Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Family ❯ 5 ( Chapter 6 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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


Hello again!

Another installment of Unwanted Reunion for the reading masses.
Yes, things are still tight for Ranma and his friends, but there is
hope. Read on and see what has developed so far.

{Standard Copyright Disclaimer here}

A much deserved thank you to "Kayu-chan" for the rapid C&C. I really
appreciate the support and assistance.

Now, let's get past this collar and get on with the show...






















Ranma 1/2

DARK FAMILY

Part Three:

`Unwanted Reunions'





Nicholas Stone









































When The Bough Breaks.

Chapter Fourteen

The sun barely shined over the horizon and already it was
turning into a bad day for Renon Marcus. Sitting silently at the
head of his dining room table, he pondered the fate of his three
assassins detailed to eliminate Cologne.
Kneeling before him, the ninjas endured Renon's withering
stare; Sapparo standing behind them clearly furious of their
failure. Renon shifted, sitting forward.
"So, Mousse stopped all three of you from completing your
task," he said.
The leader of the mission spoke up. "Yes, sir. He was not
expected to be there."
"Pitiful excuse," snapped Renon. "One man, just one man
stopped three of you?"
Yamaguchi, seated in the chair on the other side of him,
suddenly interjected on their behalf. "If I remember Suin-Tan's
report, Doctor Marcus, Mousse did fight his way through more than
just three of our people when we first started this."
Marcus sneered, slowly looking back at his assistant.
Itchioni shrugged innocently.
"They still failed me," said Renon. "And I'm not much of a
morning person. Bad news only darkens my mood."
A laugh cut the air. They all looked up at the gold cage
suspended in the rafters above. Akane Tendo pulled herself up
into view peering down at Renon.
"Well I'm not much of a morning person either, Marcus," she
said, "but this definitely makes my day."
Her insult sent hot flashes of anger through Marcus's eyes.
He looked curtly over to Sapparo. No words were needed,
Yamaguchi realizing that Tendo's barb sealed their fate.
Giving them a tap on the back, Sapparo bowed leading them
out the room.
"Another setback, Itchioni," said Renon, sitting back.
Steepling his fingers before him, Marcus went into deep thought.
"We must move to relocate Mousse, Tofu, Kasumi, and those missed
in our first sweep."
"We are scouring the city, doctor," answered Yamaguchi.
"Our leads are very few."
Renon turned to face him. "Search harder," he said in a
menacing tone.
Itchioni swallowed his fear, nodding quickly in
acknowledgement.
A light knock on the door sounded. In walked Renon's
personal cook carrying a tray full of food. He set it down
before Marcus and left.
"Ah, just what I have been waiting for," said Marcus.
Yamaguchi arched a brow at the multitude of food on the
table. "Uh, I guess dinner was not enough for you last night,
sir?"
"Huh? Oh, no, no, Itchioni. All this is not for me. I
plan to have a guest. A very important guest."
"Ranma?"
Renon paused. "No. Interesting, but no," he replied. A
leering grin appeared briefly on his face, thoughts reflecting on
the nights activity. "Oh, that reminds me. Please go up and...
restore Saotome for me, Itchioni."
Itchioni let a brief frown pass on his face. His eyes
glanced up at Akane, noting the dark glower she gave Marcus. If
she ever got out of that cage, he thought. Just then the dinning
room doors burst open, Suin-Tan storming in. His face was turned
down with displeasure.
"Doctor Marcus, I understand Mousse was relocated last
night," he said.
Renon arched a brow. "Briefly. He thwarted my
assassination of Cologne--,"
"Mousse is mine!" shouted Suin-Tan, slamming his fist down
on the table top. Renon's hands scrambled to control the plates
and dishes rattling on the tray.
"Whoa there, Too-Tall," said Yamaguchi rising up from his
chair.
Suin pointed a menacing finger at him. "You stay out of
this," he snarled.
"My ass," snapped Itchi, reaching into his jacket and the
gun holstered at his side. Renon held out a hand stopping him.
He waved for him to calm down then stared at Suin-Tan for a
moment.
"He was yours. Somehow you allowed him to slip out of your
grasp."
It was not intentional, Doctor," answered Suin. "If you
will allow me to go back and--,"
No," said Marcus firmly.
Suin-Tan's fist tensed, sinew and cartilage creaking as he
fought to stay his hands. Suin-Tan slowly made his way around
towards them. Yamaguchi stepped back, but Marcus sat watching
with not a worry in his mind.
"Doctor, I will find and kill Mousse. Just give me the
chance," begged Suin-Tan.
Renon casually reached into one of his robes pockets pulling
out what remained of his Ginsukou Root sap. He held it up to the
light examining its consistency. "I said no, Suin-Tan," he
finally said.
"But Doctor--!"
Renon's head snapped sharply over, his dark withering glare
stopping Suin in mid-sentence.
"Would you like to know why I'm not allowing you to go back
to Nerima?"
Suin-Tan slowly nodded.
"Because, my burly friend, my agents told me that Mousse was
shouting out your name at the top of his lungs."
"That miscreant has dared to challenge me! I'll--,"
"You will do nothing. By now the police have your name
firmly entrenched in their minds. They already have visual
descriptions of you, why allow them the chance to disrupt my
operations, hmm?"
Suin-Tan could not answer him.
Marcus set the vial down on the tray. "Your Visa is
registered with one of our cover companies. I already have
people working to fix this little problem, but for now Suin-Tan
remains here. Clear?"
Suin's forlorned gaze remained fixed on the table top.
"Suin-Tan," Renon said, narrowing an eye.
He looked up. "I must--,"
"DO-NOTHING!" snapped Renon, thrusting a finger at him.
Suin-Tan refrained from further comment; Renon's biting
stare pressing home his point. He drew in a deep sigh and shook
his head.
"Much better," continued Renon. "Now you have Shampoo like
we agreed. This small setback will rectify itself."
"And what of Mousse's challenge to me?" asked Suin-Tan.
"It will be taken care of."
"Cologne?"
"It will be take care of, Suin-Tan," Renon said again.
Displeasure filled Suin-Tan, Renon could see. The hulking
man glanced up at the ceiling running his hands briefly back
through his hair, letting out another deep sigh. His eyes
briefly stopped on Akane; her humored grin creasing his nerves.
It was not like him to ever turn down a challenge, but Marcus was
right.
"My apologies," said Suin-Tan low. He bowed backing away
and left the room.
Yamaguchi felt relief flow through him. "Boy, would that
have been a mess," he said. "I don't think my nine here would
stop him."
Renon smiled at him. "Carry a bigger gun," he said.
Akane's sudden laughter made them pause. Renon smirked,
turning his attention back to the meal before him.
"And what is it that you find so funny, Akane?" he asked,
picking up the vial once again.
"It's good that your cronies are now beginning to see all
the flaws in the great Doctor Renon Marcus."
Renon unscrewed the top off the vial. "And how are my
`Cronies' seeing flaws in me, Akane?" said Renon, pouring the
contents into one of the cups of hot tea.
"They're beginning to see what a tyrant you are," answered
Akane. "Egotistical, conniving, a blatant liar." She cupped a
hand to an ear. "Oh, are those the sounds of discontent in the
ranks I hear?"
Akane sneered back down at him. "It's only a matter of time
before one of them breaks that ugly face of yours, and I'll say
it will be long overdue."
Yamaguchi started surprised by her words. He looked at
Renon expecting the Doctor to be rising angrily from his seat.
Instead, Renon sat calmly stirring the sap-laden tea thinking
about her comments.
A chuckle, Marcus smiling lightly. "Words of desperation,
Akane," he said. "You are sadly mistaken about my people. As
for your misfounded description of my character, I'm not unlike
anyone else in the world." He paused to chuckle more, looking
back up at her. "In fact I would akin my character to someone we
both know. Someone we've come to... heh, heh, heh, care about?"
The humor fell from Akane's face. "Ranma is nothing like
you, Marcus!" she growled down at him.
"I would not say that," replied Renon, turning around.
"There is nothing comparable between you and Ranma,"
continued Akane. "In fact there's one trait I'm glad he does not
have that you possess."
"And that is?"
"At least he's not gay."
Renon's head snapped sharply up, eyes transfixed on the wall
across the room. All movement ceased from him; Yamaguchi taking
a deep swallow that could be heard in the suddenly quiet dining
room.
Akane started laughing again breaking Marcus from his shock.
His eyes cut over to his assistant, motioning for him to leave
with a sharp wave of a hand. The door had barely closed when
Marcus reached into his pocket.
ZZZZAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!
AAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Aka ne's cry filled the room, her body thumping down to the
bottom of the cage. Renon listened for any moans, but instead
she started laughing again.
"... what's... what's wrong... marcus? Th-th-the truth...
hurt?"
ZZZZZAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
Her cries filled the room again, Marcus pressing down
several seconds longer than normal. He stopped, listening for
Akane's moans. She let out a brief groan, then continued
laughing much to his annoyance. Another shock passed through the
cage, followed quickly by another until Marcus felt satisfied
she'd had enough.
Akane was silent.
Renon clapped his hands expectantly together.
"Now it's time for breakfast," he said, picking up the tray.

* * * * *

Amateur Hiku found
In the Yomiuri Shimbun:

A snake struck
From dark places
Deadly, vicious, ruthless

Lieutenant Kira strode towards his office ready to continue
his investigation on the Tendo affair. Last night's information
from his two proteges warranted a closer look into the case,
especially finding the missing Kunos, Kasumi Tendo, and the rest
of the so called Tendo terrorist gang.
From his desk, Wanabe looked up from the paper he read.
"Hello, boss," he said cheerfully.
"Morning, Tamigari," replied Oneda. "Good job on the data
collection yesterday, both of you."
He stopped, glancing over at Ken Homa's desk. "And where is-
-?" he began to ask Tamigari.
"Should be here," answered Wanabe. "We both came in
together."
A yawn from the main door; Ken stretching as he entered
carrying a cup of coffee in his hand. "Oh!" he exclaimed
spotting Lieutenant Kira across the room.
"Uh, hello boss."
Oneda arched a humored brow at him. "Morning, Ken. Like I
was saying to Tami, good job on the research you both did."
Ken made his way over to his desk and sat down. "Thanks
boss, but those late night jobs really kick my butt."
Lieutenant Kira laughed. The phone in his office suddenly
rang and he went to answer it.
Tamigari waited until he was out of earshot before looking
over at Ken. "It's a good thing the Lieutenant didn't ask us
what we did after work," he said, smiling.
"Woo, is it ever," answered Ken. "I think I'll cut back on
the Sake from now on."
"Yeah, knowing you though you'll be--."
"WHAT!" shouted Lieutenant Kira from his office. Ken and
Wanabe traded startled looks then bolted for his office. Inside,
Oneda stood clutching the receiver of his phone tight to his ear.
He stared incredulously at the wall listening to the voice on the
other end of the line.
"Why was I not notified of this immediately? I don't care
what time of the night it was, I made it very clear that her
safety was of high importance to me!"
Again the two detectives traded looks, wondering what had
Kira so spun up.
"Yes, yes, I'll be right down!"
Lieutenant Kira slammed down the receiver. "Get you coats,
gentlemen," he said striding quickly for the door. "We're going
out."
"Where are we going, boss?" asked Ken following him as he
passed.
"Furinkan General Hospital. There's been an attack on Ms.
Cologne."

* * * * *

Speeding through the streets of Tokyo, the three detectives
arrived at Furinkan General Hospital a short time later. They
ran up the steps pressing their way through the police guarding
the surrounding grounds. The Chief of Furinkan's police force
met them at Cologne's room and filled them in on what happened
earlier that morning.
Lieutenant Kira listened close to the events, eyes cutting
about the room noting the damage. Cologne still lie in her bed
fresh bandages and IV's maintaining her slender hold to life. He
moved closer, gazing down on the unconscious woman's features.
"Geesh, how the hell did she manage to avoid getting
killed?" asked Ken, looking around at the broken tables and
equipment.
"Pure luck," commented Tamigari. His eyes spotted a katana
lying amidst the debris, and he knelt to examine it.
"We left much of the room the way it was found," explained
the Chief of Police. "That apparently was one of the weapons lost
during the fight."
"And witnesses say a younger man was seen running from the
scene moments after the fight?" asked Lieutenant Kira.
"Yes, sir. The nurse on duty said it was one of their new
interns."
"An Intern who can fight," said Ken. "What luck this old
woman has."
Oneda smirked. "Did you not have a guard posted here?"
The Chief's expression went somber. "He was found...
murdered, Lieutenant," came his reply. "Body left inside one of
the cleaning gear closets."
Anger passed through Lieutenant Kira. He pressed his lips
tight together, gazing around at the scene again.
"Ken, go and interview that nurse again," he instructed
Homa. "Glean more details from her, especially a description of
our missing intern."
"Right boss."
Thinking a second, Lieutenant Kira turned to Tamigari.
"Question the rest of the patients and see what they heard or
saw."
"Got'cha, boss."
Oneda waited until Wanabe left before facing the Chief. "I
thought only we knew about Cologne's presence?" he said low.
Scratching his head, the Chief could only shrug. "My people
were under orders not to tell a soul, Lieutenant. Besides
myself, there are only three others who knew."
"And the ambulance drivers? The rescue teams that pulled
her out of the rubble?"
"I questioned them. They were clueless."
Oneda placed a hand to his chin, thinking hard. Something
was wrong, Cologne's whereabouts had been restricted information
so how did anyone find out? Phone tap perhaps? Maybe one of
those `clueless' people knew more than they should. He
discounted his last thoughts. No, this smelled like a leak. An
inside job that could only have been generated from--.
Gasping lightly, Lieutenant Kira's eyes went wide as a cold
thought passed through him. Disbelief was all he could think as
he went to the door and stepped out. His eyes cut slowly from
side to side around the hospital halls; eyes that narrowed
watching Ken and Wanabe question the witnesses.
"Chief," he called over his shoulder. The Police Chief came
up and Oneda reached into his pocket. Scribbling several
instructions down on a pad of paper, he tore it off and handed it
back to him.
"Follow those instructions to the letter. Do everything on
it personally. Only you and I need know of this. Understand?"
"Yes, Lieutenant," replied the Chief.
He read the paper, then started to leave when Oneda placed a
firm hand on a shoulder. "Just us," he said emphasizing his
words with a serious gaze. The Chief nodded.
AS the Chief departed, Lieutenant Kira resumed his
observations. Letting out a low hum, he pondered his next moves
wondering how the cards were going to play out in the near
future.

