Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Family ❯ 8 ( Chapter 9 )

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

For everyone, I must apologize for my tardyness, but the Navy called again.
Yes, this is late, please don't flog me... too hard.
Well this wraps up the Dark Family Trilogy. I hope you all enjoyed it as
much as I did writing the story.

Deserved Kudos here:
Ted Hsu and his gang of Trilobytes :-), for their inputs
"Kayu-chan" for all of the C&C, plus witty remarks, provided.
Everyone else who responed in kind, thank you all.

[Mandatory Copyright Disclaimer of death here]

Okay, 'nuff speak, let's get on with the show...



Ranma 1/2

DARK FAMILY
Part Three:
`Unwanted Reunions'




Nicholas Stone





Curtain Calls.




Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ken escorted Ranma back to the Diet building in search
of Lieutenant Kira. He found him, along with Nabiki, in the
main entrance chatting with several police officers. Nabiki
spotted them as they walked up the steps.
"RANMA!" she cried, rushing into his arms. Her firm
grip made Ranma grimace.
"Uh... N-Nabiki!"
"Oh, Ranma, Ranma, Ranma! Where have you been?
Where's Akane? Where's my father?"
She drew back, excitement turning into a frown of
annoyance. "Where is everyone!? Do you know the hell I've
been through the past few days?"
"Nabiki--,"
She smacked him on the chest with the fist. "I was
about to be executed! I was about to loose the most
important thing that mattered in my life... ME!"
Ranma made a short grimace, twitching slightly for a
second. "Yes, w-we saw."
"You saw? Then why didn't you help me?"
"We couldn't. We, we were helpless. Marcus had us all
at his mercies."
The mention of Marcus stopped Nabiki. She eyed him,
then hugged Ranma tight again. "Oh, Ranma," said Nabiki,
crying into his chest. He could only hold her, turning his
eyes over to Lieutenant Kira and Ken.
Oneda stood watching a now shocked and dejected Ken
Homa seated in a chair off to the side. Ken's mouth hung
open, eyes locked on empty air as the news of Tamigari's
treachery hit him.
"Ken?" called Oneda, concerned about his assistant's
frame of mind.
Ken slowly looked up. "Tami?" he said.
Oneda nodded his head.
It was painful for Ken to think about. He considered
Wanabe Tamigari a close friend. This breaking of trust, and
the pain of his death was more than he could bear. Ken
covered his face, a shudder coursing through the big man's
body. Although Oneda could not see, he knew Ken was crying.
A yell brought Lieutenant Kira around. Ranma sagged in
Nabiki's arms, hands clutching his stomach.
"Ranma, Ranma!" cried Nabiki, then Ken and Oneda caught
him before he could fall.
"Lieutenant, we've got to get Saotome to a hospital.
He's been poisoned," said Ken.
"...n-n-ooo!" moaned Ranma.
"You're dying, Ranma," said Oneda.
Ranma drew in a gasp. "Marcus... Marcus has the
antidote. He's the only one who... who knows how too s-s-
stop this."
"I'm sure the doctor's can--."
"N-n-no!" said Ranma firmly. He drew in another deep
breath, then stood up. For a moment he teetered on shaky
legs, then recovered.
"I've taken some kind'a counter agent. It'll last for
a few more hours, but after that, I'm gone."
"All the more reason to get you to a hospital," said
Oneda.
"Not while that bastard Marcus has Akane and my
family!" growled Ranma, shaking his head. He grimaced as a
twinge of pain shot up his side. "I'm going to (gulp) I'm
going to save them, or die trying."
Lieutenant Kira could see the determination in Ranma's
eyes. Thinking, Lieutenant Kira rubbed his chin weighing
their options. "You're taking a big chance, Ranma," he
said.
"I don't care," replied Ranma.
"Okay. Then let's get going."
"What are we going to do, Lieutenant?" asked Ken.
Oneda smiled. "Gather our forces, and rescue Ranma's
family and friends."
As Oneda headed for the steps the three traded looks
wondering what he had planned.
"Don't ask me," said Ken. "I'm still trying to catch
up with him."

* * * * *

Hustling out one of the rear exits, soon Lieutenant
Kira and company were whisking down the main highway. In
the back, Ranma recounted his ordeal under Marcus's grip;
giving him a full rundown on what they could expect once
they arrived at his castle/estate.
The sedan turned off the Takamatsu off ramp onto
Kawagoe Kaido Avenue, then after a few more turns, glided
into the parking lot of the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Space.
"We're going to look at pictures?" said Nabiki as she
stepped out of the car.
Oneda laughed, motioning for them to follow him.
Entering the bunker-like complex, they crossed the
entryway to the elevators. As the doors closed, Oneda
suddenly pulled out a key. He opened one of the maintenance
panels, then inserted the key into the slot inside.
A strong lurch rocked the elevator. The motors hummed,
then it started moving.
Ranma's suspicions started to grow again. "Okay...,
like where are we going?"
"To my other office, Ranma," answered Oneda.
"Other office?" questioned Ken.
A short nod from Oneda was the only reply. The hum
from the elevator motors stopped, and the doors slid open.
A long, well-lit corridor greeted them. Nabiki thought she
heard voices and something that sounded like vehicles
rolling along.
"Let me guess. MI-5?" joked Ranma.
"No," said Oneda.
They followed him down the corridor until they reached
a larger set of red sliding doors.
Oneda turned. "What you are about to see here is
considered Top Secret. Never utter a word to anyone about
this, ever."
He hit a button on the wall, and the doors parted.
What came next completely surprised Ken, Ranma, and
Nabiki. A row of black colored APC's hummed silently in
unison; their ramp doors open ready to take on the squads of
dark-clad officers preparing their gear for the up coming
mission.
The bay was a hive of activity as maintenance crews
checked over equipment, loading ammunition and other rounds.
>From one of the far doors, Tosa appeared escorted by a tall,
muscular officer clad in body armor.
"Uncle!" called Tosa, heading towards them.
"Uncle?" questioned Nabiki, smirking at Lieutenant
Kira.
He gazed innocently away then Ken walked up next to
Oneda and said, "Black Ops?"
"Yes, Ken. A hand picked core of officers dedicated to
counter-terrorist activities. Not very many reach this
stage." He looked at him. "Congratulations."
Ken was silent for a moment. "And you were going to
take us in, I suppose?" he asked, referring to himself and
Wanabe.
"Yes, until my suspicions were aroused about an
informant in my midst."
"I see. So how did you figure out it was Tami?"
"I didn't."
Ken's head jerked slightly. "You didn't?"
"Nope. I figured that if Nabiki were allowed the live,
then Marcus would be at risk of exposure. Somebody had to
try and kill her. All I did was watch and wait."
Homa's mouth sagged open in total shock. "You waited!
What, what if Tami had shot her before you could get there?"
"Nabiki's life was in no danger."
Tosa's arrival drew them from their conversation. The
lawyer's eyes were bright, the usual boyish cheer lit in
them.
He pointed to the man next to him. "Iron Brother."
"Oooo," Nabiki let out, eyeing the officer.
The dark visor of his helmet concealed his eyes, but
Iron Brother grinned at her before turning his attention to
Oneda.
"Sir, our people are on the move as we speak," he
reported.
"Excellent. Oh, uhm, Ken, this is Iron Brother, leader
of the squad you see here."
"Yeah. Ah, glad to meet you, uhm... `Iron Brother'."
Iron Brother looked at Ranma. "Ranma Saotome. We've
heard a lot about you."
"Really now," replied Ranma.
Another sharp wince through Ranma spurred Lieutenant
Kira on. "Iron Brother, what is the status of our other
forces?"
"Rogue is currently deploying around the target.
Bailesu is heading up third squad and is deploying to the
north of the target."
"Surveillance?"
"Knight and Kunoichi have been watching the target
since this morning. So far there has been no sign that
Marcus has been alerted."
"Hold on, hold on a minute," said Ranma. He stared at
them for a second. "You know where Marcus's hideout is at?"
"We've had `prior' intelligence," said Oneda.
"What the hell have you been waiting for?"
"Securing the safety of your family, among other
reasons, Ranma."
Ranma was about to explode, but Oneda raised a finger,
casting him a stern gaze.
"It was necessary, Ranma. Trust me."
"We need to get my parents back, and free the others."
"And we will." Oneda looked back up at Iron Brother.
"The brood?"
"Operations."
They went through another set of doors, entering into
the operations center of the complex. Inside there were two
long desk arrayed one behind the other, set facing the large
display screen that filled the entire wall. Standing next
to one of the smaller monitors was Doctor Tofu and Kasumi,
watching Oneda's plan unfolding. Huddled at the workstation
with their backs to them were several more of their friends.
"Kasumi!" cried Nabiki.
Kasumi spun around. Her eyes went wide, and in a flash
she and Nabiki were hugging each other, tears streaming down
their cheeks.
"Nabiki, I'm so glad you're safe!" said Kasumi. "I saw
the trial. I'm so sorry we could not come and help you!"
"It's okay, sis. Everything is okay now. Ranma's
here, and we know where to find Akane and Father!"
Kasumi hugged Ranma. He groaned, enduring the anaconda-
like hug.
"(Ugh!) Do you Tendo girls have a grip," he managed to
say.
Suddenly, Kasumi drew back. She eyed him, turning his
head from side to side, checking his eyes, feeling his
forehead.
"Ono, Ono! Ranma's been poisoned! He's got the same
symptoms he gets after eating one of Akane's meals."
Her comment even caught Oneda off guard, surprised by
Kasumi's keen eye. Doctor Tofu came over and conducted a
brief examination of Ranma.
"Yee, he has been," he said. "This looks to be much
worse though. Ranma, we need--,"
Ranma cut him off. "Don't start, Doc. I'm not going
anywhere but back to Marcus's estate."
"That's stupid," came a voice from behind him.
Ranma turned to find Mousse standing at the door. He
stared at him, noting the bandages wrapped around his left
forearm, a slight limp as he walked over to them.
"I see you need to be in the hospital too," commented
Ranma.
Mousse did not answer. He just looked Ranma over then
lifted his glasses up.
"Is Shampoo at Marcus's?"
Ranma nodded. "And so is that Suin-Tan guy who kicked
me when we first met."
A dark glower filled Mousse's eyes, upper lip curling
slightly back. "Has he harmed her?"
"I saw some bruises, but nothing serious."
"I'll kill him!" growled Mousse, smacking his fist into
his palm.
"Let's not get over excited here," Lieutenant Oneda
said. "I think we should get down to the operation we have
in the works."
Oneda turned. "Officer Dagowa, please call up the map
of the area on the main screen."
Sasuya Hinokime, Kitsu Dagowa, and Motoko Narishima
turned away from the monitor they huddled around at the call
from the lieutenant. They traded looks then stared down at
the figure typing rapidly on the keyboard. Hikaru Gosunkugi
was oblivious to everything around him, eyes locked on the
information being sent to the operations center from the
field.
Sasuya swatted him on the top of the head. "Hey! Did
you hear the Lieutenant, fool?"
Hikaru rubbed his head. "Ow," he muttered. "Why does
everyone have to hit me there?" Rubbing the lump, he turned
around. "Kurenai, Konatsu, Sasuya, the Sarge, why even
Doctor Tof--."
Gosunkugi paused when he spotted Ranma and Nabiki. His
eyes lit up, excitement and fear combining in one quick
rush. "Ranma..., (gaah) Nabiki!"
"You better have all of my stuff, Hikaru!" shouted
Nabiki.
Three separate swats to the head started Hikaru.
"Hey! The boss wants the picture up on the screen!"
shouted Kitsu.
"Yes, put it up there now!" demanded Motoko.
"Alright, alright! Sheesh, you girls are so rough!"
"That what you get for tricking us like you did,"
snapped Sasuya. "Now work!"
Oneda could not help but chuckle at the four. "I've
been getting such a laugh from them," he said.
"I can imagine," replied Tosa.
The picture shifted to an open view of Renon Marcus's
estate situated in the run of a small valley. Silence
filled the room, Ranma just as stunned as Nabiki at the
sight.
"Like I said, Ranma, We have had prior intelligence,"
Oneda said, sensing his shock.
"Hey, isn't that near the roof?" asked Ken, referring
to the familiar expanse of the Japan Alps.
"Yes. Marcus's hideaway is a little ways north of
Hakuba. Quiet and partially remote, a good place to hunker
down."
"So how are we getting this?" asked Nabiki.
"Our advance teams placed surveillance cameras around
the area."
"Then they can get in there and rescue Akane and our
parents!" exclaimed Ranma.
"Not quite," answered Iron Brother. "We still do not
know where they are. Rushing in will more than likely get
them all killed."
It was becoming clearer to Ranma. He squinted at the
scene, trying hard to recall everything he could remember
about the interior of the estate.
"Well, there was a dungeon, or basement I can tell you
that much," he said. Pointing around the northern section,
he said, "That's most likely where Marcus's main room is.
He has Akane in a cage there, hanging from the ceiling."
Kasumi and Nabiki both let out gasps.
"That bastard," snarled Nabiki.
"Where's Shampoo being held?" asked Mousse.
"In the lower levels, along with Happosai."
"He's got Happosai too?" said Ono.
"Yeah."
Ken peered at the outer walls, searching for any weak
spots to take advantage of. Unfortunately, it appeared that
they were designed quite well, high enough to make scaling
difficult. That, plus the fact there was a lot of open
ground between the forested areas made surprise nearly
impossible.
"How many people does he have?" Ken asked Ranma.
"I don't know. Most of the time I was locked in one of
the lower rooms."
"So far, Kunoichi and Rogue estimate twenty to forty at
the estate alone," said Iron Brother.
"Not good," said Lieutenant Kira.
"Then a direct assault is out of the question," added
Ken.
Thinking, Lieutenant Kira shook his head before
answering, "Not totally."
"If Marcus gets the slightest notion that his place is
under attack, he'll kill our parents, Shampoo, and Akane!"
said Ranma.
"We will not let him do that," replied Lieutenant Kira.
Oneda noted the time on his watch. Timing, that was
the key, that and prior reconnaissance. Even then, it was
sure to be a very difficult thing cornering Doctor Renon
Marcus. His past actions already proved this, and Oneda did
not want any more blood shed.
"Several of your friends are already on the scene,
Ranma, helping our teams search for a safe way into this
estate."
Ranma began to ask who, but the lieutenant stopped him
with a raise of a hand. "I'll explain on the way," he
finished. "Come, we must move if we're going to reach
Marcus's lair on time."
Ranma tensed, allowing a spasm to pass. "We've got too
get him, Lieutenant Kira," he said in a strained voice.
"Oh we will, Ranma. We will."

* * * * *

Renon Marcus hurried down the corridor of the lower
levels, curious to the urgent summoning from his guards.
Rounding a bend, he came to an abrupt stop. The door to
Happosai's cell was wide-open, bright flashes of light
driving the guards back.
"What is going on?" he asked, rushing up to the nearest
guard.
"Yun-Fong went inside. I only caught part of what he
was muttering, but it sounded like he said `This is the end
for you, demon'."
Marcus frowned. "The end, Demon?" he repeated, looking
at the doorway again.
The flashing lasted a few seconds more, then ceased.
Slowly, Renon and his guards inched up to the doorway,
peering inside. Yun-Fong stood with hands clasped tight
behind his back. He was chuckling, shoulders heaving with
his laugh.
"Yun-Fong?" called Renon.
"You may come in, Renon Marcus," answered Yun-Fong.
Marcus came up beside the elderly sage. He stared down
at the transparent globe that was once Happosai's prison.
It was now half filled with gray dust, traces of white bone
mixed throughout.
"Yun-Fong, you finally did it," said Marcus, grinning
at the mess.
"Happosai is gone. No longer part of this earth," said
Yun-Fong.
"Excellent, and I must add, about time too."
"Killing him was no easy matter, Renon Marcus," replied
the old sage, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Fong spun on his heels, heading for the doors.
"Leaving so soon?" asked Renon.
"I am done here, Marcus. I must return to my
homeland."
Renon hurried after Yun-Fong. "I can understand your
desire, Yun-Fong," he continued. "But can I interest you in
staying on?"
Fong's pace slowed. "And what can you offer me, Renon
Marcus?"
"Wealth, power, anything your heart desires."
"I desire nothing more than to return to China, and my
village in triumph."
"And you shall, you shall." Marcus placed a friendly
arm around his shoulders. "But would you not like to return
with much more than that?"
Fong stopped. His eyes cut to Renon, and then a light
smile formed. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I
would like something to reconcile all of my suffering."
Marcus was before him, kneeling eye to eye with the
sage. "And anything you want will be yours, Yun-Fong.
Things are about too happen, and we both have much to gain
from it."
A slow nod, Yun-Fong's brows arching. "I can see your
point, Marcus. I will stay here a while longer."
Renon stood. "My home is yours, Yun-Fong. You will
not regret your decision."
Marcus gave him a firm slap on the shoulder. Watching
him go, Yun-Fong's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Renon Marcus, but I believe you will," he
muttered low.

