling
shudder through Akane.
Marcus moved closer, the corners of his mouth curling
down in a dark sneer. "Now, take off those clothes," he
ordered her again.
The fear in Akane took hold of her. She reached up,
shaking hands fumbling with the buttons on her blouse as she
began to undress.
Satisfied, Renon went over to a cabinet while she did.
He opened one of the bottom drawers and reached inside.
"Akane, I am not the total barbarian you think I am," he
said walking back over. In his hands he held a long, gold
colored robe inlaid with what Akane could make out as
feathers like that of a sparrowkeet. He opened it up,
draping the robe about her shoulders.
"There, that should help you feel more comfortable while
you undress," he finished.
It did make Akane feel a bit more secure. She finished
removing her clothes and underwear, shrugging her arms into
the sleeves of the robe. Tying the belt tight around her
waist, Akane watched in helpless anger as Renon went over to
the cage. He unlocked the door with a key looped around his
neck.
"Akane," he said pulling the door open.
Cold twinges of despair flowed through Akane as she
stepped inside the cage. The loud clang of the door being
shut, hearing the lock snap in place finally brought tears
from her. She sank down to her knees and covered her face
sobbing uncontrollably into her hands.
Marcus watched her for a moment, reflecting on the once
defiant woman, then in triumph smiled.
"Goodnight, Akane," said Marcus as the cage rose back up
into the air.

* * * * *

Nabiki huddled in the corner of her small confining
prison cell, sick to her stomach at her situation. She'd
never though she would ever have the opportunity to see the
inside of one, but here she was cold and alone with no end in
sight.
She pulled her knees up close to her chest, drawing the
blanket around her shoulders tight trying to get comfortable
in this hellhole. How could anyone arrest her, Nabiki's mind
played over and over again. Damn Marcus! If there were only
a way to prove his existence to the police.
The aloft posture Nabiki usually held drifted away
behind the sudden realization that she could be very well be
looking at her final days alive. All the charges brought
against her would hold up in any court, and as far as this
mysterious video tape that suddenly appeared in police hands
went, the case would be cut and dry.
Nabiki sighed, resting her head against her knees. "Why
me?" she muttered sadly.
The locks of her cell door clicked and she looked up as
it opened. Standing at the threshold stood a slim young man
dress in a dark blue pinstriped suit holding a briefcase in
his hand. His black hair was neatly groomed, slightly
rounded face with boyish brown eyes enhancing his handsome
features. Slowly, he looked around the cell then stepped
inside.
"Miss Tendo?" he said as the door shut behind him.
Nabiki nodded, and he reached into a pocket handing her a
card.
"Tosa Kurisawa?" she read, gazing back up at him.
"I am your defense lawyer," replied Kurisawa. By the
tone of his reply, Nabiki sensed he was not pleased with his
task.
Taking the small pillow from the mat on the floor, Tosa
sat down. He opened his briefcase and began rummaging
through the papers inside. "Your case is not very sound,
Miss Tendo," he said after a moment.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know already."
Tosa paused, arching a brow at her. "Please, no jokes.
Okay?"
Nabiki smirked but held back her comments.
Pulling out a folder, Kurisawa set the briefcase aside.
"So, you want to tell me anything else not in your
confession?" he asked.
"Do I have to say this again? I did not confess
anything! Why is everybody saying that?"
Tosa opened the folder. He skimmed over the pages
inside, then shook his head. "Just at a glance, Nabiki, this
reads pretty much like one."
Nabiki hung her head again. "It's not, damn it.
Everything I said is the truth. I'm innocent!"
"Not by reading this you aren't," replied Tosa. "We can-
-,"
"Why are you here?" Nabiki asked sharply looking back
up.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Why are you here? Obviously this is not
sitting too well with you, and your comments are certainly
not reassuring."
Pondering the question for a moment, Tosa finally
nodded. "You're right, Miss Tendo. This does not sit well
with me. This case is poison, your situation hopeless.
Nevertheless, I am here to try and help."
"Why, why would you do this?"
Kurisawa briefly glanced up from the document he was
reading. "Let's say I'm doing it as a favor," he answered.
Snapping the folder shut, Tosa regarded Nabiki for a moment.
"Miss Tendo, we do not have a lot of time. If I am to
help you, then I must know everything, either it be fact or
fiction."
"I've told you and the police everything," countered
Nabiki. She sighed, resting her head against her knees
again. "Why won't anybody believe me!"
Opening the folder again, Tosa continued scanning over
the information. He read then reread Nabiki's detailed
description of the night in the Imperial Garden, checking for
anything that might give him some edge in the case.
"Nabiki, I'm going to see if the Police will allow me
access to any additional evidence," he said.
"You mean there is more?" asked Nabiki.
"From what I gather, yes. Also, I've got to try and get
in touch with Tatewaki and Kodachi Kuno. Their testimonies
might just be benificial to our case."
Nabiki scratched the side of her head in confusion.
"Just them? What about my sister Akane, Ranma Saotome, Ukyo
Kuonji--,"
Kurisawa held up a hand. "They have been implicated in
this conspiracy. If you have not realized by now, you Nabiki
Tendo are also standing trial for them too."
"What?"
He nodded. "None of them have been found, and since
your trial is tomorrow afternoon, you will--,"
Nabiki was on her hands and knees before Tosa could
finish; staring incredulously at him. Her stupefied
expression remained fixed, eyes wide with mouth agape.
"Tomorrow? I'm going on trial... Tomorrow!" she finally
managed to say.
"Why yes," replied Tosa. "You did not know this?"
"No I did not know this!" answered Nabiki. "Why, why so
soon?"
"The edict came down from the Prime Minister this
afternoon. You are to be tried before the entire Diet, the
Prime Minister, and the Emperor himself. A prestigious court
if I may say so."
Nabiki sat back down staring lost out into space. This
whole nightmare continued to build and she felt helpless,
unable to stop the avalanche cascading down on her head. It
all seemed hopeless.
"Mister Kurisawa," she said weakly. "Do you,... do you
think I have a chance?"
Kurisawa paused. He glanced back down at the folder
briefly, then thought a minute longer. Nabiki looked at him
awaiting his answer.
"No, Nabiki. I don't think you stand a chance at all,"
he finally said.

* * * * *

The forest was filled with the sounds of deadly combat,
Asaiko Nari's ninja assassins attacking the Kuno party with
relentless fury.
Tatewaki and Sasuke fought like men possessed, beating
back the ninjas trying to end their lives. It was a strong
credit to Sasuke's undying devotion and skill that Tatewaki
remained alive and unhurt, covering his back as the battle
raged. Armed with his ever present sai, Sasuke deflected
blades, chains, and shurikens, keeping pace behind Tatewaki.
"Master Kuno, I trust you fare well," said Sasuke,
parrying a pair of swipes cutting down on him.
Tatewaki held a struggling Ninja in a tight headlock
under one arm, bashing his face mercilessly with his fist.
Smoothly, he levered the dazed man up in the air before him,
hearing the dull thunk of several arrows imbedding themselves
into the ninja's chest. Tatewaki grinned as he tossed the
limp body aside.
"I am doing quite well, Sasuke," he replied, jumping
back from the deadly arch of a sword. "However, I could use
a weapon."
"Lance or sword, Master Kuno?"
"A sword will do, Sasuke."
"One sword it is, Master Kuno."
Sasuke leaped suddenly through the air, pouncing down on
a charging group of ninjas. His sai flashed, the slim blades
clattering loud against the cold steel blades in their hands.
He disarmed several of them, kicking one of the assassins
over the crest of the overlook, hooking the guard of his
weapon around the handle of the ninja's sword.
"Here, Master Kuno!" called Sasuke, tossing it over his
shoulder.
The samurai sword flew end over end through the air.
Tatewaki hardly paused from his battle, sensing the weapons
approach. He snatched it out of the air, drawing it around
to block a blow directed at his back.
"And now, you misguided fools, you will feel the wrath
of `Blue Thunder'!"
The ninjas around him paused briefly, trading confused
looks. They suddenly burst into laughter that dind not last
long as Tatewaki slashed out.
Three of the ninjas dropped to the ground startling
their companions. It was Tatewaki's turn to laugh now.
"So, shall we continue our little dance, hmm?" he said.
A cry of anger rose up as the ninjas resumed their attacks on
him.
Meanwhile, away from the ongoing battle, Kodachi and
Asaiko were locked in deadly combat. Surrounded by a ring of
ninjas, the two women wrestled for control of Nari's fighting
staff. They stood eye to eye, bodies pressed close together
with hateful scowls on their faces.
"I've waited a long time to kill you, Kodachi Kuno,"
Asaiko snarled venomously amidst her grunts. "You will
suffer greatly for everything you have done to me!"
"I've done nothing to, to you, Asaiko," replied Kodachi.
"Lying bitch!" snapped Asaiko.
She jerked, pulling Kodachi off balance, launching a
kick that caught her in the stomach. Kodachi gasped as she
was propelled back to the ground. She rolled to a stop at
the feet of the ninja assassins around her, staring up at the
blades poised ready to strike.
"NO!" shouted Asaiko, and the ninjas drew back. Her
staff twirled; Nari steadily closing the distance between
them.
"You humiliated me, Kodachi," she continued bringing the
end sharply up, catching Kodachi beneath the chin.
"Embarrassed me before family and friends. Discredited me.
Forced me into a life of unending shame. Done nothing to me?
Oh you will rue those words, Kodachi Kuno!"
Kodachi barely heard Asaiko, desperately scrambling
across the ground trying to avoid the vicious blows raining
down on her back and sides. Slamming painfully against the
trunk of a tree, Kodachi managed to stand. She faced Asaiko,
eyes cutting from side to side looking for a way to escape.
There appeared to be none, the ninjas forming a deadly
gauntlet to either side. Her only way out lay directly
ahead. Much to Asaiko's surprise, Kodachi started laughing;
her evil chuckle cutting the air.
"You find this funny?" questioned Asaiko.
Kodachi licked away the blood running from her split
bottom lip, the coppery taste sending a rush though her body.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo... prepare yourself, Asaiko.
I'm about to demean you once again," said Kodachi with a dark
leer.
Asaiko held up a hand, motioning her on. "This will
make killing you all that much more pleasurable, Kodachi,"
she replied.
Kodachi leaped through the air. Landing on her hands,
she backflipped barely dodging Asaiko's thrust. The skill
Kodachi possessed in gymnastics immediately took over, a
nimble spinning handstand and rapid kicks catching Nari full
in the face. She let out a yell of surprise as the blows
rocked her. Asaiko fell losing her weapon, but Kodachi was
not done yet.
Another flip sent the Kuno sibling somersaulting over
the heads of the ninjas before they could react. She landed
gracefully out in the open and bolted for her brother's side.
Asaiko angrily stood up.
"Get her!" she cried. The ninjas dashed off in pursuit.
Tatewaki was in the midst of heated swordplay when
Kodachi's cry caught his ears. Quickly driving back his
opponents, he turned around catching sight of her, the
assassins hot on her heels. The current number facing him
and Sasuke were barely being held at bay; Kodachi dragging
along this new group signaled disaster for the Kuno clan.
Unfortunately, as much as he would have liked too, he could
not leave his sister to their unscrupulous hands.
"Sasuke!" cried Tatewaki, charging out to assist his
sister. Their manservant immediately broke away and covered
Tatewaki's rear. The clatter of blades filled the air once
again, Kodachi barely dodging the deadly swipes launched at
her.
"Kodachi, find a weapon!" shouted Tatewaki over his
shoulder.
Kodachi looked around for any lying on the ground.
Suddenly, a ninja rushed for her wielding a shortened Chinese
halberd intending to slice her in two. At the last second,
Kodachi leaned low to one side. With her right foot she
kicked the weapon up into the air, then caught the ninja
across the throat. He gagged, body jerking back as both
weapon and assailant fell to the ground. Quickly, Kodachi
armed herself, bringing it up to parry a blow to her head.
By the time Asaiko arrived on the scene the ninjas had
formed a deadly ring around the three, keeping them contained
for the moment. She forced her way through to the front
ranks and leered menacingly at them.
"Well what do we have here?" she said smoothing a brow.
"Two fat rats and their stupid slave just ready for the
slaughter."
"Inaccurate observations will gain you nothing, Asaiko
Nari," replied Tatewaki. "We are still very much alive and
well, thank you."
"Not for long, Tatewaki. Numbers will eventually tell.
You can't avoid us forever."
She was right and Tatewaki knew it. Even if they did
manage to resist the first wave of attackers, the confined
space and sheer numbers would overpower them in short order.
"Tachi," Kodachi called to him. "What do we do now?"
Tatewaki's eyes cut around them, searching for a way out
of the trap. "Sasuke," he said realizing that they had only
one chance left. "We will need an escape plan."
"Right away, Master Kuno," replied Sasuke.
Asaiko snarled at them. "There is no escape for you.
Kill them!"
The ninjas let out a cry charging forward. Bright
flashes suddenly went off around them, Sasuke crying out,
"Kuno Escape Plan Three!"
Hearing this, Tatewaki and Kodachi shielded their eyes
as several more flashes lit the night.
"This way, Master Kuno!" called Sasuke. Their
manservant lunged bursting through the partially blinded
ninjas, clearing a small gap that the Kuno siblings quickly
charged through.
Asaiko cleared her eyes. She saw Kodachi fleeing over
the hillcrest and into the forest.
"Kodachi!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Rushing over to the edge, Asaiko peered out into the darkened
forest. "You cannot escape me. Do you hear? I will find
you. I will find all of you. You will all die painful
deaths!"
She let out a devious laugh, head tipped back towards
the sky as the Kunos disappeared into the darkness.