* * * * *

Ryoga's breaths seemed to be normal, but Akari could not
tell if the treatment the Veterinarian provide was working or
not. For all she knew he'd drifted into a deep coma, the
stillness of his body unsettling.
All through the night she watched and cared for him; warming
his body when he shivered, wiping his forehead when the sweat
built up on his forehead. Finally, during the early morning
hours, Ryoga stopped showing signs of sickness. Akari sat by the
large futon bed, eyes transfixed on Ryoga's face. Through the
door Katsunishiki walked in with the morning paper in his mouth.
The Sumo pig set the roll down next to her and let out a light
grunt.
"No, Katsuni," Akari sadly said. "Ryoga still hasn't moved
an inch."
Katsunishiki gazed upon Ryoga's inert form. Gently, he
leaned over and nudged his legs trying to gain a response.
Nothing happened.
"Oh, Katsuni," said Akari, hugging her pig tight about his
neck. Her tears started flowing freely down her cheeks. She
drew back and wiped them dry, looking down at Ryoga again.
"No... no I must have faith," she said. "Ryoga will be
alright I just know it."
Akari's own words sounded weak even to her. She still held
on to her hopes though, ready to endure thick and thin no matter
what happens. Forcing aside all doubts, Akari picked up the
paper. Maybe there would be something in here that could tell
her what was happening around Nerima the last few days.
"You know, Katsuni. If those thugs ever get around to
finding us, we might have to carry Ryoga back into town," she
said as she unrolled the paper.
"... no...," came a weak voice.
"No? Why Katsunishiki. I think Ryoga will be better off--
."
Akari's eyes went wide, the paper in her hands folding
sharply down as she looked at Ryoga.
"Ryoga?"
A flutter of an eyelid, then Ryoga slowly opened them. They
cut over to her, then he grunted lightly trying to turn his head.
"RYOGA!" cried Akari.
She hugged him tight, her sobs echoing loudly in Ryoga's
ears. Ryoga let out a groan, pain shooting through his stiff
joints and limbs.
"... akari, sweetheart... you're, you're killing me," he
said.
Sitting back, Akari let out a low gasp. Their eyes met
briefly, then Akari was overcome by emotion. "Ryoga!" she cried,
hugging him tightly once more.
Grief, thought Ryoga, enduring her death grip around him.
He managed a smile, arms embracing her about the waist. They lay
there for a few minutes longer, then Ryoga managed to find his
breath.
"Akari, I'm happy to see you too, but could we at least sit
up?"
Akari drew back, and with some effort helped Ryoga to sit
upright on the bed.
"Ryoga, Ryoga, are you alright?" asked Akari frantically.
"I was so worried about you. I thought you would die and leave
me all alone. I knew you wouldn't do that to me! I was--,"
Ryoga placed a finger to her lips, stopping the woman's
frantic rambling. "I have a very serious headache right now," he
said.
"I'll get you some aspirin," said Akari, dashing off for the
medicine cabinet.
Dizziness made Ryoga swoon slightly. He placed a hand to
his forehead waiting for the feeling to pass. A grunt made him
look up. Katsunishiki stared close, wondering if he was alright.
"I'm okay," said Ryoga. He patted the Sumo Pig gently on
the cheek. "Thanks for saving me, big guy."
Katsunishiki grunted again, cheer at Ryoga's recovery
sparkling in his eyes. Akari returned carrying a glass of water
and two aspirin in her hands. She handed them both to Ryoga, and
he swallowed them down.
"Thank you, honey," he said leaning back with a sigh.
Akari sat down. She took his hands in hers, concern written
on her face. "Ryoga, who were those thugs trying to kill you?"
she suddenly asked him.
It was a question Ryoga did not expect so soon, or wanted
Akari to get involved with. "Damn," he muttered. Ryoga tried to
let go, but Akari's grip tightened.
"I want to know, Ryoga," she said.
"No you don't," he answered her.
"Don't you get all mysterious on me, Ryoga Hibiki," Akari
said. Her eyes narrowed, face full of determination. "If you've
gone and done something stupid, I want to know."
"Stupid?" replied Ryoga. "Akari, for all I know there's a
deathwish on me by somebody I've not a clue who or why!"
The outburst sapped strength from him. He started slumping
forward but Akari caught him in her arms. She hugged him tight.
"I'm sorry, Ryoga! I should not be so stubborn, but I'm
worried about you," she said amidst her tears.
"You did nothing, Akari," he whispered in her ear. She
hugged him tighter, drawing a deep grunt from him. "Honey, you
just don't know your own strength."
"I'm so glad you're alive. Ryoga promise me you will never
ever, ever leave me. Ever!"
A hard promise to make Ryoga knew, but he felt the same
about her. He cuddled his head next to the side of hers, letting
out a long sigh of relief. "I'll always be here for you, Akari,"
he said. "You're the only thing that keeps me going."
Akari's eyes went wide. "Oh, Ryoga," she said, crying
openly. "I love you!"
"And I love--,"
Ryoga stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes caught sight of
the paper lying open on the floor behind them. He read then re-
read the large headline, unable to believe what it said.
Desperately Ryoga reached out trying to pick it up, but Akari
prevented him from doing so.
"I've still got you, darling," she said, ignorant to what he
was trying to do.
In his current condition, Ryoga could not fight against her.
He grimaced straining harder.
"Ryoga, you must be in so much pain."
"Uughh... paper," he said.
She did not hear him. "I'll get you a doctor. I promise."
"P-p-paper!" Ryoga said again.
Katsunishiki noticed what he was trying to do. Letting out
a grunt, he nudged Akari on the shoulder. She sat back asking
the Sumo Pig what he wanted. With her hold removed, Ryoga
slumped to the side. He grabbed the paper and pulled it close.
"Ryoga?" said Akari, but he did not answer. Slowly, Ryoga
sat up, the paper held before him. He was strangely quiet for a
long while.
"Akari, how long has this been going on?" he asked.
"What?"
Ryoga turned the paper around showing her the headline. It
read: `TENDO TRIAL TO BEGIN TODAY', in bold writing.
Akari's jaw slowly sagged open. "I-I don't know. I really
have not been paying to much attention to anything but you."
Ryoga turned it back around. He continued reading the
story, then a frown appeared.
"Nabiki a terrorist? No way."
Akari sat next to him reading the line he was referring to.
"Nabiki actually tried to kill the Prime Minister?" she said
reading on.
Sparks when off in Ryoga's mind, dark and fearful thoughts
that drew a shudder from him. The nightmare from so long ago had
resurfaced to haunt them once again.
"Marcus," he muttered, the name tasting foul in his mouth.
"Oh shit."
Akari looked up at him. "Who's Marcus?"
He hesitated. "The man trying to kill me," he finally said.
Akari drew in a gasp.
"I knew we should have turned him in," continued Ryoga.
Anger stared building inside, a sneer curling his lips. Taking
another brief scan over the words, Ryoga started crawling for the
edge of the bed.
"I've, I've got to go and help... Nabiki," he said.
"Ryoga, no!" cried Akari. She pounced, landing on his back.
He let out a growl as the force of her body drove him down.
"Get off me, Akari!" he said.
"I will not, Ryoga Hibiki. You are in no shape to be moving
about."
Katsunishiki rushed around to bar his way.
"But you don't understand, Akari. I've got to go. Nabiki
is being framed by Marcus!"
"And what about those thugs, huh? Don't you think this
Marcus will be looking for you!"
Ryoga stopped struggling, Akari's words hitting home. He
clenched his eyes tight fist banging hard on the floor. Slowly,
Ryoga's fury subsided turning into a long sob. Akari held him
close.
"It's okay, dear. Let it go," she said, rocking him gently.
He finally stopped and lay in her warm embrace for a moment.
"That bastard," he muttered.
"Shh," sounded Akari. She guided him back to the head of
the bed. Reluctantly, Ryoga allowed her to pull the covers back
over his body. "Now you rest and get better. The trial is in a
few hours anyway. We can call the police and you can tell them
she's innocent."
"They won't believe me," he replied. "Look."
Ryoga pointed to his name under the list of suspects printed
in the paper. Akari grimaced lightly, reading the rest of the
names.
"There are a lot of our friends on this list, Ryoga," she
said.
"I know."
Ryoga wondered what he could do now. With the police
searching for him, it appeared Marcus had covered every avenue of
escape. No doubt he had his hands in everything, making simple
contact with the authorities risky. And now with Akari involved,
he knew her life too was at risk.
There was only one thing to do, and that meant turning
himself in directly to Tokyo Police Headquarters, a trek that
would require him in some semblance of normal if he were to make
it alive across Nerima.
Akari could see the frustration in his eyes. She knelt down
next to him. "Ryoga, please rest. We'll think of something."
"But will it be in time?" he said.
She took a hand in hers. "I know you will. Now relax. I'm
going to fix you a nice meal. Something light that won't be
rough on your stomach."
He smiled. "Yes, I could use something to eat right now."
Akari got up. Stopping at the door she turned around.
"When I get back, you can tell me all about this Marcus, okay?"
Ryoga's brows furrowed together, but he nodded.
Giving him a knowing look, Akari turned to Katsunishiki.
"Watch him," she said before heading off to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Nodoka's dreams were filled with troubling images of her
family enduring torment after torment under Renon Marcus's hand.
She could hear his devious laughter echoing around her, helpless
to do anything but watch. Nodoka smirked, then awoke with a
gasp.
Lying on her back in a lavish queen-sized four post bed,
Nodoka's chest rose rapidly with each breath. The blood pulsing
through her veins felt hot, and she wiped away the beads of sweat
that had built up on her forehead.
"Allow me," said a voice from the side.
A towel appeared over her. Nodoka let out another gasp
pulling away. Turning onto her side, she found Renon Marcus
seated next to the bed. Instinctively, she pulled the covers up
concealing her body from him.
"Please," he said holding the towel out towards her.
Nodoka snatched it from his hand. Wiping her brow dry, she
set it down on the nightstand behind her and sat up.
Marcus's eyes roved across her body, lust dancing at the
back of his mind. "Nodoka, I must say you look much better with
your hair down," he said.
"I would appreciate if you would not sneak into my room like
that," she said, ignoring his compliment.
Careful to keep the sheets tight around her, Nodoka slid off
the bed stepping onto the cold floor. Her eyes remained locked
on him; Marcus watching her grope around for the clothes she had
draped on the chair behind her. A quick glance found them gone.
"I took the liberty of having them washed while you slept,"
said Renon. He went over to the closet and pulled back the
sliding door. Nodoka's kimono and undergarments were inside.
"See? All safe and sound."
She smirked. "Do you mind if I wash and dress in some
privacy, Renon Marcus?"
Marcus bowed, backing away allowing Nodoka to retrieve her
clothes. Angrily, she strode into the bathroom. The door slid
shut behind her with a loud slam, Marcus flinching with the
sound. He snickered lightly and went to prepare for his next
round with the resistive woman.
After a long purposeful soak, Nodoka finally reappeared
fully dressed. Expecting the mad doctor to be waiting outside,
she carefully peered out fearing an attack, Marcus was not in the
immediate vicinity. A pleasant smell suddenly caught her nose.
Mmm, she sounded, drawing in a deep breath. Fresh bread, a
hint of fried or scrambled eggs, baked fish?
Nodoka's curiosity took over. Following the smells, she
found herself out on the balcony where Renon Marcus sat waiting
for her. He smiled.
"I brought breakfast, Nodoka. Would you honor me with your
company?"
She had to admit the spread on the table looked good. A low
growl from her stomach ended any hesitations. Taking the seat
across from him, Nodoka drew in another breath. A pause, eyes
cutting from side to side, then she arched a brow.
"So, Renon Marcus. What foul deeds to you intend for my
family and I today?" she asked.
Renon laughed. He took up a napkin, draped it across his
lap then proceeded to eat his meal. Nodoka did like wise, and
they ate in silence for several minutes.
"I've deemed nothing `foul' upon you, Nodoka," he finally
answered.
"I am not worried about myself, Mister Marcus."
"Renon. Please, Renon."
"In any case, I am more concerned about my family and
friends."
"I see," said Renon. Pausing, he gazed thoughtfully up at
the sky, tapping the ends of the chopsticks lightly against his
chin.
"Your `husband' and his pathetic friend have been put to
more effective work around my grounds. Probably the first
constructive thing they've done in their lives."
Suppressing her annoyance, Nodoka let the insults pass.
"And of Akane?"
"My little pet is safe," Marcus brightly replied.
His answer did not sound confiding, but at least the girl
was not harmed. Narrowing an eye, Nodoka leaned slightly
forward. "And Ranma?"
"He is... how shall I put this, under control."
"Under control?"
Marcus did not answer, but the devious look he gave her said
more than any explanation. Nodoka's worries increased, hidden
barely inside herself. It took every ounce of self-control to
keep from killing this man outright, but she knew that would be
very foolish.
At least for now.
Forcing a light smile, Nodoka resumed her meal. "So, why is
it that a man of your intelligence and skill would be such an
evil person?" she asked between bites.
Renon smirked. "You and Akane have such the same opinions
of me?" he replied.
"That should tell you something, Renon Marcus."
He started slightly. "Okay, one for you, Nodoka," he said.
Nodoka finished her meal. Taking one of the danishes from
the pastry tray, she picked up her hot cup of tea. Renon fought
back any reactions not wanting to give away his dark intentions.
His hopes ran high, excitement increasing the beat of his heart
as she started bringing the cup up to her lips. Having Ranma was
an experience in itself; taking his mother would be the crowning
achievement. Who knows, the thought of watching her kill Genma
was not out of consideration.
Nodoka started to tip the cup back, then pulled it away.
"When do you plan to release us, Renon Marcus?" she suddenly
asked.
"Uh... release you?"
"You do plan to release us, hmm?"
Renon frowned, sitting back. "Nodoka, I cannot allow any of
you to leave here in the bad relationships we have now."
"So you plan to kill us all?"
"No," he said. "I offered your son a job, a good job mind
you. He had the nerve to turn me down."
Nodoka smiled. "I'm proud of him," she said taking a bite
from the pastry in her hand.
"Stubborn, and such a mistake," responded Renon.
She set the danish down. "So you went and somehow seduced
him and the rest of his friends, am I correct on this?"
"I `employed' them, yes."
The woman was silent, thinking for a moment. She started
bringing the cup of tea back to her lips; Renon eagerly watching.
"So confusing," she said, setting the cup down on the table.
He let out a low sigh of frustration. "And what is so
confusing?"
"Why they did not kill you," answered Nodoka. "It is so
obvious that you needed extermination. What was Genma thinking?"
Marcus stared at her in disbelief. "There you go again with
those threats on my life. Nodoka, are you that ruthless?"
"Ruthless, no. Efficient, yes."
"Mrs. Saotome, I offered your son a lucrative job. One that
right now, right this very moment, would have resulted with he
and Akane living a life of extreme luxury. Instead, I have to
resort to this. If blame must be placed, your son bears quite a
large share of it."
"My son is not a Yakuza thug, Renon Marcus."
"I am not Yakuza, Nodoka."
"Whatever you are, Ranma has higher standards and regards
for those around him. He holds dear to him things such as
honesty and fairness; things I dare say you and your employees do
not possess."
Marcus could feel his anger starting to rise. "Words like
that might get others injured, Nodoka," he said in a stern tone.
She smirked. "Look at you. Cowering behind innocents."
"Cowering?" hissed Marcus through grit teeth. He leaned
menacingly forward.
Nodoka was undaunted. She met his gaze with a determined
look. "My words were clear," she said.
Tension followed; Marcus regarding the stubborn woman. He
let out a short laugh and sat back. Briefly looking her over
again, he let out another, breaking into a series of short
chuckles. Nodoka found herself chuckling as well. She relaxed
and sat back picking up her cup of tea.
"You are such a wonder, Nodoka Saotome," said Renon. "I am
truly intrigued by your resistance."
"As well you should be," she replied bringing the cup up to
her lips. "Oh yes. There is one more thing," Nodoka said,
pausing.
Renon crossed his arms. "And that is?"
Nodoka held the cup of tea over the side of the balcony.
She let go and Renon's eyes went wide. He sprang from his chair,
peering over the side watching as the Ginsukou laden tea soaked
into the grounds below.
"Nice try, Renon Marcus," continued Nodoka. "You did not
think I wouldn't be able to recognize the smell of Ginsukou Root
sap, did you?"
Marcus was stunned. He stood eyeing her incredulously, then
sat down. Nodoka suddenly stood up. Taking her table napkin,
she began piling the pastries on it, tying everything into a
bundle.
"What are you doing?" asked Renon.
"I'm going to feed my family, Renon Marcus. I'm sure you
are not taking proper care of them."
Picking up the food, she started to go then briefly stopped.
"You will never control me, Renon Marcus. Never." Nodoka told
him.
She continued on, Renon glaring at her. Before she could
open the doors to her room, Marcus called to her. Nodoka turned.
"I will prove to you, Nodoka, that I control everything here
in my grounds. That includes you."
She gave him a wry look. "Not likely, Renon Marcus," she
answered.
As the door closed, Marcus sat back, tapping the tips of his
fingers together in silent annoyance.
"We shall see, Nodoka Saotome. We shall see."