* * * * *

There was still two hours of daylight left, the valley
where Marcus's estate lay bathed in the golden glow of the
setting sun. On the crest of a distant hill several eyes
peered down, examining the surrounding landscape.
"Boy, this place looks larger in person," whispered Ono
Tofu.
Lieutenant Kira nodded, studying the walls and road
leading to the main gate. Tapping the button on the side of
the headset he wore, Oneda spoke into the mic, [All
stations, this is Elder, report.]
[Iron Brother, stationed.]
[Rogue, stationed.]
[Bailesu, stationed.]
[Party is on hold,] continued Oneda. [Stand by for
further direction. Out.]
Ono shifted, looking at him. "On hold?" he questioned.
"I don't see any way to approach those gates until
after dark," Oneda replied.
"Eventually, someone will stumble onto your people.
Then Marcus's hand will be forced."
"To do what, Doctor?"
"Kill the hostages he has! We can't wait until dark."
Tofu brought up a good point, and Oneda knew he was
right. Already, there had been close calls with several of
Marcus's people. Now with the sizable force deployed around
the estate, maintaining concealment would be difficult.
"Let's go back down," he said.
They went back down the hill rejoining Ranma and the
rest of the team around his command car. Ranma sat quietly
at the foot of a tree; trying to maintain his strength while
Kasumi did the best she could to sooth his pains. Oneda and
Ono's arrival brought him to his feet.
"Well?" he asked.
"This is a hard one," replied Oneda.
Moving over to a map, he smirked while examining the
aerial photograph of the castle estate.
"I'd like to rush the gates. It seems to be the most
direct way into the interior."
"Not a chance of succeeding by the way those guards are
roving around the grounds," said Ken.
"What about scaling the walls?" asked Mousse.
"Yes, but we still will alert Marcus prematurely,"
answered Oneda. He tapped the main structure with a finger.
"My first priority is locating the hostages."
"What good will that do?" asked Tsubasa. "Even if we
knew where they all were, how can we ensure they will not be
killed before help can arrive?"
"True," said Ken.
"Infiltration," Lieutenant Kira said. He tapped his
headset again. [Knight, bring your friends.]
Everyone wondered whom it was the Lieutenant was
speaking too. They were soon answered as up the path
approached a tall man dressed in black, a dark visor
concealing his eyes. Three familiar figures followed
behind, Ranma surprised by their appearance.
"Ryoga!" he called.
Ryoga and Katsunishiki stopped. "Ranma?" replied Ryoga
in amazement. He could not believe his eyes, rushing over
for a closer look.
"It is you!" he cried. Noticing the rest of the team,
Ryoga's eyes lit up with excitement. "Nabiki, Doc Tofu,
Kasumi... Tsubasa, Mousse!"
Behind him, Konatsu and Katsunishiki stopped, joining
Ryoga in his surprise.
"So, Marcus didn't get you after all," said Konatsu.
"Oh, he had me all right," answered Ranma. "He hurt me
pretty bad."
"Well he's going to pay dearly everything he's done!"
said Ryoga.
Oneda called them all back over to the table. "Knight
has been heading up recon of the area," he explained to
them. "Have you found any suitable way of getting into the
grounds?"
The man known as Knight nodded. "Here," he said
pointing to the western most portions of the grounds. "The
trees will provide ample coverage for us to sneak in
unobserved. However, moving across the grounds will still
be risky."
"Why is that?"
"We noticed several of Marcus's people patrolling
around the area. From our position we could not see what
routes they were taking."
Mousse suddenly peered down close to the map, looking
over the area Knight was talking about. He lifted his
glasses and stood back.
"Is that a pond I see there?" he asked.
Oneda looked at the spot he pointed at. "Yes."
A smile broke out across Mousse's face, mimicked by
both Ranma and the others.
"Thinking what I'm thinking, guys?" he said.
"Yes, oh yes," answered Ranma.
Lieutenant Kira, as well as Ken and Knight were lost.
"Okay, I take from your looks Mousse has a plan," he said.
"Lieutenant, you're about to be introduced to the
secrets of Nerima," said Nabiki.
"What? You have some sort of cloaking device?" asked
Ken.
Mousse shook his head. "Nope. Say, Mister Knight-guy.
Is this pond populated?"
"Populated? By what in particular are you referring
too?"
"Ducks?"
Knight thought a moment. "I believe I saw a few ducks
floating around. It was kind of cold though."
"Small detail," replied Mousse. "Ranma, we can do
this."
"Okay." Ranma tensed briefly, then pointed a shaky
finger at the map. "M-M-Mousse will go in and scout out the
area. When things are clear he'll signal you, Knight. Once
you get in, Mousse can fly out and give us an update on
what's inside."
"Fly?" questioned Oneda.
Ranma held up a hand. "You'll see, Lieutenant," he
answered.
Another sharp stab hit, Ranma leaning up against the
end of the table. Doctor Tofu helped him steady himself as
the pain passed.
"Ranma, are you all right?" asked Ryoga.
"N-no, Ryoga. Marcus poisoned me."
"Those spasms are coming more frequently," Tofu said.
Kasumi put a sad pout on her face. "Ranma, please let
us take you to a hospital."
But Ranma's stubbornness returned. Reaching deep into
himself, he found enough strength to force back his pains.
"No," he answered, drawing in a long gulp of air.
"Ranma, you should listen to them," said Oneda.
"I'll be alright once we've caught Marcus."
"That, or you'll be dead," commented Tsubasa.
A nervous silence passed, Ranma feeling the concerned
looks on him. He shook his head.
"I've got to get Akane out, and, and there are a few
other people in there that have appointments with me," said
Ranma, flexing his fist eagerly.
"Definitely," added Ryoga. "I'm looking forward to
breaking that Zuchen guy's neck."
"Yeah, he and Marcus's flunky Yamaguchi got it coming
since they killed Ukyo."
The sharp words brought concern to Lieutenant Kira's
mind. "Whatever it is you're planning, Ranma, we better act
now before time runs out."
"You bet. Mousse--,"
"I saw a stream not far back. This won't take but a
moment." As Mousse rushed off, Ranma turned back to
Lieutenant Kira and Ken. "Okay, you get your people into
position, Lieutenant. Once Knight here gets in, he can find
a way to get those gates open."
"And we swoop in before Marcus's cronies can go `eek',"
joked Ken.
Oneda arched a brow. "Knight, you said `us' earlier.
Who's going with you?"
"I am," answered Konatsu.
"You want to take this risk?" asked Oneda.
Konatsu shrugged. "Someone's got to get in and ensure
the others are safe."
Knight placed a confiding arm around Konatsu's
shoulders. "Don't worry, sir. Kunoichi is going with him."
"Good." Lieutenant Kira looked the map over one last
time. His eyes cut over to Ranma's pale features, then a
determined look appeared on his face.
"No slip-ups. Several lives are at stake here. If
there are no further questions, let's get to our positions."

* * * * *

Suin-Tan's eyes remained locked on the Amazon woman
suspended by chains in the center of the cell. His chest
heaved, anger building at Shampoo's stubbornness. Despite
all of his attempts, all of the tactics he had used on her,
she remained resilient, fending off his amorous advances.
The sounds of his latest blows had barely fade away
when he surged towards Shampoo again. A jerk of her hair
back turned Shampoo's tear streaked face up to the withering
hot spot lamp above.
"Will you not learn, woman!" raged Suin-Tan. "I am
your master. I wield the power of life and death over you
now!"
Heavy breaths emanated from the Chinese woman. Slowly,
she opened her tortured eyes, desperately trying to moisten
her lips with a parched tongue.
"...you... you nothing... but flunky... for Marcus,"
she managed to say.
Shampoo cried out as Suin pulled harder. "I am
nobody's `flunky', Shampoo!"
He let her go, pacing back and forth before her. "I
have tried to convince you that my love is sincere, that I
would give my life for you if need be!"
"...lies," muttered Shampoo.
Suin-Tan paused briefly, cutting her a furious stare.
"I am not lying. You are one stubborn woman, just like the
rest of those bitches in our village. As I showed them of
my superiority, I will show you."
Too his surprise, Shampoo laughed. "You no prove
anything with muscles and, and brawn, Suin-Tan!" she said
between her laughs.
"What are you saying?"
Shampoo drew in a breath. "We women think it just way
for you to hide `inadequacies'."
"WHAT!"
A burly hand gripped Shampoo by her throat, holding her
head up. Suin-Tan's fist was cocked, a look of death in his
eyes. Shampoo grimaced, turning her head to one side. The
expected blow did not come though. Suin barely caught
himself, staring at the helpless woman in his grasp.
"No," he said, letting go. Suin stepped up close. "I
have not defiled you in anyway, Shampoo. Not that I could
not have at anytime." He reached out, stroking the side of
her cheek tenderly. "You should not play these cat-and-
mouse games with me. I might lose what patience I have
left."
Shampoo's eyes went wide. Her head slumped forwards;
body heaving as she suddenly began to cry. Suin-Tan let her
for a few moments, then called her name in a gentle tone.
She looked back up, a lost expression on her face.
"No," she stammered.
Suin-Tan crossed his arms. "No?"
"N-n-no. I not want to fight anymore. I-I-I stop
fighting, Suin-Tan."
Suin-Tan was skeptical of her words. "Really, now?"
Shampoo hung her head again. Drawing in her breath,
she slowly looked back up. "Yes, yes, Master," she said.
This shocked Suin-Tan. His arms dropped, mouth open in
stunned disbelief. In a flash, he had her up in his arms
pulling her close to him.
"At last, Shampoo. You see reason!" he said.
Shampoo listened, but her mind was busy fighting back
her angry words. She grit her teeth, a dark snarl curling
her lips. Mustering what self-control she had left, Shampoo
rubbed her head against the side of Suin-Tan's.
"I not... fight you anymore... Master," she said.
"And there will be no need, my love!" replied Suin-Tan.
He drew back, eyes brimming with tears of joy then held
her face, kissing her passionately. Shampoo endured the
violation, gasping for breath as they parted.
"Oh, Shampoo!" cried Suin, hugging her tight once more.
That was fortunate, a bitter smirk belying her true
feelings. Shampoo's fist clenched repeatedly, longing to
grasp this fool by the throat and throttle the life from
him.
"M-M-Master, Shampoo want love, but need water first,"
she said.
"Of course, of course, my love. Guard!"
The cell door opened, one of Marcus's men stepping
inside.
"Bring some water," Suin-Tan ordered.
"Cold water," added Shampoo.
The guard smirked, but did as instructed. Several
minutes later, he brought back a small bucket of water.
Suin-Tan took it and brought it up to Shampoo's lips.
"No drink... pour on Shampoo," she said. "I want to
feel body wet."
Suin-Tan, and the guard standing behind him, liked that
idea immensely. Tipping the bucket up over her head, he let
the water cascade down over her.
SHLINK!
SHLINK!
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK, CLACK!
The clasp holding Shampoo dangled listlessly along the
wall. Suin-Tan jumped back in total surprise. There came a
spray of water from the floor, and he looked down to see a
tiny white cat shaking itself dry.
In total bewilderment, Suin-Tan knelt down. "Shampoo?"
he said.
The cat's head snapped up, its eyes filled with anger.
A paw lashed out catching him across the side of the face,
and he cried out. Shampoo hissed, then bolted through his
legs towards the door.
"What the hell?" said the guard, not knowing what to
do.
Shampoo did. She leaped, all for legs extended with
claws barred, latching on to his midsection with a deep
growl. The guards' surprised gasp raised several decibels
as he fell back. Suin-Tan clutched the side of his face,
spinning around in time to see the cat scampering out the
door.
"Stop her!" he yelled, bolting after Shampoo.
Shampoo was like the wind, darting through the legs of
the guards in a desperate attempt of escape. She scampered
down the halls, heart pounding, her lead quickly diminishing
as Suin-Tan led the guards thundering after her.
A sliding stop at the next turn, Shampoo dashing
swiftly up a flight of stairs. It led into another series
of halls, and she stopped trying to chose which one to take.
The sound of Suin-Tan's angry yell made any way the right
one.
Suin-Tan and the guards boiled out of the stairway,
frantically looking around. Shampoo had disappeared, and
Suin-Tan angrily smacked a fist into his palm.
"You two go that way!" he ordered, pointing ahead.
"You two, the right, the rest come with me. Search
everywhere and everything! Find that cat."
They spread out, looking high and low as they moved.
Several ways up, Shampoo moved along searching for any
sign of an opening to the outside. She stopped at several
doors, pawing desperately, but her small size prevented her
from pushing them open. A shout from down one of the halls
made her stop.
"Find it?" called one guard to another.
"Nah. Damn cat's not this way."
"Well let's try the next one."
Great, thought Shampoo.
She scampered around the corner heading for the far
end. At the intersection, she turned left only to find
several of Marcus's guards facing the other way, searching
the rooms ahead. Her claws scraped against the smooth
surface of the marble floor. One of the guards heard,
turning her head back to see what it was.
"Hey!" she called, alerting her companions.
One of them leaped, trying to catch Shampoo, but she
backed away, running up the hall. The chase resumed, their
angry cries from the guards echoing around the walls.
Suddenly, Suin-Tan leaped out from around the corner.
"Ah-ha!" he cried ready to grab her.
Unfortunately, his abrupt appearance prevented the
guards in pursuit from stopping, and a loud cry went up as
they plowed into him. The tangle of bodies struggled to
right themselves; Shampoo nimbly scampering over them.
"Shampoo!" roared Suin-Tan, watching her escape down
the next hall.
Shampoo ran down several more halls, finally pausing to
catch her breath. She flopped down to the floor, panting
from all of her exertions. Taking a peek around the corner,
it appeared she had lost Suin-Tan for the moment. Her mind
was filled with fear, the thought of falling back into his
clutches sending a shudder down her back. Death would be
better.
Just then, a tight grip caught her by the scruff of the
neck. Shampoo was lifted from the floor, and she mewed
loudly, kicking desperately to get free.
"And how did you get into my estate, hmm?" said Renon
Marcus, turning the cat around towards him. Shampoo hissed,
swiping at his arm without success.
Renon sneered, holding the cat further away from him.
"I hate cats," he snarled, tightening his grip. "I don't
know how such a disgusting little creature like you got into
my home, but I assure you, you will not be leaving except in
a garbage can."
"MMMRRRROOWWWW!" called Shampoo desperately.
A swat to the head silenced her. "Be quiet, you dreg,"
snapped Renon. He glanced around, searching for something
to bash the cat's head in. "Hmm, I see you are in luck," he
said. "And since I don't feel like ruining the paint on the
walls, I'll just snap your silly little neck. Would you
like that?"
"NO!" cried Suin-Tan from the end of the hall.
Renon smirked, lowering the cat. "And I suppose this
belongs to you, Suin-Tan?" he asked.
Suin rushed over, reaching for Shampoo, but Renon drew
back.
"You didn't answer my question."
Suin-Tan gazed desperately at Shampoo. "Yes, yes,
Doctor Marcus. The cat is mine!"
"I see," said Renon. He eyed the cat, then Suin. "I
hate cats, Suin-Tan. Where did you find this one?"
Suin-Tan knew he better not tell Marcus that it was
Shampoo he held in his hand. "While on the way back from
Nerima, Doctor," he lied.
"Oh? And Shampoo was not enough to keep you company?"
Shampoo hissed, swinging violently at Renon's arm
again. His grip tightened, throttling her.
"No, Doctor Marcus. Please don't kill my cat!" cried
Suin-Tan.
Renon looked perplexed as Suin dropped to his knees,
begging for the life of his pet. A brow arched, strange
looks going from the cat, to Suin-Tan, then back to the cat
again.
"Well, if it means that much to you," he said,
extending his arm.
Suin-Tan pulled off his shirt. Bundling Shampoo up
inside, he tied it off.
"Thank you, Doctor Marcus," he said with a sigh of
relief.
The cat in the bag struggled to get out. Renon shook
his head.
"Why people keep those things I don't know," he
muttered, walking off.
After another relieved sigh, Suin-Tan leaning back
against the wall. Shampoo's struggles increased, and he
held the bundle up.
"So you've been to the cursed springs I see," he said.
"That was very foolish of you, Shampoo."
"MMRROWWWRRRR," growled Shampoo.
"Well your little attempt failed, and since you prefer
to act like an animal instead of a civilized adult, I'll let
you stay an animal."
He strode angrily back up the hallway.
"And mark my words, Shampoo, it might be the last thing
you will ever be."

Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rei Zuchen leaned with his back against the edge of the
embankment wall, watching his brothers sparing playfully
back and forth. Their practice over sometime ago, Rei led
them oddly along the inner estate walls, silent as if in
deep thought. Their minds were on departing Renon's estate,
but every time one of them brought the subject up, Rei would
only arch a brow and say, "We're not finished yet."
Dodging a rapid blow, Huuchu-so built up the nerve to
ask Rei again what was on his mind.
Rei said nothing, head tipping back, watching the first
twinkles of light appearing in the twilight sky.
"Rei," called Huuchu-so again. "Look, I don't mind
Japan and all, but I do mind working for that psycho Renon
Marcus."
Rei's gaze came down on his brother. "Psycho?" he
asked.
Bien-so, parrying a fist, answered. "Yeah. We've both
come to the conclusion that Marcus is not exactly working
with a full container, if you know what I mean," he said,
rapping a fist against the side of his head.
"You're both misguided."
Huuchu-so signaled a stop to Bien-so, walking over to
Rei. "Brother, we would like to leave and return to China.
That's where we belong, and so do you."
The seriousness in his face caught Rei for a moment.
Glance between the twins, he smirked. "What about Hibiki?"
"Leave him for Marcus and his cronies," answered Bien-
so.
Rei pondered their request, walking along a bit.
Suddenly, he turned. "We are not finished yet, my
brothers."
"What's left!" exclaimed Huuchu-so. "Ukyo's dead,
Hibiki really does not concern us, and if you're afraid of
Marcus then okay."
"We can take anything that madman throws at us," added
Bien-so.
Rei was adamant. "I would explain better, but I think
things will eventually play themselves out."
"What things?" asked Huuchu-so.
Rei smiled returning to the embankment wall. His eyes
drifted lazily across the estate grounds. They stopped on
the pond, locking down on a large white duck floating lazily
at the center. Rei looked up thinking a moment. With no
apparent explanation, Rei began to laugh.
Huuchu-so and Bien-so trade confused looks.
"Okay, I mithed the joke," commented Bien-so.
"No joke," replied Rei. He turned, then briefly looked
back before walking over to them. Placing a confiding arm
around his brothers' shoulders, Rei led them towards the far
stairway.
"I think it is time for us to go and visit Doctor
Marcus," he said.

* * * * *

Sleep eluded Nodoka, thoughts about Ranma and what dark
deed Marcus had him doing, keeping her awake. For the
chance to kill that man, she thought walking over to the
window.
The evening sun was growing dimmer; its rays of light
barely illuminating the surrounding grounds. Nodoka sighed,
leaning against the ledge and peered outside.
The grumbles from her stomach reminded Nodoka how
hungry she was. Marcus had purposely neglected to feed her,
keeping the woman locked tight in her room without any
further contact. She knew she could last for several days
without feeding, trained mentally and physically to go for
long periods if need be.
But to be kept in here without any word of her sons
return, or his well being, was becoming almost unbearable.
Several times she considered giving in to Renon's desires if
it meant relieving Ranma of the brutal pains he endured.
A loud honk was heard through the windowpane. Nodoka
gazed down at the duck swimming in the pond. Its cries
annoyed her, and she began to move away, when movement
caught her eyes amidst the far trees. She blinked, thinking
it her imagination, but then another shift, followed by a
third then fourth that scampered off towards the rear of the
estate.
An evil smile came to Nodoka's lips. She nodded
slightly then headed towards the door of her room, rolling
up the lengths of her sleeves as she did.
It was time for a mother to take care of business,
thought Nodoka with a dark gleam in her eyes.

* * * * *

From his spot on the open terrace of his room, Yun-Fong
watched the three dark intruders slip past several of
Marcus's guard. He chuckled, thinking about the upcoming
mayhem, then walked back inside.
Going to the couch, he sat down adjusting the pillows
behind him. Fong took a moment to light a cigarette. He
let out several puffs, looking over at his bed.
"Happi," he called lightly.
The pillows and blankets stirred, then Happosai's
wizened face pressed its way out from behind the pillows.
The old sage's eyes cut around, searching for any trouble
lurking about.
"Relax," said Yun-Fong, puffing on his cigarette again.
"Fong! When are we going to act?" asked Happosai.
"Patience, my demented ally," answered Fong. "It will
be soon."
Casting Happosai a mischievous grin, Yun-Fong chuckled
again. "He may not know it, but Renon Marcus is about to
have unexpected guest."
"He is?"
Yun-Fong nodded. "I think your friends on the outside
have arrived, and are moving on this estate as I speak."
Happosai sat sharply up, pillows flopping to the floor
around them. "Fong! We must act. Marcus will kill--,"
"He will kill no one, Happi," Yun-Fong said, waving for
him to calm down.
Happosai let out a huff, flopping back.
Fong's eyes cut over at Happosai. He let out a long
puff, then hummed lightly. "The better move is to work our
mischief here on the inside, Happi," he said, brows beetling
rapidly with delight.
Happosai smiled, then began laughing, rubbing his hands
together enjoying the vengeful plans running through his
mind.

* * * * *

The events on the television made Yamaguchi's eyes
narrow slightly. This must have been Marcus's scheme all
along, and it infuriated him that he could have not foreseen
it sooner. Nevertheless, the attempt had been made, but
unbeknownst to anyone else, it had been a total failure.
Itchioni glanced down at the digital readout of his
cellphone again, re-reading the carefully encrypted message.
A nod, another short glance at the paper spread out on his
table.
It's time, he thought, walking over to the closet.
Reaching up to the top shelf, Yamaguchi pulled out a box and
set it on the table. Inside lay a .45 caliber pistol, and a
black billfold which he tucked into his jacket pocket.
"Doctor Marcus, you've had this coming for a long
time," said Itchioni, slapping a clip into the pistol's
magazine.

* * * * *

Mousse's return brought everyone around the small
curtain setup amidst the trees. Kasumi pulled a small
kettle of hot water from a fire, handing over to Ryoga. He
doused the Mandarin Duck, and in seconds Mousse was back in
his human form.
"So what'd you see?" asked Ryoga.
Mousse smirked as he stood up. "At least let me get my
clothes on first, Ryoga," he replied, pulling his things
from the branch of a tree.
Once clothed, Mousse stepped out. He flexed his
injured arm, rubbing his wrist.
"Boy, did that hurt flying," he said.
Kasumi began rewrapping his arm while he made his
report to Lieutenant Kira.
"Well, I saw about ten to twelve guys walking around
the grounds. It looked like some of them were just about
ready to turn in, so it might have been the changing of the
guard."
"And Knight?"
Mousse nodded his head. "They got in without being
seen. Stupid guards were too busy wondering why I was
making such a ruckus to think it was a diversion."
"T-That's good for us," said Ranma. "Now what about
the gates?"
"Oh, the gates. They're going to be a problem."
"Why?" asked Ken.
"Barred," answered Mousse, making a sliding gesture in
the air. "It can be broken, but not in one rush."
"You got a tank, Lieutenant?" Tsubasa asked.
Oneda laughed. "Unfortunately, no, Mister Kurenai."
Crossing his hands, Oneda pondered the information for a
moment. "Mousse, did Knight and his team see this?"
Mousse scratched his head. "I'm not sure, Lieutenant.
They did head off in that direction, but I lost track of
them."
"Then we'll have to assume they have and act
accordingly."
"But what if they didn't?" Ono questioned, fearing for
the lives of those still held inside.
"I trust Knight, and your friends." Oneda switched on
his mic. [All teams, Plan Go. Repeat, Plan Go.]
The team leaders acknowledged his order. Lieutenant
Kira faced the others with a firm stare.
"It is time to rescue your families and friends," he
said.
Ryoga grinned, pooping his knuckles expectantly.
"About damn time."

* * * * *

In their dark prison, Soun and Genma relaxed as best
they could in the iron clasp holding them against the cold
cell wall. Genma made occasional strains against them,
hoping that one of the metal pins would pop free, but his
efforts were to no avail.
"Genma, I suggest you stop and save what little
strength we have left," commented Soun, his voice harsh and
raspy.
Genma's huge frame stopped quivering. He let out a
sigh in defeat, muttering curses under his breath. "Damn
Marcus," he growled. "I will rend him apart if the chance
ever arises!"
Soun wriggled his neck, managing a swallow against the
pressure of the clasp around his throat. "That's if...
Marcus does not starve us to death first, my friend."
The mere mention of food brought a growl from Genma's
stomach. He sneered, reminded of the fact that they had not
eaten anything since the dinner last night. If Marcus kept
up his demented trends, then they both would end their days
here in this prison cell, withered up from lack of
nourishment.
A humorous image came to mind, Genma chuckling.
"What's so funny?" asked Soun.
"(Ha, Ha) I can just picture our bodies standing here,
nothing but sagging folds of skin and tatters, cobwebs laced
about us."
Soun smirked. "You find that funny?"
"Yes," Genma said, laughing again. "Reminds me of a
Hope and Crosby movie I saw once."
For a moment Soun stared at Genma. He chuckled
briefly, laughing as his imagination caught up with him.
"Yes, yes I can see it now! You would look like one of
those Jenny Craig `Before and After' poster children!"
"And, and you would look like a grown up version of
that creepy kid, Gosunkugi!" replied Genma.
They both laughed, finally settling down after a
moment. Soun suddenly looked over at Genma.
"Gosunkugi? Really?" he said.
Genma managed an innocent shrug. "Eh, sans the
mustache and long hair, a little bit. I'm sure your skin
will bleach on its own."
"Gah," sounded Soun, wincing at the thought.
A muffled cry came from the outside. Genma thought he
was hearing things until another voice cried out.
"No, NO, PLEASE!!!"
Swish, Swish!
A body flopped to the floor. Exchanging confused
looks, Genma and Soun heard keys rattling. The lock of
their prison door opened, and in stepped Nodoka. The blade
of her Katana was streaked with blood.
"Nodoka!" cried Genma.
"Shh!" she replied. Quickly, Nodoka dragged the two
unfortunate guards inside and closed the door. Rushing
over, she undid Soun from his restraints, then freed Genma.
He took her into his arms and they embraced, kissing
passionately.
"Uh, kids," called Soun, glancing back and forth
between them and the cell door.
Genma drew back. "Nodoka, how did you get down here?"
he asked.
"I walked, Genma."
"Past all of Marcus's guards?"
"I killed what few guards I happened to come across."
"Damn," said Soun, grimacing nervously.
"Don't worry, I hid the bodies," added Nodoka.
"But they will be missed, dear," said Genma.
"It will not matter too much longer. Someone is here
to rescue us."
"What? Who!" both men exclaimed.
"I'm not sure. It could be that our son has escaped
and brought back the authorities. In either case, they are
here and we must assist them in anyway we can."
"Right," said Genma. He drew in a breath; building up
what strength he could muster. "Yes, and we will start with
these miscreants down here."
Nodoka wiped the remaining blood on her blade off with
the end of her kimono. "I'm going to find Marcus," she
said, a cold, dark look set in her eyes.
"It's dangerous, Nodoka," said Soun. "By the time you
get back upstairs, the attack should be on. He's bound to
have a full group of his cronies protecting him."
But her mind was set, Nodoka staring quietly out into
empty space. Genma and Soun looked at each other, knowing
full well it was best not to try and reason with her while
in this state.
"Be careful, my dear," said Genma. He planted a loving
kiss on her forehead. She smiled, hugging him one last time
before stepping out the door.
"Very brave, Nodoka," Soun said.
Genma could only beam with pride for his wife. He
sighed then flexed his fingers. "Are you ready?"
Soun grinned evilly. "Of course."
"Then let us go kick some ass."

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chills swept through Ryoga, chills not just from the
growing cold, but also from the nervous tensions running in
him. He stood staring at the large gates of Marcus's
estate, barely visible in the waning light. A grunt
sounded, Katsunishiki trundling up next to him.
For a moment, Ryoga contemplated the success of what
they all were about too do. It would all lay in the speed
that he possessed, how fast he could break in through the
gates before Marcus's guards were alerted. Behind them,
Lieutenant Kira and the rest of his force waited anxiously.
"Well, guy. Are you ready to do this?" Ryoga asked
Katsunishiki.
A grunt was the reply, the sumo pig pawing at the
ground.
Another look, then Ryoga got ready. "Let's go," he
said. Together, they sprinted down the road.
Every once of power, everything he could muster
propelled Ryoga along. His pace increased, then memories of
Akari brought his anger up. They both held back the war
cries welling up in their throats, and soon it was but a
mere short dash along the road to the gates. No shots, no
sounds of alarm could be heard. Ryoga grit his teeth ready
to slam into the gates, when in full amazement one of them
suddenly creaked open.
Ryoga barely staggered to a stop, Katsunishiki skidding
right along beside him. They stared at the opening
expecting a trap, but after a moment nothing happened.
Trading confused looks; Ryoga slowly peered into the
inner grounds. They were empty except for two of Marcus's
people crumpled in a heap against the wall on his left.
Amazed, he stepped back out.
"I don't know what's going on, guy," Ryoga whispered.
Fishing through his pockets, he pulled out a small light,
flashing it several times. "Let's just hope our luck
holds," he said as the rest of the teams approached.

* * * * *

Konatsu slipped though an open window on the second
floor, quickly climbing inside. He closed the shutters,
then peered cautiously around the silent hallway.
Strange, he thought. No guards about? Unusual, if the
earlier reports were to be believed.
With deliberate care, Konatsu moved along, eyes
searching for the telltale signs of surveillance cameras, or
other electronic devices that could mark him to Marcus's
attention. Things remained quiet though, and as he rounded
a turn, his eyes went wide at what he was before him.
A body lay in the recess of a doorway, another one face
down not to far away. Whatever happened, it appeared to
have been recent by the looks of things. A fight? By whom,
or had Knight or Kunoichi been here ahead of him?
Kneeling down, Konatsu turned one of the dead guards
over. A long slash across the throat indicated an edged
weapon of some sort. I could have been Knight, he thought
again, finding a similar cut across the chest of the second
guard.
Scratching the side of his head, Konatsu stood up.
Knight would not kill anyone like this. Someone else had--.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short as the cold edge
of a katana was felt against the side of his neck.
"One shudder and I kill you," whispered a woman's
voice.
Who the hell, wondered Konatsu?
He expected the razor thin edge to slice into his skin,
but instead it was removed. Konatsu chanced turning around,
finding his assailant staring quizzically at him.
"You are not one of Marcus's people," said Nodoka.
"Ah, no maam. I'm with the police and we're here to
rescue you and the others."
Nodoka sheathed her weapon. "Is Ranma with you?"
Konatsu nodded.
Relieved that her son was safe, Nodoka let out a sigh.
"He should have gone to a hospital," she snapped, irritated
by his lack of self-concern.
"He will not go until he's rescued Akane. Uhm, may I
ask who you are?"
"I'm his mother."
"Ah, yes. I and several others have--,"
"Yes, I saw all of you entering the grounds a while
back. Sloppy, very sloppy."
Konatsu smirked inwardly. He ignored her barb, looking
around the hallway. "Shampoo?" he asked.
"Suin-Tan has her somewhere in the lower levels of this
castle."
"And what of your husband and Mister Tendo?"
Nodoka smiled. "They should be... let us say
`occupied' about now. You need not worry about the those
levels."
"I see," replied Konatsu. Tough family, he thought.
"Where is Akane being held?"
Abruptly, Nodoka's brows furrowed together. "Marcus
has her imprisoned in a cage up in his main dining room."
"Then we must go and--,"
"No."
Konatsu frowned. "No?"
"You heard me, young man. The guards up on that level
are heavily armed, and even you would not be able to get
past them without being seen."
"So how do we get to her?"
She raised a hand. "I will take care of Akane Tendo."
Konatsu regarded her for a moment. Real tough family,
he mused.
"If you are going to help her, and I have no doubts
that you can, then Mrs. Saotome I will continue on and
search the rest of the castle."
"Searching for somebody in particular?"
"Besides Marcus, I'm also looking for a Rei Zuchen."
"Yes. A dangerous fellow he and his brothers are. You
might find them lurking about the west end of the castle."
"Marcus?"
Her silence told him that issue was already decided.
"Right, uhm--." Konatsu glanced at his watch. "We
better move. The police should be starting their operation
about now."
Nodoka nodded. "Be careful, young man. Marcus's teeth
are still sharp."
She moved off up the hall, Konatsu staring at her in
curiosity. "Me be careful?" he said glancing around at the
fallen guards.