* * * * *

Konatsu's small studio apartment was just off the main
street of Nerima on the second floor of a bi-level complex,
twenty minutes walking distance from Ucchans. Precarious to
say the least, Ono Tofu thought it the perfect hideout. No
one would ever think to look for them so close to the scene
of the crime.
Modestly equipped, a table sat in the center of the
room, off in one corner lay a futon bed and low nightstand.
The kitchenette, stove and refrigerator were at the back of
the apartment; bathroom and closet off to the right. Beneath
the front window next to the door sat a small TV and stereo
set.
"Please, make yourselves at home in my humble abode,"
said Konatsu as they entered. "Unfortunately the
accommodations are not suited for such numbers as ours."
"It will be fine, Konatsu," replied Ono.
Konatsu pulled one of the lamps from the nightstand and
placed it on the table. The dim light provided just enough
for them to see each other without exposing their faces to
unwanted viewers outside. Konatsu pulled out several mats
from the closet, and the five sat silently pondering their
situation.
"I wonder how long it will be before Marcus' goons
finally figure out where we are," Hikaru said breaking the
silence.
"That hopefully will not ever happen," replied Tsubasa.
Gosunkugi shook his head. "We cannot stay cooped up in
here forever, Kurenai. They've seen Konatsu, and that means
we either act or else wait until Marcus makes an I.D. on him.
Then it will all just be a matter of time."
"Do you always have to be so pessimistic about
everything?" snapped Tsubasa.
Ono held up a hand. "Hikaru's observation is correct,
Tsubasa," he said, motioning for the man to settle down.
The silence returned, then Kasumi gently squeezed Ono's
arm. "Ono, do you think Marcus will find us?" she asked.
"Only if we allow him the time, Kasumi," he answered
her.
"If I were Marcus, or any of Marcus's people, I would
close up Ucchans, then search the office for clues," said
Konatsu.
"Undoubtedly Ukyo kept a list of her employees."
"Yep," said Tsubasa. "All locked up inside her safe
along with the payroll."
Ono let out a low hum, rubbing his chin in thought. If
Marcus's people discovered the records, he figured it would
take them but a few minutes to track down the adjoining
addressees.
"Konatsu, is your number listed?"
"Fortunately, no."
Good news, that would buy them some time.
"I'm going to estimate they will not find it for a few
days," he concluded.
"Why's that, doc?" asked Hikaru.
"No offense guys, but I don't think you two are high on
Marcus' hit list. Kasumi and I though are, and that means
he'll dedicate forces to search our homes and surrounding
areas first."
"None taken, Doctor Tofu," replied Hikaru. The smaller
I am, the better I feel."
That drew a laugh from them, easing tensions.
"So, doc. What can we do?" asked Tsubasa.
"I have no idea right now," replied Ono. "Best thing I
can think of is contacting the police."
"But they're after you, Ono," Kasumi reminded him.
"Yeah," he said. Her words sent Ono Tofu into deep
thought. "I still don't know what for though.
"Let's see if there is anything on the news," said
Konatsu noting the time.
Konatsu turned on the TV and they gathered around as the
late night news report appeared.
[It has been a busy day in the township of Nerima,]
began the newscaster. [The top story tonight is the arrest
of Nabiki Tendo this morning by Tokyo Police Anti-Terrorist
units at the Nerima Mall.]
Kasumi placed a fist to her mouth, biting nervously on
her knuckles to stifle her moans as the news hit her. Ono
pulled her close, listening as the newsman continued.
[Nabiki Tendo is charged with heading a ring of
terrorist based out of her father's dojo in central Nerima.
Police spokesman Ken Homa; the arresting officer has this to
say:]
The picture shifted to a shot of Tokyo Police
Headquarters. Detective Homa stood at the head of the steps
surrounded by a sea of reporters and cameramen.
[The terrorist Nabiki Tendo and her gang of cutthroats
have been conspiring to assassinate the Prime Minister and
the Emperor. Based on evidence found from a unsuccessful
attempt during the Trade Accords, warrants were issued
immediately for her and her terrorist accomplices.]
"Bullshit!" exclaimed Hikaru and Tsubasa together,
startling the others.
"We were the ones who stopped Marcus that night!"
shouted Gosunkugi.
"Yeah, we pounded his ass good too," added Kurenai.
"Where are they getting this information from?"
"That is a good question," replied Ono. He listened
closer as one of the reporters asked Homa another question.
[Detective Homa, who else is part of the `Tendo' gang,
and have they been arrested as well?] she asked.
[We know that the entire family is involved, plus their
`so-called' boarders, Genma and Ranma Saotome. Additionally,
Doctor Ono Tofu, Hikaru Gosunkugi, and Tsubasa Kurenai are
also linked to their activities.]
"Me?" said Ono drawing back shocked by the accusations.
[Is this a complete list, Detective Homa?] asked another
reporter.
[We are investigating some other names. The police will
issue a formal list along with pictures.]
The reporters burst out with more questions , but
Detective Homa declined to give any more answers. [And so
you have it. Tonight, several units of the Nerima police
will be out patrolling the streets looking for the remnants
of the `Tendo' terrorists.] continued the newscaster.
Kasumi let out a short huff. "I am not a terrorist,"
she declared, bristling with anger.
"Not in the eyes of the police, Kasumi," said Tsubasa.
Ono started to comment, when the next topic caught his
attention. [Around five thirty this afternoon, a large
explosion ripped through the Nekohatten Chinese diner. Three
people were killed, ten others wounded in the blast. Police
and fire units are still rummaging through the wreckage in
search of any more survivors.]
A stunned silence passed through the room. "Damn it,"
Tofu muttered. "Marcus has killed Cologne."
"I wonder if Mousse got there before the explosion,"
Hikaru said.
"Goodness, I hope not," said Kasumi.
Kurenai got up, pacing angrily around behind them.
"This thing is really out of hand," he said. "They don't
mention anything about the fight in Ukyo's restaurant,
nothing about what happened to Doctor Tofu and Kasumi in a
public movie theater no less. Has Marcus got that much
power?"
"Apparently he does," replied Ono.
"Then we're doomed," said Hikaru.
"No, not yet." Tofu rubbed his chin in deep thought.
He shook his head, pondering several things mentioned in the
news reports.
"That list is not right," he continued. "How did they
know about you and I, Hikaru?"
Hikaru shrugged, scratching the side of his head with no
answer. Tsubasa snapped his fingers, a bright expression on
his face.
"Yeah, yeah they should not have. Hikaru was in
Marcus's van, and you, Akane, Happosai, and Cologne crashed
the banquet."
"The police could not know unless--," Kasumi added.
"Unless the list is false," finished Tofu. "Question
now is who gave it to them."
"Finding that out will be next to impossible, Doctor
Tofu," said Konatsu.
Considering thing the way they were now, Ono agreed. He
arched a brow as a spark lit his mind. Slowly, a smile
formed, the good doctor cutting his eyes mischievously over
to Hikaru.
"Tokyo Police have an automated site do they not,
Hikaru?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah I believe they are now fully automated, doc."
Ono turned to him. "Hikaru, if we can get a connection,
do you think you can hack your way into their systems?"
Now it was Hikaru's turn to contemplate. "Well, if
their firewalls are not overly complicated, and their LAN
hooking up their Intranet is not monitored, I think I can.
It's going to be hard."
"Excellent. What will you need?"
"A computer for starters."
The first obstacle in his plans, Ono wondered where they
could find one in short time.
"We'll have to go back to my home and get mine," he
said.
"Ono, the police and Marcus's people will probably be
watching your office," said Kasumi fearing for his safety.
"Where else can we get one, Kasumi? Go out and buy one?
That would only draw attention if the wrong eyes spotted
anybody carrying one back here."
"I could try getting mine from my home," Hikaru
suggested.
"That would endanger the lives of your parents,
Gosunkugi," replied Konatsu. "They probably have not been
bothered with for fear of unwanted attention. You going
there will only expose them to Marcus's people."
"Not to mention they probably have their hands full now
that you've been tagged as a terrorist," added Kurenai. "The
reporters are no doubt swarming the place."
Gosunkugi gazed sadly at the floor, the worry about his
family weighing heavily upon his mind. "Doc, I can't do
anything to help you without equipment," he finally said.
"We'll get a computer, Hikaru," said Tofu. He looked at
his watch. "Let's all try to get some rest. Tomorrow will
be a busy day."
"If we last the whole day, it'll be a miracle,"
commented Tsubasa.
Tofu smiled. "Miracles have to start somewhere,
Tsubasa."

* * * * *

Silently, Happosai ran his hands around the smooth inner
surface of the clear glass bubble he was imprisoned in.
Suspended by two lengths of thick rope woven together around
the sphere, it hung in the center of a room under a
spotlight.
Happosai could make out the faint cryptic writing etched
in the glass. Ancient Chinese words and spells that
suppressed his powers preventing him from breaking out.
He sighed, sitting down cross-legged to concentrate and
save valuable energy. The door opened and Yun-Fong stepped
into the light.
"Happi, I see you're done trying to break my wards," he
said.
Happosai pressed up against the side. "Yun-Fong, you
demented bastard. Why, why have you sided with Marcus. I
thought you were an official of good?"
"Because of you, my ever eternal opponent." Yun-Fong
lit a cigarette. "It will be good to see you wither up and
die."
Happosai narrowed his eyes at the sage. "Fong, listen
to me. Marcus is only using you. He could care less about
your dreams and wants. Don't you see that this is just the
beginning!"
Yun-Fong let out a long puff, regarding him while
thinking. "What do you mean by that, Happi?" he asked.
"My death will satisfy him, but he will continue to keep
his grip tight around you. Soon you will be doing other
things that will--."
"Bah!" exclaimed Yun-Fong waving the notion off. "Once
I have finished with you, my relations with Marcus are over!"
Happosai chuckled. "You think," he curtly replied.
Yun-Fong turned away, hands clasped behind his back.
"Happi," he said as he headed for the door. "Your attempt to
confuse me has failed, and now it is time to begin extracting
all of that demented energy from your withered hide. Believe
me when I say, there will be cause for celebration once
you've finally turned into a mound of dust."
"What are you going to do, Yun-Fong?"
Yun-Fong disappeared into the surrounding darkness.
"Try not to scream to loud, Happi," his voice called for the
darkness. "People will be trying to sleep."
The door closed shut. Happosai glanced around again
then settled back down. He barely got set when lights
started flashing about the room. A holograph image of a
scantly clad woman appeared, her body gyrating to some
unheard tune. Another appeared, then another. Soon the
sphere was completely surrounded; Happosai quivering at the
sights.
"GIRLIES!" cried the demon-possessed sage. He leaped,
only to hit head first against the glass sides. Desperately,
Happosai padded and pawed his way around his prison. The
sphere wavered and bounced, but remained held fast.
"No, no, no!" stammered Happosai, eyes bulging from
their sockets.
Something light hit the side of the sphere, and Happosai
let out a gasp recognizing what it was. The familiar shape
of a bra slid down the side to the floor below, then another
pair of women's silky lace underwear fluttered up against the
side.
Happosai let out a cry, hands clawing for just a light
touch of the treasured items, but it was not to be. They
fell away and he collapsed, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Yun-Fong's dark laugh filled the air, and Happosai looked up.
"YUN-FOONNNNGGGG!" he cried.
His voice carried long into the night.
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* * * * *

Seated with his feet propped up on his desk, Lieutenant
Kira leafed through a file in his hands. He would only stop
briefly to take a drag from his cigarette, studying the
contents with keen interest.
All these years, he thought rubbing his chin smiling
lightly. I thought I'd never get a sniff of you again, but
here you are my friend. Wreaking havoc and other un-niceties
in my fair city. Only you've grown up a bit.
Sitting up, Oneda placed the file aside. He picked up
another one marked `Tendo' and opened it up.
"Renon Marcus," he said thinking. Reading over Nabiki's
description of the man, Kira made mental notes, shuffling
facts while developing conclusions and theories. A light tap
on the door sounded, Wanabe Tamigari peeking inside.
"Busy, lieutenant?" he asked.
Oneda waved for him to come in. Ken Homa walked in
behind his partner, shuffling the morning papers from a chair
as he sat down.
"So, boss. Not bad work from your children, eh?" said
Ken.
Lieutenant Kira gave him a wry look, humorously waving
his hands with a shrug.
"Aw come on, boss. This was a big bust we've made,"
continued Ken.
"Yes, but we've only made one arrest so far," Wanabe
interjected, reminding him of that fact.
"So? Its only a matter of time before we nail the rest
of Tendo's vicious--,"
Oneda suddenly spoke. "Did she resist?" he asked Ken.
He smirked, confused by the question. "No."
Lieutenant Kira leaned back in his chair. He gazed up
at the ceiling. "So she did not resist arrest. And you
arrested her in broad daylight in a shopping mall no less."
"Uh, yes?"
Kira looked back down at Homa. "Now don't you find it
odd that our `terrorist' did not try to escape?"
Ken frowned. "Well, it would have been useless. We had
her completely surrounded."
"At a shopping mall?"
Those facts brought Ken to a complete halt. Milling
around the situation for a moment, Ken suddenly eyed his
mentor. Slowly, he stood up.
"Boss, you're not telling me that you think this Tendo
bitch is innocent?"
"She has guilt written all over her," replied Lieutenant
Kira. "But, it's that form of guilt which has got me
thinking."
"You mean her story about being subverted by this Marcus
person," said Wanabe.
"Right," replied Oneda.
"I can't believe you're saying this," said Ken. "We've
checked out her story. This Marcus doesn't exist. Hell, his
name isn't even Japanese!"
"True." Oneda pondered a second. "Tamigari, how deep
have we researched this?"
Tamigari reached into his coat pocket pulling out a
pocket personal computer. Looking over several pages of
information on the screen, he called up a file on the current
investigation.
"We did a complete check through national archives,
including a search covering all practicing doctors, then
foreign doctors practicing in Japan."
"We drew blanks, boss," added Homa.
"Then it must be an alias," replied Lieutenant Kira. He
paused. "Or maybe purposely taken out of the archives."
"Tendo did say he might have been from mainland China,"
said Wanabe. "I could ask their police for a search matching
his description."
"Do that. Then look up background material on Ginsukou
Root for me."
Ken stared at the two in shock. "I don't believe it,"
he said. "Boss, how can you think this?"
"Think what, Ken?"
"Think that Tendo is innocent. We've seen the video,
we've got hard evidence locked up in the vault now. Nabiki
Tendo is guilty as sin!"
"My, my, such a vendetta we have against her," commented
Tamigari.
Oneda surprised him by snickering at his words. He
stood up, coming around to face his man. "Ken," he began,
placing firm hands on each shoulder. "One thing to learn
from this. Never assume any case closed until you've
exhausted all avenues and possibilities."
"But sir--."
Oneda raised a finger silencing his protest with a stern
look. Ken sighed, giving in to his superior's decisions.
"Now then," continued Lieutenant Kira. "Both of you
have plenty of work to do this morning. Wanabe, what time is
Miss Tendo's arraignment?"
"Two o'clock, sir."
"Take lunch early, gentlemen. I want us to get good
seats for that event."