* * * * *

Mixed thoughts and emotions went through Yun-Fong's mind.
He crouched quietly in the darkness of Happosai's cell, smoking
his third cigarette in the last ten minutes. Troubles tore
through the elderly sage, a fierce battle between the light and
darkness of Yun-Fong's soul vying for control.
In his prison sphere, Happosai's weak form lay at the bottom
after so many hours of Yun-Fong's twisted torture. Withered skin
hung loose about the old man's frame, eye set gaunt in their
sockets. What little energy remained could sense Yun-Fong's
mood. Happosai raised his head slightly.
"...fffffooonnnggg," he trailed.
Yun-Fong looked over surprised by Happosai's voice. He
remained silent, wondering if the old man was just not
hallucinating.
"f-f-fooonggg... I... I know you are... there," Happosai
croaked in a raspy voice.
Fong stepped out of the shadows. He stared down at
Happosai's weakened form, then knelt closer.
"Still alive, Happi," he said. "I deprive you of all your
strength, run you through hours of unending torture, but still
you cling to life. What does it take to destroy this demonic
form of yours?"
Happosai managed a short laugh. "Yun-Fong... I am more of a
man than... you think I... am."
"That maybe true, Happi, but I will break your spirit and
send you to hell where you belong!"
Happosai suddenly placed a hand up on the glass. He pulled
himself up, limbs shaking from the stress and pain. Getting eye
to eye with his captor, Happosai glared at him.
"This is not why I called you, Yun-Fong," he said.
"Oh?" questioned Fong, arching a brow.
Happosai coughed then settled, body heaving from his
exertions. "These children around us. The one's Marcus is
putting through his deviant vices."
"Yes?"
"You've got to help them."
Yun-Fong frowned. He leaned back taking a long drag from
his cigarette. "Why should I?"
Happosai pressed up closer to the glass. "They don't
deserve what is being done to them! You know this; I can feel
your emotions! You must stop Marcus before he kills one of
them!"
"What Marcus does to his prisoners is of no concern to me,
Happi," replied Yun-Fong.
"It is of concern to you!" shouted Happosai. His outburst
brought on another fit of coughs. Happosai grip slackened and he
slid back down to the bottom of the sphere. He was silent and
Yun-Fong thought it was the final end for the old sage. Slowly,
Happosai's head looked back up to him.
"... they're good... kids, Yun-Fong," he said weakly. "...
futures... futures bright. ...much like yours and mine back
when... we were young."
"If you can remember correctly, Happi, it was I who was the
good one not you."
Yun-Fong started pacing. "You and your demented soul where
the cause for my suffering, remember? Your nightly raids on our
prefectures; thefts of foods and clothing; blatant humiliations
before all who trusted me to keep peace and honor in the
community."
"Yet you kept... kept yourself honor bound to them despite
all that happened, Yun-Fong. Even after they exiled you. Why?"
Fong stopped. He thought back to the day of his dismissal,
the angry stares the people cast upon him as he walked out of
town leaving his family and friends behind forever. Yet he held
no hate, no urge of revenge upon them.
Yun-Fong looked down at Happosai. "Why, you ask? Because
it was my duty."
"Then is it not your duty to assist those in need now, Yun-
Fong?"
The sage was silent, but Happosai could see the dark
expressing etched on his face pondering his words.
"Help them, Yun-Fong," continued Happosai trying to sway his
decision. "You know Marcus is wrong. End this madness."
Yun-Fong smirked. "Again, you almost succeeded, Happi," he
said, drawing in a long pull from his cigarette.
"Fong, listen to me!"
"No!" Yun-Fong curtly replied, cutting him off.
The sage blew a thick stream of smoke into the sphere,
forming into the coils of a large snake. It quickly entwined
itself around Happosai, and the old man let out a cry struggling
in its grasp.
Yun-Fong smiled as Happosai's form was enveloped, cries and
screams echoing around the cell walls. Turning, he started to
go, then stopped as Happosai's words returned to his mind. He
glanced briefly back, then quickly departed.
Chapter Fifteen


Yamaguchi stepped into Renon Marcus's grand bedroom and
looked around. There was no sign of Ranma, the king sized bed
empty. Quietly shutting the door behind him, Itchioni carefully
stole up to the side. All of the sheets and quilt covers were
scattered about and for a moment it appeared that Saotome had
left on his own.
Suddenly, a low faint sob emanating from behind one of
Renon's large bureaus. He followed the sound around the back and
abruptly stopped.
Huddled in the furthest corner away from the bed lay Ranma,
still in his alter form. Ranko shook and shuddered, wrapped in
nothing but a bed sheet, eyes clenched tight from both the pain
from the poison, and the anguish from her ordeal at Marcus's
hands. She was still fettered in chains; Yamaguchi finding
himself feeling angry for what happened.
"Ranma," he called to her.
Ranko did not respond at first. She slowly looked his way,
tears streaming down her face. They said nothing for a moment,
then Ranko turned sharply away.
"Leave me alone!" she said amidst her sobs.
Yamaguchi knelt. "I would like to, Ranma, but unfortunately
Doctor Marcus would like to see you in your original form," said
Itchioni.
"W-w-why? H-hasn't he done enough hu-hu-humililation to
me?"
It became hard for Itchioni to control himself. "I think he
just wants you back to normal, and see that you are still alive."
Ranko violently shook her head. "Noooo!" she wailed,
curling up as a sharp spasm tore through her stomach. "I don't
want to go. I don't want to see him again!"
"You have no choice."
"Then you might as well shoot me now. I'm not going!"
Yamaguchi paused. "I could do that," he finally said. "But
then what will that do for Akane?"
Ranko stopped crying. She shifted around staring at him
lost, unable to reply. There was no choice as Yamaguchi said.
Closing her eyes, Ranko leaned back resting her head on her
knees.
"Will this madness never end?" she muttered low.
Itchioni placed a gentle hand to the side of Ranko's face
tilting her head back. With a slight nod, he said, "Yes. Yes it
will, Ranma."
Ranko was speechless. One of Renon's men treating her this
way was certainly out of norms, but the softness of his eyes told
her that he meant what he said. Sadly, she broke out into sobs
leaning into his arms.
Allowing her to finish, Yamaguchi drew back. He tipped
Ranko's chin up to him. "Faith," he said, giving her a knowing
smile. "Have faith. Now let us get you cleaned up."

* * * * *

Tokyo Police Headquarters:

"This is quite interesting, Wanabe," said Lieutenant Kira,
reading the report on his computer screen.
Wanabe, seated at the side of the lieutenants desk, had his
face locked on a paper working the crossword puzzle it contained.
Hearing his name, he looked up.
"Huh? You say something, boss?"
Oneda smirked at him. "Yes, I did," he replied, continuing
his scan of the report. "Suin-Tan? That was the name the
witnesses said our mystery intern was shouting?"
"Yes. They clearly heard him screaming and ranting about
something to do in Furinkan Park with this Suin-Tan fellow."
Lieutenant Kira nodded slowly, thinking about this
information. Things were starting to look up on this case, he
thought. Much like a crack in a dike this lead although small,
could turn into a bigger lead if worked properly.
Through the door Ken Homa walked in. "Hey, boss. Got us
some great seats for the flaying of Tendo today," he said,
sitting down in a chair. "Second row, right behind the defense
lawyer's table."
Oneda stopped reading the report and turned around to face
Ken. "You have such a vengeance against Nabiki Tendo, Ken. Why
is that?"
"He's head-hunting," quipped Wanabe, curling up playfully as
Ken made a slight start towards him.
"She's a terrorist, boss," he answered, briefly cutting
looks of death at his partner. "I mean look at her background
fer cry'n out loud! All the markings of a dissident, and this
country does not have the need for these type running around
disrupting our way of life."
Clapping his hands, Wanabe regarded his friend with a
humorous gaze. "Great patriotic speech, Ken," he said. "Are you
planing to run for office sometime?"
"I am serious, Tami!" snapped Ken. "We should have downed
this bitch a long time ago."
"Alright, calm down, Ken," said Lieutenant Kira. "I have
reviewed Tendo's background several times. Yes, she is a
`resourceful' young lady, however; I still cannot think she could
do what she is accused of doing. Don't get me wrong, I have made
errors in my life, but in this instance, no."
Ken let out a huff, sitting back dejected. "It appears cut
and dry. Let's whack her and be done with it."
Oneda's phone rang, cutting off his reply. "Hold that
thought," he told Ken, picking up the receiver. [Hello?]
[Uncle,] replied Tosa Kurisawa. [I have some news for you.]
[Oh?]
[Yes. The trial has been pushed back two hours. Something
about the Prime Minister having to be at a meeting with the
economics committee.]
[Really? Any ideas what the urgency is?]
[Grapevine, the committee leader has changed the rules and
the Prime Minister is not in agreement with him. Looks like
loggerhead time.]
Hmm, thought Kira. [Thank you, Toto,] he said. [I'll see
you at the trial.]
Setting down the receiver, Lieutenant Kira sat back. His
silence brought the curiosity up in his two proteges. They
waited as he thought a minute longer, then Oneda sat up again.
"Wanabe, your paper please," he asked.
Wanabe handed him the paper. The anticipation could be felt
in the room, Ken and Wanabe anxious to hear what suddenly made
their mentor react so strangely.
Lieutenant Kira tossed the paper back over to Wanabe. "Uh,
what were you two planning to do today?" he asked them.
"We were planning to pay a visit on the Gosunkugi's after
the trial, boss," answered Ken.
"Yes. Wanabe, I'd like to get more info on this `Ginsukou'
root."
Wanabe frowned. "I put the information on your computer
this morning, Lieutenant," he answered.
"And I read it, but there is something missing which I can't
place my fingers on."
"There is?" wondered Wanabe. "Well you could call up the
reference from the computers, boss."
Oneda pulled out his keyboard typing in the query. An alert
flashed, and he frowned. "We seem to be down," he said.
"Still?" questioned Ken. He picked up the phone. "Let me
call up there. I'm getting tired of all this down time from
those geek prima-donnas."
"Well while he's finding out what's going on, can I ask what
it was that put you in such a mood, sir?" asked Wanabe.
"Mood?" said Oneda, brows rising with surprise.
"Yes sir. You seem to be enshrouded in secrecy all of a
sudden. I personally noticed it right after we visited Furinkan
General Hospital."
Such a bright young man, Oneda thought. I can remember the
days when I would be so keen, so eager and alert at the slightest
of changes. He laughed slightly.
"Nothing has changed, Wanabe," he answered. "I just have
been rearranging my thoughts that's all."
He certainly hated to lie to his young assistant, but it was
necessary in this situation.
Tamigari sat back. "I hope it is nothing we've done wrong,
sir," he said. The hint of suspicion was in his eyes, Lieutenant
Kira noticed.
"It is nothing, Wanabe. Lots to think about."
A light wave from Ken drew their attention. His face
shifted from frowns to confusion while as he listened to the
person on the other end of the phone. Setting it down, he shook
his head.
"Is there nothing sacred?" he said.
"What's wrong?" asked Lieutenant Kira.
"That intruder we had yesterday. Well it seems he came for
a visit. Or I should say, `they'."
"They?" said Wanabe. "You mean somebody had the audacity to
break into our headquarters?"
"Pirates, eah?" replied Ken.
Lieutenant Kira leaned forwards suddenly interested in this
news. "What did they do?"
"Plugged something into the mainframe. Exactly what I don't
know."
"Did it do any damage?"
"Not as the geeks can tell. Info's still sketchy."
Oneda was up out of his chair, grabbing his coat. "Let's go
take a little walk upstairs, gentleman," he said.
"Something to do with this case, boss?" asked Ken as he
followed him.
"A hunch, Ken. A hunch."