* * * * *

This is good, thought Renon while watching the
broadcast coming across the television. On it, a reporter
was standing outside the Prime Minister's Office covering
the unfolding developments behind him.
[And it appears that something terrible has befallen
the Prime Minister,] he said. [No details have been
released as of yet, but the rumor is that one of the Tendo
Gang members is involved.]
Marcus laughed, slapping his knee. "Excellent!" he
cried out, cheered on but the news. Renon leaned back,
gazing triumphantly at the ceiling.
"Yes, Sapporo has succeeded, and Ranma Saotome is dead.
Can things get any better?"
Imagining Ranma's broken body lying on the floor of the
Prime Minister's office brought a bright smile to his face.
Oh the joy of breaking this news to both Nodoka, and Akane.
The tears they will shed, their spirits breaking. Such a
victory that will be!
A thought suddenly struck him. He smirked, eyeing his
phone on the desk. "Hmm? Why has not Sapporo called me?
Surely he has evaded detection and is capable of reporting
in?" A glance at the time, brows furrowing.
"Surely he would have been back by now." Renon sat up.
"I better call him."
His hand was over the phone, when the door to his
office opened. In walked Yamaguchi, a stern expression on
his face.
"Ah, Itchioni!" called Renon, waving him over. "I take
it you too have heard the great news?"
Yamaguchi stared at him in a long moment of silence.
Finally he slammed the door shut.
"Stand up," he said.
Marcus frowned, not sure of what his man just said.
"Excuse me?" he answered.
"You heard me, you bastard. Stand up."
Bastard!? mouthed Renon. He sat back, stunned by the
insult.
"Yamaguchi, have you lost your mind?"
Anger formed, Itchioni reaching into his jacket. "No,
you have already preceded me in that respect."
The .45 came out, its gapping muzzle directed at Renon.
A tense silence passed, Marcus unable to believe what was
happening.
"Itchioni... is this because I took Rei's suggestions
over yours? If it is, please forgive my rash behavi--,"
"This is not about that, Marcus!" shouted Itchioni.
His hand shook, the fury built up over so many years finally
coming forth. "You, you and your underworld have gone
completely too far this time. The years I spent as your
lackey, the things I've done for you. It sickens my soul
that I would stoop so low for a demented creature like
yourself."
Marcus's eyes narrowed. His hand slowly began drifting
over to the hidden button underneath the edge of his desk.
The click from the hammer of Itchioni's .45 stopped him.
"I should have let you try it," snarled Itchioni.
"Unfortunately, there are people who still want to have
words with you."
"Yamaguchi, you will pay dearly for this," growled
Renon.
"Not likely, Marcus. Now I'll say this but one more
time. Stand up!"
Renon sneered, but did as instructed pushing the chair
forcefully behind him as he did.
"Arms up. Up, up, up," said Itchioni, gesturing with
the pistol.
Raising his arms, Renon glared contemptuously at him.
"I do not know what has brought this all on, Itchi, but I
assure you, you will not get away with it."
"You're finished, Doctor Renon Marcus. The first thing
we're going to do is go out into the dining room and free
that poor girl from your insidious prison."
"And then?"
Yamaguchi smiled. "Then we are going to have a nice
little talk. I still need a few answers that only you can--
."
CRASH!
The sound of cracking wood startled Renon. A guttered
cry sounded from Itchioni, face contorted in a mask of pain.
He cried out again, the pistol in his hand falling to the
floor. Desperately, Yamaguchi tried to grab whatever it was
lodged in his back. Another sharp jerk made him grimace,
chest pressing out a bit more. Finally, the thing pulled
back, and Yamaguchi dropped to his knees.
He briefly looked up at Marcus, hate burning in his
eyes, before collapsing face down in a quivering heap.
Marcus stood shocked, then the door opened up. Rei Zuchen
stood with bloodied staff at his side, his brothers and two
of Marcus's guards, staring down at the man.
"Uh, am I late?" joked Rei, grinning at Marcus.
"No," answered Renon, "but you better have a good
reason for what you just did."
Rei let out a derisive grunt, walking over to
Yamaguchi. He knelt and began fishing through his pockets.
"Rei," said Renon again, growing impatient.
Rei paused, briefly looking up at him. Making another
skeptical huff, Zuchen continuing his search. Finally, he
found what he was searching for.
"Here, Doctor Marcus," said Rei, tossing a black
billfold to him. "I think that will explain everything."
Marcus opened it up. A gasp followed, Renon's eyes
grew wide as he looked stared at the gold moniker associated
with the Keishicho.
A cop!
The billfold dropped from his hands. Marcus glared
down at his former employee literally shaking with fury.
Yamaguchi's last views of life were of Doctor Renon Marcus
and the cold glare he gave him, stunned by the deceit.
Oddly, Itchioni found it funny, and as the last moments of
life eased out of him, he found himself smiling, knowing
that at least Renon Marcus's plans had been ruined.
Marcus leaned against his desk, chest heaving.
"Surprised, Doctor?" asked Rei.
Renon looked sharply over at him. "You knew!" he
shouted.
"I had my suspicions, Doctor."
"You should have brought them to my attention, Zuchen!"
Rei just laughed. "And prove it how, doctor?"
Renon could only glare at him.
"Anyway," continued Rei. "I would not be worried about
your man. I would be more worried about the unexpected
guest you're about to have."
"What, what unexpected guest?"
Rei said nothing, cutting his eyes knowingly to the
monitor on the wall. Marcus reached over and hit a button
to turn them on, but they remained blank. That was not
right, Marcus hitting the button several more times.
What is going on? he wondered, stepping back. A sharp
gesture sent one of the guards out for the nearest window.
"Zuchen, if you are playing games with me," threatened
Marcus.
Rei snickered. "Games he says," muttered Rei,
rejoining his brothers at the door.
The guard sent to check on things ran suddenly back
into the office, her face covered with fear.
"Doctor! There are cops all over the grounds!"
"WHAT!" cried Marcus.
"I-I could not see everything, but I think they have us
surrounded!"
Renon could not believe her report. A dim shot sounded
from outside, some of Marcus's guards becoming alert to the
raid. "Get out there and help!" he shouted at the two
guards. As they rushed off, Renon paused to sneer at Rei.
His mocking leer infuriated him, only worsening the
situation.
"You are not helping things, Rei!" he scowled.
Rei took a casual glance down at Yamaguchi's lifeless
body. "Oh, I'd say I did," he replied.
"ARRRGH!" cried Marcus, brushing roughly past the
brothers.
Huuchu-so flexed his arms eagerly. "Oh boy, a fight!"
he said.
"Yeah, I can use a good workout!" added Bien-so.
They both started to follow Marcus, but Rei caught them
both by the collar.
"Hey, what gives?" shouted Bien-so.
"We're not joining them," answered Rei.
"Huh?" sounded the twins in disbelief.
"Uh, Rei, if we don't help them we're all going to be
arrested," said Huuchu-so.
"Marcus is finished," said Rei. "We will find
entertainment elsewhere."
"What are you talking about, Rei?" Bien-so said,
cutting nervous glances at his counterpart.
That devious grin returned to Rei, and he glanced at
both of them.
"Let us be gone," he said, leading them to the door.

* * * * *

Shampoo's desperate cries echoed around the glass
prison Suin-Tan had placed her in. Her claws raked against
the smooth sides, but it was useless, the bell jar holding
her fast.
Suin-Tan peered down at her, a dark smile on his lips.
"So, Shampoo. You wish too play with my emotions, eh. Mock
me with your stupid acts of defiance! Well now you will
pay, my misbegotten love."
Shampoo hissed, leaping up at his face. She bounced
off the glass, sprawling across the bottom of the jar. As
she lay there panting, Suin-Tan chuckled at her attempt.
"Yes, Shampoo. I would try and save what precious air
you have left in there. Suffocation can be an unpleasant
experience."
The air was starting to grow thin, realized Shampoo.
Faced with the facts, she curled up; trying to conserve what
clean air remained.
"All you have to do is give me a sign, Shampoo,"
continued Suin-Tan. He knelt, hugging the jar. "Shampoo,
forget your angers with me. I don't want you to die like
this. Please, please say you will be my bride!"
A hiss was Shampoo's only reply.
It was the final straw for Suin-Tan. Slowly he stood,
contempt in his eyes. "So you would rather die like an
animal than live like a queen at my side, is that it?"
Shampoo's gaze remained fixed out into empty space,
ignoring Suin-Tan's question.
"So be it. You will die then, like an animal, like the
contemptuous bitch that you are."
Shampoo growled low.
The report of a gunshot brought Suin-Tan around.
Strange he thought, going to the window. Below in the
grounds dark figures could be seen rushing over the western
walls of the estate, charging for the castle.
"Not good," muttered Suin-Tan.
He started running for the door, then paused looking
back at the Shampoo. Quickly, Suin-Tan snatched a pile of
books from the bookcase on the wall, setting them on top of
the jar.
Satisfied, he headed back for the door. "I will be
back, Shampoo," said Suin-Tan as he stepped out.

* * * * *

Lieutenant Kira ushered his men on as they poured into
Renon Marcus's home. Running up the steps, he led them
inside the large foyer and came to a halt.
"Squad Alpha, take the lower left, Squad Bravo, the
right. The rest of you come with me!"
A guard rounded the corner ahead, abruptly stopping at
upon spotting the force. In a second he was reaching for
his weapon, but several shots from Oneda dropped him to the
floor.
"Go!" he shouted, and the squads fanned out through the
halls.
Outside around the inner grounds, Marcus's guards had
finally realized that they were under attack, and were
starting to put up a fierce struggle. Caught unprepared,
they still rallied, engaging the police with anything they
could grab.
That was fine with Ryoga, who proceeded to decimate
everyone and anyone who dared to attack him. His fist were
like two jackhammers, slamming with unrelenting fury into
bodies, drawing groans and cries that cut the night. Ken
Homa stood watching Ryoga's march of destruction with awe.
He rubbed the side of his head, looking to the armored man
standing next to him.
"Well, uh, I guess this means this operation will be a
cakewalk, eh Rogue?"
The man codenamed Rogue chuckled. "This kid's
amazing," he replied.
A loud cry cut the air, Katsunishiki lumbering pell-
mell after a group of Marcus's people screaming for their
lives. A body flopped down at their feet, Rogue staring for
a second before motioning to some of his men to pick him up.
"I dare say, Hibiki might single-handedly secure this
side by himself."
Fierce blows made Ken shirk back, grimacing for a
moment. "You think so? I guess we'll not have anything to
do then."
A figure up along the upper battlements appeared, his
machine pistol trained down at Ryoga's back. Rogue caught
him in his sights, spraying the edge with a flurry of
bullets. A cry followed as the shooter dropped out of
sight.
"We spoke too soon," he said.
Another shooter appeared, Ken dispatching him with a
shot. "I'd say we did."
Rogue barked out his orders, the police running towards
the steps.
"Ryoga!" called Ken.
Ryoga paused from pummeling he was delivering to the
hapless guard in his grip.
"We're going up," he said, pointing to the upper
levels.
The guard dropped. "Right with you!" he said
excitedly.
In a flash, he and Katsunishiki joined the police on
their way into the castle.
"Such energy," commented Rogue.
"I think it might have something to do with his
girlfriend," replied Ken.
"Really? I kind of feel sorry for Marcus's people."
A loud cry came from the inside, Ryoga resuming his
blitz.
Ken laughed. "Don't," he said, heading off with Rogue
to join the fray.

* * * * *

Oddly enough, Rei and his brothers did not encounter
any of the police raiding the castle as they headed towards
the lower portions of the estate. Rei knew that Marcus had
several escape routes leading beneath the grounds out into
the forest just behind his home.
They could hear the fighting echoing through the air,
sense the intensity as the minutes passed.
"Aw, come on, Rei," pleaded Huuchu-so. "Let's go back
and get some of this fun we're missing!"
"No, I don't want to get involved with that right now,"
answered Rei.
"But why not?" Bien-so said. "Those cops couldn't take
us if they had an army with'em!"
"We're not going back," said Rei in a stern tone.
The brothers reached an intersection and they stopped.
"Okay, Mister `finish the job'," mocked Bien-so. "Out
past the shrine, or cower away like snakes in the brush?"
Rei ignored him, looking left down the way towards
Marcus's shrine, then right in the direction of the passage
leading to escape and safety. He opted right, motioning
with a nod.
They made but a few steps, when from out of the ceiling
at the end, a figure leaped down to block their way.
Konatsu stood in silence waiting for the Zuchen brothers to
do something.
Huuchu-so laughed. "Just one," he commented, drawing
his nunchaku.
Rei's eyes found Konatsu's and they locked on to each
other in silent deliberation. Trading knowing looks,
Konatsu slowly shook his head. He pointed towards the other
corridor, and Rei Zuchen smiled.
"Put those away," he ordered his brothers.
A light tug, Rei guided them along in the opposite
direction.
"We're running again!" cried Huuchu-so. "Rei, what has
gotten into you?"
A slap at the back of the head silenced him. "Stop
complaining, fool," said Rei. "Can't you see we've an
appointment to keep?"
The twins frowned, staring up at their brother with
confused looks. Shrugging, they went along, still lost to
what he was referring too.
"This had better be good," commented Bien-so.
"Oh, it will be. Trust me," answered Rei.

Chapter Thirty

Seeing the way things were going around his home, Renon
Marcus angrily rushed back to his den. The unfolding
disaster would leave him in bad graces with the Chairman,
and no doubt a large price set upon his head.
He burst into the room, locking the doors behind him,
running over to the wall panel on the other side. Tapping a
code on the keypad, it opened up revealing a series of
buttons. A flick of a switch and they all lit up bright red.
His last defiant act against the police, Renon chuckled
as he taped each one in rapid succession. Within minutes,
the lights went from red to green.
"You won't get me, Saotome," he snarled, closing the
panel back up.
Furious thoughts and wishes of pain filled Renon's
mind. The death he so eagerly wanted Ranma to experience
burned his chest, a longing that sent the blood racing
through his veins. Going to the desk, Marcus opened a draw
and pulled out a small, flat black case. Inside were
several thin grass green reeds, one of which he took up and
placed into his mouth.
The juices from the plant sent a wave of elation though
him, muscles relaxing. Sighing, he sat down for a moment to
rest, then started gathering what important documents he
would need. Pocketing the items, Marcus glanced up at the
time.
"Yes, there's still enough time for me to do one last
thing," he muttered.
Palming the actuator in his pocket, Marcus grinned as
he headed for the door towards the dinning room.