* * * * *

The chill from the cold night ached in Mousse's bones,
muscles stiff as he awoke from his troubled sleep. From
beneath the pile of papers covering him in the dark recess of
an alley, he peeked out. All clear for the moment, Mousse
sat up. Sharp pain from the wound on his side made him wince
and he paused a second, allowing the stinging sensations to
subside.
I must look like shit, Mousse joked to himself. His
attempt of raising his spirits did not work, images of that
dreadful explosion returning.
"Cologne dead," thought Mousse. "What do I do now?"
Searching for Ranma was the first thing he did after
evading Marcus's people. When he arrived near the vicinity
of the Tendo Dojo though, police were swarming over the
place. Not knowing who could be working for Marcus, he lay
low for the rest of the night; sneaking down to Ucchans.
There, it was the same situation, and Mousse realized then
that Marcus somehow must have struck everyone hard.
"He outfoxed us," said Mousse. "Now I'm running from
who knows how many people, most of my friends are gone,
Shampoo captured. I just don't know where to begin!"
The stinging pain returned, Mousse grimacing. "Oops,
well I know what to do first," he said as the pain subsided.
The local hospital was a few miles away, maybe with some
luck he could make it there without any interference.
Anything was better than sitting here waiting to be attacked.
Still it would be risky, but unless he got some treatment for
his injuries they might become worse.
Wrapping the tattered remains of his gown tight around
his torso, Mousse went up to the end of the alley and peeked
out. All clear, he set out down the road towards the center
of town...

* * * * *

Doctor Tofu peered out the window searching for any sign
of Konatsu. He had been gone for two hours armed with Ono's
credit card and access numbers with the objective of buying a
computer for them to use. A hand touched down lightly on his
shoulder, Kasumi handing him a warm cup of tea. He closed
the blinds, thanked her, and took a sip. Kasumi sat down
next to Ono.
"Ono, what if we can't prove Nabiki is innocent?" she
asked.
"Don't think like that, Kasumi," replied Ono. "We'll
think of something."
She turned. "But what if we can't? Nabiki is going to
prison because of a mistake we made."
"Mistake? What mistake did we make?"
Kasumi gazed somberly at the floor. "We should have
turned Marcus in. We allowed him to escape, and now it's
come back to haunt us."
Ono was surprised. "No, Kasumi," he said. "We had no
proof. Nothing on Marcus but our word.
"We should have done more!" Kasumi stood up. "Ono,
Marcus is ruining our lives. He's kidnapped our friends, I
don't know what happened to my father and sister. He's
killed Cologne, and look at us. Look at us! Hiding like
mice in a hole!"
"Kasumi, take it easy, please," pleaded Ono. He stood
up, and that was when Kasumi could hold back no more,
bursting out into tears. She sobbed into his chest.
"Let it go, Kasumi," said Ono holding her close.
Kasumi's sobs woke Tsubasa and Hikaru from their sleep.
"Something wrong, Doc?" said Tsubasa with a yawn.
"No, guys," lied Tofu.
Kasumi wiped away her tears. Placing a smile on her
face, she turned around. "Are you two hungry?"
"Yeah I could go for something right now," replied
Hikaru.
"I'll fix us breakfast."
Kasumi started for the kitchen when Ono caught her by
the hand. They looked at each other; Ono's concern clearly
written on his face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
He smiled. "I understand."
A light wink made the distraught woman grin as she moved
off. Hikaru walked over to the window, parting the blinds.
"Hey, it looks like mid-morning," he said.
"Nine forty-three," said Tofu.
Tsubasa let the blinds close. "Wow." He looked around
noticing that Konatsu was gone. "Doc, where--,"
"Konatsu's gone out to get us a computer," Tofu
explained. "He should be back shortly."
"He's going to carry all that stuff by himself?" asked
Hikaru.
Tofu shook his head. "He will not need to," he
answered. Tsubasa and Hikaru traded looks, not quite sure
what the good doctor had in mind.
Several minutes later Kasumi whipped up a quick meal for
them. They all sat around the small table nibbling steadily
at their food, but Ono could tell by the tense silence that
their minds were not on the meal.
"Doc," said Hikaru. "Got a question. When, and if I do
manage to get into the police system, how is finding out who
gave them that list of names going to help?"
"We need proof of Marcus, Hikaru," answered Tofu. "If
we can get to this person and... question him, then maybe we
can convince the police to help us."
"How? They're ready to throw us into jail as it is?"
said Tsubasa.
"True, but I'm sure some level heads prevail in the
police department. If we tell them our story, and with the
proper evidence, they've got to at least realize something is
not right."
Hikaru set down his bowl thinking silently. He
shrugged, knowing that Doctor Tofu's plan stood a chance of
succeeding, but only if they could glean the information they
sought from the police records.
"And if we can't find this informant?" he asked.
"Faith, Gosunkugi. Faith," said Ono.
The door to the apartment suddenly opened, everyone
turning quickly around. Konatsu stood at the doorway, a
medium sized black carrying bag slung over one shoulder.
"Did I scare you?" he asked.
"Not particularly," answered Ono. "But you might want
to step inside before somebody sees us."
Konatsu closed the door. Placing the bag on the table,
he sat down. "I believe I got everything you asked for,
Doctor," he said while pulling out the contents. Konatsu
placed a thin, notebook personal computer and accessories on
the table.
Hikaru's eyes went wide. "Wow!" he exclaimed picking up
the computer. "A Sony Ultra Max, P4, 800Mhz, 40Gig, Active
TFT screen laptop!"
Kasumi rubbed the side of her head in confusion. "I
don't know what that means, Hikaru, but I assume this is a
good thing?"
"Oh boy is this a good thing!"
"This little piece of plastic and metal is going to get
us inside Tokyo Police computer network?" questioned Tsubasa.
"If I do this right, I could probably run their entire
network."
Ono laughed. "We don't need to go that far, Hikaru," he
said. Turning to Konatsu, Doctor Tofu asked how much did
this set him back.
"Um, let's say your first born already has a new job,"
Konatsu humorously answered him.
"Ono!" said Kasumi, swatting him lightly on the
shoulder. "Selling our unborn children like that!"
Tofu smiled, patting Kasumi lightly on one knee. "Now,
now, dear. It's just a joke," he said.
"Hey, well let's get this thing set up and running,"
Tsubasa said.
"How long do you think it will take you to get into the
police computer network, Hikaru?" asked Tofu.
Gosunkugi paused. "Can't rightly say now, Doc. It's
going to depend a lot on how their network is set up."
"Guess."
"Two hours."
Tofu nodded. "Let's get busy then."

* * * * *

It had been a long and arduous night for the Kuno clan,
a night filled with tension and fear as they trekked through
the dark forest around Lake Biwa-ko. Asaiko Nari's henchmen
were still in search of them, and several times Tatewaki,
Kodachi, and Sasuke found themselves in brief skirmishes with
the ninjas.
Somehow, the trio managed to avoid capture, and with the
dawn found themselves in a small clearing. To the east they
could see the lake; a glance southwest the expanse of Biwa-ko
Valley. Tatewaki stood looking over their surroundings, then
marked the time. He let out a light sigh and shook his head.
Sasuke, standing slightly below him arched a brow. "Is
there something wrong, Master Kuno?" he asked.
"Yes, Sasuke. We've gone the wrong way. If I'm not
mistaken, we have traveled further inland instead of towards
the shoreline and civilization."
"Ooh, that is a problem, Master Kuno. With our
opponents in between us and the lake we will be hard pressed
finding help."
A rustle from the trees sounded. Tatewaki and Sasuke
tensed, gripping their weapons as the sound drew closer.
Finally, out of the brush Kodachi staggered, ranting and
cursing as she cleared the leaves from her hair and face.
"Damn it!" she shouted. "Tatewaki, Sasuke where are
you!"
Tatewaki smirked, relaxing his stance. "Here, Kodachi,"
he answered her.
She strode angrily over. "Must you two be so quick? I
almost got lost back there."
"And do you want Nari's henchmen to catch up with us, my
dear demented sister?" Tatewaki retorted.
"We've seemed to have lost them, brother dear!" snapped
Kodachi.
Sasuke felt the tension building between the two
siblings. "Um, Master Kuno, I think we should be moving on,"
he said trying to change the subject before things got out of
hand.
Tatewaki narrowed an eye at his sister holding back his
anger. He shook his head again then spun around setting off
down the side of the hill.
"Our best move is to head east towards Omi-Imazu. There
we can find the authorities and get help."
"All the way there, Tachi?" said Kodachi. "That's a
good six and a half kilometers walk through rough terrain."
"So what would you have us do, Kodachi? Fly!"
Kodachi and Sasuke flinched, drawing back as Tatewaki's
voice echoed through the surrounding hills.
"There is no need to shout at me, brother."
Tatewaki stopped in his tracks. Slowly, the scion of
the Kuno clan turned around. It was the first time Kodachi
had ever seen him in so much fury; eyelids narrowed into thin
slits, veins pulsing rapidly at his temples. He took a step
towards the two and they retreated out of arms reach.
"No need to shout? Are you saying that there is no need
for me to be upset about our situation?"
"W-w-well, y-y-yes, Tachi," stammered Kodachi in a meek
voice.
He was suddenly up on her. "Kodachi, it is because of
your twisted demented, underhanded actions that I am here
ruining my best suit, running from hoodlums and one very
pissed off woman whom I have no quarrel with, and you say I
should not be upset?"
"Master Kuno, remember your blood pressure," Sasuke
reminded Tatewaki.
"Yes, you know how much it disturbs your--,"
Kodachi suddenly found herself eye to eye with her
brother.
"Kodachi, I have this notion to just leave you here and
let Miss Nari have you," he said.
She swallowed hard. "Tachi... you would, you would let
Asaiko kill me?"
"It would solve a lot of my current problems."
Shocked, Kodachi moved back away from her brother in
disbelief. A tremble could be seen running through her body,
then she suddenly sank to her knees.
"Tachi, Tachi don't say things like that!" she
exclaimed.
Tatewaki turned around. "I cannot believe I am in this
predicament. A simple business transaction that all this was
to be, but no. No! We're running for our lives through this
forest and all because of you."
He spun around again, pointing an accusing finger at
her. "You are not worthy of the Kuno name, sister," he
snarled.
Kodachi gasped.
"Come, Sasuke. Let us be going," said Tatewaki.
He continued on. Sasuke glanced between the two. With
an apologetic shrug, the manservant followed after Tatewaki.
"Tachi, wait for me!" cried Kodachi, shooting to her
feet.
"Why? I do believe you have some unfinished business to
attend to."
Kodachi rushed after them. "Tachi, please listen. I
know you are mad, but I think we should try and stay together
right now."
"I want nothing to do with you, Kodachi!"
Kodachi stopped, staring lost as her brother moved on
through the trees. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Tachi... Tachi, please!"
"Go away, Kodachi!"
Again she dropped to her knees, hands covering her face.
Tearfully, Kodachi looked back up.
"Tachi, I'm... I'm sorry!" she shouted.
The trees were quiet for a moment, then Tatewaki
suddenly reappeared.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I said I was sorry, Tachi," repeated Kodachi.
"Master Kuno, should I write this down in your journal?"
asked Sasuke.
"Yes, place it under the `Unexpected' category. I'll
file it later."
"Tachi!"
Tatewaki glared at his sister. Despite all of the anger
he felt, her apology, as shocking as it was rare, eased the
tension inside. She still is blood no matter what, thought
Tatewaki. The sad look she gave him pushed away what
annoyance remained.
"Oh, very well little sister," he said. "Come along. I
guess I should save your scheming hide this time."
Kodachi clasped her hands excitedly together springing
to her feet. She ran to catch-up, but suddenly Tatewaki held
up a hand.
"However, you will do as I say. Is that understood?"
She paused. "Everything?"
"Without question."
"Hmm," sounded Kodachi pondering a moment longer. "Well
I did apologize, much to my--,"
"Let's go, Sasuke."
"All right, all right!"
That pleased Tatewaki. "We head for Omi-Imazu. Clear?"
A nod acknowledged his words. Tatewaki told Sasuke to
take point, starting them off through the forest once more.
"Such a mean brother, and after all we've been through,"
grumbled Kodachi.
"I would not remind me of things like that, or I might
change my mind," replied Tatewaki.
Kodachi thought it better to keep quiet, moving along
close behind.

* * * * *

Akari placed an unconscious P-chan in the folds of a
blanket, wrapping her beloved up to keep him warm. She
nibbled on her bottom lip nervous about what she was about to
do. Ryoga was dying, though the transformation into his
piglet alter-ego was staving off the effects of his
affliction for the moment.
Treating him with what medicines and other home remedies
she knew when dealing with the pigs on her farm helped,
however, P-chan still showed signs of weakening. It would
take a professional veterinarian to save her man now, but
that meant traveling into town, risking the chance that she
might be recognized by those thugs that attacked him.
A low grunt issued from P-chan, Akari pulling the piglet
up close to her chest.
"Ryoga," she weeped, cuddling him tight. Next to her,
Katsunishiki stared at her, worried that Akari would finally
breakdown from all of the stress she placed on herself. He
nudged her lightly on the arm, a questioning look on his
face.
Akari wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm, I'm okay,
Katsuni," she said in a trembling voice. A series of grunts
followed, Akari nodding her head. "I know, I'm concerned
too. I've got to be going before Ryoga dies."
"Grouf?" grunted Katsunishiki.
"Yes, me," replied Akari. "You're not going."
Tying a scarf around her head, Akari tucked her long
locks of hair up, hoping that her makeshift disguise would be
enough to dissuade any curious eyes. She picked P-chan back
up staring for the door, but the Sumo pig clomped down on the
hem of her dress.
"Katsuni, please. I have to go alone. You would draw
to much attention to us. Those thugs are bound to be
searching for Ryoga, so please let me go."
Katsunishiki growled, but Akari looked back with a
sorrowful gaze. They stared at each other, then Katsunishiki
let the cloth fall from his mouth.
"Thank you," said Akari.
She stole up, pecking her Sumo pig lightly on the cheek.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, Katsuni," she said.
Akari flashed him a nervous smile, then went out the
door.