* * * * *

When the three detectives arrived in the computer room, they
were just in time to catch the last moments of a severe dressing
down of the night shift by the section chief. All four women
stood at ridged attention as he chewed, then re-chewed them out
for not being more attentive in their duties. Threats of
discharges were being handed out when Lieutenant Kira came over.
The section chief paused surprised by his visit.
"Lieutenant Kira," he said, bowing respectfully.
Eyeing the four women, Oneda crossed his arms. "Chief, I'd
like to speak with your young--." He stopped registering the
shift sups' features. "Your ladies for a moment, please."
Confused, the section chief nodded and stepped aside.
Lieutenant Kira walked up to the women. "So, ladies. I am--
,"
"We're no terrorist, Lieutenant Kira!" cried Sasuya
Hinokime, dropping to her knees. "We didn't know they were
intruders, we thought they were from the Osaka Department!"
"Please don't send us to Siberia!" begged Kitsu Dagowa,
bursting out into tears.
"I've got a cat, a dog, a, a, a computer at home that needs
meeee," Motoko Narishima whined.
"Ladies!" shouted the shift sergeant. The three officers
quivered silently at Oneda's feet. She gave them an exasperated
sigh, glancing over at him. "Such wimps."
"I can understand their fears," replied Oneda. "Ladies,
please stand up."
Hesitantly, the three officers stood resuming their prior
positions. Telling then to relax, Lieutenant Kira calmly drew a
cigarette from his holder. "Now I'm not here to arrest you. In
fact, I'm curious more than anything else."
He tapped the end of the cigarette on the cover of his
holder. "Would one of you like to tell us about them?"
Sasuya's timid hand rose up.
"Go ahead."
She drew in a breath. "Smoking is not allowed in the
computer room, sir," she said.
Kira's hand froze in mid-tap, a frown appearing on his face.
There came a swift kick to the rear. Saysua yelped spinning
around, finding herself in Kitsu's tight grip of her collar.
"I am not going to Siberia!" she grumbled low, pulling the
hapless woman up until they were eye to eye.
"It's okay," said Lieutenant Kira.
"There was two woman and a man," the shift sergeant said.
"Yes, so I hear. What I'm interested in is what they were
doing here."
Motoko spoke up. "They helped us narrow down our search for
this hacker we had in the system."
"You said helped," Ken said. "You found the miscreant?"
"We got an address," replied Sasuya.
"Really?"
"Yes, sir," Kitsu added. "About an hour or two ago. Sent
the riot squad down to invite him over for a visit."
"Ruthless, just ruthless," muttered Wanabe.
Oneda laughed. "I don't suppose I can get that address?" he
asked.
"We can show it to you, sir," replied the sergeant. "That
is, if we are still allowed to access the computers?"
The Section Chief gave them the go ahead, and they all went
over to the main terminal. Motoko sat down and logged in. In
minutes she had a display on her screen showing the streets of
central Nerima. The picture zoomed in and an address flashed up.
Oneda's eyes went wide.
"Ucchans," he said.
"Hey, that's Ukyo Kuonji's restaurant," added Wanabe.
"You mean the terrorist?" gasped Sasuya.
"Yes, one of our suspects in the Tendo case," Lieutenant
Kira replied.
Ken stared at the screen, then leaned close to Oneda. "Hell
of a hunch there, boss," he said.
"One that paid off, Ken."
Thinking, Lieutenant Kira could not help but wonder why Ukyo
Kuonji would need access to their computers. By the dossier he
had on the woman, she hardly knew how to spell hacker, yet alone
be one. Why the interest, and why would she be so foolish to
leave such a blatant trail.
"Ladies, I'll need you to give my people descriptions of the
three intruders," he said.
"Say, boss. Why don't I go and retrieve the surveillance
camera videos from last night," Wanabe suggested.
"No need," said Motoko. Tapping in more commands, she
opened another window on the screen. "We've got them all on
database archives."
They all watched as she advanced the video to the
appropriate time. The three intruders came into view walking
down one of the lower hallways. It appeared that they were in
some kind of heated discussion, then as their faces came into
focus Lieutenant Kira ordered the playback stopped.
Ken's jaws sagged in disbelief. Slowly, he leaned towards
the screen, pointing a finger at the man in the center.
"Hikaru Gosunkugi," said Ken.
Oneda frowned. "Are you sure, Ken?"
"I can't forget a gruesome looking kid like that, boss," he
replied. Ken's finger drifted over to the woman gripping his
arm. "And I'd bet all of my next years paychecks that's Tsubasa
Kurenai."
A closer look by Wanabe and Oneda brought surprise to them.
"Hmm, the similarities are there... I believe you are right,
Ken," said Oneda.
"If that's the case, who's she?" asked Wanabe gesturing to
the dark haired woman in the lead.
"I don't know," answered Lieutenant Kira. "Definitely not
Ukyo Kuonji though."
"Another accomplice," said Ken brightly. "I'll get this
picture out to the street and--,"
To his surprise, Lieutenant Kira held out a hand, looking
sharply over at them. By the look on his face, the idea was not
going to happen.
"NO picture," he said.
"But boss, we've found another terrorist we've never seen
before. Obviously she knows the Tendo clan otherwise she
wouldn't be there."
"I have to agree with Ken, sir," Wanabe added. "We've got
to let people know about this."
"I said no picture," Oneda replied firmly. The two
detectives shirked back, confused by his sudden anger. "For that
matter, I don't want anyone else to know about this, clear?"
"Yeah, boss," replied Ken.
Lieutenant Kira studied the screen a moment longer. "Ken,
Wanabe. I want you both to go over to the Gosunkugi's."
"Now sir?"
"Yes, now."
The two men traded brief looks of confusion before obeying
the order. When they were gone, Lieutenant Kira turned to the
section chief. "AS of right now, these ladies belong to me." He
said.
The section chief glanced back and forth between him and his
staff. He started to protest, but Kira's penetrating gaze cut
him short. He acceded to the lieutenant's request.
Oneda smiled. "Ladies, I must swear you all to secrecy.
Everything I tell you now and in the future stays within our
group, clear?"
They nodded.
"E'scuse me, Lieutenant," Kitsu suddenly asked. "Why do you
need us if you know who's behind all this?"
"Ah, that is not true," replied Lieutenant Kira. "First, I
need to know what Mister Gosunkugi and his friends did while they
were here."
"We told you, they helped us track themselves down,"
answered Sasuya.
"Did they do anything else?"
"They is a misnomer, Lieutenant," said the sergeant.
"Gosunkugi did most of the work."
"He did?"
"Yes. He loaded the search program, then went in back and
looked at our hardware connections," Motoko said.
"What did he do there?"
She shrugged. "You'd have to ask Sasuya. She was the one
back there with him."
Sasuya's timid expression met Oneda's. "And?" he said to
her.
"Well... I didn't see much."
"What?" snarled the sergeant.
"He had me looking for tools."
"For what?" asked Lieutenant Kira.
"Something about a loose connection. Should have thought
about it though. Fiber optic connections mainly run point to
point, hub to hub. A loose connection would have been easily
noticed."
Point to point, thought Oneda. Sitting down, he leaned back
pondering the information. First, Gosunkugi tried breaking in
through the internet. When that fails, he and his friends dare a
risky visit to our computer system. Why? If they wanted
information, they could have downloaded it. Not likely, this
sergeant would have smite them down in a heartbeat.
No. They needed to modify their access route.
It still seemed strange to Lieutenant Kira why Gosunkugi
would try something like this. If his memory served him right,
the young man was barely able to stand up to his own shadow. Not
counting the mystery woman, Gosunkugi, or Kurenai for that matter
would not have the practicalities to think up a plan such as
this. This move was orchestrated by somebody with a bit more
sense, more perseverance. A smart person who knew when to--.
Of course!
"Ladies," said Oneda, sitting up. "Tell me, can you figure
out what connection Gosunkugi tampered with?"
The three techs exchanged looks, then huddled together
muttering low between themselves. After a few minutes, the
debate ended and they faced him again.
"Yes," said Sasuya.
The sergeant rolled her eyes up, arms held up to either
side. "My girls," she said with a deep sigh.
Lieutenant Kira chuckled. "Excellent," he said.
"You want us to go in and root out his real whereabouts?"
Motoko said eagerly. "We can break that code if you give us the
time."
"No I don't want you to break the code. In fact I want you
to make sure nothing happens to the connection."
The sergeant frowned at him. "So what do you want us to do,
Lieutenant?"
He smiled.
"I want you to send out a message."

* * * * *

Shampoo's tired eyes stared around at the lonely cell she
occupied, eyes that burned from the irritating heat cast down by
a lamp directly above her head.
Suspended still by the thick chains at her wrist and ankles,
Shampoo fought to maintain her sanity, enduring the endless hours
alone at the mercies of Suin-Tan. At least there had been no
forcible misdeeds against her body, but she wondered how long it
would be before Suin-Tan would tire of waiting. The lack of food
and water hurt, adding to her discomforts.
There was no way she would voluntarily give in to Suin-Tan.
Death was preferable no matter how long or painful, it was better
than surrendering to him.
But the long hours alone with nobody to talk to sent shivers
of panic through Shampoo. Never in her life had she been without
anyone around her. Even when it was only her and Mousse, his
presence made her feel secure satisfying the wants and need of
human companionship Shampoo craved.
Suin-Tan knew this, and as a result removed Ukyo from her
cell. Sometimes he would turn off the light and sit in the dark,
watching, waiting for her to breakdown and cry. Eventually, Suin-
Tan's psychological attack would shatter her spirit; Shampoo
being reduced to nothing more than a mere timid slave.
"have to... have to remain... strong," she muttered between
heavy breaths. Every time she felt despair taking over her
thoughts would drift to Ranma, then happier times back in her
home village. But it was Mousse's image that gave her the
strongest resolve. Cologne's chilling apparition, her warbled
words telling Shampoo that he would save her drove away the
darkness inside. As the time went on, even those words were
starting to loose their validity.
The door to Shampoo's cell opened, Suin-Tan stepping inside.
He stared at her for a long moment, waiting until the beleaguered
woman's head slowly came up.
"What you want... now, Suin-Tan?" rasped Shampoo.
He did not reply at first, walking closer. His treatment
seemed to be working, he noted, but when he reached out to touch
her head, Shampoo moved it away.
"So, still defiant eh, Shampoo?" he said.
"Shampoo fight you to end... Suin-Tan. Even if it mean
death."
Her words brought worry back to Suin-Tan's eyes. He smirked
and started pacing back and forth before her.
"That part might just come true, Shampoo," he said.
"Then, then do it and be done with me," she replied.
"No!" said Suin-Tan, surprised by her comment. "Shampoo, I
did not come all this way just to kill you."
"... yet you killing Shampoo... now. Why can't silly man...
make up mind?"
"I am not silly!" shouted Suin-Tan. He charged over and
grabbed her tight by the chin, forcing her head up.
"Damnit, woman! I want you to live and be my bride, but you
keep refusing my advances. This is madness, Shampoo!"
Shampoo struggled in his grasp. "Ranma come! Ranma come
and save me!" she said.
He let her go. "Ranma is already here."
A loud gasp, Shampoo's eyes growing wide. "Ranma... here?"
"And from what I've seen, he's not fairing well with Doctor
Marcus."
The darkness of despair began to fill Shampoo. Its cold
chill rushed through her bones, anguish stabbing at her heart.
"You, you, you lie!"
"No, Shampoo. I would never lie to you."
She could see in his eyes that he told the truth. It all
became too much for her to handle, and Shampoo sagged, crying in
fits.
Suin-Tan reacted as well to her tears. Rushing over he
hugged her tight to him. "Please, Shampoo," he begged. "Please,
agree to be my bride. I will make you happy. You will have
nothing to worry about. Just say you will be mine!"
Shampoo moaned. Tipping her head back as far as she could,
she let out a cry that echoed loud through the cell. "No!"
"Please, Shampoo! Otherwise Marcus might order me to kill
you!"
"NO!" cried Shampoo again. She drew in a breath, sniffles
turning into deep hisses, then without warning slammed her
forehead into the side of Suin-Tan's head. He cried out,
collapsing to the hard floor in pain.
Shampoo glared down at him. "Shampoo never, ever give in
too you, Suin-Tan! I Amazon woman, and I fight until last
breath!"
Slowly, Suin-Tan stood up, the blood from a small cut oozing
down his cheek. He placed a hand to the wound. "You will break,
Shampoo," he said.
"NEVER!" raged Shampoo.
She continued to scream at him, struggling against the
chains. Suin-Tan watched her silently, then with a scornful look
turned and left the room.