* * * * *

Genma's bellowing laugh echoed through the lower
corridors, his head tipped back towards the sky.
"What do think about this `fatboy' now, youngster?" he
shouted at the unfortunate guard held in a tight headlock at
his side. A sharp punch to the face staggered Genma's one-
time overseer, tears for mercy in his eyes.
"I-I-I'm sorry, sir!"
"You bet you are, boy!" shouted Genma, punching him
again.
Behind them, Soun finished off the guard he was
fighting, a sturdy kick to the face propelling him up the
way.
"Genma!" shouted Soun. "Put that fool out of his
misery and let's get out of here."
Genma spun around. "And miss repaying him for all of
the `FUN' we've had together?" replied the burly man,
planting another fist into the guard's face.
"We've no time for this! Knock him out and--,"
A long rumble carried from behind them; Soun turning to
see an odd dim glow coming from around the corner.
"Saotome, what could that be?"
Genma shrugged. "I don't know, Tendo."
A flash of heat passed, and then in a rush there
appeared sheets of flame bearing rapidly down on them. Both
men cried out, bolting up the corridor for their lives. In
a second, the two guards left behind were nothing but
screaming embers, their agonizing cries spurring Genma and
Soun on.
The heat was immense, and it threatened to subdue them,
but they held their breath coaxing every last measure of
adrenaline in their bodies into their veins. Rounding the
next turn the entrance could be seen, and in between several
of Marcus's guards hotly engaged with the police.
The loud roar and rush of air caught their attentions,
resulting in a mad scramble to the outer grounds. Soun
burst out first, letting out a yell as he leaped aside.
Genma legs pumped fast and furious. He could feel the
flames licking at his backside, and knew it was now or
never.
"AHHHH!" he cried, diving head first out the opening.
A large spout of flame boiled up into the night sky,
setting fire to all of the plants and shrubs around.
Finally, it dissipated making it safe for people to move
around.
Dazed, Soun pulled himself up. He staggered out into
the open and looked around.
"GENMA!"
"Don't shout, Tendo," Genma's gruff voice answered.
>From behind the burning shrubs, Genma staggered out. He was
scorched, several cuts and blisters adorning his baldhead.
Nothing critical, Soun let out a sigh of relief.
"Did not think I would live?" asked Genma.
"I could not tell, Saotome. I thought that fire had--
."
He paused, smirking at something apparently on Genma.
"What, what?" said Genma, looking around him.
Soun pointed to the flames burning the cloth at the
seat of Genma's pants.
A cry split the night air, Genma frantically running
around, swatting at the flames. Soun could not help but
laugh at his friend.
"Saotome, Saotome, drop and roll!" he told him.
Genma was not listening. He ran off spotting the large
pond a short distance away. With Soun in trail, Genma made
a mad dash for the cool relief it would provide.
"Saotome, wait!" Soun said, but he was too late.
KERSPLASH!
A spout of water hit Soun, and as the water dripped
down his face, he smirked at the panda bare cooling its
behind in the water.
"(pfth) I hope you're satisfied," grumbled Soun.
"Grrrowllrrr," trailed Genma Panda with a much needed
sigh of relief.
A bright flash of flame light the night again. Soun
looked up to see flames beginning to spread all around the
expanse of Renon Marcus's estate.
"He's burning it all down," said Soun. He suddenly
gasped. "Akane, Nodoka!"
Genma splashed out of the water, and they both sprinted
towards the castle.

* * * * *

Survival suddenly became the order of the day as sheets
of flames engulfed anything flammable in the castle. Ranma,
Lieutenant Kira, and Doctor Tofu battle to make their way up
towards the dining room, but their progress was hampered by
several burning pillars that blocked their path.
"Ranma!" shouted Oneda. "Is there another way to the
dining room?"
Ranma duck aside, dodging a beam that fell precariously
next to him. "No! This is the fastest way."
"We can't go any further, Ranma," shouted Doctor Tofu.
"We've got to go back!"
Ranma knew that if they retreated, Akane was sure to
die, if not at the hands of Renon Marcus, then hideously in
the growing flames.
"We gotta try!" he said.
"The flames are too great, Ranma!" Oneda said. "We'll
try another way around!"
Ranma grimaced, holding his side for a second. His
pains were building, and there was no way he was about to go
and abandon Akane. Screw that!
Snatching a partially burning curtain from its hooks,
Ranma let out a cry charging down the hall.
"Ranma, no!" cried Doctor Tofu, but he was too late.
Ranma dived through the crossed beams and out of sight.
"Damn that boy!" raged Ono.
Oneda looked around, knowing they need to depart before
they were overcome. "Tofu, let's go!"
Reluctantly, Ono retreated back down the hall with the
Lieutenant.
[Iron Brother, Iron Brother get everyone out,
immediately!] Oneda ordered.
[We're pulling out now, but Mousse is gone, and I don't
know where he went,] came Iron Brother's reply.
Another unforeseen mishap, Oneda's worries increasing.
[See if you can relocate him, but don't tarry and get
yourself killed!]
[Roger.]
Shaking his head, Oneda hurried to catch up with Doctor
Tofu. "Your young friends have a strong sense of devotion,
Doctor."
"A good trait I'm very proud of."
"Yes, but I hope it doesn't get them killed either."

* * * * *

At the top of the steps leading down into the court of
the Shinto shrine, Rei and his twin brothers paused to look
back at the flames rising from the castle.
"Such a waste," commented Rei, shaking his head.
"Guess I owe you an apology, big brother," said Huuchu-
so.
"Why is that?"
"We could have still been in there getting barbequed
right now."
Rei laughed, guiding them down the steps.
"So what is this appointment we're supposed to be
keeping, Rei?" continued Huuchu-so.
Rei began to explain, but abruptly stopped. He cut his
eyes around the courtyard noticing that several of the
torches were lit. It was no mere coincidence. Sensitive
ears caught the sound of footsteps from the darkness ahead,
steps that were steadily getting closer.
His arms came down, one brow arching up. "My brothers,
I think we are on time."
"Huh?" wondered Huuchu-so, but a frantic tug on a
sleeve from Bien-so drew his attention to the gloom before
them.
A lithe figure could be seen approaching, and as it
stepped out into the light, the Zuchen twins drew in breaths
of surprise.
It was Ukyo Kuonji.
"A-A-A-A g-g-ghost," stammered Bien-so.
"Hardly," said Rei.
Ukyo stopped, eyeing them in silence. She shifted the
battle spatula in her hands, the bandolier filled with
throwing spatulas gleaming beneath the light across the dark
outfit she wore.
"Miss me, boys?" she said with a sneer.
"This can't be!" exclaimed Huuchu-so. "We saw you get
blasted into the river!"
"Yeah, you're supposed to be dead!" added Bien-so.
"After what you guys did to me, you can say that is
true," replied Ukyo.
Rei crossed his arms, chuckling evenly. "I did not
think Yamaguchi could kill you. Unfortunately his real aims
were not known at the time."
"And now I've come to even the score."
"Vengeance, Ukyo? Not like your persona for such
desires."
"You are going to pay, Rei. You and your brothers."
Ukyo narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to make you feel all the
pain you put me through, the violations I had to endure at
your hands!"
"Really," said Rei. He thought, rubbing his chin as he
walked to the side of his brothers. "Hm, that is
interesting. I assume there is no way to talk you out of
this suicidal urge you are experiencing?"
Ukyo's angry stare was her only answer.
"Good," finished Rei. Reaching behind him, he drew out
his fighting staff. The ends extended, a turn locking them
in place. Another brief squeeze, curved spikes and needle-
point tips shooting up into place.
"Time to dance, Ukyo."
"Rei," called Huuchu-so.
"What?"
"We'll take her."
Surprised, Rei stepped back regarding them skeptically.
"You really think you can?" he asked.
"Not a problem," answered Bien-so.
It looked like Rei was about to say no, but he cut his
eyes over at Ukyo, and then smiled. "Okay. She's yours."
The deadly nunchaku flashed, Bien-so and Huuchu-so
clacking the ends together in unison as they walked steadily
towards Ukyo. She shifted, taking stance ready to do
battle.
"In a way I'm glad Yamaguchi didn't kill you, Ukyo,"
said Bien-so. "Now this gives me a chance to return the
favor you took with my nose."
"And believe me, you're going to wish he had killed you
after we get done," commented Huuchu-so.
"Don't bet on it, boys," snarled Ukyo.
The twins laughed. "I just love it when a woman
resists, don't you Bien-so?"
"Gets me all excited."
They both laughed again, twirling the nunchaku around
as they closed in.

* * * * *

Mousse ignored the heat and flames around him, fighting
to make his way along a corridor in search of Shampoo. In
his mind he swore that he would find her, even if it meant
dying here this night.
Renon's castle estate was quickly becoming an inferno,
but it did not matter. A loud crash sounded from somewhere
in the building, Mousse pressing on with grim determination.
He made his way around the next corner; only to find himself
staring at several of Marcus's guards attempting to flee the
other way.
Tension followed, angry eyes locking down on one
another. Mousse backed away, balling his fist ready too
fight. Apparently, the guards were just as eager, drawing
knives and daggers from their belts.
"No!" called a voice from behind them. Through the
haze Mousse could see Suin-Tan standing at the far end of
the hallway.
"Suin-Tan, where's Shampoo?" he shouted.
Suin-Tan sneered at him. "Leave him. He is mine," he
said too the guards.
They obeyed, stepping aside allowing Mousse to pass.
"Come, mole-man," called Suin-Tan.
He lit off up the next corridor; Mousse sprinting after
him. The chase wound its way up a flight of stairs to the
third level. The flames were just starting to envelope the
surrounding walls. Bursting out into the hall, Mousse
frantically looked around in search of his opponent.
"Suin!"
"In here, mole-man," came Suin-Tan's reply from one of
the rooms ahead. He ran inside.
Suin-Tan stood with arms folded across his chest,
glaring at Mousse. A dim mew called, Shampoo perking up at
his appearance. Frantically, she pawed at the side of the
bell jar then slumped down panting, heavily in the thin air.
Mousse sneered, walking steadily towards Suin-Tan.
"I'm going to pound you into grist, you bastard!"
"Not likely, Mousse," replied Suin-Tan.
Shampoo's weak cry stopped him. He could see she was
on the verge of death barely able to hold her head up.
"Shampoo," Mousse muttered, moving towards her. Suin-
Tan cut him off.
"No, Mousse. You have to get through me first."
"But, but she's dying, Suin-Tan!"
"She made that decision, not me."
With fist shaking, Mousse's eyes narrowed venomously at
him. "And you say you love her?"
"I do, but she is such a stubborn woman. So, we will
both die together here. A fitting end to things, don't you
think?"
It dawn on Mousse then that Suin-Tan had no intentions
of escaping the impending flames licking up around them. He
coughed on the acrid smoke seeping though the seams of the
walls and floor, shaking his head.
"No! I'm not going to let her die like this. We're
leaving this hell hole!"
Suin-Tan smiled. "After you've killed me, blind man."
An angry cry came from Mousse as he charged forward.
His fist rocketed towards Suin-Tan, parried by the big man's
wrist, counter-punching in return. Mousse ducked and spun
catching him at the side. It felt like he had just kicked a
thick redwood, but strong enough to stagger Suin-Tan.
Spinning back on his heels, an elbow connected with a chin
and Suin-Tan uttered a painful growl. Furious blows rained
down on him, dropping Suin-Tan to a knee.
Before Mousse could finish though, his wrists were
suddenly caught up in his massive fist. A kick knocked the
wind from him, the popping of already injured ribs sending
streaks of pain down his side. Suin-Tan flung Mousse back
towards the door.
"Well," he said between breaths. "You certainly have
improved your fighting skills." He imposed himself before
the bell jar. "Shall we try this again?"
Groaning as he stood up, Mousse's chest heaved. His
face was turned down in a scowl of rage, and then with a
sharp downward jerk of the arms, razor sharp taloned blades
extended from his sleeves.
"Ooo! Fighting Claws is it? Okay, I'll play," mocked
Suin-Tan.
Mousse attacked, thrusting out at Suin-Tan. He block
an arm, swatting it aside and landed a blow too the face
that sent Mousse reeling. He slammed up against the wall
partially dazed, and then slid too one side as a fist
smashed into the plaster with a crash. Mousse slashed back,
cutting Suin-Tan across the stomach. Growling, Suin-Tan
retreated clutching at the bloody gashes. His anger grew;
ducking and avoiding the deadly blades. They hissed through
the air, missing him altogether. Finally, Mousse dropped
back and lunged with both arms out before him. It was a
mistake; Suin-Tan stepping to one side extending an arm
catching Mousse across the throat.
"GAACK!" gasped Mousse as his head jerked back. Suin-
Tan landed a chop to the side of his neck tumbling him with
a loud crash to the floor. A solid kick rolled him then
Suin grabbed him by the shirt and pulled ripping it from his
body.
"Now you've got nothing more to hide from me, Mousse,"
said Suin-Tan. He noticed the bandages wrapped around his
ribs and left forearm, snickering evilly as he stepped back.
Mousse pulled himself up and turned bringing the claws
up again. He attacked, only to have Suin-Tan tangle the
blades in the torn shirt.
"Careless, Mousse," said Suin, flinging him aside. A
kick to the ribs stunned Mousse; a hard grip around his
injured forearm drawing a cry from him. Suin-Tan pulled the
strap of the claw apart. He flung the weapon aside, and
while maintaining his painful hold, smacked Mousse hard in
the face.
Moaning, Mousse tried to cut Suin-Tan with the
remaining blade, but it was a useless gesture. Suin-Tan
effortlessly caught his arm and ripped it away as well.
He squeezed tight on the bandages, pulling Mousse up to
his feet grinning triumphantly.
"You are no match for me, Mousse!" he shouted. A fist
slammed into Mousse's stomach, a knee to the ribs resulting
in a loud snap. As Suin-Tan pounded on Mousse, Shampoo
pawed at the glass again. She could not cry, but the sorrow
of watching Mousse enduring this punishment filled her eyes.
There was nothing she could do, and as Mousse slumped in a
heap at Suin-Tan's feet, she let out a sad moan.
Suin-Tan laughed, stepping back to stare down at
Mousse. "And now I will finish you, Mousse," he said.
"Pity. You came all this way to save Shampoo, only to have
her see you die at my hands."
Mousse shook; endure the flood of pain tearing through
him. His face contorted behind a grimace as he came up onto
his knees. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, glasses
askew across his face. He drew in a breath and looked up.
"No... NOOOOOO!"
He lunged surprising Suin-Tan with a body tackle that
sent them crashing into the futon across the room.
Suddenly, Suin-Tan found himself on the receiving end of
Mousse's angry fist beating down on him with unrelenting
fury. Taking a hand full of his hair, Mousse jerked him up
and rammed Suin-Tan head first into the wall. The big man
flopped to the floor, a kick then another hard slam sending
him into a daze.
It was all he could do to stand, but Mousse did
staggering back. Sharp pain made him pause, and he cradled
his left arm to his chest. By then Suin-Tan had recovered
his wits. Mousse caught his fist full on the jaw and sailed
across the room, rolling to a stop next too the bell jar.
"Mrroww!" cried Shampoo, pressing her face and paws
against the glass.
Her cries did no good. Mousse was spent, wracked with
pain, helpless on the floor as Suin-Tan approached. He
managed to raise his head, tear filled eyes looking at her.
"...I, I, I'm s-s-sorry, Shampoo," he gasped.
Suin-Tan wiped the blood from the face with the back of
a sleeve. He glared down Mousse, ready to deliver the final
blows that would end his life.
A foot tipped Mousse onto his back, and they stared at
each other for a moment.
"Well... well if you're g-going to kill me, Suin...
Suin-Tan... at least... at least let Sh-Shampoo go."
"Shampoo wanted to die this way, spurning my love, my--
."
"You call this, this... love?" shouted Mousse.
Suin-Tan snatched Mousse angrily up by the collar,
pulling him close to his face. "Yes, my LOVE!" he shouted,
squeezing Mousse's injured wrist hard. The tears streamed
down the stricken man's face as he moaned.
"The love I tried to share with her. The love she so
cruelly rejected. Mousse, you have no idea how much pain I
am suffering inside, more pain than your pitiful injuries!"
Hanging his head, Mousse weakly began to laugh.
"Suin... Suin-Tan, I think I can... can imagine what you are
going through threefold."
Letting out a growl, Suin-Tan cast Mousse aside. He
stood up and paced for several minutes, then spun around.
"What do you know about my pains, Mousse?"
"Y-Y-You think it's been easy for me, Suin? You think
these last few years being so close, being... being unable
to touch her soft skin, express how much I want her without
getting kicked in the face, or, or smacked across the top of
the head by Cologne?"
Mousse's words triggered something inside Suin-Tan.
For once he saw past his own blind desire, allowing him to
fully see the strong compassion and perseverance that
dwelled in Mousse. He looked at Mousse and saw himself, a
kindred soul chasing a dream.
The smoke was building around them, Suin-Tan looking
back at the door and the tongues of flame lapping around it.
Mousse coughed, clearing his lungs before continuing.
"I've been in pain every waking day. Hoping, wishing
that Shampoo would notice me, accept me for what I am,
forget Ranma and that stupid Amazon tradition and marry me
instead. But it never happens, always another empty
moment."
He sighed, closing his eyes as exhaustion caught up
with him. Suin stared at him, and then knelt down gripping
Mousse by the shoulders.
"So why do you stay if you know she's never going to
change her mind?"
Mousse grit his teeth. He clutched the front of Suin-
Tan's shirt, moving up eye to eye with him.
"For the same damn reason you took her from me, you
moron! Because I still hold that glimmer of hope that
someday... someday I'll succeed!"
Mousse let go, spent from his exertions. Suin-Tan
placed him back down on the floor and stood back up.
"...so, so If you are going to... kill me, please,
please spare her life."
Suin glanced up at the bell jar. Shampoo was looking
at the floor in what he could tell was shame after hearing
Mousse's words.
"And you are willing to give her up to me?" he asked.
"If she's alive, yes."
Suin-Tan stepped up. His dark glare locked down on his
helpless victim. "Then I will honor your request, Mousse,
seeing that you fought well."
A desperate moan went up, Shampoo pressed up against
the glass. Suin-Tan's foot rose up hovering over Mousse's
face. He grimaced, eyes shutting tight awaiting the rapid
sting of death sure to follow.
WHAM!
The cracking of wood sounded, but there came no pain.
Mousse opened one eye and found Suin-Tan staring silently
into space. He frowned and then Suin looked back down at
Mousse.
"I cannot kill you," he said, kneeling down. Mousse
breathed a sigh of relief. "You have made me realize how
much of a fool I have been allowing my wants to drive my
will. The dark things I have done. Tarnished my honor,
disgraced myself too my clan."
He looked sadly over at Shampoo. "Hurt the one whom I
cared for. I am unworthy of her love, and her happiness."
"Happens even too the best of us, Suin-Tan," said
Mousse, shaking his head.
Suin-Tan's head snapped around with a sneer. Mousse
shrugged lightly, smiling. The sneer faded away in to a
smile of his own. A crash from falling rafters out in the
hall startled him. Quickly, he stood hefting Mousse up with
him.
"This will hurt, Mole-man," said Suin as he
effortlessly slung Mousse over one shoulder.
"Aah! What are you doing?"
Kicking the bell jar over, Suin grabbed Shampoo by the
scruff of the neck. "Saving our hides, Mousse," he replied.
Mousse could see that the fire blocked off the doorway.
"How are we going to get out of here?"
"Suin-Tan laughed. "Let me worry about that," he
replied.