* * * * *

Ranma awoke with a start, the warm beam from the sun
playing across his face. He blinked his eyes, a dull pain
throbbing at the back of his head.
"Oooh," he moaned. Several sharp tugs reminded him that
the manacles were still holding him fast preventing any
movement. The memories of Renon Marcus returned causing
Ranma to angrily look around.
He lay on the floor of a room devoid of any furniture
with one heavy looking door offering the only way out. The
sun beamed in through a window girded by several metal bars
dimming any chance of escape. "Home," muttered Ranma.
Tipping over onto his side, Ranma briefly strained
against his bonds. The efforts were useless, and he stopped.
"How long have I been out?" wondered Ranma, looking
around again. "Hell, I know that bastard did not hit me that
hard."
Steps sounded at the door, Ranma turning as the locks
were undone. It opened, Suin-Tan standing at the threshold.
The large man glared at him then a light sneer came to his
face.
"So, you're finally awake," he said walking in.
"Who are you?" asked Ranma.
Suin-Tan knelt beside him. "An associate of Doctor
Marcus," he answered.
Ranma tensed, fist balling in rage. "You're helping
that bastard! Why? Don't you know he's insane?"
Taking Ranma by the scruff of his shirt, Suin-Tan lifted
him up. "Doctor Marcus has allowed me a chance to fulfill my
dreams, Saotome. Once I have killed Mousse, Shampoo and I
will be united forever."
"Shampoo! You're the guy Mousse was talking about! I
should have known."
Suin-Tan lifted him closer. "Shampoo has also mentioned
your name as a suitor as well, Ranma Saotome. That will
never happen."
Ranma sneered at Suin-Tan. He suddenly jerked
attempting to bring his legs up, but the move was slow in
coming. Suin-Tan easily caught them in a strong grip.
"Nice try, but useless," he said.
Ranma slammed painfully back to the floor as Suin-Tan
released him. Snapping his fingers he stood up. Two guards
appeared at the doorway.
"Bring him," he ordered, heading out the door.
"Where are you taking me!" shouted Ranma, struggling in
the guards grasp.
"To see Doctor Marcus, Saotome," answered Suin-Tan. "Be
thankful he has not given you to me."
Ranma went silent, the guards dragging him out the room.

* * * * *

Ukyo shouted angrily at the Zuchen twins as they carried
her down a long corridor. Rei lead the way, finally stopping
at a door on the left. He produced a key and unlocked it.
"Ladies first," he said, stepping aside.
Bien-so and Huuchu-so tossed Ukyo inside. She hit the
floor hard, crying out in pain before rolling to a stop.
"You didn't have to do that!" she growled up at them.
"There are a lot of things we did not have to do, but
that was not one of them," Huuchu-so replied.
Ukyo struggled against her bindings, letting out a
frustrated growl as she did. The Zuchen brothers watched for
a few moments then started to laugh.
"Ukyo, you are such a fighter," said Rei.
Ukyo ignored him. Looking around, she noticed a large
alter-like table in the center of the room. On the counter
along the far wall sat several hot-plates not unlike the ones
in her restaurant, and from the lights she could see they
were on. A rack of various shaped rods and prongs hung from
the wall above them bringing a sudden chill to the woman's
body.
"Guys," she stammered, but they only chuckled harder.
"Pick her up," ordered Rei.
Bien-so and Huuchu-so jerked Ukyo from the floor. They
slammed her down on the table-top; Bien-so clipping a collar
around her neck. Carefully, the twins first undid her hands.
Rei held Ukyo's legs down as she struggled, while they
clipped her wrist into the brackets on the sides. As they
shackled her legs open, Rei returned to the top and gazed
menacingly down on her.
Ukyo stared fearfully up at him. "Rei, please. There
is no need for any of this! Marcus is just using you to
satisfy his demented urge for revenge!"
Rei grinned, pleased with the terror in Ukyo's eyes.
"Now Ukyo, we've come to realize that, haven't we my
brothers?"
"You bethts," replied Bien-so. "We're goingth to makes
youth pay, Kuonji!"
"Yeah, humiliating us like you did," added Huuchu-so.
Gently, Rei pulled Ukyo's dark locks of hair from
beneath her head, allowing it to draped over the edge. He
caressed her cheeks and Ukyo jerked her head trying to pull
away.
"I do believe it is time to see the real Ukyo Kuonji,"
he said, hands drifting down to her chest.
"Get your hands off me, Zuchen. Get your hands off...
YEEEEP!"
The sharp tearing of cloth cut the air as Rei ripped
open Ukyo's shirt exposing her breasts. The twins paused,
mouths leering open at the sight.
"Look at those tits!" exclaimed Huuchu-so.
Rei placed a hand on one, squeezing hard. "And firm
too," he said.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, REI!" shouted Ukyo, straining to
get free.
The elder Zuchen brother laughed. Giving Bien-so a
slight nod, he drew back walking around to the foot of the
table. Ukyo watched him take several of the prongs from the
rack and place them on the hot plates. She drew in a fearful
breath and looked back to Rei.
"Rei, please, please don't do what I think you're going
to do," she pleaded with him.
He just laughed, tracing a finger along the inside of
her thighs. "Ukyo, we cannot allow your treacherous dealings
go unreplied. You made us look like fools. Even now,
several years later, we are reminded by some hapless idiot of
our past defeats at your hands." Rei paused letting a sneer
of contempt form.
"A woman all this time. You will pay for that, Ukyo."
The smell of burning oils filled Ukyo's nose. She could
see Bien-so rolling one of the rods around on the hot
surface, coils of gray smoke waifing up into the air. An
uncontrollable shudder coursed through her, and she tensed
watching in horror as Huuchu-so passed a hot prong over to
Rei.
He held it over her, allowing Ukyo to see the ripples of
heat radiating from the metal, then smiled.
"Ready?" asked Rei.
Ukyo's lips trembled, a light whimper accompanying the
tears that began flowing down the sides of her face.
"No... please, no."

* * * * *

Light chuckles issued from Renon Marcus as he read, then
re-read the headline of the paper in his hands. Nabiki
Tendo's picture was displayed larger than life in the center
of the page, the caption above reading, `RINGLEADER OF
TERRORIST GANG TO BE ARRAIGNED TODAY'.
"Excellent, just excellent," he said pleased with the
way things were turning out. Placing the paper down on the
table, Renon eased his chair back. He kicked his feet up on
the table and glanced up at the silent cage suspended in the
rafters above. The things he contemplated to do to his new
found pet, dark things to make her pay for all the setbacks
caused by her deeds.
First though, there was the matter of Ranma Saotome to
take care of.
A light knock at the door caught his attention.
Itchioni carefully peeked inside.
"Are you busy, doctor?" he called across the room.
Renon placed a finger to his lips, motioning for him to
lower his voice. Itchioni glanced up at the cage,
understanding why as he walked over to the table.
"Thought you would like to know the status of our
operations," he said low to Marcus.
"Fill me in."
"Well, we still have not located Doctor Tofu and Kasumi
Tendo yet."
Renon did not like that bit of news. Sitting up, he
leaned close to Yamaguchi. "Why is this? Why do we suddenly
loose a four-eyed suburban doctor, and a woman whose beauty
cannot be missed?"
"We're trying, doctor. Our people have deployed
throughout Nerima and the surrounding suburbs, but they've
simply vanished."
"Vanished is not likely. Hiding in a place we would not
think about maybe, but vanished... no."
Itchioni sat back in his chair. He thought a second
before shaking his head. "A house to house search would only
bring undue attention to us," he surmised.
"They will have to expose themselves sometime,
Itchioni," replied Renon. "Doctor Tofu will not just sit by
and allow Kasumi's family to go missing without trying to do
something. He'll slip up, then we will get him."
"Let's hope so."
"Now then, what about Hibiki? Has Rei picked up his
search for him?"
"Right now he and his weird brothers are down
`entertaining' Kuonji. From what I heard, she's not exactly
enjoying their reunion."
Marcus smiled briefly, letting out a short grunt. "The
results might prove to be interesting," he said. Rubbing his
chin, Renon glanced down at his watch noting the time.
"Itchioni, when we are done here, please go down and
tell Rei I need him to put off his fun for the moment and
continue searching for Hibiki."
"Yes, doctor."
"I can also assume Suin-Tan and Yun-Fong are also `pre-
occupied' right about now?"
"Suin-Tan no. He is trying a different approach on
Shampoo. Quite interesting to say the least. Last I
checked, Yun-Fong was asleep."
"Still?"
"He said something about needing to build up his Chi for
Happosai last night. After all of the crying I heard, I
cannot imagine why. Oh yes, that reminds me."
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Yamaguchi pulled out a
small jar passing it over to Renon. "He said this was for
you."
"Ah, it's my control over Ranma Saotome," said Renon
with glee. Yamaguchi pulled out another bottle, this one
filled with a clear, neon light blue colored liquid.
"Yun-Fong also said this goes with it."
"Yes, yes. Must not forget that."
Renon pocketed the second vial. He stood up going over
to the cabinet behind him. "I'm going to be busy for a
while, Itchioni," he said. "Coordinate our efforts to
complete this affair. I'm expecting a call from our
benefactor and do not want any distractions."
Yamaguchi slightly arched a brow. "Work so soon?" he
asked.
"Oh yes. We still have jobs to do too."
"So true, so true," replied Yamaguchi as he stood up. A
loud knock sounded from outside, Itchioni frowning. Renon
held a glass in his hand, pausing to listen as a second knock
was heard. He noticed the confused look on his assistants
face.
"Don't worry, Itchioni. It's something I've set up for
Ranma," he explained.
Shrugging, Yamaguchi paused long enough to pick up the
paper from the table. Tucking it under an arm, he went to
the door. Just as he opened it, Suin-Tan appeared; the two
guards carrying Ranma between them a short step behind.
"Speak of the devil," said Yamaguchi as he left.
Suin-Tan sneered at him, but ignored the comment.
Ushering the two guards past, he closed the door.
"Doctor Marcus," he called.
Again, Renon motioned for them to lower their voices.
"Sorry," whispered Suin-Tan.
The guards placed Ranma face down at Renon's feet. He
lay still allowing his humiliation to pass, then glared up at
Renon. They looked at each other for a long moment. Renon
suddenly let out a chuckle.
"Suin-Tan, I though you were entertaining your lovely
lady, Shampoo?"
"I wanted to meet this Saotome in person," answered Suin-
Tan. His hateful gaze never left Ranma's back. A sharp kick
to the ribs caught their helpless prisoner and Ranma gasped
as the air left him.
"Feel better?" asked Renon, slightly annoyed by the
man's action.
"I would like to see him die now," said Suin-Tan.
Renon though it better to let the topic drop. "That
will be all, Suin-Tan."
Suin-Tan reluctantly walked away. Renon called his name
before he could leave.
"Please tell Sapparo to come in here if you would."
Suin-Tan nodded, closing the door.
"Good morning, Ranma. What's left of it at least,"
Renon said to Ranma.
The knocking outside stopped Ranma's reply for a moment.
"Where's Akane and my parents?" he demanded to know.
"One thing at a time, Saotome," replied Renon.
Returning to his spot at the table, Renon set the glass
in his hand down. He reached beneath the table top, and the
cage above them started to descend. Once it was low enough
for him to reach, Renon stopped it.
"Akane... oh Akane my little pet. Wake up, wake up,"
called Marcus, tapping on the side.
A low murmur followed, the a hand took hold of one of
the bars. Akane pulled herself groggily up into view. She
rubbed her face then peered out into the room.
"Akane!" exclaimed Ranma.
Akane's eyes went wide. "Ranma!" she shouted, reaching
out to him. "Ranma, help me!"
Ranma strained against the shackles binding him to no
avail.
"Ranma, how many times have you tried that," Renon said.
"By now you would have figured out it was useless."
"Let me go, you bastard!" shouted Ranma.
"Oh, alright," replied Renon, much to Ranma's surprise.
"What?"
Renon knelt down. He produced a key and began unlocking
the shackles. As the last clasp popped loose, Renon stood
back, smiling at his prisoner. Feeling began to return to
Ranma's arms and legs. He slowly stood up, bracing himself
against the side of the table for a moment.
"Before you get any ideas, Ranma, let me explain a few
things. First, I still have Akane. If you think she will
not die before you get to me, think again."
Producing a small black remote control from his pocket,
Renon hit a red button on it. Akane suddenly shrieked in
pain.
Akane!" cried Ranma as she jerked collapsing to the
floor of the cage. "What have you done to her?"
"Oh just a little electrical shock. That particular
burst was only a fraction of the power I could send through
that cage."
Akane moaned, rising slowly back into view. "Are you
alright, Akane?" asked Ranma. She nodded her head slowly.
Ranma glared at Renon. "That was not needed," he
snarled in fits of rage.
"I do believe that was. Let's get back to our business,
Saotome."
"What do you want from me?"
"I've already explained that. I want you to work for me
of your own free will."
"Never."
"I think you will, Ranma."
Ranma felt strong enough to stand up on his own.
Steadily he moved towards Marcus, but there was no sign of
fear in him. Casually, the Doctor reached into his pocket
producing the small jar setting it on the table.
"Ranma, I have plans for you. You see I like your
spirit, your... audacity," continued Marcus.
Ranma was only a few steps away from him now.
"Such fire in you," said Renon. He gave the man a brief
glance, then screwed open the top of the jar.
Tipping it over the top of the glass, a thick, pitch
black glob of goo oozed it's way over the edge. Ranma
stopped, smirking disgustingly at the stuff as it pooled up
in the bottom. When the glass was half full, Renon cut it
off, resealing the jar. Another loud knock sounded.
"What is that?" asked Ranma.
Renon smiled. "Saotome, I would like you to drink that
if you would, please," he said.
"You've got to be kidding."
"No, I'm very serious about this."
Akane finally regained most of her senses. She gripped
the bars of her cage tight, staring fearfully down at the
scene below her. "No, Ranma, don't drink it. You don't know
what it will do to you!"
"Of course he doesn't!" said Renon, laughing up at her.
His demented gaze returned to Ranma. "That's the beauty of
it all."
Ranma stared at the glass and the mysterious viscous
substance it contained. He pondered whether or not he could
hit Marcus before he fried Akane into a crisp. Her safety
meant everything to him, and he had no doubt Marcus would
kill her without hesitation.
"Marcus, I--," he started to say, only to find him
leaning casually up against the edge of the window sill. It
was obvious that Renon wanted him to come over. Calmly,
Marcus gazed down into the courtyard below.
Three posts stood at the far end of the green, a wall
made out of wood positioned behind them. Tied tightly to
each of them were Genma, Soun, and Nodoka. Another loud
knock sounded, Ranma letting out a short gasp as an arrow
imbedded itself into the top of the post precariously close
to Nodoka's head. His mother never flinched. She glared
angrily at the handful of guards laughing and joking while
they enjoyed their game of target practice.
"You bastard!" snarled Ranma.
"Your mother seems to be such a brave woman," said
Renon, ignoring Ranma's threatening gaze. "Probably where
you inherited your fighting spirit. I doubt it came from
your father."
Ranma looked back down in the courtyard. He could see
Genma and Soun squirming fitfully against their bonds,
cursing angrily as they struggled to get free. Ranma turned
ready to tear into Marcus, but the doctor was not there;
returning to the table.
"Well?" questioned Renon, arching a brow.
"Ranma, don't!" pleaded Akane again.
Renon chuckled sinisterly. "You can make that choice,
Saotome," he said. "You may even kill me, however; if I
don't tell my men in that courtyard to stop in the next,
oh... six minutes to stop, they will kill your family."
Tension and fear welled up in Ranma. His fist shook,
but he held back his urge to kill the man. "A-a-and..., and
Akane?" he managed to say.
Renon just smiled.
"Ranma, no! don't let him do this to you. Please,
don't let him turn you into--,"
ZZZAAAAAAaaCCCCCKKKK!!!!
AAAAIEEEE!
Akane flopped back down to the bottom of the cage.
"Stop it, Marcus!" cried Ranma.
The charge faded away, Akane's light moans cutting the
air.
Marcus stood awaiting Ranma decision. "Three minutes,
Saotome."
Slowly, Ranma walked up to the table. He stared down at
the glass for a moment, then picked it up. Above he could
hear Akane straining to pull herself back up.
"rrraannmmmaaa... nnnooooo," she said in a weak voice.
He paused, gazing somberly into the glass and the dark
goo it contained.
"It's your choice, Saotome," Marcus said.
"No shit," replied Ranma with a scowl.
He stared at the glass a minute longer, then with a deep
sigh began swallowing the contents.