* * * * *

Hikaru's fingers tapped the keyboard of the laptop, eyes
peering at the information on the screen. Ono Tofu, Kasumi,
Konatsu, and Tsubasa watched eagerly, waiting for him to finish.
"Okay, doc," said Hikaru. "I'm about done with this query.
We should be able to download in a few seconds."
"Excellent, Hikaru," Tofu replied. "Once we've got the
info, drop offline. I don't want too take a chance of the police
noticing what you're doing."
Gosunkugi flashed him a quick thumb up. All morning the
computer whiz adjusted parameters, rerouted his decoy sites at
the insistence of Doctor Tofu, then started searching through
Tokyo Police Headquarter records for anything on the Nabiki Tendo
case. Finally, after several delays to by-pass passworded files,
Hikaru came across the information they sought.
"Game time," he said. Pressing the enter button, the
digital light on the computer started flickering as the download
commenced.
The gage on the computer screen began to fill, and Tsubasa
let out a long whistle.
"Geesh, that's a lot of data we're downloading," he said.
"Looks like some kind of video file, Tsubasa," said Hikaru.
Kasumi peered at the gage. "How long?" she asked.
"About three more minutes," came his reply.
Patiently, they waited until finally the download completed.
Gosunkugi logged offline then opened up another program.
"So what do we have here?" said Ono, pulling on his glasses.
Running a media player, the first thing that flashed on the
screen was the data entry log.
[Tendo Terrorist file, evidence log #385674: Video archive
from Diet Security System tapes. Detective Sergeant Ken Homa
receiving officer]
"Ken Homa," said Ono lightly above the ensuing quiet.
"Wasn't he the one who arrested Nabiki in the first place?"
"Yeah, that loud mouth on the TV the other day," Tsubasa
pointed out.
The screen shifted to an interior view of a large reception
room where dignitaries and other high class people mingled. The
camera started a slow zoom in, coming around to focus on the
Prime Minister and American President.
"Hey, I remember that night," said Gosunkugi.
Tsubasa smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "You
should, you were there," he said.
"Yeah, but this shouldn't be."
Konatsu smirked. "What, this party?" he asked confused.
"No, this video," answered Hikaru. He turned looking up at
Tofu. "Doc, remember I told you that Kodachi had disabled all of
the security camera video recorders."
Tofu's brows arched up. "Yes," he said moving closer to the
screen. "Yes, Kodachi did do that, didn't she?"
"Well if that is true, where did this come from?" asked
Tsubasa.
Gosunkugi peered at the screen, shaking his head. "I don't
know, but there is no doubt this is from that night."
Thinking, Ono recalled the events trying to pick out every
detail he remembered. "Hikaru, that van," he suddenly said.
"What about it?"
A dark foreboding passed through Tofu. "By small chance,
was it equipped with a VCR?"
Kasumi let out a gasp. "Ono, you think Marcus recorded us
that night?"
"Looks like it, Kasumi. Demented bastard must like watching
his operations."
The camera panned away from the Prime Minister, over to a
familiar face chatting casually with one of the house
representatives. Nabiki turned casually towards the table where
the Prime Minister sat. They could see her marking him, waiting
for the opportunity to strike.
"Okay, this part's wrong too," said Tsubasa."
"Why?" asked Ono.
"Where's Tatewaki? Those two were like Ying and yang that
night."
"At least until Marcus sent them after you, Doc," added
Hikaru.
Konatsu scratched the side of his head. "You guys are
really confusing me," he said. "If this is not what happened,
then are you suggesting the video is false?"
"It can be done in this day and age," said Doctor Tofu.
"Marcus some how malibated this video," Tsubasa went on. "I
can see how Nabiki is implicated, but what about Ranma and the
rest of the gang?"
Stepping away from the screen, Tofu could not readily think
of an answer. Marcus obviously took great pains to set this up,
determined to ruin their lives. He wanted to check the rest of
the files downloaded to the computer, but when he went to ask
Gosunkugi to call them up, he was met by several surprised looks.
"What's happening now?" he asked.
Kasumi pointed to the screen. There the image was still
locked on Nabiki, but now she was talking to another person, one
Doctor Ono Tofu.
"Son of a bitch," muttered Tofu not believing what he was
seeing.
"Hey, Doc. They did a good job recreating your likeness,"
Hikaru commented. "I wonder if they used 3D Studio Max, or Softi-
-,"
Tofu's swat on the back of his head silenced him.
The camera started panning left, panning around until Ranma,
Ryoga, and much to their surprise, Tsubasa came into view.
"This guy just changed the entire night!" exclaimed Kurenai.
Tofu told Gosunkugi to stop the playback. Everyone but
Konatsu sat stunned for a moment, trying to gather their wits.
Marcus had done his dirty work well, and it appeared that his
efforts were about to do them all in.
"Uhm, Doctor Tofu," Konatsu said breaking the silence. "I
wasn't entirely clear on where everyone was when this happened,
but I did not see Ukyo, Mousse, or Shampoo. Were they not
working the crowd too?"
Tofu nodded. "Hikaru, you mentioned something about Shampoo
being kidnapped."
"That's what Mousse said."
"By who?"
Hikaru paused. "Somebody with a strange name. Sunflower
Seed, or Sunburns, I can't remember exactly."
"Please try hard, Hikaru."
Hikaru rested his head on his hands, eyes clinched tight as
he fought to recall the name teetering on the tip of his tongue.
Looking up, it appeared that he had something and they all waited
expectantly for the name to come forth.
"Nope," said Gosunkugi with a sigh. "Just can't think of
it."
While Konatsu prevented Tsubasa from strangling the man,
Tofu and Kasumi sat down at the table. Tiredly, Ono rubbed his
forehead to ease the growing tension inside him.
"Without that name, we've nothing to go on," he said.
Kasumi shook her head. "Could Shampoo's kidnapper have been
the one who gave the police this, Ono?" she asked.
"No, but it looks like she was purposely omitted from the
video." A thought came to him. "Hikaru, are the guest list
included in those files?"
Calling up another program, Gosunkugi read through the data.
He found a file marked `Invitations', calling it up. They read
it over, Gosunkugi conducting a name search for Shampoo.
"She's not on this list," he said.
"Try looking for Ranma," said Tofu.
He did, finding a match in a matter of seconds. They
conducted a further search of everyone involved with that night,
and the results surprised them all.
"No Mousse, no Kasumi, no Tsubasa, Ukyo, or Shampoo," read
Tofu.
"Yet Cologne's is there, along with yours and Akane's,"
added Tsubasa.
Ono strummed his fingers lightly on the table, thinking.
"It fits," he finally said. "It all fits."
"What fits, doc?" asked Hikaru.
"They weren't meant to be involved. Marcus purposely
omitted their names."
"But why, Ono?" asked Kasumi.
"Shampoo was given to somebody by Marcus," he explained.
"Ukyo had visitors who wanted to hurt her. Happosai... I
couldn't even imagine who would want him. No need to say why you
were omitted."
"Hey Doc this is all fine and dandy," Tsubasa cut in. "But
this still doesn't tell us how the cops got this botched up
evidence in the first place."
"Do you have to be so impatient all the time, Kurenai?" said
Konatsu.
"I want to find out as fast as possible, so we can find Ukyo
and the others before something bad happens to her, Konatsu!"
"Settle down, guys," Ono told them. "I think we should
rephrase our query though, Tsubasa."
"In what way?"
Tofu slowly shook his head. Returning to the screen, he
furrowed his brows together. "Anyone could have gotten this
evidence," he said.
"What about those security guards," said Kasumi. "Why
didn't they tell the police it was Kodachi who attacked them?"
Gosunkugi placed a thoughtful smile on his face. Reading
through the files again, he located the witness reports.
"The security guards said that--,"
His break meant something was not right to the others.
"Altered?" asked Tofu.
"Eh, not exactly. One person remembers only a large volume
of white smoke or mist of some kind. That had to be Kodachi's
sleep bombs."
"Go on, Hikaru."
"Yeah, uh another one said they fell asleep."
"In short, these guys are saying they saw nothing," Konatsu
surmised.
"Looks that way," replied Hikaru.
"What about that comment by that detective about an
unsuccessful attempt that night, huh?" said Tsubasa.
"Well, and I'm not sure if this is right, but witnesses say
they saw Nabiki walking out into the Diet grounds shortly before
the end of the summit meeting, then another note here about
security guards chasing her through the Imperial Gardens."
"Now that is wrong," said Tofu. "There was nobody around
when we went after Nabiki."
"Cops have a long list of names here, doc," replied Hikaru.
"Don't think we have time or the luxury to check them all out."
This whole thing was starting to get complicated to Doctor
Tofu. Every time they uncovered a new lead, Marcus seemed to be
there to neatly cover it up. He began to feel like a tiger in a
cage; all pent up with no way to escape.
"I know the police might have been investigating the events
from that night. What I want to know is why they waited so long,
then suddenly and abruptly pounced on Nabiki," he said to them.
"Were they waiting until they were sure she was involved?"
"That or they got something solid that tied her into
everything without a doubt," Konatsu said.
"What, the video wasn't enough?" questioned Kasumi.
"No, Kasumi. It wasn't," answered Ono. "Gosunkugi, what
other evidence does the police have on Nabiki?"
"Just the video, and the guest list," he replied. Scrolling
down, another entry appeared at the very bottom. "Wait a minute,
I missed something here."
Hikaru's eyes went wide. Turning away from the screen, he
leaned against his arm staring out into space. "Oh, doc," he
muttered.
"What is it, Hikaru?"
Gosunkugi did not respond. Instead he pointed back at the
screen.
In full color, for all of them to see, was a photograph of a
S&W 9 millimeter pistol.
The very one Nabiki used that fateful night.
"Oh my," said Kasumi lightly.
Ono could only agree. "Oh my indeed," he said, closing his
eyes in despair.
Chapter Sixteen


A sharp crack on the back from a whip sent Genma sprawling
to his knees, the heavy load of stones on his back tumbling to
the ground.
Behind him, the guard acting as task master laughed
arrogantly at his pain. "Get up, fatboy!" he shouted, cracking
the whip sharply again against his back. "The boss wants his new
sauna deck finished by this afternoon, and you still have several
trips to make to the quarry!"
Genma rose up in shaky legs, the heavy chains fettering him
limiting his movements even further.
"Enjoy your fun, you cretin," he grumbled. "I will get my
chance to show you what this `fatboy' can do to you."
The guard laughed, his companions around him joining in. A
sudden strike stung Genma's cheek. He grimaced, hunkering down.
"You better watch what you say, tubby," said the guard.
"Now pick up those stones and get moving!"
With some effort, Genma retrieved his load and lumbered on
enduring his humiliation. Coming around to the west side of
Marcus's estate, ahead he could see the half finished
construction that surrounded the pool of a hot spring. Seated on
the ground under the close eye of several more guards, Soun sat
chipping smooth the edges of a stone, cutting it square for
placement in the wall behind him.
Dumping his load into the pile, Genma sat down and picked up
a hammer and chisel.
"How many more?" asked Genma, referring to the wall.
Soun took a brief glance over his shoulder. "Hmm, I'd say
about two, maybe three hundred more," he answered him.
"That's about ten more trips for me," replied Genma.
"About that many."
"Hey!" shouted one of the guards. "We said no talking!"
Soun calmly continued with his work. "Young man. If we are
to complete this structure right, then we must talk in order to
achieve what you ask from us."
The baton at the guards side flashed, coming down to strike
Soun across the back of the head. He cried out, falling forward.
Genma cried out Soun's name, starting to rise and aid his friend.
The clack from automatic weapons stopped him in mid-move.
Soun moaned lightly. He raised a hand, gesturing for Genma
to sit back down. Rising up, he rubbed the back of his head,
rubbing the pain from his neck while grimacing sharply.
"That was not called for, young man," said Soun.
A sturdy prod to the ribs made him wince. "I said no
talking, prisoner," growled the guard.
Soun's hateful stare glared up at him. Their eyes met for a
brief moment, then the guard flinched slightly and moved back.
Taking up the hammer and chisel, Soun resumed his work;
Genma joining him. They were like still at it when Nodoka
appeared across the far end of the grounds. Steadily, she walked
towards them ignoring the looks from the guards around her.
Soun caught sight of Nodoka first, gesturing to Genma.
"What is that woman doing?" said Genma.
"It appears she's come to pay us a visit," answered Soun.
"She'll be killed!"
Soun smiled, noticing Renon Marcus standing in one of the
balconies above watching Nodoka's approach with keen interest.
"No, I don't think so, my friend."
Nodoka was a short distance out when the guard in charge
stepped defiantly in front of her.
"No visiting the prisoners," he shouted at her.
Nodoka paused, ignoring his fiery outburst. "Young man, you
will refrain from talking to me so rudely," she scolded him.
He gawfed loudly in disbelief. "What! The prisoners are
not allowed visitors, and some mouthy old woman is not going to
talk to me that way!"
Anger sparkled in Nodoka's eyes, head starting slightly from
the insult. She stepped up eye to eye with the guard. "You will
not refer to me as `old', you young whelp. I will speak to my
husband, so step aside."
Her defiance riled the guards around her. The guard
confronting her started to speak, but Nodoka had had enough.
"NOW!" she shouted.
They all shirked back but maintained their positions around
her. One of the guards looked up, noting Renon's silent laughter
at the situation. He lit a cigarette, then made a slight gesture
for them to allow her to pass. Reluctantly, they stepped aside.
"Nodoka, what do think you are doing?" Genma said to his
wife as she sat down next to him.
"Visiting you, my husband," she calmly replied.
Genma was worried and overjoyed to see her safe and sound.
"Are you all right, Nodoka. Has that bastard Marcus harmed you
in any way. If he has I will--,"
"Genma, calm down," said Nodoka. He did, letting out a long
breath. "I have not been harmed by Renon Marcus."
"That is good."
"Although he did try to subvert me earlier this morning."
"What!" cried Genma, rising from the ground.
Nodoka told him to sit down and he did. His eyes cut over
to Marcus up in the balcony, but he refrained from any outburst.
"I will kill that bastard," Genma growled low.
"That option is reserved, Genma," Nodoka answered. The cold
look at the back of her eyes sent a chill through him.
Opening the napkin, Nodoka handed Soun one of the Danishes.
He eagerly accepted it, diving into the food after several days
of scant offerings from Renon's people.
"Genma," she said, handing him one.
Genma ate like a man possessed, wolfing down the sweet
morsel in short order. Shaking her head, Nodoka handed him
another.
"I can see Renon has not treated both of you properly," she
said.
"(Smack) No, my dear, he has given (snarf) us no chance to
maintain our strength."
"A wise move too," added Soun. "Working us to death like
slaves. Oh, when he is brought to heel I will cherish the
retribution I shall deal out."
"I too, Soun," said Genma.
A silence from Nodoka brought concern to Genma. "What is
it, dear?" he asked her.
She hesitated for a moment. "Marcus has done something to
our son, Genma," she answered. "Something that has kept him a
prisoner."
"Akane?" said Soun, remembering Marcus's threat from
yesterday.
"That, but something much more. I can feel it."
Soun and Genma frowned, trading lost looks. Suddenly,
Nodoka placed a hand on Genma's arm. Her worried face stared
into his, then she leaned against him, trembling.
"There, there, Nodoka," he said trying to sooth her fears.
"I-I cannot do anything to save my baby," she replied amidst
her tears. "Genma, if Ranma or any of you are hurt by Renon
Marcus, I, I ,I--."
"Nodoka."
Genma's stern tone surprised her. Looking up, she marveled
at the steady, confident look on his face. A look she could
remember years ago when they first met. The one that brought her
to his side as his wife.
"Be strong, dear," he told her. "Marcus will be stopped.
We have done it once before and we will prevail again."
He was right she knew. Gently, Genma wiped the tears from
her cheeks. Nodoka relaxed resuming her calm demeanor.
"Now, is that not better?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Good. Besides, I don't want you showing any signs of weakness
in front of that bastard."
Cutting her eyes over to the balcony where Marcus stood, a
light smile came to her face.
"Then I guess we should show him where the strength of the
Saotome clan lies, my husband."
Nodoka's warm lips pressed up against Genma's, surprising
him but for a moment. He pulled her close, their tight embrace
startling Renon. He sneered, angered by this show of defiance,
then made a quick cutting motion to his guards.
"Hey! Your times up, lady!" called the lead guard.
Slowly they parted; Soun humored by the reaction. The
couple stared at each other, then Nodoka stood up.
"Be careful, Genma," said Nodoka.
"As long as you are safe, there is nothing that can harm me,
my love," replied Genma. "Go now, before Marcus has a tantrum."
The two men watched her go; Genma proud of his wife's
undaunted courage. The crack of a whip to the back stung him.
"Back to work, fatboy!" shouted the guard, striking him
again.
Genma and Soun resumed their task.
"Heh, heh, heh, that struck home, Genma," snickered Soun.
"Yes, and I intend to strike even harder once I get my hands
on Marcus... and this asshole with the whip too."
They both started laughing, ignoring the angry gazes around
them.

* * * * *

The Zuchen Twins were mad.
Furious over the way Renon Marcus had berated their
performances in this whole affair, Bien-so and Huuchu-so made
every effort to sway their brother towards leaving the doctor's
services posthaste. Rei however held other plans, and that
included finding Ryoga Hibiki as per their latest instructions.
The three brothers walked casually down one of North
Nerima's suburb streets, looking about for any sign of their
quarries whereabouts. Nor were they alone. Marcus's people
virtually combed every nook and cranny, conducting random
searches around the farms and homes using various ruses and
guises. Although they had not let up since the man's
disappearance, Ryoga Hibiki remained unallocated.
Rei came to a stop at the end of the block, eyes shifting
around. Behind him, Bien-so and Huuchu-so let out sighs of
relief, thankful for this moment of rest.
"Rei," Bien-so said to his elder brother. "Why don't we
njusth call this off?" he asked.
"Yeah, Rei," Huuchu-so said. "This Hibiki guy can't be that
much of a threat."
Rei stood quiet for a moment. The brothers traded looks,
thinking that he had not heard them, then slowly Rei looked back.
"Hibiki will be found," he said in his usual level tone.
"But he's not important to us, Rei," replied Huuchu-so.
"We've got Kuonji. Let's go drag her butt off out into the
woods, have just a small bit more fun with her, then do the bitch
in."
"What dun you say?" said Bien-so.
A smirk appeared, Rei's eyes narrowing. Fear rushed through
the twins as he walked over to them.
"Are you suggesting we `quit'?" he asked.
"Uh, y-y-yeah, Rei," answered Huuchu-so.
A slight twitch of an eye, Rei suddenly reaching out taking
hold of Huuchu-so by the scruff of the neck. Bien-so started to
move out of reach, but in a flash Rei had him by his injured
nose.
Ignoring his brothers strained growls of pain, he pulled
Huuchu-so up close.
"I do not believe my ears. Suggesting that we abandon a
job! Since when have we ever failed to complete any task given
us?"
"Never, Rei. Never!" Huuchu-so frantically replied.
Bien-so started pawing at Rei's arm. "Rei, Rei, pleasethd
led go of mynd noeth!" he pleaded to no avail.
"We Zuchens may have had setbacks, but we have always,
always, succeeded in the end!"
Huuchu-so continued. "Th-that's true, brother, but--,"
"But?"
"Ah, Marcus is literally treating us like slaves now!"
That made Rei pause, but just for a brief moment. "We did
this willingly, and we will finish our commitment to the doctor
as agreed. Am I clear on this?"
Both brothers quickly acknowledged him. Rei let them go.
"Now then. I will need an update from our people on the
areas last searched," Rei said returning to his spot at the
corner.
Bien-so held his nose with both hands, blinking away the
pain. He drew in a deep breath and looked at his twin. Huuchu-
so shrugged and joined Rei.
"Well, if you're so adamant about doing this," he started to
say. Rei's angry gaze locked down on him, stopping Huuchu-so
from uttering anymore negative ideas.
"Like I was saying, our latest information is from yesterday
evening."
"And it is?"
"Not much really." Reaching into one of his pockets, Huuchu-
so pulled out several folded sheets of paper. He read them over
before continuing.
"Most of the lower half of Northern Nerima has been swept.
We've got people on surveillance of the farms around the
countryside. So far nothing in the way of a large pig."
Hmm, sounded Rei, thinking. It would appear to him that
they would have to physically go into every farm and check for
Hibiki and his mystery woman. It would mean attention, unwanted
attention but necessary in light of the situation.
"Anything from around the town?" he asked.
"Nope. A few reports here, a couple or two that turned out
to be false leads."
"Unfortunate," replied Rei. He sighed. "Let's move on and
see if we can find something of use."
"Might as well," muttered Bien-so. "Not gaining anything
standing around here. Wild goose chases are no fun if you don't
keep moving."
Ignoring his brothers angry barb, Rei started crossing the
street. A snicker from Huuchu-so caught his attention.
"Something funny?" he asked.
"Nah. Just this note about some girl carrying a piglet from
the vets. Don't think he fits your `Monster' pig description."
Rei stopped dead in his tracks. "Piglet?" he asked turning
around.
"Yeah."
Rei walked up to him. "Girl?"
Huuchu-so frowned. "Yeah?"
His brother's brow arched up. "Tell me, Huuchu-so. Is
there by small chance an address to that veterinarians office?"
"Yeah."
Rei smiled.