Chapter Thirty-One

The sharp cracks of wood hitting metal echoed around
the courtyard as Ukyo battled the Zuchen twins. They
pressed her, trying to keep her from focusing on one or the
other while searching for that strategic blow that would
give them the upper hand. So far, much of the fight had
turned into a draw, seesawing back and forth across the
court.
Rei sat on the steps watching his brothers and Ukyo
closely. He did not appear to be impatient, but there were
times when Ukyo did land a blow or two on one of his
brothers, his brows would narrow.
"You've gotten better, Ukyo," he called after a series
of blows.
"Just... warming up... Rei," she replied.
Ukyo knew though that she had to get rid of the twins
fast. Keeping this up would only tire her, and she knew Rei
would finally jump in. Two was bad enough, Rei; the best
fighter of the brothers, meant she would lose no doubt.
It was time to end this round.
Bien-so attacked Ukyo as she turned to face Huuchu-so,
nunchaku twirling rapidly towards her head. Sensing him,
she leaped aside bringing the flat side of her battle
spatula across his face. As Bien-so fell back, Huuchu-so
snapped an end at Ukyo's grip of her weapon. His attempt to
disarm her met empty air, the spatula whirling high above
her head. The handle slammed down across his wrist,
snapping the bones with a loud crack. He yelled in pain
dropping the nunchaku and clutched his shattered forearm.
Blood streamed through his fingers, Huuchu-so staring at it
in disbelief. He glanced up catching a foot to the chin,
sailing back across the courtyard.
Bien-so looked in time to see his brother roll to a
stop. The anger rushed to his temples, furious grips
turning the knuckles of his hands white. He cried out, the
twin charging blindly back into the fray. One on one was
more to Ukyo's taste. The blade deflected the swirling
pommels, her counter swipe barely dodged by Bien-so. Ukyo
planted the edge into the courtyard, and using it for
support swung her body around catching Bien-so in the
stomach. He let out a gasp, then her fist smashed into his
face, re-shattering his already busted nose.
Ukyo's fist pummeled him mercilessly, Bien-so caught up
by the front of his shirt. A sharp pain suddenly crashed
across Ukyo's head, staggering her. It was Huuchu-so coming
to his brother's aid despite the injury to his arm. The
single nunchaku twirled driving her back. He managed a
laugh pressing home his attack. The battle-spatula was
still lodged into the courtyard behind him, Ukyo dodging the
swipes and sharp snaps to her body. Another swipe, and she
caught him by surprise stepping into his attack before he
could recoil for the next strike.
A fist rocked his chin, a knee to the midsection taking
the breath from Huuchu-so. Grabbing him by the chest, Ukyo
levered him back over her head sending him painfully to the
ground once more. Retrieving her weapon, Ukyo stood up,
chest heaving as she went after him. Huuchu-so's angry
sneer greeted her, the twin staggering to his feet.
"I-am-THROUGH-with you!" shouted Ukyo.
A thrust with the edge of the blade shattered the chain
between the pommels, another thrust cracking Huuchu-so
sternum. The end of the grip shattered ribs, a roundhouse
snapping his head sharply to one side.
"HUUCHU-SO!" cried Bien-so, as his brother dropped to
his knees. Huuchu-so let out a strained growl, eyes
clenched tight as the pain wracked his devastated body. He
made a thick sharp cough, streams of blood trickling through
his clenched teeth.
"NOOOOO!" raged Bien-so, shooting to his feet.
Time seemed to slow around Ukyo as the half-crazed twin
charged her. She let her battle spatula fall away, moving
with consummate grace stepping into Bien-so's attack. Ukyo
turned catching him with a backhand to the chin. Catching
him by one arm, a downward thrust snapped it, cartilage and
bone ripping through the tendons. Bien-so's cry split the
air, but Ukyo was not finished yet. A kick knocked his feet
from under him, Ukyo helping him along with a blow to the
chest. More crunching sounds were heard, Bien-so landing
painfully onto his left shoulder.
The moan from Bien-so was filled with endless pain.
Ukyo felt no remorse as he tried to drag his battered body
away from her. She sneered and picked up her battle
spatula, walking over ready to finish him off. She raised
it high, but got no further as a steely blow propelled her
to the far side of the courtyard.
Rei stood over his dying brother watching as Ukyo
bounced to a stop on the ground. He knelt down and cradled
Bien-so in his arms. A brief glance told Rei that Huuchu-so
was no more, lingering spasms the only sign that life once
filled his body. Ukyo moaned and rolled onto her stomach,
looking up at him. She growled, teeth clenched tight and
started to rise. Rei pointed a stern finger at her and Ukyo
stopped.
"...r-r-rei," called Bien-so's weak voice. His elder
brother looked sadly down at him. "we, we, we were...
defeated, my brother."
Rei hid his tears. "No, Bien-so. You both fought
well."
Bien-so shuddered, breath becoming haggard and thin.
"...u-ukyo?"
"She will die soon."
Numbness started to creep through Bien-so. He gasped,
then began to weep. "This is quite painful, Rei," he said.
"I am sure your wounds are."
"No, no... defeat. It is painful to accept."
Rei could not answer him, bitter tears running down his
cheeks.
"...m-m-make the... pain go away, rei... Please."
Rei drew in a breath. He gazed upon his brother before
planting a light kiss on his forehead. His arm tensed, and
Ukyo let out a yelp in shock as Rei snapped Bien-so's neck.
A long silence followed, Rei's rocking Bien-so back and
forth. Finally, he picked him up and gently placed him next
to Huuchu-so.
"I will avenge you, my brothers," muttered Rei.
He turned and faced Ukyo. "Well?" he called to her.
Ukyo got to her feet. Retrieving her battle spatula,
she walked back out into the light again.

* * * * *

Akane was on her knees frantically tugging on the
locked cage doors, trying to get out. Smoke and fumes made
it difficult for her to breath, and the rising heat
threatened to overwhelm her.
"Help!" she cried in desperation. The cage door
rattled but remained locked, resisting all of her efforts.
"Please, please somebody get me out of here!" Akane
shouted, crying hard.
The smoke was growing thinker, and she hunkered lower
to avoid its deadly veil. Suddenly, a sharp shock hit.
Akane jerked, startled by the attack, falling on her back.
She moaned then another shock jerked her around.
"Oh, Akane," Marcus called up to her. "You think
anyone can hear you?"
Akane pulled herself up to the edge. "Let me out of
here, Marcus!"
He smirked, sending another painful shock through the
cage. "You don't get it, do you? Akane Tendo, Ranma has
sentenced you to death, can't you see this?"
He could hear Akane crying now, his sadistic grin
forming on his face. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! This will be worth
the lost chance of ravaging you. Ranma's dear woman gone
but with the press of a button!"
Akane could hear the control in Renon's hand start to
whine, a low cry that started building in intensity.
Sitting painfully back up, she peered down at him.
Renon winked. He set the control down on the edge of
the table, then went too the controls and lowered the cage
halfway down.
"Thinking how much of a mistake it was for you to
resist me, hm?" he teased.
Akane's face slammed up against the bars as she reached
through them trying to grab Renon. He laughed, stepping
back.
"Ah, still feisty I see. Tch, tch, tch, that's too
bad. It is such a waste of energy. No matter, I will
terminate that rage here shortly."
"I HATE YOU, MARCUS!"
A mocking hand went to his chin, Marcus deliberating
her outburst. "Yes, yes, you've said that before. Sad.
Unfortunate that your dear Ranma will not be here to save
you, now isn't it?"
The crash of the main doors brought Marcus whirling
about. Through the smoke and flames, Ranma ran in.
"Akane!" he shouted, looking around.
Renon arched a brow. He stepped back, pulling another
stem from his pocket. Akane's eyes were wide, cheered by
her fianc'e's appearance.
"Ranma! Ranma, Ranma get me out of this thing!" she
cried.
Ranma looked briefly at the cage, then at Marcus. His
eyes narrowed as he began stalking ominously towards him.
"I am going to FUCK you up!" he shouted, stabbing a
finger at him.
"Oh you are, are you?" replied Renon. Ranma grimaced,
clutching at his side for a moment.
"Still hurting I see, Saotome," continued Renon.
"Hardly the `triumphant' hero posture I'd say."
Marcus began inching his way back to the table and the
control at the corner, a move not missed by Akane.
"Ranma, stop him, he's going to kill me!"
Ranma's eyes went wide. Angrily, Renon turned leaping
for the device. His hand caught it up, thumb poised over
the killer button, but a sturdy blow to the back stunned him
and it clattered across the floor.
The two men crashed to the ground. Ranma yanked Renon
up. He drew back an arm and backhanded the doctor across
the face sending him reeling into the wall. The breadth of
his knee smashed into Renon's solar plexus drawing the
satisfying cry of pain from him. As Marcus slid down, Ranma
staggered back shuddering from another round of pains.
For a split second, he closed his eyes as the spasm
passed. When he opened them, much to his surprise Renon
Marcus was on the attack, a fist rocketing straight towards
his face. His teeth cracked loudly together, the pain only
adding to Ranma's miseries. Marcus's shoulder hit him hard
in the stomach. They rocketed back sprawling over the top
of the table onto the floor on the other side.
Ranma had always wondered how Marcus overpowered
Happosai that night in the Imperial grounds, but now was not
the time to find out that the doctor could ably defend
himself. In a flash, Renon was up kicking Ranma across the
face as he tried to stand. Grabbing him by the back of the
collar, Renon rammed him head first into the side of the
mahogany table. A ribbon of blood ran down Ranma's
forehead; Renon laughing as he slammed his face several
times down on the top of the table. Letting out a heavy
growl, Renon twirled the dazed Saotome around, launching him
back across the table into a small cabinet against the wall.
It broke open, silverware and other commodities clattering
around him.
Renon's expression was drawn into a crazed leer. He
was ready to finish Ranma before the man could find his
senses. The groans from Ranma greeted him as he came around
the head of the table. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached
down and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling painfully back
stopping him in his tracks. Akane pulled and tugged with
all she had, raking her nails across Renon's face.
"GAAAHHHH!" he cried, fighting to pull away.
He brought an arm up knocking Akane's grip free,
catching hold of her left forearm.
"So you want to play too!" raged Renon.
A strong jerk down across the bottom of the cage
resulted in a loud crack. Akane screamed clutching her arm,
falling back to the middle of the cage floor. Marcus's eyes
found the controls lying on the floor.
Moaning in immeasurable pain, Akane called to Ranma.
"RANMA!" she begged, praying he could hear her.
Ranma did. Looking up, he drew in a gasp as Renon
Marcus picked up the control. There was no way he could
reach him in time, and he frantically looked around for
anything to throw.
"You're dead, Akane Tendo!" shouted Renon, raising the
device high into the air.
Ranma panicked, then spotted the length of chain and
cable holding Akane's cage suspended above the floor. A
sliver platter lay next to his right hand and he snatched it
up.
There came an audible click, and then Akane could feel
the beginnings of energy cut through her body. She
screamed, jerking sharply as the amperage increased, then
through the air sailed the platter; Ranma heaving it with
all his might. The end slammed into the cable and chain,
not enough to cut them, but instead acted like a shorting
probe for the high currents flowing through them. A bright
flash followed, Ranma shielding his eyes as the metals burst
apart. Akane's cage crashed too the floor. The cage
crumpled then it tipped to one side and rolled to a stop
against the wall.
"Akane!" shouted Ranma, rushing over. She lay
unconscious amidst the bars; skin streaked with black and
red burns. So caught up in his concern for her, Ranma
missed Marcus's sudden appearance off to the side.
A fist caught him in the temple, Ranma crying out as he
fell. Renon's foot raced towards his head ready to end his
life, but Ranma grabbed it with both hands and threw him
back. He stood up, fury building inside as he faced Renon.
Marcus attacked again only to have his face meet up
with the jackknife hammering of Ranma's fist, sending the
doctor sprawling back across the floor. Quickly, he was up
again, this time grabbing a chair swinging it at Ranma. It
passed over his head, Ranma ducking low coming up with a
blow to Renon's ribs. He yelled, feeling them literally
shatter into pieces. Ranma caught Renon before he could
fall, holding him up before him by the collar. He drew back
a fist.
"I-should've-done-this-when-I-had-you-before-you-
bastard!" growled Ranma, blows pummeling Marcus with each
word.
His fist cocked back again, and with a piercing cry,
sent Renon sailing over the table. Ranma stopped, chest
suddenly tight. He gasped before moving after Renon.
Sliding across the tabletop, Ranma held back his growing
pains. A berserker rage possessed him now. His pupils were
pinpoint, nothing but Renon Marcus focused in his view.
Marcus slowly looked up through swollen eyes, barely
able to see the raging mad stalking towards him. He heard
Ranma's muted groans and let out a haggard laugh.
"THAT'S IT, SAOTOME! GET MAD AT ME, LET OUT YOUR HATE
AND ANGER!" he shouted, taunting the man.
Ranma did not need any help. He was just about on him,
when Ranma suddenly went rigid, face and eyes filled with
shock.
"AIEEEE!" cried Ranma, falling onto his back.
Pain like he had never experienced held him in helpless
riga-mortise. It was worse than his first experiences from
the poisons coursing through his veins, muscles so tight
that they threatened to break every bone in his body. Ranma
moaned again, crying helplessly on the floor.
Slowly, Renon stood up. He gazed down on Ranma's
quivering form, and then laughed menacingly. Marcus walked
around him, working up a glob of blood that he spit into
Ranma's face.
"You see, Saotome, your anger is what spread the
poisons through your body. I figured a bright boy like
yourself would have figured that out." Marcus smacked him a
few times on the cheek. "Guess you're not as bright as I
was led to believe."
He knelt down close to an ear. "Here's another
surprise for you, Ranma. There is no antidote for what you
took."
Ranma managed a throttled cry, cutting his eyes over at
Marcus.
"Yes, yes, dear boy! None whatsoever. The
counteragent you might be wondering? Oh, kind of like a...
`pain suppressant'. Effective, no?"
Marcus stood up, continuing his walk around Ranma.
"You should have allowed Sapparo to kill you. Then again, I
would have been cheated of this chance to kill you myself."
Akane's light moan stopped Renon. Inside the cage, she
stirred slowly opening her eyes. "Ranma?" she said.
"Over here, Akane," called Marcus.
From her position Akane could see Ranma's suffering
form on the floor. She screamed, shaking her head as she
began to cry.
"Ranma, Ranma!" called Akane, reaching through the
mangled bars with her good arm.
Renon laughed. "No, Akane. He's going to die, and you
will watch as I kill him."
"No! Damn you, Marcus!"
Making a playful shrug, Renon looked back down at
Ranma. "Your little girlfriend will burn here in my estate.
Fitting for such a demon as she is." He waved a finger,
clicking his tongue. "You though, Ranma, I am going to
personally kill. Especially after you had the nerve to
attack ME!"
A sharp kick to the body drew another cry from Ranma.
Going to the cabinet on the wall, Renon opened a drawer and
pulled out a long slim carving knife. He returned, toying
with the end of the blade.
Renon kicked Ranma again. He straddled him, hands
gripping the handle of the knife eagerly.
"Any last words, Saotome?" he asked.
Ranma could only groan in pain.
"Oh yes, I forgot. Well, I'll make this clean." The
humored smile melted away, replaced by an angry scowl.
"Good bye, Ranma Saotome.
The knife came up high over Renon's head.
"Marcus, no! Stop!" shouted Akane.
Marcus began the downward thrust, but a hiss from
behind cut the air. He tensed as something sliced along the
width of his back. The shock from the cut brought a gasp
from Marcus. He dropped the knife, and it clattered to the
floor at Ranma's side.
With what life remained in him, Renon Marcus turned
around too face his attacker. Nodoka Saotome stood with her
katana still held up in the air from the sweep, Renon's
blood running down the length of the blade. Her face was
streaked from the soot and burning debris, parts of her
kimono singed after braving the fires to reach the dining
room. Some of her hair had come undone, falling too one
side about her shoulder.
Renon gasped again, coughing as blood started to fill
his lungs. He began taking wobbling step towards her,
smiling calmly. Nodoka sneered. She brought her katana
down to her side, locking a cold stare on him. The distance
closed then Renon reached out, his shaking hand caressing
the side of Nodoka's cheek.
"Y-y-yesss... s-so delicate... as, as a butterfly. G-
graceful, even in the... the face of death," he said.
They were eye to eye now, Nodoka's gaze never wavering.
"I told you I would kill you, Renon Marcus. A mother always
keeps her word."
The katana came up, slicing Marcus across the chest and
throat. He grimaced, lips curled back in pain, then turned
with a look of disbelief on his face. He sank to his knees,
chocking as he tried to breath. Finally, his body slammed
forward, a long and lingering gurgle sounding as the life
ebbed from Renon Marcus.
Nodoka wiped her blade on Marcus's back. A cry from
Ranma brought her rushing to his side.
"Ranma, my baby!" she said, frantically looking him
over.
"Mrs. Saotome!" shouted Akane.
Nodoka gasped, running over to the mangled cage.
Together they managed to pry the several of the bars apart,
allowing Akane to wriggle her way through.
"Akane, you are hurt!" exclaimed Nodoka, noticing the
way she cradled her left arm.
"I'll be fine," replied Akane. "We've got to get Ranma
too a hospital!"
A burst of flames leaped from the main doorway, Akane
and Nodoka drawing back. Time was running out for all of
them. Together, they went back to Ranma and started pulling
him up.
"I'll carry him," Nodoka told Akane. "Help me get him
on my back."
Akane levered Ranma up as best she could. His cries
increased, but there was no time to be gentle with him.
Once in position, Nodoka pointed towards the side door
leading to Marcus's den, and they set off hoping they would
make it out alive.