Chapter Nine

CLICK, CLICK.
BEEP!
... CLICK CLICK CLICK...
BEEP, BEEP!
...
CLICK, CLICK CLICK... CLICK...
BRRRREEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!

Gosunkugi sat back peering at the laptop computer screen
before him, lost. Around him, the rest of his companions
watched eagerly for the wonder whiz of automated technology
to announce success at any moment.
Unfortunately, he had been sitting there for the past
hour and a half, fussing and grumbling to himself.
Ono Tofu leaned closer towards the screen. He tipped
his glasses up, reading the mishmash of unintelligible script
and shook his head.
"I'm going to assume, Hikaru, from this mess here your
estimate was sadly off the mark," he said.
"Uh, well yeah Doc, I think I underestimated the Tokyo
Police Staff," answered Hikaru.
"What!" exclaimed Tsubasa. He took Gosunkugi up by the
shoulders, shaking him hard. "I thought you said you could
get in there! What's stopping you, Mister Master of
Electronic Gizmos?"
"TTTTHHHHEEE IIIINNNNTTTTRRRRAAANNEEEETTTTT!"
Tofu patted Kurenai on the arm, telling him to let
Hikaru go. As Gosunkugi recovered his wits, the others stood
waiting patiently for some sort of explanation.
"You see, Doc, I've no problem getting up into the
Police Internet site,"
"Ahuh."
"Well, it's a very tricky step breaching protocols and
security measures."
Silence followed, wayward glints of confusion in his
friends eyes."
"Ono," Kasumi suddenly said.
"I don't know what he just said, Kasumi," Tofu replied.
"Sounds to me like we're not going to get in at all,"
said Tsubasa.
Hikaru looked sharply up at him. "Hey, I didn't say
that!"
"We don't know what you just said, Hikaru," replied
Konatsu.
"Let's focus back to the problem, okay?" Kasumi said
breaking the tension.
Gosunkugi told them to move closer while he reconnected
to the internet.
"You see guys; and Kasumi, this part is simple ECIP
stuff. Now the connection they're using is T3. Say Doc, how
did you get this number anyway?"
"The problem, Hikaru," said Tofu pointing to the screen.
"The problem, please."
"Oh. Anyway, now access is simple like I said, but then
there's this `electro-jungle' for lack of a better
description, of security filters, firewalls, ICE and Black
ICE programs. Just about everything nasty a programmer could
dream up."
Kasumi tipped her head to one side. She blinked, then
looked down at him. "I still don't know what you are talking
about," she said.
Konatsu spoke up. "If I may attempt to, let me scale
this down." He paused, drawing in a breath before
continuing. "We're not getting in this way, am I semi-right,
Hikaru?"
Gosunkugi shrugged. "No," he answered.
"So what are you saying!" exclaimed Tsubasa.
"I've cut and hacked my way through all of that stuff
already."
"And the problem now is?" questioned Ono.
The Computer Wizard pointed to an icon on his display.
"That right there is a hub to the Intranet for Tokyo Police
Headquarters."
"Into-what?" asked Kasumi.
"Intranet, Kasumi. Sort like a closed loop Internet
system that--."
He paused noticing the still lost expressions on their
faces. "Let me reword. This connection is not compatible
with that connection."
"Finally! Something I can understand," Tsubasa
announced loudly.
Tofu peered closer at the screen. "Then how come we can
see it?" he asked.
"It's just a status icon. Probably used by one of their
administrators for low level maintenance," answered
Gosunkugi.
"And you can't break this?"
"No, the protocols are different. That and there is a
tracking module attached to it."
"What's that I'm afraid to ask," said Konatsu.
"A program that detects intruders and sends an alert to
one of their security teams. That was that beeping noise you
all heard earlier."
"WHAT!" shouted the others.
Tofu pulled Hikaru's chair sharply around.
"Hikaru, are you telling me the police have been
watching you play around in their system?" he asked.
"Um," Gosunkugi stopped, peering back briefly at the
screen again. "Yeah. They're watching us even now."
"WHAT!"
"Shut it off!" Tofu frantically ordered. "Disconnect or
whatever you need to do, Hikaru."
"But Doc--,"
"Get me a hammer!" said Tsubasa. "I'll break this thing
into sixty billion pieces!"
Gosunkugi cringed. Quickly, he reached over and hit a
key. The screen and the computer went off. Relieved sighs
followed, but only briefly realizing that the police could be
on their way right now to arrest the lot of them.
"You might have given us away, Hikaru," said Konatsu
moving quickly to one of the windows.
He peered out, looking around for a few minutes awaiting
the tell-tale sound of sirens. Strangely, the streets
remained calm. Konatsu looked back, giving them a shrug.
"I was about to say, Doc. The police won't be able to
trace us down," said Hikaru.
"Why, what did you do?"
He waved a hand mockingly at the notion. "Feh, that
little primitive module. I rerouted our connection to
another number."
"You did?" Kasumi said, surprised by the young man's
ingenuity. "Where to?"
"The Tendo Dojo. Nabiki's personal line to be--,"
"WHAT... AAAHHH!" Kasumi reigned in the rest of her
cries. With fist clutched tight to her sides, she turned
walking off for the farthest corner of the apartment she
could find.
"Hikaru, are you sure you're not working for Marcus?"
asked Tsubasa in disbelief.
"Was that a mistake?" he replied.
"You might have just incriminated us even further," said
Ono.
"Oops."
Tofu stood up, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. He
ran a worried hand through his hair, then relaxed allowing
all of the tension in his body to fall away.
"Hopefully they'll just ignore it," he continued.
Hikaru sagged, sitting with a forlorned gaze at the
floor. Doctor Tofu could see the depression creeping through
Gosunkugi's mind. Gently, he placed a friendly hand on his
shoulder.
"You meant well, Hikaru," he said. "We'll be alright."
That lifted his spirits a bit.
"So what now?" asked Konatsu.
"It depends on what Hikaru here needs to do to gain us
access," replied Ono.
"That's not going to be easy, Doctor Tofu," said
Gosunkugi.
"What do you need to do?"
"Well, first I've got to gain access to their main
computer. Once inside I can dummy up an address, then make a
few alterations to their hardware connections."
"Hold on," interrupted Tsubasa. "Run that `access to
their main computer' part by us again."
"It's the only way I can do it."
"That means we have to go into Tokyo Headquarters."
Tsubasa sat down. Hanging his head, he muttered a few
curses. "We're doomed," he said.
"No we're not," said Doctor Tofu, much to their
surprise.
Kasumi turned around from her corner perch, staring
along with Konatsu and Kurenai in disbelief at him. Ono
pondered, making mental plans in his mind, then sat down at
the table next to Gosunkugi. Taking a pen and near-by piece
of paper, he began to make a list.
"Konatsu, I'm going to need you to do a little grocery
shopping for us." He finished, pushing the pen and paper
over to Hikaru. "Write down what you think you will need to
make this connection."
Gosunkugi started writing; Ono thought a moment longer
developing the plan in his mind. When he was finished, Tofu
handed it to Konatsu.
"Think you can get this stuff in the next hour, hour and
a half?"
Konatsu nodded.
"Ono, what are you thinking?" asked Kasumi.
The good Doctor smiled at them. "We're going to get
inside Tokyo Police Headquarters," he told them.
"No way, no way... No Way!" Kurenai said.
"Yes way," replied Ono. "I need to make a few phone
calls first, but I think we can pull this off."
"Tokyo Police Headquarters? Come on, Doc. It's
impossible!"
"Not with the things on that list, and some of your
creative camouflage."
Tsubasa paused. "Camouflage... heh, heh, sounds like
fun. Scary, but fun."
"It will be."
Konatsu read over the list once more then stuffed it
into his pocket. "I know I'm going to regret this, but when
do you intend to attempt our little `raid'?"
Ono looked over at the clock on the wall.
"Tonight," he answered.
"I was afraid you would say that."

* * * * *

The throbbing pain Mousse felt coming from his wounds
helped to keep him awake and alert while watching the Nerima
Hospital from the surrounding bushes. He figured himself
lucky to have made it this far without passing out after such
a beating and loss of blood. Keeping a low profile was hard,
but Mousse used every trick and move he knew to stay out of
obvious sight.
Cutting through back alleys and lesser-traveled side
streets to the hospital, Mousse's problem now lay getting
inside unseen. With Marcus's thugs roaming the city there
was no way he could be positively sure about anybody's
intentions, ruling out entering through the front.
A siren sounded, Mousse slinking lower into the brush as
an ambulance raced up the adjoining street towards the
emergency exit. A flurry of people rushed out, quickly
pulling the injured patient out of the back. As they wheeled
the gurney in, Mousse took the opportunity of the distraction
to sneak around the side of the building. Crouching low next
to a wall, he carefully peered up over the top. The two
paramedics of the ambulance were still replacing and readying
their vehicle, talking casually amongst themselves.
"Boy I tell you. I never thought anybody could be so
tough," said the lead driver to his partner.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Fifteen hours trapped up under
how many kilos of rubble, and still be alive. It's a damn
miracle," replied his partner.
"I feel for the old lady. She still has a ways to go.
>From what I saw, it is going to be close."
Mousse furrowed his brows, thinking a moment wondering
who it was they two were talking about. He listened closer
to the conversation.
"It's too bad about the restaurant. I've eaten there
before. Good food."
Mousse's heart literally skipped a beat. His mouth
sagged open in surprise. Could they be talking about the
Nekohatten. If so, then that injured patient just wheeled
into the hospital had to be--.
Cologne!
Across the radio in the ambulance, another call came
alerting the paramedics to another accident. They quickly
restored their gear and climbed in rushing off down the
concourse. A silence returned to the emergency exit area and
Mousse slowly stood up.
"Cologne," he muttered gazing up at the side of the
building. If she was there, he had to get to her, if
anything just to see how badly injured the old sage was.
Ignoring his wounds for the moment, Mousse darted around
the corner searching for another way in.

* * * * *

The heat slowly increased, thickening the air around
Shampoo as she hung suspended in the chains of her prison.
The silence of the darkness kept Shampoo tense, listening for
any sound or indication that this ordeal would end. Several
times, she could hear voices; faint and infrequent drifting
through the surrounding walls, but her hopes would fade away
with the sound.
How many hours had she been there, the Amazon could not
guess. She did not want to, otherwise the fear pressing
constantly at the back of her mind would burst forth,
breaking down all of her resolve.
Images appeared, ghostly hallucinations of Cologne
dancing before her eyes. The tiny figure wavered about.
Suddenly, it moved closer and Shampoo thought she heard the
old sage's gnarled voice whispering to her.
"Strength, child," said the apparition.
Shampoo let out a gasp. "Great-grandmother... Shampoo
not know if she can hold out against Suin-Tan."
Cologne's image faded briefly. "You must... try,
child," it said.
"I try, but I not know for how long," answered Shampoo.
The apparition drifted back, growing dimmer with each
second. Shampoo drew in a haggard breath. "Great-
grandmother, please do not go!" she pleaded.
"... Must go, child. Be strong... Mousse."
"Mousse?"
"Mousse," came the final words before the ghost finally
faded out of sight.
Shampoo called out then sagged, breaking down into
tears. Suddenly, the door to her prison opened. Squinting
against the bright light, a tall man stepped in. He stopped,
arching a brow at her.
"Hello," Rei said to Shampoo.
"Who you?"
"Me? Just an... employee we could say."
Shampoo's head slumped down.
Rei stepped aside and Shampoo recognized the twins
dragging Ukyo's limp form inside. Her original clothes were
all but gone, tattered shreds of her shirt draping from her
arms and torso. The twins set her down next to a metal loop
on the wall. Huuchu-so ran a thick chain through the eye,
clipping the ends together with a padlock to the iron clasp
around Ukyo's neck.
Letting out a brief grunt, Rei unfolded a black robe
placing it around Ukyo.
"We're not rude," he said, grinning at her.
She said nothing, the distant expression held in on her
face locked on the floor.
"UKYO!" cried Shampoo. "UKYO, what they do to you?"
Ukyo said nothing.
"Ukyo's slightly tired," answered Rei. "I don't think
she has any breath or voice left in her to speak."
Shampoo stared worriedly at her friend. "Ukyo, say
something to Shampoo," she said.
In slow hesitant jerks, Ukyo turned her head up to
Shampoo. A terror filled her glazed eyes, and they briefly
looked at each other before she turned away staring back down
at the floor.
"Damn you," cursed Shampoo. "DAMN YOU ALL!"
"Ooh, feisty thing," commented Huuchu-so.
"Wonder ifth Suinth-Tan will allow uf to have a crack
ath her," added Bien-so.
"Not likely," said Rei. He glanced down at Ukyo, then
told his brothers to get out.
"We'll be seeing you, Ukyo," he said before closing the
door.
Shampoo listened as the Zuchen brother's footsteps faded
off, then called out lightly to Ukyo. She did not respond.
"Ukyo, please. Talk to Shampoo," she said.
The ensuing silence brought a shudder through Shampoo.
She let out a deep sigh, hanging her head in despair.