* * * * *

Pressing on through the forest lining the shores of Lake
Biwa-ko, the children of the Kuno clan and their manservant moved
as quickly as they could hoping they would reach some human
contact and soon. Tatewaki thought about the serene silence
about the lake, longing for just the familiar sounds of busy
traffic and bustling crowds so common in Tokyo.
Nice place to visit, but wouldn't want to live here, he
mused reminded of the old tourist adage. Definitely a bad time
to be stuck communing with nature.
The trio came out into a clearing and Tatewaki suddenly
called a halt.
"Why are we stopping?" asked Kodachi.
He did not respond; head turned up to the sky, eyes cutting
from side to side. Sasuke concentrated trying to pick up any
indications that there were intruders lurking among the trees.
He sensed nothing though and relaxed.
"Master Kuno?"
Tatewaki sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?" he asked
them.
"Smell what?" replied Kodachi. She took a sniff, but
detected nothing. "Tachi, are you hallucinating?"
"I'm not hallucinating anything, Kodachi," he said.
Sasuke sniffed the air. "Ah, yes," he said picking up a
slight trace drifting through the scent of the trees. "I smell
it too. Excellent senses, Master Kuno."
"Naturally," replied Tatewaki. "It smells like... (sniff,
sniff)... fish. Baking fish over an open fire."
Kodachi eyed her brother. "You can tell all that from a
smell? Dear brother, I think that is well beyond anyone's
capabilities."
"For numb minds such as yours, yes. I, on the other hand,
possess higher skills."
Kodachi snickered into her hands. "If you say so, brother
dear," she finally said.
Tatewaki smirked. He looked around for a moment then said,
"This way," pointing off to their left.
Sasuke and Kodachi followed him on through the woods. After
a short trek, they found themselves back along the shoreline of
the lake near the beginnings of a small cove. Near the beach
were several small huts, homes for a small group of villagers
that continued to live out the traditional life of fishermen.
There seemed to be some sort of festival being held at the larger
of the huts. Smoke from cooking fires curled up in to the air;
people gathered around talking and drinking merrily.
A smug grin came to Tatewaki's face. "So, Kodachi. Where is
your mockery now, hmm?"
"Okay. You were right this time, brother dear," she said.
Chuckling, Tatewaki lead them on towards the huts.
All eyes turned to watch as the three walked along the beach
towards them. A stocky, elderly man seated up on the porch of
the center hut frowned. Standing up, he went to great the Kuno
clan.
"Are you lost?" he asked them.
Tatewaki stopped. "Sort of," he answered.
"Sort of?" questioned the elder man. He looked them over,
noting the dishelven appearances unbefitting their current
attire. Several more of the villagers gathered around curious
what these newcomers wanted.
"Not often we have visitors here," continued the elder man.
"I am Takahiro Fukamizu, leader of our tiny hamlet," he said with
a slight bow.
Tatewaki returned the courtesy. "Tatewaki Kuno. My sister;
Kodachi, and our groundskeeper; Sasuke."
"Greetings... Kuno?"
"You have no doubt heard of us," said Tatewaki.
"Yes, but I cannot remember right off hand where."
Kodachi spoke up. "The Kuno clan is widely known through
out Japan."
"That maybe true. However, it was more recently." Takahiro
shrugged it off. "Never mind, it is nothing. Come you look
tired. Please join us and rest awhile."
"We could use rest, but first we need the use of a phone,"
said Tatewaki.
"Of course. Yosuke!"
From out of the hut an old woman appeared. "My wife,
Yosuke. Dear, could you please show our guest to the phone."
The old woman smiled. "This way," she said gesturing
inside.
"Kodachi, go call the police," Tatewaki instructed his
sister.
As Kodachi went up the steps, Tatewaki and Sasuke followed
Fukamizu over to the steps and sat down. Cups of warm sake were
handed to them and they both slugged them down.
"So, you are in some sort of trouble?" asked Fukamizu.
"Extremely," replied Sasuke. "We have run afoul of brigands
who have been trying to kill us."
The villagers traded confused looks among themselves,
surprised by the news.
"Here? In our peaceful surroundings?" said Fukamizu. "I
find that hard to believe."
Tatewaki slugged down another cup of sake. "Unfortunately
it is true," he said. "They have been after us for some time. A
vengeance which I can only say stems from a past incident with my
sister."
Fukamizu let out an ah, nodding knowingly to the rest of the
villagers. "Clan quarrels. Tch, tch, tch, tch. Such nasty
things to be involved in."
"It is not a pleasant thing to be hunted like an animal."
"Well, it will be a while before the police can get here.
While your rest you can watch the trial."
"That would be... trial?"
Before Fukamizu could answer, Kodachi ran out of the hut
calling her brothers name. They all turned to see her at the
railing, a lost look on her face.
"What is it, Kodachi?" asked Tatewaki.
"The phone is dead!" she replied.
Nari, thought Tatewaki gritting his teeth. She must be
isolating the area, cutting every chance of contact with the
authorities.
"Master Kuno," said Sasuke. "If Miss Nari has cut the
lines, she could be well within range of this village. I suggest
we move on before she discovers us."
"I have to agree with Sasuke," added Kodachi. "Let us go
before it is to late."
Tatewaki started to agree, then paused. He turned to
Fukamizu. "You said something about a trial. Who's?"
"Why Nabiki Tendo," Fukamizu answered. "It has been all
over the news since yesterday."
Tatewaki, Kodachi, and Sasuke started, shocked by the
mention of Nabiki's name. Suddenly, Kodachi let out a chuckle.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo. They finally caught her," she said.
"Be silent, Kodachi!" snapped Tatewaki. "And what is Nabiki
Tendo on trial for?"
"Why the attempted assassinations of the Emperor and Prime
Minister. You really have been out of touch with civilization
for a while."
But Tatewaki ignored Fukamizu's comment, further stunned by
the news. Kodachi's laughter stopped, and slowly the three eyed
one another.
"Marcus?" muttered Sasuke in disbelief.
"The cur," snarled Tatewaki. His fist balled in anger,
memories of that dark night returning to him.
"Tachi. Does that mean Asaiko is working for him?" Kodachi
asked.
"It is the only explanation, sister," he said.
"Then we should go. Now, before it is to late like Sasuke
said."
Tatewaki shook his head. "No."
"No?" said Kodachi.
"No," questioned Sasuke. "Forgive me, Master Kuno, but I do
think staying here only increases our danger."
"No," said Tatewaki firmly. The two started to protest, but
a stern gaze silenced them. Looking to Fukamizu again, Tatewaki
arched a brow.
"We would like to stay and watch this trial. It proves to
be very interesting. Very interesting indeed."

* * * * *

Wanabe guided his car along the narrow streets towards the
home of Hikaru Gosunkugi; Ken in deep thought in the passenger
seat next to him. His partner let out a brief chuckle.
"What's so funny?" asked Wanabe.
Ken looked over at him. "Siberia," he answered, laughing
again.
Wanabe smirked. "Oh that. I thought you would be thinking
about our current case."
"I am. That just happened to be included in it."
"Thinking about the boss?"
Ken nodded. "Something's up with him. He's gotten all
secretive. Not like him."
"Didn't we have this conversation earlier?"
They traded looks, then laughed.
Rounding a corner, they approached the Gosunkugi home. A
large crowd of reporters held the place in a tight siege. The
police held them back by a cordon of rope, but it appeared that
at the first sign of movement they would be trampled by the
ravenous mob just dying for an exclusive interview with the
parents of a terrorist.
Wanabe parked the car and the two detectives stepped out.
"Will you look at these people?" said Wanabe. "Vultures!"
"Hey, everyone's entitled to make a living, Tami," said Ken.
Walking up the walkway, the detectives ignored the flurry of
questions directed at them. The police officers allowed them to
pass and Ken knocked on the door.
Silence.
The two traded confused looks.
"Think they've snuck out?" asked Wanabe.
"Better not have," replied Ken, knocking again.
This time he got a response.
"Go away!" came the reply. "Leave us alone you ruthless
savages!"
"Ruthless savages?" muttered Ken. He beat on the door
again. "Open up, Gosunkugi. This is the police!"
"Prove it!"
"Prove it? Prove it!" snarled Ken. He reached for his gun,
but Tamigari stayed his hand.
"Please, Mister Gosunkugi. I'm Detective Wanabe Tamigari,
and this my partner; Detective Ken Homa," Wanabe called out.
A long pause followed, then the doorknob slowly turned.
Peering through the narrow crack, a pale face peeked out eyeing
the two men. Wanabe and Ken produced their badges. A low sigh
could be heard, the door opening wide.
"Please, please come in, officers," said Mister Gosunkugi.
The two entered and followed him into the living room. Ken
regarded the flat, drab d'cor of the home. Modest at best, a low
table sat at the center, two futon chairs on either side. A TV
sat on a small stand across from them; on the screen CNN blared
across with exclusive coverage of the very case they were on.
A low sob emanated from Mrs. Gosunkugi seated before the
television. Her tear stained face never registered their
existence as she watched the broadcast with growing despair.
"Dear," Mister Gosunkugi called lightly to his wife. She
remained silent, eyes locked on the screen.
"You will have to forgive my wife," he said to the
detectives. "She has been so distraught ever since our boy has
been involved with these false accusations placed upon him."
"False?" questioned Ken, arching a brow.
Mister Gosunkugi shied away, sitting down next to his wife.
She sobbed, and he gently wrapped his arms around her.
"He is innocent," Mister Gosunkugi said.
Ken and Wanabe sat down on the floor.
"Well, Mister Gosunkugi, it seems that all the evidence
points in the other direction," replied Ken.
Wanabe gave him a light nudge on the arm. "My partner is so
rude," he said, cutting Ken stern looks. "Your son has been
implicated, yes. However; it has not been proven yet that he is
directly involved."
"Yet," added Ken.
Wanabe thought he saw a flash of anger cross Mister
Gosunkugi's face. It drifted away, replaced by a sad frown.
"My son," he said. Mister Gosunkugi paused a moment. "How
can we help you, Detective Tamigari?"
"Do you have any idea where your son might be?"
Mister Gosunkugi shook his head. "No. My wife and I were
expecting him home the day the announcement came out of his
involvement in this."
"What was he doing that day?" asked Ken.
"He said something about shopping."
"Shopping?"
"Yes," replied Mister Gosunkugi with a nod.
Wanabe wondered about this information, rubbing his chin.
He glanced at Ken, but his partner appeared just as lost.
"Can you be a bit more specific, sir?" he asked.
"I don't know much more about what he was doing I'm afraid,"
said Mister Gosunkugi.
A sudden loud thump sounded from the front door, Mister
Gosunkugi, Ken and Wanabe looking around. It sounded like a
scuffle was going on outside, then Mrs. Gosunkugi let out a loud
gasp. They looked at the television.
[Kemo Nujishima here reporting live outside the home of
Hikaru Gosunkugi where a swarm of reporters have attempted to
force their way past police lines in an effort to gain access to
the suspects home.]
The scene flashed, showing the exterior, Ken and Wanabe
walking up the walkway.
[Minutes ago, Ken Homa and his partner went inside the
Gosunkugi home, declining comments to the crowd around them.
Apparently, curiosity has finally overridden any sane thought,
and now they are demanding entry to cover the events in this
unfolding drama.]
"Why those arrogant bastards," snarled Wanabe. "Like I
said, vultures every one of them."
Mister Gosunkugi pulled his wife closer to him. "We're
doomed!" he cried, breaking out into sobs.
Ken waved for them to calm down. "They will not get in,
Mister Gosunkugi," he said. "Our police are more than capable of
handling situations like this."
As if on queue, sirens could be heard. On the television,
several vans pulled up; riot squad units pouring out the back.
[Ah, it appears our police will have everything under
control in a moment,] continued the reporter with a chuckle.
The riot squad went swiftly into action, and minutes later
the scuffling died down.
"There, you see?" said Ken.
Mrs. Gosunkugi watched as the rabid reporters assailing
their home were taken away. Suddenly, she whirled going to her
knees before Ken.
"My baby is innocent, Detective Homa!" she pleaded.
"Please, you have got to believe us. He is innocent!"
"Hikaru has never done anything seriously wrong," added
Mister Gosunkugi.
"Seriously?" questioned Wanabe.
A frown, Mister Gosunkugi staring at the floor. "His
obsession has made him do some... things which have given us
problems."
"And what `obsession' is this?" asked Ken.
The Gosunkugi's traded looks briefly. Mister Gosunkugi
stood up.
"Come. I will show you," he said.