* * * * *

The clash of metal against metal filled the air as Rei
and Ukyo lunged and parried across the courtyard. Although
Rei was the stronger of the two, Ukyo's speed and dexterity
made up for that. Her strikes came fast and furious; Rei
just able to avoid any seriously disabling blows.
A nimble leap propelled Ukyo over his head. She landed
on her feet, twirling her battle spatula around aiming for
the back of Rei's legs. He turned, barely deflecting the
blow. Rei took a few steps back out of reach to reset
himself.
"You fight well, Ukyo," said Rei, pacing around her.
"I commend you for having such fortitude."
Ukyo hid the exhaustion in her, the fight between her
and Rei's brothers having gone on too long. Only the hate
she felt against him kept her going, but soon that too would
not be enough.
"I'm determined to see you go down, Rei. Just like
your brothers did."
Rei cast her a casual smile, holding the staff down
along his right arm to his side.
"My brothers only failed because they played around
with you too long."
"Or is it that you used them to try and wear me out, hm
Rei?"
That stung, Rei sneering at her.
Ukyo giggled. "You could have helped them at any time.
I'm glad you didn't, otherwise this fight would be totally
different now."
"I did not sacrifice my brothers, bitch!" snarled Rei.
"Seems that way. Guess you knew you could not take me
in a fair fight, just like so many times before in school.
Cowardly if I may say."
"YAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed Rei, rage burning in his eyes.
His staff swung wildly through the air, Ukyo deflecting
it with her weapon, retreating slowly before him. He was
not too be stopped, muscles bulging, angry cries filling the
air as he press home his attack. A sudden, low sweep caught
Ukyo knocking her feet from under her. She fell, rolling
too the side as the needle tipped end slammed down into the
stone surface.
Her desperate kick caught Rei in the stomach, but it
was like kicking a truck tire. He barely felt it; staff
rising high, streaking down towards her head. Ukyo brought
her battle spatula up. There was a loud clang, and the
shaft of the spatula bent sharply inwards.
"Shit!" grumbled Ukyo diving aside.
Desperately, she crawled past Rei turning around,
coming to her knees.
"Hold still, Kuonji!" roared Rei.
He lunged again, but Ukyo dodged aside grabbing the
staff. She pulled, kicking a leg up which caught Rei on the
tip of his chin. His head rocked back, but Rei shrugged off
the pain. A frantic cry came from Ukyo as he swung the
staff around launching her across the courtyard. She let
go, tumbling a few times until she hit the wall.
Ukyo moaned, rubbing the back of her head. Rei's
running steps caught her ears and she looked up to find him
charging towards her with the staff extended. Her head was
still groggy, but Ukyo shifted, sliding off to her right.
The move was slow though, and a piercing cry split the night
as the tip of the staff pined Ukyo's left shoulder to the
wall.
"That's for Huuchu-so and Bien-so!" said Rei, giving
the staff another thrust and twist.
Ukyo grimaced, holding back her cries, teeth grit tight
together. She hissed as the pain shot through her arm, then
with her free hand reached up to the bandolier across her
chest. A hard flick sent three spatulas deep into Rei's
chest and collarbone. He growled, releasing the staff as he
staggered back.
"You, you fuck!" snarled Ukyo, grabbing the staff.
"GggaaaaAAAAHHHHH!" she cried as she pulled the end from her
shoulder. It fell away with a sick wet pop; Ukyo falling to
her side clutching the gapping wound. Rei also managed to
pull the spatulas from his body. He cast them down to the
ground and started moving back towards her.
"No you don't!" shouted Ukyo, launching three more at
him.
They stitched a path across the front of Rei's left
knee. Brawn or no brawn, the agonizing pains dropped him as
the blades dug in. As he lay moaning and rolling on the
ground, Ukyo began crawling towards her damaged battle
spatula.
"Oh, you asshole! You bastard! You, you son-of-a-
bitch!" cursed Ukyo while she pulled her way across the cold
rough surface of the courtyard.
Rei gripped the last spatula imbedded in his knee and
pulled it out. He grimaced as he came to his feet.
"Kuonji!" he snarled, limping towards her. Ukyo looked
back.
"I... I am going to kill you with my bare hands!"
"Uh oh," muttered Ukyo. Only one throwing spatula
remained. Taking it from its holder, Ukyo drew her arm
back. This had better give me the time I need, she thought,
letting it fly.
THWAP!
AAAAHHHH!
Rei placed his hands over the blade lodged in his right
eye, staggering around. It allowed Ukyo time to finish her
crawl. Gripping the handle, she rolled onto her back and
then sat up, swinging the battle spatula around. Rei cried
out again as the blunt end smashed into the lower part of
his back. He could hear his spine crack, a cold numbing
sensation flowing through his legs.
The big man crumpled to the ground; another hard swing
slamming into the side of his head. Ukyo was on her knees
now, beating Rei senseless. She let her fury go, not
stopping until Rei finally let out one last groan before
going silent.
Ukyo stared at Rei for a moment, breathing heavily from
her exertions. She tossed her weapon aside and inched
closer to him. "Rei?" called Ukyo. There came no response.
Her hand reached out, giving him a shake, but it appeared
that Rei Zuchen would never move again.
She narrowed her eyes. Pressing her body up against
him, Ukyo grunted as she tipped Rei over onto his back. He
was a mess, blood streaking across the front of his face.
Ukyo smiled, leaning close.
"May you rot in the hell you've built, Rei Zuchen...
GURK!"
Rei's strong grip locked around Ukyo's throat, his
fingers digging deep into her flesh. He opened his one good
eye, grinning at her.
"Not so fast, bitch!" he uttered with a throaty growl.
Ukyo tried to pull away, but Rei was much too strong
for her. The cartilage in her throat began to snap, and she
knew it was time to act fast. Behind them lay Rei's
fighting staff; Ukyo levering herself over him. Her
momentum pulled him along until he was just about on top,
but Ukyo planted her foot into his stomach and tipped him
over.
Rei's head came down on one of the extended blades. It
cut into the back of his neck, shocking him. He was not
about to give up, determined to drag Ukyo along with him
into the afterlife. The pressure increased, Ukyo's face
turning blue, but it was not enough.
Rei's eyes found hers before slipped off into death as
they rolled back.
His grip slackened enough for Ukyo to pull herself
free. While she hacked and fought to regain her breath, two
dark figures approached from the darkness behind her.
Konatsu and Lieutenant Kira's other ninja operative;
Kunoichi came up behind her. They gazed at the aftermath of
the battle trading surprised looks. Kunoichi went over to
the bodies of the Zuchen twins while Konatsu knelt down to
help Ukyo.
"Ukyo?" he called lightly.
Her head snapped around, eyes wide and full of terror
and fear at what she had just done. She drew in a harsh
breath, her bottom lip quivering as she fought to hold back
her tears.
Konatsu placed a comforting hand on Ukyo's shoulder
drawing her gently into his chest. She broke down into a
mournful sob, pressing her body closer to him.
"Is she going to be all right?" asked Kunoichi.
Konatsu hugged Ukyo tight rocking her lightly. He
stared down at Rei's lifeless body, and then nodded.
"Yes, she'll be fine. Quite fine."

* * * * *

Shampoo held Mousse in her arms, the two of them
soaking in Marcus's outdoor sauna. She cupped a hand full
of warm water, pouring it down over his head to wash the
blood from it.
On the decking, Suin-Tan stood silently gazing down at
them. He frowned; troubled by his past actions and the way
he had alienated himself with Shampoo. There would be no
chance of ever possessing her now, an outcast that could
never redeem himself.
Doffing his shirt, Suin-Tan tossed it over to Shampoo.
"Put that on before you catch your death of cold," he told
her.
While Shampoo put on his shirt, Suin turned and gazed
up at the burning castle. Sad, he thought, then Shampoo's
call of his name gained his attention. He could not bear to
face her again, clenching his eyes shut.
"Suin-Tan," called Shampoo again.
"You may not believe me, Shampoo, and I do not expect
you too, but I'm sorry for everything I have done to you and
your friends."
His apology surprised Shampoo. She started to move
towards him, but Mousse's groan stopped her.
Suin turned his head slightly to one side, cutting them
a quick glance. "Take care of Mousse. He's a good man,
strong, someone who can be trusted in moments of need. You
need that type of person in your life, Shampoo." He turned,
smiling at her. "Take care, both of you."
Suin-Tan started walking towards the far grounds.
Shampoo called to him again, and he stopped.
"Will we, will we see you again?" she asked, touched by
his sincerity.
He never looked back, a tear slowly running down a
cheek. "No, Shampoo, you will not," answered Suin-Tan,
walking away into the darkness.

* * * * *

Lieutenant Kira watched Marcus's castle burn while his
people rounded up what few survivors remained of his dark
organization. This was not what he wanted, but at least it
could be counted as a victory for the Police Force. Ken,
Iron Brother, Knight, and Rogue came up to make their
reports.
"Looks like we're done here, boss," said Ken. "We've
arrested Marcus's thugs and are carting them off to jail."
"Marcus?" asked Oneda.
Iron Brother shrugged. "No sign of anyone fitting his
description."
"We found Mousse and Shampoo in one of the saunas out
back," added Rogue. "Soun Tendo and this large panda bear
are with our medical crews getting treated."
"Kunoichi reports Ukyo and Konatsu are safe," said
Knight.
"What about Ranma, his fiance, and his mother? Have
they been found?"
The three men paused, then all eyes turned back to the
burning castle.
"Oh shit," muttered Ken.
Oneda was about to order another foray into the castle,
when he spotted something moving through the flames around
the front doors. He squinted his eyes unable to believe
what he was seeing.
Somebody was running from the interior, and it appeared
that they had a water soaked blanket draped over their body.
Bursting out into the open, he could see that it was not
one, but two people. They collapsed to their knees and the
smoldering blanket was thrown back.
Akane and Nodoka coughed, drawing in large volumes of
breaths. As Nodoka lay Ranko down on the ground, Akane
stood up.
"Somebody help us!" she shouted frantically.
Oneda led his people to their aid, pulling them away
from harm. Nabiki, Kasumi, and Doctor Tofu rushed over.
"Akane!" cried Nabiki, hugging her sister. Akane let
out a scream, pushing her sister away. "Akane, what
happened to you?"
Akane held her injured arm, grimacing from the pain.
"Marcus broke my arm," she said. "But don't worry about me!
Ranma's dying!"
Doctor Tofu was already working to save the stricken
man. "Lieutenant, I need to get Ranma to a hospital NOW!"
he shouted.
Oneda called up a car, and Ranko was placed into the
back seat. Doctor Tofu climbed in, and it sped off.
"Another Nerima surprise?" Ken asked Nabiki, getting a
nod in reply.
It was a miracle, thought Oneda. He turned to Akane.
"What happened to Marcus?" he asked her.
"He is dead," answered Nodoka.
Her grim tone cast away all doubts of Marcus's demise.
She, and the rest of the Tendo clan, went too take care of
their injuries. Ken grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Tough family," he muttered low.
They were done here, Lieutenant Kira giving the castle
one last look. He shook his head, letting out a sigh.
"Iron Brother, round up our people and send them back
to base. Leave a small detachment here to ensure this fire
does not spread."
As Iron Brother issued the orders, Oneda addressed the
rest of his staff. "We did well tonight, people," he said.
"Excellent job containing Marcus and his henchmen. An extra
well done too you, Knight, for getting those main gates
opened."
Thank you sir, I--." Knight paused, frowning. "Excuse
me, sir?"
"The main gates. Ryoga told us how he found them
opened when he arrived."
The ninja rubbed his chin. "That's strange," he said.
"What?" asked Ken.
"Kunoichi and I never got a chance to reach them."
Lieutenant Kira did a double take at his man. "Are you
telling me you did not open them?"
"I guess that is what I am saying, sir."
"Well if you didn't open them, and Ryoga did not open
them, who did?" said Ken.
Oneda thought a moment. He gazed around at the
surrounding hills.
"Yes, who did indeed?"

* * * * *

Happosai's tired eyes blinked away the clouds of haze
in them, watching the events far below. He said on the side
of a hill beneath a tree, huddled up in a blanket to stay
warm against the cold air.
The spark of a match flashed in the darkness behind
him, Yun-Fong lighting the cigarette in his holder.
"So, Happi," he said, moving up beside him. "I guess
we can say things are finished between us."
Happosai nodded. "Now we are even, Yun-Fong."
"Not quite." Yun-Fong held out a small bottle handing
it down to Happosai.
"What's this?"
"For your young man, Ranma. Take it to him. It will
save his life."
Happosai put the bottle in his pocket. "Now I owe
you," he said.
"That was already the fact, Happi," replied Yun-Fong.
The old sage moved close, whispering lightly into
Happosai's ear.
"You seem to forget, I spared your life. Thus, you owe
me, you demented old goat."
Happosai barely held back his anger knowing he was
still too weak to fight Yun-Fong. His head turned slightly
to the side.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Yun moved to the other ear. "That means I will leave
you with the tormenting fact that you are now in my debt.
Full satisfaction for the past humiliations you incurred
upon me."
Happosai turned his head to look at Yun-Fong, but he
shifted back to the other side.
"And what will you want in return, Fong?"
Yun-Fong chuckled sinisterly. "I'll allow you to
ponder that, Happosai, but remember one thing."
Happosai's eyes cut over to him. "What?" he snarled.
Yun-Fong drew in on his cigarette before replying.
"I will be back to collect. Count on it."
He hissed, a thick stream of smoke enshrouding Happosai
for a moment. When it finally cleared, Happosai leaped from
the folds of the blanket searching for his nemesis.
"Fong," called Happosai, but he had disappeared.
"Yun-Fong!" Happosai shouted, desperately looking
around.
His efforts were futile, and Happosai tipped his head
up too the night sky.
"FONGGGGGGGGGGGG!" he roared, the name echoing across
the valley.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Juntendo Hospital
Two Weeks later;

Darkness.
Why is it so dark? Don't remember going to sleep at
all?