* * * * *

Holding his stomach, Ranma's jaw clenched tight holding
back the cry building in his throat. Spasms of intense pain
ripped through his insides, every muscle, every nerve of his
body awash with pain unlike he'd never felt before in his
life. He quivered on the floor at Renon Marcus's feet;
Akane's sobs echoing loudly overhead. Another sharp twist
had him crying up to the ceiling, tears streaming down the
sides of his cheeks.
"So, Ranma. You can be hurt after all," said Renon,
enjoying his plight. Picking up the broken pieces of the
glass on the floor, he casually placed them on the table.
"Would not want you to hurt yourself critically in a
mere freak accident now would we, Saotome?"
Another cry emanated from Ranma, and he curled up
shuddering violently.
"Marcus, stop it!" cried Akane. Desperately she reached
out through the bars of her cage to her forlorn lover,
literally feeling his pain. "Please, please I'll do anything
you want. Just stop this insanity!"
Marcus whirled around. "Insanity?" he said to her.
"Insanity you say? I see nothing insane about this, Akane."
He looked back down at Ranma. "I've planned this moment for
a long time, and I intend to cherish every whine and
whimper."
Ranma's cries lowered. He turned onto his stomach, then
pulled himself up to his knees. Wrapping his arms around his
midsection, Ranma managed to look at Renon.
Marcus knelt down. "Fortitude. That you have a lot
of," he said surprised the man could move. Gloat filled his
eyes, lips drawn back in a leering smile.
He knelt closer to an ear. "Do you feel this pain,
Ranma. Do you feel all of the pain and suffering I felt when
you and your friends humiliated me; beat me like a common
Mongrel?"
Ranma let out a painful grunt, hanging his head. Marcus
took a hand full of hair, jerking his head back up.
"NO, Saotome. I want to see you plead and beg for
mercy! Beg to me for death, Ranma. I want to hear you say
it."
The moan that came from Ranma's lips was like music to
his ears. "Yes, Saotome, but death is not what I want from
you."
Thrusting his head free, Marcus returned to his spot at
the table. A knock sounded; Sapparo stepping into the room.
Renon motioned him to come closer.
"Ranma, I want you to work for me, and now you shall."
Marcus pulled the bottle full of clear blue liquid out.
"Ranma... Ranma," he called. Ranma slowly looked up at
him. Marcus held up the bottle for him to see.
"I can help you. This here is an antidote for your
pains. The larger the dose, the less you feel. Would you
like some?"
Ranma tried to hold out, but the pain was too much to
bear. He hesitantly nodded.
"And what are you willing to do for me to stop your
pain, hmm?"
Moaning again Ranma smirked slumping over on his side
again. Renon thought for the moment that he had gone to far,
but Ranma let out a gasp crying low.
"Here, let me allow you to sample the affects of the
antidote," said Renon.
Popping the top, he placed two small drops of the liquid
into Ranma's mouth. Almost immediately its effects could be
felt, some of the tension easing from his body. The streams
of sweat running down his face stung his tired skin, waves of
nausea sending his mind into a spin.
"A little better?" asked Renon.
Ranma nodded his head slightly.
"Excellent." Renon stood up. Tossing the vial to
Sapparo, Renon continued.
"Sapparo is my Master Ninja. He will hold your antidote
and your life in his control."
"w-w-why?" gasped Ranma.
"I want him exploit those fantastic skills of yours for
my use."
"use?"
"Yes."
Ranma stared helpless at him. He looked over at
Sapparo, then gazed down at the floor.
"n-n-never... marcus," he said.
"I think you will," replied Renon. "Now," he continued,
clasping his hands together sharply. "It is time for you to
depart, but first I want you to say something for me."
"W-w-what?"
Renon smiled. "Say `Yes, Doctor Marcus'."
Anger flashed in Ranma's eyes. He grit his teeth,
sneering up at Marcus. "Never," he snarled.
Ranma suddenly retched gripping his stomach tight. He
choked, then spit up a stream of blood that oozed down his
chin.
"Oh?" said Renon.
The sharp pains returned, Ranma enduring all that he
could. His chest heaved. Finally, Ranma looked up.
"Yes... yes, Doctor Marcus," he said.
Renon chuckled evilly.
Sapparo reached down grabbing Ranma by the scruff of the
neck. He pulled the weakened man up effortlessly, placing an
arm around his waist for support.
"Be gentle with my new employee, Sapparo. I have plans
for him," said Renon.
With a slight nod, Sapparo guided Ranma out the room.
When they were alone, Renon suddenly burst out laughing.
Victoriously, he stretched his arms out wide, reveling in the
thrill running through him. His eyes fell upon the cage and
Akane's sorrowed figure staring down at him.
"Do you still think I am insane, Akane?" he asked her.
"You're mad, Marcus, and you'll pay for what you've done
to us!" replied Akane.
Still laughing, Marcus went to his chair and sat down.
He reached over and hit a button lowering the large flat-
screen monitor from its place in the ceiling.
"Akane. Madness is nothing more than somebody else's
perspective of reality that does not conform with the
collective norm. Mad? Consider me unique."
Akane glared at him. She suddenly shot to her feet and
gripped the bars screaming as she strained to part them.
Renon smirked, reaching over to his controls.
"Stop that," he ordered sending a shock through the
cage.
Akane jerked, shooting back slamming painfully against
the far side. She slumped down lying prostate on the bottom
crying uncontrollably.
"Keep it down if you would please," said Marcus. "Can
you not see I'm trying to watch the afternoon news. Must
hear everything, and you should pay close attention too."
Her sobbing subsided. Akane pulled herself up peering
at the monitor as it flashed into life.
"Much better," continued Marcus. He leaned forward.
"Now this should prove interesting."


* * * * *

The House of Councilors,
Imperial Diet Building, Tokyo.

Nabiki never thought she would return to the Diet
Building ever again in her life. After that fateful night,
she swore a silent oath never to go near or be seen within
several blocks. Nevertheless, here she was sitting in this
hard, uncomfortable chair, waiting for her preliminary
hearing to begin.
The House of Councilors section of the Diet was large,
big enough to seat all of the Diet members with room to spare
for the public. The normal seating of chairs was altered to
allow the positioning of a square pedestal in front of the
Prime Minister's seat, and Throne of the Emperor. To the
left of that a table for the Prosecuting Attorney, their
table to the right.
Behind them, the room was packed both with Councilors,
Representatives, and in the tiered balconies above
overlooking everything, spectators waiting for the opening
act of this drama to begin. News cameras and reporters stood
flanking either side of the lower floors. Their incessant
flashes, the low hum from cameras annoyed her as they
projected Nabiki's plight to the world.
Great, and me at my worst, muttered Nabiki. She looked
over the drab, plain gray dress-suit the police provided her
for this event. Tugging nervously at the sleeves, Nabiki
turned to Kurisawa.
"You know these barbarians could have at least allowed
me some time in a salon. My hair is in such a disarray," she
said to him.
Tosa looked up from his notes. He smirked at Nabiki.
"What? Nabiki, of all the things to be worried about, your
looks should be the last thing on your mind," he replied.
"I don't want to be seen across the country looking like
some unkempt housewife."
Nabiki tugged on the lapels of her jacket. "And look at
the poor fabric this so called suit is made out of. Sloppy,
just sloppy work. My shoes don't match the style or color,
and--,"
"Miss Tendo," Tosa said firmly.
Nabiki started, surprised by his tone.
"Is there not anything you think about other than your
vanity?"
"Vanity!"
"Yes, vanity. I'm sitting over here wracking my brains
trying to find something to defend you with, and all you can
talk, no, no, complain about is your looks?"
"I'll have you know, Mister Kurisawa, that Nabiki Tendo
is just a bit more sophisticated than others."
Tosa started sharply, mouth sagging open. "You're
kidding, right?"
"No I'm not," snapped Nabiki. She crossed her arms,
turning away from him annoyed by his cold candor.
Calmly, Tosa pulled off his glasses and set them down on
the table. He turned his chair slightly towards her, then
drew in a light breath.
"Nabiki... Miss Tendo, let's be frank here. With
regards to this trial, you haven't got a leg to stand on, yet
alone the slightest of support from anything we have here
now. I do not think this is the time for you to be worrying
about how your features are going to be seen on national
television!"
"What do you mean no leg to stand on!" replied Nabiki,
rounding on him.
"This case sucks, Miss Tendo. No alibi, no witnesses,
all the evidence pointing against you. It's a wonder we're
having a trial at all."
"You are going to represent me?" gasped Nabiki in
disbelief.
"Unfortunately, yes. If you like, when the trial starts
you can request a new lawyer."
Nabiki tensed. She was tempted to do just that; however
there was nobody she knew that could take Kurisawa's place.
The hopeful glint dancing in the back of his eyes made her
smirk.
"No way, pal. If I'm going down, somebody is going with
me, and since you've such a snotty attitude, you're it."
Tosa let out a frustrated sigh covering his eyes with a
hand. Allowing his brief headache to pass, the dispirited
lawyer looked at her again.
"I'll forgive your inaccurate analogy," he said. "You
know there is only one thing I'm sure I can get for you from
this trial."
"And what's that?"
"Pain Killer."
"You're supposed to be my lawyer!" exclaimed Nabiki,
taking him up by the collar. Immediately, the police
officers standing guard behind them reacted pulling her back.
Before they could handcuff her, Tosa held up a hand stopping
them.
"It's okay, just a bad case of nerves," he told them.
Releasing her, the officers gave Nabiki a warning before
stepping back behind the chair.
Fixing his tie, Tosa's eyes drifted around at the people
staring at them and the scene that had unfolded. His eyes
met up with Lieutenant Kira's; the deep penetrating gaze
intensifying as he narrowed his eyelids. With a light
swallow, Tosa turned back to Nabiki.
"Control yourself, Nabiki."
"How can I control myself? You've already condemned me
to death. Some lawyer you turned out to be."
"The trial has not started yet, and I have not given up
on you. If the prosecuting lawyer is less prepared than I,
we stand a good chance of getting you off with maybe...
twenty to twenty-five years."
Frantic pants emanated from Nabiki, her breath shallow.
"Twenty to twenty-five years?" she gasped.
"Minimum," finished Kurisawa.
Up the main aisle a small group of people appeared
moving towards the opposite table. The man leading them
walked with a commanding stride, every gesture and move
giving off an aura of complete confidence and control.
Nabiki found herself liking what she saw. A hunk in her
book, his stocky build accented the charismatic features of
his face. His brown eyes cut about the room, briefly
stopping on her before he turned taking the center chair at
the table. A cross between a young Toshiro Mifune and Clark
Gable, Nabiki smiled.
"Who is he?" she asked turning to Tosa.
Abruptly, Nabiki stopped noticing the shocked expression
on his face. Kurisawa gapped at the man, and she reached out
closing his mouth shut.
"I take it this is not a good thing?" she asked.
The shock passed from him. "I hope you have an updated
will, Nabiki," he said.
"And he is?"
"Fumaro Masuda. Affectionately know around our circle
as the Perry Mason of Japan."
He leaned closer towards her. "You're doomed."
Together they looked back over at the table and their
opponent. Fumaro Masuda sat with arms crossed, while his
staff laid out notebooks and files around the table. He
almost seemed god-like gazing forward waiting for the
arraignment to begin. Sensing their stare, Masuda looked
over slowly. He smoothed his thin dark mustache, giving them
a shrewd smile before turning away.
"Can you take him?" Nabiki desperately asked Tosa.
"Take him?" he replied. It almost sounded like a joke.
"Nabiki, he's going to eat us alive."
"There you go giving up on me again!"
"Look who I'm up against!" snapped Tosa gesturing
towards him. "He's won sixty-two out of sixty-three cases,
and the only one he did lose was a mock trial during final
exams in college."
"Well if you know his background so well then you should
be able to find a way to defeat him!"
Tosa shook his head. He sat back, laughing lightly to
himself. "I should know a lot about him. I used to be part
of his firm."
"This can't be happening to me," muttered Nabiki.
From one of the side doors appeared twelve judges. The
Bailiff announced them and everyone rose as they stood next
to their seats at the bench behind the Prime Minister's
chair.
"Boy these guys look mad," Nabiki whispered to Tosa,
noting the slight scowls on their faces. He motioned for her
to be quiet, then the strains of the Imperial Anthem sounded.
From the same door entered the Prime Minister. His
elderly features held everyone in a commanding gaze, casually
gazing about the room stopping abruptly upon Nabiki. She
swallowed lightly as his eyes narrowed at her.
"His Imperial Majesty!" announced the Bailiff.
The Prime Minister and Magistrates turned facing the
Emperors throne as the Emperor appeared. He took his place
on the throne, and the court bowed. The music stopped, and
court was called to session.
Retaking their seats, a tense silence passed while the
Prime Minister and the Magistrates examined papers.
Suddenly, he looked up.
"Let us begin," said the Prime Minister.
"Nabiki Tendo," called the Bailiff.
The two officers standing behind Nabiki walked up to
either side of her, and she nervously looked over at
Kurisawa. He nodded lightly, and she stood up. Escorting
her to the center platform, Nabiki stepped up facing the
court officials.
The Court Clerk read off the charges. "Nabiki Tendo,
you have been charged with the following; Terrorism;
attempted murder of his Imperial Majesty; attempted murder of
the Prime Minister; attempted murder of a high official of
the government of Japan; sedition against the government of
Japan; and Treason."
He set down the charges, locking a withering stare on
her. "How do you plead?"
Nabiki swallowed the lump in her throat. The silence
returned, everyone in the room eagerly awaiting her reply.
"Not guilty," she answered.
A murmur passed through the House of Councilors; a
cascade of camera flashes dotting the room. Court was
quickly called to order and it grew silent once more.
Steepling his hands before him, the Prime Minister
regarded Nabiki for a moment.
"Miss Tendo," he said. "The charges against you are
very severe. You realize each one of them carries a sentence
of death if you are not able to prove innocence."
"But I am innocent!" Nabiki pleaded desperately. "I
tell you, Mister Prime Minister; your Majesty, I'm innocent.
You've got to believe me!"
"That is for your lawyer to prove, Miss Tendo."
The Prime Minister looked over at the Prosecutors table.
"Mister Masuda, are you ready to begin prosecution?"
Masuda stood up. "Yes, Mister Prime Minister. I am
indeed," he replied in a smooth, level voice.
Nodding, the Prime Minister gazed over at Kurisawa.
"Prosecutor for the Defense. Are you ready to begin this
trial?"
Tosa stood up. "Not fully, Mister Prime Minister," he
answered.
Apparently not what the Prime Minister, or the rest of
the court for that matter wanted to hear, his intimidating
stare burned deep into Kurisawa's soul.
"What seems to be the delay?"
"I, I need more time to gather statements from several
witnesses."
"And why have you not done this beforehand, Mister
Kurisawa?"
"I was only placed on this case yesterday morning, sir."
Anger flashed briefly across the Prime Minister's face.
He shifted slightly, cutting a sharp glance over at the
Minister of Police seated in the first row just behind the
Prosecutors table.
Turning, he muttered something to the judges. They
deliberated their options among themselves for a minute.
"Mister Kurisawa, who are you trying to gain as
witnesses for this trial?" asked one of the judges.
"Tatewaki and Kodachi Kuno, sir," replied Tosa.
The mention of the Kuno name surprised even the Prime
Minister. To associate the esteemed family with this case
brought new interest and concerns to the minds of those in
the room. Further deliberation resulted from Tosa's answer,
then the Prime Minister held up a hand ending the discussion.
"How much time will you need?"
"It depends, sir. I have not been able to locate the
Kunos at their home."
Lieutenant Kira arched a brow at the news.
"Is their testimony vital, Mister Kurisawa?" asked the
Prime Minister.
"Extremely, sir."
The Prime Minister deliberated more on the request. He
knew what was being asked would only prolong the case, and
there was strong sentiment amidst the Diet to close this
nasty affair as soon as possible. Turning, he looked to the
Emperor for guidance.
The Emperor was also aware of the sensitivity and
embarrassment this trial brought with it. He held up a
finger.
"One day, Mister Kurisawa," said the Prime Minister.
"You have until this time tomorrow to find the Kuno's. With
or without them, we will start this trial."
"But sir, I--," began Tosa, but the stern look from the
Prime Minister stopped any further protest. "One day, sir,"
he said.
"Court will resume this time tomorrow," announced the
House Speaker. "Nabiki Tendo, you will remain in detention
without opportunity of bail."
After the Emperor, Prime Minister and the Judges
departed, a throng of reporters moved closer as Nabiki was
cuffed and lead down the aisle back to jail. Tosa walked
beside her, fending off the forest of microphones and camera
lenses being thrust at them.
"Some lawyer you are," muttered Nabiki once they reached
the outer steps.
"Be thankful I got that much time, Nabiki," replied Tosa
with a sneer.
"Yeah, you could have fought just a bit harder for
more."
Tosa grit his teeth. He fought back the angry words in
his mouth, wondering why he even stayed on with this case.
The rear door of the police car was opened and the officers
placed her inside. A fearful look replaced the once angry
expression on Nabiki's face as the door slammed shut behind
her. Her gaze never left his as the car rolled away.
"I'm a sucker," muttered Tosa, nervously running a hand
though his hair as he set off back to his office.