* * * * *

Going up to the second floor of their home, Mr. And Mrs.
Gosunkugi led Ken and Wanabe to Hikaru's room. Mister Gosunkugi
took hold of the doorknob, then paused looking back at them.
"Please, try to understand our son is still very
impressionable," he said.
Ken and Wanabe wondered what he meant. When they stepped
into the room, their curiosity was quickly resolved.
The walls of Hikaru's room were literally papered with
pictures. Not regular pictures or posters, but pictures and
posters of Akane Tendo. Some of them were of her during
gymnastic meets, others were candid shots from around town, a
grand collage that left the detectives in silent awe.
"You see why my son is innocent, Mister Homa?" said Mrs.
Gosunkugi.
Ken scratched the back of his head. "Um, why do you say
that, Mrs. Gosunkugi?" he asked staring at the life size cutout
suspended from the ceiling above the bed.
Mrs. Gosunkugi broke down in tears. "My baby is fixed on
this, this Akane Tendo. He would whine and croon over her day
and night!" she said amid her sobbing.
"I tried to talk to him. I tried to explain he must face
facts that she was in love with that other boy--," Mister
Gosunkugi added.
"You mean Ranma Saotome?" asked Wanabe.
"Yes, the very same." His shoulders sagged. "He would not
listen."
Ken and Wanabe traded looks. Slowly, Wanabe started looking
over the myriad of pictures on Hikaru's dresser. He picked up a
one, a pleasant summer dress clad Akane Tendo set inside a heart-
shaped gold frame. The picture had been cut on one side, but he
noticed the arm wrapped gently around Akane's waist. Setting it
down, his eyes stopped on a pair of half burned candles, a small
wooden mallet and stake. Propped up against the base of the
mirror was a doll made of straw, and pinned to it was taped a
picture of Ranma Saotome. It was full of holes.
"Ken," he called lightly.
Ken walked over and looked at the items Wanabe pointed to.
"I suppose your son had it `in' for Saotome?" he said,
picking up the doll.
"He blamed Ranma for all of his problems," replied Mister
Gosunkugi.
"Then why would he work with him?"
"It had to be that witch, Nabiki Tendo," replied Mrs.
Gosunkugi.
Casting a thoughtful glance in Tamigari's direction, Ken set
the doll down, going over to the grief stricken woman.
"Nabiki Tendo is also involved with your son?" he said.
She nodded. "She... she was supposedly supplying him with
information about her sister." Hanging her head, Mrs. Gosunkugi
barely suppressed her sobs. "He was always doing things for her.
Buying things, doing everything she told him to do without
hesitation."
Ken's brows rose. "Now that is something," he said, looking
back at Wanabe again.
"Mrs. Gosunkugi," Wanabe said. "What about the night of the
Trades Summit. Can you tell us where your son was then?"
Hikaru's mother thought for a moment. "Exactly where, I
don't know."
"No ideal at all?"
Mister Gosunkugi spoke up. "A few days before that, our son
returned late. He was very quiet when he came in. I started to
ask where he had been, but he ran up here to his room. I
followed, and found him packing a small bag."
"Did he say why?"
"Something about going on a class trip for a few days."
Ken laughed lightly. "Well we know where he went," he said.
"Still does not explain why he teamed up with Saotome,"
replied Wanabe.
"I thought it strange when he returned with Ranma later that
week," added Mister Gosunkugi.
"He came back with him?" said Ken.
"Yes... with him, Akane, Nabiki, and another young man.
Tsubasa Kurenai I believe."
Kurenai's name sent Ken into thought. Okay, if memory
serves me right, Tsubasa was a woman, yet Mister Gosunkugi
specifically said young man. There had to be some mistake.
"Are your sure about?" he asked.
"Oh quite sure. In fact it appeared he had suffered some
sort of injury to his right arm."
"I see," said Ken. Details could be compiled later, Ken
wanting to know more about Hikaru's activities after that.
"Mister Gosunkugi, where was your son on the day Nabiki
Tendo was arrested?"
"All I can tell you was that he had gone out earlier that
day," answered Mister Gosunkugi.
"Our reports indicated that he was with Nabiki Tendo then,"
Wanabe said.
Mrs. Gosunkugi broke out into sobs at the news. Her husband
consoled her, shaking his head sadly.
"She had such a grip on him," he said angrily. "I should
have been more forceful."
"Nobody is blaming you, sir," Ken said. "Nabiki Tendo is
the type of woman who can wield such influence on people."
Wanabe smirked. "And he's been missing ever since then?"
"Yes."
"And he left no clue where he was going?"
Mrs. Gosunkugi looked up. "If he had any schedule, it would
be on his computer," she said pointing to the computer over in
the corner.
Ken and Wanabe eyed the machine. Wanabe went over and sat
down in front of it. He pulled out the keyboard, then powered it
up.
"You have to have the password to get in," said Mister
Gosunkugi.
True to his words, a small window appeared asking for a
password to continue on. Wanabe paused to think. He looked
around the room for a moment.
"If you were a love struck teenager, what password would you
use?" he asked Ken.
"A long shot. Akane Tendo," Ken answered him.
Wanabe started typing in Akane's name. He stopped. "No,"
said Wanabe. "Not `Tendo', but this."
He typed in `Gosunkugi' after Akane. The machine beeped,
continuing on with it's start up.
"Impressive," said Ken.
"Just a good, educated guess, my friend," said Wanabe.
The screen flickered, then a computer image of Akane
appeared forming the background picture.
"This kid has a major problem," said Ken. "No offense,
sir."
"It is true, Detective Homa. Quite true," replied Mister
Gosunkugi.
Wanabe looked over the icons displayed. He highlighted on
labeled `SCHEDULES', opening it up.
Another window opened, then an automated date book appeared
showing today's date. Scrolling back, Wanabe found Hikaru's
entries for the day of Nabiki's arrest.
"Well, what do we have here?" said Ken, leaning closer to
the screen.
The entry for the morning read; `Meet with Nabiki Tendo:
10:30AM for information on beloved Akane'.
"There's Nabiki Tendo again," said Wanabe.
"Oh this girl is going fry hard!" Ken declared.
Wanabe scrolled down further. "What this?" he said reading
the entry for two o'clock. "Go to Ucchans and talk with Ukyo
Kuonji about beloved Akane's work schedule?"
A new lead, Ken feeling his excitement growing. "The plot
thickens," he said.
"There's more," said Wanabe. "Ask Tsubasa and Konatsu for
copies of employee picture of beloved Akane."
Letting out a sigh, Tamigari turned to the Gosunkugi's.
"I'm afraid you son is deeply involved with some sort of
conspiracy," he told them.
"My son is innocent!" cried Mrs. Gosunkugi. "Can't you see
he's been influenced by those Tendo witches!"
Wanabe drew back slightly. He looked back at Ken finding
his partner strangely quiet.
"I think we have enough information," Ken finally said.
"Thank you for your time."
"And our son?" asked Mister Gosunkugi.
Ken paused. "I'll do what I can to get to the truth of his
involvement. Will you allow my partner to download this page of
your son's planner?"
Hikaru's father nodded. Wanabe found a spare disk in
Hikaru's holders and copied the information.
Thanking them again, they started to leave when Mrs.
Gosunkugi reached out grabbing Ken by the arm.
"Please, please find my son. At least tell me he is alive,"
she begged.
Ken patted her hand lightly. "We will, Mrs. Gosunkugi," he
replied.
She let him go, crying into her husbands chest. He held her
tight, looking up at the two detectives with a long expression on
his face. Ken felt sorry for them knowing that there was nothing
he or Wanabe could do to alleviate their worries.
"We'll show ourselves out," he said.

* * * * *

The throng of reporters outside the Gosunkugi home had been
considerably thinned when the detectives exited the home. Still,
there were enough of them to yell out a flurry of questions as
they returned to their car.
They ignored them quickly getting in, driving off to make
their scheduled appointment at the National Diet Building. Ken
pulled his cellphone, calling up Lieutenant Kira.
<And Gosunkugi was last with Nabiki Tendo when I arrested
her, sir,> said Ken.
<Interesting,> replied Lieutenant Kira. <No further hints
of his whereabouts?>
<Well there might be. He left a note in his planner to go
down to Ukyo Kuonji's restaurant later that day. If he made it
there, somebody would have had to had seen him.>
<Okay, you two get down to the Diet and wait for me.>
Ken glanced at the clock on the dashboard. <It's almost
one. We're already late.> he said.
<Oh, I forgot to tell you. The trial was pushed back to
two. We have plenty of time.>
<Uh, okay boss. Out of curiosity, where will you be in case
we need to get a hold of you?>
<At a meeting. Make sure nothing happens to Tendo,
understood?>
<Yes sir.>
Lieutenant Kira hung up leaving his man confused.
"You know, Tami. I'm starting to wonder more and more about
the Lieutenant," he said as he put his phone away.
`What's going on now?"
"He wants us to go to the Diet and wait for him. He also
told me that he `forgot' to tell us that the trial had been
pushed back two hours."
That sounded odd to Wanabe. "He forgot? The boss never
forgets important issues, and that certainly would fall under
that category."
"I know. Also, we're to make sure nothing happens to Tendo
as well."
"Why, is he expecting trouble?"
"Not sure. Do you know anything about a meeting he had to
attend?"
"Nope."
Ken shook his head. "Strange."
They were quiet for a moment, then Ken let out a light hum.
"You know, when we get back to the office, there is one more
thing we need to check out," he said.
"What's that, partner?" asked Wanabe.
Ken looked over at him.
"Who's Konatsu?"
Chapter Seventeen

Rei and his brothers stepped into the Veterinarians
reception area, looking around the room. The people there were
quiet staring up at the television and the coverage of the
upcoming Nabiki Tendo trial.
A smile creased Rei's lips, then he walked over to the
nurse's station. "Excuse me," he said. "I'm looking for a young
lady that might have been in here not too long ago?"
The nurse looked away from the television, slightly annoyed
by his interruption.
"We have lots of visitors as you can see," she replied.
"Yes. This young lady had a small piglet with her. I'm
sure you don't get many customers like that, hmm?"
A frown, the nurse not liking the mocking tone he took with
her. "It depends, sir," she answered coldly.
Huuchu-so started reaching behind his back for his nunchaku,
but Rei gave him a light nudge stopping his move.
"Was she here?" Rei asked, careful to lighten the tone of
his voice.
That satisfied the nurse. "Well there was a young lady in
here fitting that description."
The Zuchen brothers traded smiles. "Ah, is it possible that
I could get her name and maybe an address?" asked Rei.
The nurse narrowed an eye at them. "Are you police?" she
said.
"No. Just, um business associates trying to catch up with
her," lied Rei.
"Our policy is not to release clientele information to
anyone outside of emergencies."
"You could say this is kind of an emergency," Huuchu-so
said.
Another light nudge to the ribs told him to be quiet; Rei
briefly glaring at his brother.
"What my associate here means is we have important
information we must get to her regarding services provided by our
company around the area."
"Oh really," replied the nurse. She regarded them for a
second, then started shaking her head. "You must be the ones who
poisoned that dear little piglet."
Rei's brow arched slightly, head turning slightly to one
side at her comment.
"Poisoned?" he said, feigning ignorance.
"Yes. The little thing was so close to death it was a
miracle the doctor saved him."
Leaning back, Rei rubbed his chin and pondered her
explanation. It had to be mere coincidence, but then again from
what he read about Saotome, could it be that Ryoga Hibiki had
undergone the same treatment?
"My, what a mistake we have made," he said. "Such stupidity
on our part."
"And you gentlemen should be ashamed of yourselves," chided
the nurse. "What were you doing? Laying weed killer, or some
other type of pesticide?"
Huuchu-so smirked at her. "Weed killer?" he said, only to
receive a sharp kick to the shin. "Oh! Oh, yeah, that!" he
quickly said, catching on to Rei's intentions.
Letting out a sigh, Rei put on his best sorrowed look.
"Please, madam. Tell me where I might find this young lady and
correct our dreadful error."
The nurse let out a short grunt of dissatisfaction while
reaching over to the keyboard on the counter next to her.
"I trust you will be generous to Miss Unryuu in your
compensation," he said.
The computer beeped, then a printout appeared from the
printer. The nurse handed it to Rei.
"Hm. Akari Unryuu," he said lightly.
"Damn. No wonder we couldn't find her," said Huuchu-so,
looking over Rei's shoulder. "Her address is almost at the very
edge of the Nerima suburbs."
"The foot hills to be exact," replied Rei. He laughed
lightly to himself. "And now to finish what should have been
complete long ago."
Folding the paper, Rei thanked the nurse and the two
brothers headed for the door. They stopped, noticing Bien-so
watching the television with close interest.
"Bien-so," Rei called lightly.
He looked back.
"It's time to go."
"Holnd on a minit," answered Bien-so. "I want to check out
wnhat's happening downtown."
Rei and Huuchu-so looked up at the television. On it, the
coverage of the Nabiki Tendo trial was being reported. There was
a close up of a female reporter standing at the foot of the steps
leading into the Diet Building, and from the sounds coming from
behind her, something big was about to happen.
[And as you can see, people are thronging around the main
entrance awaiting the arrival of the terrorist, Nabiki Tendo.
Word has it that she is due to arrive any minute now.]
The clamor behind her increased, then the camera zoomed back
over to a black sedan being escorted be several police cars.
Riot police already stationed on the scene quickly formed a
corridor to allow the occupants of the cars to exit. The
chauffeur got out and opened the back door. Out stepped the
Prime Minister. A scowl etched his face, eyes surveying the
crowd with disdain.
[The Prime Minister has arrived, and he does not appear
happy,] said the reporter, as he quickly walked up the steps.
[Apparently, his meeting with the Trade Committee did not go very
well. We'll have more on that later.]
Another clamor from the crowd, this time in response to the
vehicle pulling up next.
[There she is,] continued the reporter. Tosa Kurisawa
stepped out of the back of the car, then a handcuffed Nabiki
Tendo followed. A flurry of flashes greeted her and she stopped,
shielding her face as best she could with her arms.
[It appears our Miss Terrorist is a bit camera shy,] joked
the reporter.
Rei chuckled at the remark, gaining several dark stares from
some of the people in the room.
On the screen, Nabiki tried to endure the flashes, yelling
and chiding of the crowd. Tosa Kurisawa was suddenly in front of
her, shielding Nabiki from the mob with his coat and briefcase.
The riot police forced the crowd back further, then the escorting
police officer gave Nabiki a light tap on the arm, telling her to
move on. She gladly complied, following Tosa as best she could
up the steps and into the Diet building.
"That poor girl," commented a woman. "Look at them
virtually salivating over this affair. Tormenting Tendo like she
was some low scum."
"Well she is," said a man across the room. "A bloody
assassin out to disrupt our society."
The dog seated at his feet suddenly barked as if in
agreement. He patted his head. "See, even Cujo here knows it."
Rei smiled. It proved to be an interesting debate, but
there was no time to be tarrying around.
"Let's go," he said to his brothers.

* * * * *

Finding a secluded portion of the street, Rei called up
Marcus to report his findings. When the Doctor finally answered,
the tone of his voice told Rei that he was not in the best of
moods.
<Rei, you are falling behind my schedule,> said Marcus.
<Yes, Doctor. It was necessary though. I believe I found
Ryoga Hibiki.>
Rei's information seemed to lighten the tension in Renon.
<Excellent,> he said. <Has this been verified?>
<I and my brothers are on our way to confirm this now.>
A long pause, then Renon spoke again.
<No, I want you and your brothers back here like I said.>
<You want us back?> questioned Rei.
<Yes. I will need you here, and I certainly don't think you
want to miss out on what I have planned.>
<What about Hibiki?>
<Detail the people I sent out with you to finish the job.>
Orders Rei did not like, but he obeyed them.
Marcus sounded pleased. <How soon can you and your brothers
be back here?> he asked.
<A couple of hours if the roads are light.>
<I'll be waiting, but don't be too long.>
Marcus hung up, leaving Rei wondering what he was planning
for them that evening.
"And?" said Huuchu-so, breaking his silence.
"The Doctor wants us to come back," answered Rei.
"Afnter all we'nve done?" said Bien-so. "That guy is really
starnting to annoy me."
Rei swatted his brother lightly on the head. "Save it for
later," he said. "Huuchu-so, gather our agents together. I have
some tasking for them."