...


Funny, my arms, I can't feel them at all. Can't feel
my legs either.

...

Say?
What's happening?

[bbbzzzpppmmmaaaa bbzzzbbbzzzmmmm bbaakkubzzzzzzpp.]

What? Say what? I can't understand you. Who's
speaking?

[bbzzzzmmmmm bbzzzmmmmmm, bzzzzmmmmmpppmmmaaaa,
mmmmummmppbzziii!]

Wait, let me concentrate.

...

[...rrrraaannmmmaa...ppplllleeeeeaaassee ...wwwaakkkkeee
e...uuuuuppppp!]

...

I know that voice!

It sure is dark here. Maybe if I just follow it I'll
find my way out... or find a light switch.

...

Sure is dark here.


* * * * *

Akane's tear streaked cheeks were red from all of her
crying. She sat next to the bed where Ranma lay, holding
his hand. He had not moved since his ordeal at Marcus's
estate, and it was only from the efforts of Doctor Tofu and
the hospital staff that Ranma was alive at all. Happosai's
antidote purged him of the poison in his blood, but for the
rest of the injuries Ranma suffered, it was a wait and see
situation.
On the other side of the bed, Nodoka sat holding
Ranma's other hand, stroking it tenderly. She was sullen,
praying that her only child would awaken and be his same
cheerful self.
Around the room, the rest of the Nerima gang stood
watching in grim silence.
"Gee, Doc. You think Ranma is ever going to wake up?"
asked Tsubasa.
Doctor Tofu pressed his lips together, thinking a
moment. "It is hard to say right now," he answered.
Genma, standing at the foot of the bed, dropped to a
knee. "My boy!" he sobbed. "I cannot bear to think of him
dying so suddenly!"
Soun patted his friend gently on the shoulders. "Ranma
is strong. He will return to us."
"But when!" said Ukyo. Her wound started aching. She
grimaced drawing in a breath to settle herself down.
Konatsu asked if she was all right, and she nodded
tightening the strap on her sling.
Akane leaned over Ranma, peering close into his face.
She felt his light breaths and could feel heart beating
beneath her palm.
"Ranma, please don't die on me," she whispered gently
into his ear. "I miss you. I miss you a lot."
He remained silent, and the rest of the gang could feel
Akane's anguish in the air.
"So sad, Akane," said Shampoo in a low voice. Mousse
placed an arm around her, and she sighed resting her head
against his chest.
"We should go," Kasumi said. "Standing here will not
bring him back any quicker."
"Yes," said Doctor Tofu. "Kasumi is right, and some of
you need to be getting some rest of your own."
"See, you here that?" Ryoga said to Akari, seated in a
wheelchair. "You should be back home, resting."
"Ryoga, you know I can't just lay helpless like some
spoilt child. The farm needs tending, you still need some
care, and--."
"And so do you. Now hush, we're leaving."
Nabiki sat down next to Akane. "Little sister, you
need to come home too," she said.
Akane shook her head. "I can't leave Ranma alone now."
She gazed upon him, tears forming in her eyes. "Ranma's
like this because of me."
"Akane, we've been here long enough," said Nodoka. "I
also worry for my son, but it will not help if we collapse
from exhaustion."
"Or starve to death, just like you're doing now," added
Nabiki.
"But Nabiki, I--."
Nabiki raised a finger, stopping Akane's protest.
The rest of the gang started filing out. Akane allowed
Nabiki to guider up from the bed towards the door. She
paused to give him one last look then started moving again.
"Shrimp sounds good," said Hikaru aloud. "There's a
fast food joint just down the street. They serve great take
out bowls."
"Not on your life," grumbled Cologne as she wheeled
herself along. "We need proper meals!"
"...beef and noodles sounds good," Ranma suddenly said
in a weak voice.
"Yeah, okay Ranma," answered Gosunkugi. "We'll bring
you back a bowl when we return."
The door closed shut, bursting open seconds later,
Akane standing shocked in the doorway.
"Ranma!" she said.
The rest of the gang pressed up around her. It grew
quiet. Ranma let out a low moan.
"Yeah... yeah I think that's me."
Akane's excited cry hurt his ears as she rushed over.
Her arms wrapped about him, squeezing tight. Ranma moaned
loudly.
"Akane, is that you?" he said amidst his groans of
pain.
She drew back, looking down at him. "Ranma!" cried
Akane again.
"Dhoh, oh, that's gotta be you Akane. There's that
Tendo grip again!"
"Akane, please!" said Nodoka, pulling her back from
Ranma.
"I'm sorry, but I got so excited," Akane said.
"It is understandable." Nodoka looked down at her son.
"My Baby!" she suddenly exclaimed, hugging him tight.
"Dah, Mom, no please!" begged Ranma, enduring her
crushing embrace.
"Ladies, ladies!" said Doctor Tofu. Nodoka let Ranma
go, stepping aside as he checked him over.
"Ranma?" said Ono.
"They're not going to attack me again are they, Doc?"
he said.
Ono laughed. "No, they've been restrained for now. So
can you open your eyes?"
Ranma tried. At first his lids slowly parted, then the
light hit, and he quickly shut them again.
"No, no, that hurt."
"The light?"
"Everything. Light, sound, speaking, thinking.
Everything."
"Hmm. Sounds like your muscles are stiff after being
contracted for so long. You're going to need several hours
of massaging to work that out."
"Ooo!" exclaimed Shampoo, flexing her fingers eagerly.
"Get your scheming self back over there," snarled
Akane.
Doctor Tofu cleared his throat. "Uh, yes. Anyway, this
is still a good sign that there was no permanent nerve
damage done to him."
Ranma tried to sit up, but the sharp stings of pain
canceled that idea.
"Doc, how long am I going to be laid up like this?" he
asked.
"I would say several more weeks, Ranma."
"Nooo," groaned Ranma. "Doc--."
"Hush yourself, Ranma!" Nodoka scolded him. Doctor
Tofu is only looking after your well-being."
"Yes, Mom."
Ono faced them. "With that said, we need to go and
leave Ranma alone."
"Doctor Tofu, can't I just stay for a little while?"
Akane said. Not even the puppy-dog eyes she cast him could
change the good doctor's mind. Her shoulders sagged,
reluctantly turning for the door. Ranma suddenly called to
her and she spun around.
"Yes, Ranma?"
Ranma lay silent for a second to gather his strength.
"I... I missed you too," he finally said.
Akane smiled. She leaned down, kissing him lightly on
the lips.
"Get well, darling," she said, aglow with joy as she
walked out.
Ranma sighed.
"You just gotta love that woman."

* * * * *


Public Burial Grounds,
Otsu;

Birds chirped in the trees shading the gravestone and
its currant visitors from the sun above them. It was a
clear day, one to be enjoying, but Tatewaki Kuno found no
solace from their surroundings. On the ground knelt
Kodachi, head bowed low in prayer over the burning incense
bowl at the foot of the marker. A small black bag lay next
to her feet, Tatewaki and Sasuke both curious of it's
contents.
"Sister," Tatewaki called lightly.
She shushed him to silence, continuing on with her
prayers. When Kodachi finished, she picked up the small
bottle of holy water from the ground and carefully pored it
over the top of the gravestone.
Kodachi stared at it for a moment, then placed a hand
on the engraved symbols marking Asaiko Nari's final resting
place.
"I'm so sorry, Asaiko," she said, tears streaming down
her face.
"The woman tried to kill us, Kodachi," Tatewaki said.
"Why do you grieve so?"
The wet surface of the stone felt rough too Kodachi's
fingers. She placed her free hand to her face.
"Because I am not the totally heartless, cruel person
you think I am, brother dear."
A doubtful look came to Tatewaki. "Okay," he replied.
"It was because of me that Asaiko died."
"And that bothers you?"
Kodachi looked back at him. "I've never caused anyone
to die purposely, Tachi. A little suffering, some minor
pain, but death?" She stared at the gravestone again. "I
thought I would enjoy something like this, but instead I
feel... shame. As if there is blood on my hands."
Tatewaki finally understood. He knelt down next to
her. "You did what you had to do, dear sister," he said,
trying to relieve her of her guilt.
Kodachi could only shake her head. "No. I did not
have to cheat her of glory. I did not have to incur her
wrath because of my selfishness. What I did was wrong,
Tachi. I was wrong."
Tatewaki could not believe his ears. Kodachi's
confession made him rethink his opinions of his sister.
Quietly, he stood up then Sasuke cleared his throat.
"Uh, Master Kuno, we should be going if you and
Mistress Kodachi are to be back in Tokyo on time."
Tatewaki paused, and then remembered what he was
referring too. "Ah, yes. Ranma. We should not be late for
his release. Kodachi?"
Kodachi heard him. She bade him a moment and opened
the bag, pulling out a small gold trophy cup. On its side
was the inscription, `Grand Champion, Women's Gymnastics
Division', and just below that on the nameplate was Asaiko's
name.
"Forgive me, Asaiko," said Kodachi as she placed it
down on the grave. "May your soul find everlasting peace."
It was touching, even to Tatewaki. He could see by the
way her shoulders heaved, that Kodachi had broken into
sorrowed tears once more. He allowed her time to let it
pass, then knelt again.
"Better?" he asked.
She nodded, wiping her cheeks dry.
"Come then. I know someone who will cheer you up."

* * * * *

Ranma sat cross-legged on his bed, reading the paper
that Lieutenant Kira brought with him. He read over the
headline several times, looking up at Oneda with a quizzical
frown.
"This is it?" he asked him.
"What were you expecting?" replied Oneda.
"I was expecting Marcus's ass too be thoroughly exposed
to the public, not some goofy excuse straight out of a Tom
Clancy novel!"
Ranma picked up the paper and read the highlights
aloud.
"Terrorist plot foiled. Nabiki Tendo saved by last
minute testimony. Renegade band apprehended by Police?" He
slammed the paper back down. "Come on, Lieutenant! What
about the attack on the Kuno's? How about the things we all
suffered at Marcus's hands, huh?"
Lieutenant Kira smiled, trying to settle Ranma down.
"I have reasons for why I did this," he said.
"And I assume you're not going to share them with us?"
said Ranma, crossing his arms.
"Eh, not at the present time. Later. Much later."
"It really doesn't matter, Ranma," Mousse said. "No
one's really going to care. Now that the excitement has
died down, the public will just let this pass by as if it
never happened."
"He's right, Ranma," added Ryoga. "Yeah, we complained
at first, but the bottom line is the police appear to have
everything under control. Not a problem for anyone
anymore."
"I'm cleared," said Nabiki.
Ranma sat in disbelief, staring with mouth agape. "You
too, Ukyo?" he asked.
Ukyo shrugged. "I'm not real happy about what was done
to me, Ranma, but I'm also not proud of my actions either.
I really don't want the public to know what I've done."
He did a double take, looking over at Genma.
"Pop?"
"Let it go, boy," Genma replied.
Akane's hand suddenly slipped into his. She stared up
at him, a forlorn look in her eyes.
"Ranma, it's over. We've won and justice has been
properly served." She pulled his hand up to her chest,
rubbing it tenderly against the side of her cheek.
"We're together again, and that's all that matters."
Ranma gazed around at the faces of his friends again.
He sighed, turning around to hug Akane tight.
"Yes, that is all that matters."
Tosa Kurisawa, sitting in a chair next to Ken, smiled.
"Well go figure," he said to Ken. "Boy gets girl, good
triumphs over evil. Everything turns out for the better. A
fairy tale conclusion to a very bad nightmare."
"Yep," Ken said. "Things like this don't happen often,
eh boss?"
Oneda agreed glad that at least the right people
survived this round.
He knew there would be more, and that it was time too
start preparing for them.
"Ah, we have to go now," Oneda said to them.
"What's the hurry, Lieutenant?" asked Ono. "We're
having a party at the Tendo Dojo. You guys are invited."
"No, unfortunately I and my colleagues must graciously
decline the invitation."
"We are?" questioned Ken.
"Aw, uncle," said Tosa. "I hear Kasumi Tendo is the
best cook in north Nerima. We really want to pass up an
opportunity like this?"
"Uncle?" shouted Nabiki, suddenly reminded of the
relation between the two men.
"Yes, we should be going," Oneda quickly said. Ken and
Tosa left, and just before he stepped out, Oneda paused.
"It was nice to have met you all, and I will be in
touch from time to time," he said.
As the door closed behind Lieutenant Kira, a frown
appeared on Ranma's face.
"Now I wonder what he meant by that?" he asked to no
one in particular.

* * * * *

"Well boss, another case successfully closed," said Ken
as he, Lieutenant Kira, and Tosa rode the elevator down too
the lower levels of the car lot. Oneda let out a low humph,
a distant look on his face.
The doors opened, and they walked towards their car.
"Something the matter, uncle?" Tosa asked.
"Plenty," replied Oneda. "But this is not the time or
place to be discussing it."
Ken opened the doors, climbing in behind the wheel.
Tosa rode shotgun, and Lieutenant Kira sat in back. He
stretched, exhausted after another full days worth of work.
"Say, lieutenant," Ken said.
"Yes?"
"Mind if I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Why didn't you tell them anything about Yamaguchi?
After all, he did save Ukyo Kuonji's life, and gave us a
heads up on the attempted assassination of the Prime
Minister?"
Oneda did not expect that. He reflected back on his
silent protege, deeply disturbed by his loss. No words
could ever convey the sorrow he felt losing a fellow
officer, especially one he hand picked for the dangerous
assignment into the dark organization that lurked in the
wings of the government.
"That would have opened up a can of worms, Ken," he
finally said. "They would have asked questions that I could
not have answered. Not without compromising everything I
have put into place."
Ken arched a brow. "More mystery?" he said.
"I'll brief you later."
"At least he did not die in vain," said Tosa. "You got
Marcus just like you planned."
Oneda laughed. "You both still don't get it, do you?"
he said.
"Are we missing something here?" Ken said.
Lieutenant Kira stretched his arms, leaned back and let
out a long sigh.
"I wasn't after Renon Marcus," he said, closing his
eyes.
Ken could only wonder lost for a meaning behind the
lieutenant's explanation. He glanced over at Tosa, but the
lawyer was just as lost himself.
There would be time for answers, he thought, guiding
the car out of the carport.

* * * * *

Beneath the glow of a desk lamp, the Chairman sat going
though a small stack of folders on his desk. He flicked one
open, taking out its contents, depositing them into the
small shredded at his side. For a minute he stopped to gaze
upon a photograph.
"Ah, yes, Renon," he said. "You finally found somebody
who could do you in. Too bad."
The Chairman studied Marcus's picture for a long
moment, then ran it through the shredder.
That task complete, he pulled the next file open,
reading its contents. "Hmm," he sounded, rubbing his chin
in thought. "And as for you, Lieutenant Oneda Kira, I am
not sure how you flushed out my informant, but I will be on
my guard for your tricks from now on."
The glossy photo of Oneda Kira brought anger briefly to
his mind. He pushed it back, knowing that there will be
another time to deal with his long time opponent.
The Chairman placed Oneda's dossier aside, taking a
stack of photos from the corner of his desk. He spread them
out, examining one by one, the likeness of Ranma and the
rest of the Nerima team.
"Not a bother," he mused, picking up Ranma's photo. He
was just about to run it through the shredder, when a
thought hit him. His eyes cut over to the picture of
Lieutenant Kira, and then he drew his hand back, gazing upon
Ranma picture again.
"No, this is not over yet," he said placing it back
down with the others.
Gathering them together, The Chairman put them inside
Oneda's dossier and closed it up. He pondered the future
for a moment, leaning back to gaze up at the ceiling.
"No, not just yet," he said thoughtfully.







Fin