* * * * *

The crowd of spectators were still moving to the exits
from the House of Councilors; Lieutenant Kira, Ken Homa, and
Wanabe Tamigari waiting patiently for things to settle down.
Lieutenant Kira sat deep in thought as his two proteges
talked about the turn of events.
"What are they waiting for?" asked Ken. "That bitch is
all ready for the slaughter. Why are they allowing the
Defense Attorney more time?"
"You heard him," replied Wanabe. "He needs to get his
witnesses together."
"Bah! Just stalling. Wasting time and extending what
should have been over in under an hour!"
"Calm down, my overly grumpy friend." Tamigari regarded
him humorously. "If you can pull it off, just go down and
shoot her. Save us all the trouble of a trial."
"Too good and too swift," answered Ken. "I want her to
know when she's facing death."
"No mercy?"
"For what she and her cronies tried to do? None."
Tamigari chuckled lightly. He glanced over, noting the
deep look of thought on Lieutenant Kira's face.
"Something wrong, boss?" he asked.
Oneda leaned back. Tapping his index fingers lightly
against his bottom chin, he did not respond right away.
"The Kunos," he finally said. "How come we have not
been able to locate them?"
"Were we supposed to?" asked Homa.
Looking slowly over at them, Oneda placed a questioning
stare on them. "Silly question, Ken. For something like
this, I would think we would be searching all avenues and
possibilities."
Ken scratched the back of his head, grimacing lightly at
the sharp words. "Well sir, the case is pretty much out of
our hands and--,"
"And we did not think it necessary, sir," Tamigari cut
in.
"Not a good thing to do, gentlemen."
The two detectives started, smarting from their mentor's
remark.
"Uh sir, we can go to the Kuno home and ask where we can
find them," said Ken.
"Yes, that is a good idea," replied Lieutenant Kira. He
made a thoughtful glance up at the ceiling once more.
"Nerima is becoming a very interesting place. I think
we need to dig deeper into its secrets."
Suddenly, Tamigari's cell phone rang. Answering it, he
listened for a moment, then held it out to Oneda. "For you,
sir," he said. "An Officer Kado?"
Lieutenant Kira took the phone. He listened intently as
the police officer on the other end started talking.
"Really? When and how long ago was this? Ahuh, ahuh...
Another disturbance? Who was involved?" he said.
Wanabe and Ken traded looks, wondering what the
conversation was about.
"And you're sure it was her? Okay, I want you to place
a guard at her door and outside in the parking lot,
understand? Keep me posted on her condition every two hours,
or if something drastic happens. I'll be in touch later, and
thank you for the information."
Lieutenant Kira folded the phone, handing it back to
Tamigari. "From your expressions you'd like to know what
that was all about," he said to them.
"We are still involved with this case, sir," answered
Homa.
Oneda laughed. "That was the officer in charge of the
Furinkan district of Nerima. He was doing a little bit of
research on our list of suspects."
"Something of interest, boss?" asked Wanabe.
"Oh yes. Seems there was a lot of activity in his
district yesterday. Several street brawls around the
shopping market involving one of our suspects; Miss Shampoo."
Ken's face lit up. "So she's been located!" he
exclaimed. "I'll gather up my men and--."
"Don't bother, Ken," Oneda said. "She's vanished, and
coincidentally so did her accomplice, Mousse."
"Mousse. Who's he?" said Wanabe.
"Apparently her boyfriend. There was also a fracas
outside a movie theater complex involving Miss Kasumi Tendo
and Doctor Ono Tofu."
"Let me guess, they disappeared too?" Ken guessed.
"Right, but let's go back to Miss Shampoo. Did you know
that she is the great grand-daughter of another of our
suspects; Cologne?"
Both men looked at him in surprise.
"Wow, talk about keeping it in the family," commented
Ken.
"It gets better. The restaurant that Cologne owned
exploded yesterday as well."
"Exploded?" said Wanabe in disbelief.
"Quite a coincidence, eh?" replied Oneda.
"You don't think so," said Ken.
"No. It is being attributed to a gas main leak, but I
don't buy it for a moment."
"Thinking about this Marcus character again?"
Oneda nodded. He paused refiguring his next actions on
the case. Casting a quick gaze around them for any unwanted
eyes or ears, Lieutenant Kira motioned his two men to move
closer.
"This is between us, gentleman. If this was an attempt
on Cologne's life, then whoever it was failed." He paused
allowing his words to register in their mind before
continuing.
"Cologne was brought in to Furinkan General Hospital
about an hour ago. She's listed in critical condition, two
shades from death."
"That rules out interrogation any time soon," said Ken.
Oneda's eyes cut briefly over at him. "Yes. Anyway, I
don't want anything to happen to her. Nobody knows she's
still alive but us, and the people who delivered her to the
hospital. Officer Kado is going to place a gag order on his
people. This will stay between us, clear?"
"Yeah, boss," replied Wanabe.
Ken scratched his head. "So uh, you want one of us to
go over and sit bird dog on her?" he asked.
"No. I want you two to first go to the Kuno estate and
see if you can find out where Tatewaki and Kodachi went.
Then break out your list of suspects and visit every one of
their homes. Glean as much information out of their friends,
relatives, anybody who would have even the slightest notion
of their whereabouts."
"That's a long list, boss," said Wanabe.
"Then get started. I'll be waiting for the results of
your findings."
"On our way," said Ken.
The two detectives departed; Lieutenant Kira watching
them go for a moment before getting up. There was somebody
he had to visit first, somebody who needed a little pep talk
before things got seriously out of hand.
Chapter Ten

Disturbing news, thought Renon as he shut off the
television screen. Returning it into it's slot above, he
swiveled around staring in deep thought out into space.
The court is aware of the Kunos, he continued, tossing
it around in his mind. A grand mistake that could spell
disaster if they are allowed to testify in Nabiki's defense.
Asaiko has not reported in with news of their demise, and
that meant she had not succeeded yet. It was time to give
her another call and find out what the delay was.
Looking up, Marcus paused to observe Akane's reaction to
the news that her sister had been arrested and standing trial
for crimes she had not committed. The woman sat at the
center of her cage, legs pulled up tight to her chest with
arms wrapped around them. She rocked slowly back and forth,
staring out the bars towards the windows.
"Nabiki will not be cleared of those charges, Akane," he
called up to her.
Akane said nothing, turning her back towards him.
Renon was not about to be ignored. He lowered the cage
until it hung scant inches from the floor allowing him a
perfect view of her. The withering silence gnawed at Akane.
She felt his eyes on her back, finally losing her patience.
"Will you stop staring at me like that," she said.
"Why? I can do what ever I like to my pets," answered
Marcus.
"I am not your pet!"
Renon smiled. Getting up, he went over to the cage.
"Akane, accept your fate. Ranma is now my obedient
slave, your father and both of Saotome's parents at my mercy
to do as I see fit. It will be only a matter of time before
Kasumi is returned to me."
Akane's head snapped around, a vicious scowl on her
face.
"You stay away from Kasumi!" she yelled, lunging for
him.
She slammed up against the bars with a loud ring; arms
outstretched mere inches from Renon's face. He laughed,
amused by her attempt. Finally, Akane's cry gave way to a
long sob. She cried slipping down to the bottom of the cage,
defeated.
"You will get over that desire to kill me, Akane," said
Renon. "Once it sinks in that there is nothing you can do to
stop me, you will co-operate. Who knows, I might even get
you a bigger cage. Would you like that?"
"Go to hell, Marcus!" shouted Akane.
Marcus stepped back. "My, my, such a nasty temper," he
said.
The waif of cloves caught Renon's nose, and he looked to
the main doors to find Yun-Fong standing there smoking
another of his cigarettes. The wizened features of the old
sage were turned down in a mask of slight dissatisfaction.
"Yun, and how is Happosai?" he asked him.
Yun-Fong took another draw from his cigarette.
"Happosai is resisting, but I will soon have him dispelled,"
he replied.
"Good. I hope you will finish him soon. I'd like to go
on with other task I have planned."
A slight twitch marked Yun-Fong's left eye. "I will
take care of Happosai, Renon Marcus. That is guaranteed."
"I trust you, Yun-Fong."
A feeling of tension passed between the two men. Yun-
Fong suddenly blew out a stream of smoke. It formed up into
the shape of a flying dragon and fluttered up to the ceiling
before dissipating.
"Your treatment of that young lady," he continued,
gesturing towards Akane with his cigarette holder. "I did
not know you were so demented, Marcus."
"I suppose the same could be said of your handling of
Happosai, my dear friend," countered Marcus.
Another twitch, Yun-Fong placing the cigarette holder
back in his mouth. "Hmm," he sounded.
"You have objections to the way I handle my pets, Yun-
Fong?"
"No. I just wonder about your ways." He turned heading
back out the door. "I must go check on Happosai," said Fong
as he closed the door.
Renon found himself feeling uneasy with the old sage.
Yun-Fong was a valuable asset to him, his vast knowledge a
wealth much greater then any monetary value that could be
placed on it. But the old man was showing signs of weakness,
and that made him possibly dangerous if pushed the wrong way.
In the cage, the shuffle of Akane's robe could be heard
as she stood up. She glared at Renon.
"It seems that not all of your employees see you in a
good light," Akane said.
Renon cut his eyes over at her. "I would control that
barbed tongue of yours."
He reached into his jacket; Akane tensed expecting to be
shocked. Instead Marcus pulled out a cell phone. He paused,
noting the white coloring of her knuckles as she gripped the
bars nervously.
"You see. I control everything in this estate,
including your life," he said.
Akane let her hands fall to her side. She turned away
moving for the far side of the cage. Renon laughed.
"I must check on my other associates now, and visit my
remaining pets, Akane." A press of a button on the table
started the cage back up. "Don't worry. I'll be back and we
can resume our talk. They're quite entertaining."
Akane shuddered, fear holding her tight in its grip as
Renon's demented chuckles faded away.

* * * * *

Through the brush and forest, Asaiko and her Ninja army
moved steadily following the trail left by their fleeing
quarry. They were not to far ahead now, every new sighting
more recent then the previous by several minutes. It would
not be long now before one of her people would spot the
elusive Kuno's, and then the kill would be made.
The hunt sent tingles of excitement through her body.
Every thought, every image of seeing Kodachi impaled at the
end of one of her weapons drawing that much more adrenaline
from her system. To kill that thieving bitch, satisfaction
beyond her wildest dreams.
Stopping near a tree, Asaiko knelt to where Miska and
one of the ninja's knelt examining a broken twig. The ninja
looked at Miska and held up two fingers.
"They are close," Miska said to her. "five, ten minutes
max."
Nari smoothed her right brow. "Quickly, we must get
them before they reach the back road leading to the railway
station," she said.
A low beep sounded from Asaiko's pocket. Her cellphone,
she told Miska to press on.
[Hello?]
[Asaiko?] answered Renon Marcus's voice.
[Ah, Doctor Marcus. I've been meaning to call you.]
[With good news I hope?]
[Just about. The Kuno's are being overtaken as we
speak. I will soon have them.]
[Asaiko, I know I told you Kodachi was yours to see and
do as you feel, but I must ask that you eliminate them
immediately now.]
A brow arched slightly. [Is there some urgency, Doctor
Marcus?]
[Yes. I dare not carry this conversation on too long,
but they must be killed and quickly.]
[You're spoiling my fun, Doctor,] said Asaiko annoyed by
the change of plans.
[It must be, Asaiko. Be quick and no slip-ups. I'll
call later.]
Marcus hung up leaving Asaiko pondering her new orders.
That seriously soured her mood, but the chance to kill
Kodachi remained and that was all she really desired.
Tatewaki and his servant were of no consequence.
She smiled. The kill would be made soon, and she was
going to enjoy every moment of it.
Setting off through the brush, Asaiko laughed cynically
as she rushed to rejoin her teams.