* * * * *

Oddly enough, Furinkan Park was literally devoid of people.
Slightly after one o'clock, it would be normal to see throngs of
couples walking around hand in hand enjoying the sunny afternoon.
The park and playground where the children normally would be was
empty, only a token showing of old folks and the occasional late
lunch eater on the benches.
From the gathering of a large group of trees, Mousse sat
high on one of the branches watching for any sign of Suin-Tan and
his army of thugs. He had been waiting there all morning, eager
to face his mortal enemy once and for all. There would be no
third meeting, thought Mousse. This time either Suin-Tan would
take him to Shampoo, or his own life would end there and then.
A light breeze flowed through the trees, cooling Mousse's
skin, rustling the leaves around him. Its welcome touch settled
him slightly, then the light smell of clover caught his nose.
Parting part of the branches, he spotted a man seated on one of
the benches, smoking a cigarette with slow, deliberate puffs.
Not good, he thought. This area would probably become a
battlefield if Suin-Tan decided to appear. He did not want any
innocents to be injured in the upcoming fight.
A nimble jump to the ground, Mousse pausing briefly to gaze
around for any sudden assailants. No one appeared, and he
gathered himself up walking over to the opposite side of the
bench. The smoking man appeared not to have seen him, continuing
his slow repetition.
Mousse took one more glance around, then slid closer.
"Sir," he whispered. "Sir, you might want to leave here."
The man acted as if he was deaf, not even a hint of movement
to indicate he heard his words.
Mousse moved closer. "Sir," he said again with more
urgency. "You've got to leave here. There is going to be a
fight, and you might get hurt in the process."
This time the man paused. He blew out cloud of smoke into
the air, then tipped his head slightly to one side.
"And who, may I ask, is involved?" he said.
"That's not important," answered Mousse. "I don't want you
to get hurt."
Taking another drag from his cigarette, the man chuckled.
"Me? And what about you... Mousse?"
Mousse's blood went cold. He tensed expecting this man to
be one of Marcus's people. His fist curled, a move not missed by
the stranger.
"Calm down, Mousse," he said, waving a hand to settle the
man.
"Where's Suin-Tan?" snarled Mousse.
"I would not know," came the reply. Reaching into his coat
pocket, the stranger produced a black id holder holding it up for
Mousse to see.
"Detective Oneda Kira, Tokyo Police, Anti-Terrorist
Division."
Mousse stared at the gold emblem in stunned silence.
Oneda closed the wallet up. "I've been looking for you,
Mister Mousse," continued Lieutenant Kira. "You're a hard man to
find."
"Y-you'd be too if you had everyone in the city hunting for
you," replied Mousse.
Oneda chuckled. "Yes. You are in a bit of trouble now
aren't you?"
For a second Mousse stopped to wonder if this man was really
who he claimed to be. If he were police, then how come a swarm
of Tokyo's finest had not appeared to arrest him.
"How do I know you're not working for Marcus?" he said,
inching back.
Lieutenant Kira arched a brow. "You have doubts?"
"You gotta prove who you say you are."
"That will be futile and very time consuming, and time is
something we both do not have a whole lot of."
"What do you mean?" asked Mousse, narrowing his eyes.
"I must get back to the Diet before Nabiki Tendo's trial
starts."
Quickly, Mousse moved closer to him. "Nabiki? She's going
on trial today?"
"Obviously you have not heard," replied Lieutenant Kira.
Nabiki's trial stunned Mousse. He knew she had been
arrested when he ran into Ranma and Gosunkugi; to go on trial so
soon though?
"Is she going on trial for terrorism?" he asked.
"Ah, you know that much at least."
Mousse shook his head. "She's not a terrorist!" he snarled,
slamming a fist down on the back of the bench.
Pain shot up his arm, Mousse grimacing as he held his
injured wrist. Oneda frowned. Reaching out, he pulled Mousse's
sleeve back and peered at the large bruise on his forearm.
"You need medical attention," he said.
Mousse snatched his arm back. "No. What I need is to get
down to the Diet and stop this trial!"
"Not wise," said Lieutenant Kira.
"Not wise? You know so much, and you know about Renon
Marcus. Why haven't you done anything to clear her of this
charge?"
"Because if I go in there and announce to the world Nabiki
Tendo is innocent of all charges, without solid proof I must add,
who do you think will suffer first?"
The fury in Mousse burned hot, teeth grit in bitter rage as
he glared at Lieutenant Kira. His words were true, and Mousse
let out a long sigh, shoulders slumping. A tear slowly ran down
one cheek.
"He has her. Suin-Tan has Shampoo," Mousse muttered
lightly.
Oneda leaned in close to one ear. "I suspect Marcus has
more than just Shampoo, Mousse," he told him.
Slowly, Mousse looked over, eyes wide. Oneda nodded his
head and sat back.
"So, if there are others in his grip, then we must be
careful," continued Oneda.
"So what can I do?" asked Mousse.
"What WE can do, Mousse, is watch and wait."
"Watch and wait? But--."
Lieutenant Kira held up a finger, stopping Mousse.
"Patience. This Marcus will make a mistake, and that will be all
the opportunity I need."
A silence followed, Mousse lost in troubled thought.
Lieutenant Kira could see the man was torn by this situation. He
sympathized with him, but knew it was too soon to act. A quick
glance at his watch told him they had to be going.
"Mousse," called Oneda.
Mousse slowly looked up again.
"We must go."
"Where?"
"Someplace safe."
A short laugh, Mousse smiling slightly. "Nothing's safe in
Nerima anymore. Marcus has his claws in everything," he said.
"Unfortunately, much of what you have said is correct.
However, there still are places he cannot reach. Now come, we
must be going."
Lieutenant Oneda stood up. Hesitantly, Mousse followed his
lead and together they headed for the park gates.
"You know, I still can't be sure that you are a cop," said
Mousse.
Oneda smiled. "If that were true, you would already be
dead," he answered with a thoughtful nod.
"Hm. I guess that could be true," replied Mousse.
"Faith, Mousse. Have a little faith."

* * * * *

A warble sounded from Renon's beeper on his belt. He sat
back from his desk and pulled it off, looking at the L.E.D.
display.
[IMPORTANT], it flashed over and over.
With a smirk, Marcus pressed a button on his telephone.
"Hello?" he said expecting an answer.
Instead, a there came a beep, then the fax built into his
computer came on. From the printer, a sheet of paper rose up.
It was nearly blank, one sentence printed at the top. He read
it, then snatched it from the paper tray and read it again.
Several confused expressions formed on Renon's face.
Leaning back, he tapped the tips of his fingers rapidly together,
deep in thought. A sharp tap of a key on the keyboard brought up
a display of Renon's current victims. He cycled through each of
them as if in search of something, then a knock on the door
sounded.
"Enter," he said, eyes still fixed on the screen.
In walked Itchioni Yamaguchi.
"Doctor Marcus, the trial is... Doctor Marcus?"
Renon's intense stare brought Yamaguchi to a stop. "Doctor
Marcus?" he called again.
Renon broke from his gaze, looking sharply up. "Yes,
Itchioni?"
"The trial is starting. You wanted me to inform you when we
were just about ready?"
"Trial?" Marcus glanced up at the time. "Oh yes!" he
exclaimed, rising from his chair. "I completely forgot about the
trial. I definitely do not want to miss that."
Placing the fax in his pocket, Renon and Itchioni went out
into the dining room. The large screen TV had been lowered into
position, and seated across from it tied tightly to their chairs,
were Nodoka, Akane, and a barely conscious Ranma.
Sapparo stood behind Ranma. When Renon stopped to check on
him, Sapparo pulled Ranma's head up so he could get a look at his
face.
"Tch, tch, tch, tch," sounded Renon at Ranma's current
state. "There is still so much anger in you, Saotome," he said.
Ranma drew in haggard breaths, then opened his eyes, glaring
at Renon.
"... you, you,... you b-b-bastard...," he said in a hoarse
voice amid his pains.
Renon chuckled sinisterly. "You need to sit up for this,
Ranma," he said.
Sapparo forced Ranma's head back against the back rest of
the chair. He looped a coil of rope around his forehead, then
around his throat holding him upright.
"Marcus, you're killing him!" cried Akane, squirming
desperately in her chair.
Renon sat down in his chair. "No I am not, Akane," he
replied. "He's killing himself. Ranma should just `accept'
things as they are."
A strained cry from Ranma made Renon pause a moment. "And
so should you, Akane," he finished.
Akane ignored him, casting a sorrowful gaze on Ranma.
Amused, Renon looked to Nodoka. She was tense, fist clenched
with anger, staring silently at him with death in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Nodoka," said Marcus, patting her lightly on one
knee. "But I must have you secure for the upcoming
entertainment."
Nodoka denied Marcus the courtesy of a reply. She looked
away, concentrating on her son.
The main doors burst open with a crash, startling them. In
walked Suin-Tan carrying a raging Shampoo over one shoulder. She
squirmed and struggled to break the chains binding her, shouting
obscenities at the man. Suin-Tan sneered. With a sharp jerk, he
rammed Shampoo's head against the side of the door, stunning her.
"Sorry, Doctor Marcus," said Suin-Tan.
"No apology needed, Suin," replied Renon.
A guard quickly moved a chair next to Ranma, and Suin-Tan
placed Shampoo's dazed body in it. As the Amazon was secured, he
went back out for a moment, then returned leading Ukyo into the
room.
She looked lost, hands cuffed together before her, a metal
collar around her neck. The robe Rei had given her was replaced
by a tight fitting white T-shirt and blue jeans. Ukyo staggered,
then dropped to her knees.
"Get up!" ordered Suin-Tan, tugging on the chain attached to
her collar.
Ukyo obeyed, rising to her feet again. All of her spirit
appeared to be gone, a mindless puppet that could do nothing more
than react when instructed.
Renon leaned forward, humored by Ukyo's status. "The first
to fall," he said. "Fitting."
Motioning to one of the guards, Suin-Tan handed the chain
leash over and went to Shampoo's side. A bruise was starting to
form on her forehead, the surface skin cut and bleeding lightly.
Shampoo stirred, eyes fluttering open.
"Why do you force me to do such things, Shampoo?" asked Suin-
Tan.
She shook her head, sitting back. Looking to her right,
Shampoo spotted Ranma.
"Ranma!" she gasped. Her attempt to reach over to him were
stopped by the chains. A moan from Ranma, Shampoo noticing then
that he was suffering in unimaginable pain.
"What going on with Ranma?" shouted Shampoo. "Why he cry
like that?"
"Because, Shampoo, Ranma is now under my complete control,"
answered Renon.
Another gasp, Shampoo getting a good look at Marcus for the
first time. "You!" she cried jerking against her bonds.
"Ah, ah, ah, my fiery little Amazon princess," said Renon.
His haughty demeanor only fanned the fires raging in Shampoo.
"Ooo, when Shampoo get hands on you, I break all bones in
body!"
"Hehe, heh, heh. Not likely, Shampoo. Now settle down
before worse things happen to you... or Ranma."
Shampoo caught Marcus's threat. She sat back, then a wet
rag was placed on the wound on her forehead. Suin-Tan tried to
wipe away the sweat and blood, but Shampoo rejected his
compassionate gesture, jerking away.
"Keep hands off me," snarled Shampoo, sneering at him with
contempt. Suin-Tan pulled the rag away.
More sounds of scuffling came from the corridor. Genma and
Soun were forcefully thrust through the door by several guards,
tumbling in a tangled heap on the floor. They were quickly
pulled up; two heavy chairs positioned behind them. As they were
secured, Genma's gaze fell upon Nodoka. Her head was turned back
towards him, and they traded sorrowed looks.
Renon, noticing this, gave Nodoka's chair a push, forcing it
around so she could not see him.
"So, Marcus," said Genma. "What's this all about?"
"You'll find out soon enough, Genma," answered Renon.
"Think about my offer yet, you coward," continued Genma,
reminding Marcus of his challenge.
Renon grunted, laughing for a second. "As the American
saying goes, you don't want any of this, Genma."
"Oh, oh yes I do, Marcus. I can't wait until I GET MY HANDS
AROUND YOUR NECK AND SQUEEZE THE LIFE FROM YOU!!!"
Genma lunged, his chair jerking towards Marcus. The guards
caught the backrest and forced him back. One of them delivered a
blow to the stomach with the end of his baton, Genma sagging
forward.
Marcus eyed him. "Again," he instructed his man. Another
blow was delivered. Still not satisfied, Renon gestured for the
guard to continue. The sounds of the beating made the others
flinch, helpless to do much more.
"... p-pop...," Ranma gasped.
Nodoka locked a hard stare on Renon. "Stop it!" she hissed,
eyes narrowed.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then Renon
smiled. He signaled a stop and looked over at the dazed man.
"Hm. I guess it was time to do that," he said. "Must have
Genma conscious for this."
"And what are we here for, Marcus?" Soun demanded to know.
"Patience, Soun. This will entertaining, at least for me.
You, and Akane, might find this... slightly disturbing."
"Then don't taunt us, Marcus! Do what you're going too do
and get this over with!"
"This is something I have no direct control over, Soun,"
replied Renon. "I would like to start, but we seem to be short
one person."
He looked over at Itchioni. No words were needed, Itchioni
heading out the door. He wasn't gone long, returning ahead of
Yun-Fong. Behind them, Happosai's mystical prison was carried in
by two of Renon's guards. They set it down on a pedestal at the
end of the room.
"H-Happosai?" Akane said, stunned that the demon possessed
sage had been subdued.
Happosai could barely raise his head, wrinkled skin hanging
loose on his frame. Yun-Fong stood puffing on his cigarette,
staring at Renon obviously annoyed.
"Why are you disturbing me, Marcus?" he asked.
Renon arched a brow. "I desire Happosai's presence, Yun-
Fong," he answered.
"I was about to conduct my final purge of him," snarled Yun-
Fong. "Your interruption will only delay what I have--."
Renon stabbed an angry finger at him. "Don't challenge me
in my home, Yun-Fong," he said in a firm tone. "It was I who
allowed you this opportunity. Without me you not be enjoying
your revenge, so remember that the next time you address me."
The tension in the air grew thick. Yun-Fong paused,
narrowing his eyes at Marcus. He cut a quick glance around the
room, then let out a puff of smoke.
"I forgot myself, Doctor Marcus," he finally said.
"Happosai can linger a bit longer."
That pleased Marcus. The incident passed, Renon addressing
his captives once again.
"Well now. Hail, hail the gang is all here," he said. "At
least most of them are. Still a few strays filtering out and
about."
"What are you up too, Marcus?" asked Akane.
He smiled. "I wanted some company for the upcoming show."
"What show, and what does it have to do with us?" snarled
Soun.
"It has everything to do with all of you." Marcus picked up
the remote from the table.
"Now watch carefully. You don't want to miss a thing."
"What are we watching?" asked Nodoka.
"Why the `Nabiki Tendo Show'," he replied.
The shock silenced them.
Renon turned the t.v. on, sitting back with a smug
expression as the picture focused into view.