* * * * *

Breaking out of the trees Sasuke stepped carefully out
into the center of a dirt road. He looked up then down the
road before motion to the Kuno siblings hiding in the trees
that the coast was clear. Tatewaki stepped out; Kodachi
maintaining a close distance behind her brother.
"We seem to have made it back to some semblance of
civilization, Master Kuno," commented Sasuke.
"I will be pleased once we make contact with somebody
who can help us," replied Tatewaki.
"I would settle for a hot bath right about now," added
Kodachi.
Tatewaki smirked at his sister. "Your mind still has
not comprehended what is happening to us, Kodachi. Has it?"
"Asaiko Nari is nowhere's near us, my brother."
"We cannot be assure safety until we are sitting inside
a police station under heavy guard."
"Then might I suggest we press on, Master Kuno?" said
Sasuke.
Tatewaki agreed, and as they started walking down the
road the sound of a vehicle could be heard approaching.
Instantly, the trio dashed back into the brush.
"Tachi, why are we--," Kodachi started to say, but
Tatewaki held up a hand signaling her to be quiet. The sound
grew louder, gears shifting like that of a truck or heavy
vehicle. Around the bend appeared a land rover. Emblazoned
on its dark blue colored door was the crest and seal of the
National Forestry Service.
"Stop!" cried Tatewaki springing from his hiding spot.
Barely did the driver stop. The rover skidded mere
millimeters from his legs. Out the drivers side stepped a
uniformed park official.
"Are you crazy!" he shouted, striding angrily up to
Tatewaki. Sasuke and Kodachi appeared and the man stepped
back thinking some sort of trap was in the works.
Tatewaki sensed his suspicions. "Relax, my good man,"
he said. "We are in need of some help which I believe you
can provide."
"Help. Are you lost?"
"No."
"We're being chased by incorrigibles!" exclaimed
Kodachi.
"You are?" replied the attendant. He doffed his cap,
scratching his head confused. "I was not aware that brigands
were loose in these hills?"
"They're not `Brigands'," Tatewaki said. He flashed his
sister a brief smirk before attempting to explain their
situation.
"We have run afoul of certain people who want us dead."
"Yakuza?"
Tatewaki hung his head. "No, they... let's just say we
are not in her, I mean their good graces. Now can we trouble
you to provide us a ride to the nearest police station?"
"Of course, of course!"
The Attendant beckoned them to get into the rover. As
he climbed back in behind the wheel, he reached down, taking
the mic from the portable radio on the dash.
"Oh, a smart thinking man," commented Kodachi.
Sasuke opened the door and Tatewaki started to get in.
A sharp crash stopped him, and he looked over to see the Park
Attendant gurgling in pain. He clutched the shaft of an
arrow lodged deep in his throat; blood frothing out of his
mouth. Two more arrows slammed into his chest and Kodachi
screamed.
Up in the surrounding hillsides, Tatewaki spotted Asaiko
Nari relaxing her stance lowering the bow in her hand. She
smiled, then with a light nod signaled for her ninja teams to
attack.
"Run!" shouted Tatewaki.
Sasuke hooked an arm around Kodachi's waist pulling her
off into the surrounding forest; Tatewaki a few short steps
behind. A swarm of bodies crashed through the trees in hot
pursuit shortly thereafter, then Asaiko arrived. She skidded
to a stop next to the landrover and it's now dead operator.
"Miska!" she called. Asaiko's henchman quickly appeared
at her side. "Have the body burned, the vehicle destroyed.
Leave no traces."
Miska bowed, moving off.
Asaiko sneered in the direction that the Kunos took,
letting out a light growl.
"Delays," she muttered moving on to rejoin the pursuit.

* * * * *

Pushing back his troubled thought for now, Renon Marcus
walked down a corridor in the lower parts of his castle
estate towards a room at the far end. There, three of his
men stood guard ready for any disturbances from their
prisoners inside. Without losing step, Marcus told them to
open the door.
Soun Tendo, Genma, and Nodoka Saotome stood with thick,
double wrought iron loops mounted on wall locked tight around
their ankles and wrist, keeping them immobile and helpless.
With his appearance, Genma and Soun both shouted angry curses
and obscenities at Renon.
Allowing them to rage for a moment, Marcus cut his eyes
over at the guards standing next to him. Several sharp blows
to the stomach with the butts of their weapons silenced the
two men.
Soun recovered, shooting a furious stare at Renon. "You
bastard!" he raged, chest heaving. "Release us!"
Marcus smirked. "Demands from you?" he asked, giving
the guard covering him a slight gesture of the hand.
The barrel of the automatic slammed across the top of
Soun's head. He cried out as a flurry of blows followed.
Genma tried to aid his friend, but Renon lashed out kicking
him in the chin.
"STOP IT!" called a firm commanding voice.
Renon and the rest of the men in the room stopped
startled by the order. They stared at Nodoka in silence,
then slowly stepped away from Soun and her husband.
"So, I believe we have not had the honor of meeting yet,
Mrs. Saotome," said Renon. He ran a seductive gaze over her
figure, liking what he saw.
Walking over, Nodoka's steady gaze remained locked on
him as he closed.
"Allow me. I am Renon Marcus, Doctor Renon Marcus.
Welcome to my humble home, Mrs. Saotome."
"I am not pleased to be here, Mister Renon Marcus,"
replied Nodoka.
"Ah, " trailed Renon. "There's that fire I've noticed
in your son. I do not think it would matter who fathered
your child, all the qualities stem from you."
He looked over at Genma. "However, your choice of
partners leaves much to be desired."
Genma looked at him with a sneer.
"There is nothing wrong with my `choice' of partners,
Mister Renon Marcus," continued Nodoka.
"Please, call me Renon."
Reaching out, Renon ran his hand gently through the
locks of Nodoka's hair. His move immediately drew a reaction
from Genma.
"Get your hands off of my wife!" he shouted. Genma
strained to reach Renon, and he growled as he fought and
pulled with what strength he had left.
"She is such a delicate beauty, Genma," teased Renon,
caressing the side of her cheek. "A butterfly amid the
backdrop of a green field in the spring. The only credit I
can attribute to you."
A sharp chop to the side of the head stopped Genma.
Renon flexed his hand. "Behave yourself, Saotome before I do
something you will not like," he threatened.
"Genma, please," Nodoka said to her husband.
"I would suggest you listen to her," added Marcus.
"I do not need your help," snapped Nodoka. "Kindly
refrain from beating my husband."
"Only if he behaves," answered Renon. Reaching up
again, Renon started to undo the clasp holding Nodoka's hair
up. She jerk her head back. They eyed each other; Marcus
arching a brow as he drew his hand away.
"I like that spirit," declared Marcus.
"Mister Marcus, Soun and Genma have told me their
affiliation with you concerning an incident involving my son
as well as his friends?"
"Ah yes, that."
Nodoka pressed her lips tight together. She shook her
head, regarding him for a moment.
"They were wrong."
"About?"
"Allowing you to live. I would have killed you right on
the spot. No questions asked."
Marcus started in surprise. "Y-y-you would have what?"
"Killed you. You are a menace, something I liken to
common low-life scum who deserve extinction."
Marcus and his guards could not believe the comments
this tiny woman was making. In light of their situation, she
would at the least show some signs of fear. A silence
passed, then Renon began laughing.
"I said something funny?" asked Nodoka.
"Forgive me, Mrs. Saotome... do you have another name I
may address you by?"
"Nodoka."
"Nodoka," said Renon. "A fitting name for such a
spirited woman."
He paused.
"Release her," he ordered his men. They hesitated,
unsure of what they heard.
"You heard right," Renon ordered again.
One of the guards handed his gun to his partner. He
produced a set of keys, and in a matter of seconds had Nodoka
free. She stood calmly rubbing the circulation back into her
hands; eyes cutting between each of the guards standing
around the room.
"You will not be able to escape, Nodoka. Please do not
try anything foolish. I would hate to have to kill you,"
said Renon.
Hanging her head, it appeared that the woman was about
to cry. Pleased that she lost her resolve, Marcus moved
closer.
"Now Nodoka. Everything is not bad. I'm sure we
can-UUURRRKKKK!"
A flash of steel found Renon staring at the business end
of a katana; Nodoka clutching his throat tight. The guards
reacted safeties snapped off.
Nodoka eyed the barrels pointed at her. She pressed the
blade closer to Marcus's neck.
"Put them down," she ordered. The guards remained
motionless. "Did you hear me. I said put down your
weapons!"
Still, there was no response.
Marcus finally found his voice again. "Uh, Nodoka.
They will not do as you ask," he told her.
"Then I will kill you, Renon Marcus," she replied.
"Please, be my guest. Before you do though, allow me to
explain what will happen to you and your family after my men
overpower you."
The blade inched slightly back and Renon chuckled.
"Once you are secured, Nodoka, my men will force you to
watch as Soun, then Genma, then Akane the sweet child,
undergo vigorous torture. After they expire, your darling
son Ranma will die in the same manner. All painful and very,
very detailed."
Deliberately, Nodoka glanced at each one of the guards
again. The determined, steady gaze in each of them told her
that Marcus's threat was not a hollow one. Marcus regained
his calm demeanor, smiling at her.
"Decisions, decisions my dear lady. Hard, but I know
you will make the right choice."
The grip around his throat loosened, and the blade
slowly came down. Marcus's men guards went for her, but he
waved them back. Nodoka knew what he wanted, her body tense
as she turned the katana grip up, handing it to him.
"No, Nodoka. Kill him!" cried Genma. "Don't worry about
us, kill him!"
"It's your only chance to escape," Soun said.
She heard them, but the deep concern for her friends and
family outweighed her own safety.
"Take it," she said contemptuously.
Renon took hold of the weapon. Holding it up, he
studied the fine craftsmanship and delicate weave adorning
the grip. "Very fine work, Nodoka," he said, testing the
sharpness of the blade with the edge of his thumb. He eyed
her figure again, arching a mischievous brow.
"So delicate, and so deadly. A treasure to cherish."
To the surprise of those around him, Marcus handed the
katana back to her.
"I am going to allow you to keep your little toy,
Nodoka. Proof that I wield control over you, and everything
around me. Total, and absolute control that even you will
come to acknowledge."
Nodoka appeared calm, but the fury burning hot in her
eyes could not be concealed. A trembling hand took the
katana from Marcus, returning it back in the hidden sheath of
her sleeve.
Marcus draped an arm about her shoulders. "Now that was
not hard to accept, was it Nodoka?"
"Get your filthy hands off my wife!" raged Genma,
struggling to reach him again.
"Genma, because of your charming wife I've allowed you
and Soun to live longer than I should. Mark my words, her
good graces will protect you only so much. Anger me, and you
will feel my wrath."
"You're not man enough to face me, Marcus!" replied
Genma. "Undo these things and we'll see whose wrath is
worse!"
The invitation was tempting. Renon thought better of it
and brushed it aside. "We will play some other time, Genma,"
he said, leading Nodoka to the door.
"Enjoy your stay, gentlemen," he said as they walked out
the cell.
The heavy door was locked shut, Nodoka staring at it in
silence for a long minute, helpless to do much more. Marcus
called to her and she turned around.
"I will allow you to move freely about the upper levels
of my estate. That includes the surrounding grounds," he
said. For a brief second his eyes narrowed; voice going low.
"Do not try to escape. Do you understand?"
Nodoka glared at him, shooting hot daggers into his
heart. She stepped boldly up close getting eye to eye with
the man.
"Understand this. I will kill you, Renon Marcus. That
is something you will have no control over."
Renon hid the sudden rush of fear that ran through his
body at the threat on his life. No one outside of known
circles had ever dared to level such statements that this
woman was making. He drew back and thought about her words,
then laughed.
"Charming," said Renon, draping his arm about her
shoulders again. "Now let me show you around. I am sure you
will find my home very interesting."

* * * * *

Akari's head turned slightly to one side away from a
couple walking up the sidewalk towards her. Nervously, she
waited until they were several steps past before continuing
on towards the Veterinarian's office where she hoped the
doctor there could help P-chan.
It was hard for her to maintain a nonchalant demeanor,
and she realized that if she kept on purposely avoiding
peoples faces, eventually someone would catch on. Without
Katsunishiki to protect her, she was helpless and Ryoga would
die.
Two men appeared at the corner and Akari stopped. They
stood looking casually around then one stopped, pointing at
her. She blanched, swallowing her fear, but decided to move
on. Ignoring their stares, Akari walk towards them.
The tension built inside Akari. She pulled her bundle
with P-chan in it close to her chest.
"E-excuse me," she said politely walking past.
The two men watched her walk by, glimpsing the snout of
the small pig the woman carried. Exchanging looks, they
shrugged it off and went on about their business.
Akari made the next block unhindered. Her relief could
not be described, and she felt the energy in her legs wane
after such a close call. Even if they were not the ones
searching for Ryoga, it still filled her with dread and fear
uncertain who to trust or not. Up ahead was the Veterinary
and Akari picked up her pace.
Inside, Akari went straight up to the receptionist desk.
"Please, I need to see a doctor. It's an emergency!"
she said to the nurse manning the station.
"What type of animal?" asked the nurse.
Akari folded the blanket back showing her P-chan. The
little piglet let out a weak moan, eyes briefly fluttering
open before rolling back.
"You see! He's just about gone!" cried Akari.
"Tch, tch, tch," sounded the nurse, shaking her head.
"Poor thing. The best you could do now is put him out of his
misery from the way he looks."
"No! No, not my Ryoga!" Akari started, clasping a hand
across her mouth. Her eyes cut from side to side, searching
for any reaction from the other customers around her.
"Uh, I mean my little P-chan," she corrected herself.
"Now dear, I know you love your pet, but there comes a
time when--,"
Akari burst out into tears. "Pleaassee!" she pleaded to
the nurse.
The nurse paused briefly, then picked up the phone.
Moments later, a tall man wearing a white smock walked in.
"Where?" he said to the nurse. She pointed at Akari and
he walked over.
"Can you help my P-chan," said Akari as he took the
piglet from her.
Several hem's and ahs followed; the doctor arching a
brow while examining P-chan.
"Um, well I don't know," he replied. "Seems the best
thing to do is put your little piglet out of his--,"
"NO!" exclaimed Akari again. Her sobbing increased.
"Miss?" called the doctor. She looked up.
"You've got to save him. I'm begging you, please," she
said.
The doctor stared at her, then glanced over at the
nurse. "Have Room Eight prepared," her said to her.
Akari could not contain her joy. She hugged the doctor
tight, sobbing into his chest.
"Whoa, calm down, Miss," he said. "Your little friend
is not out of the woods yet."
Akari looked up. "Can you save him?"
The Doctor gave her a friendly smile. "I'll do my
best."