Here's chapter 8. ^_^ Hopefully 9 will be out in the next two months.
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Enjoy. ^.-
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^_- I L L M E T B Y S T A R L I G H T ^_-
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by Susan Doenime and Mike Loader
Based on characters and situations created by Rumiko Takahashi, and used
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Chapter 8 - Escalation
Drinking coffee, have to stay awake and think of you
Aching awfully, knowing my perceptions aren't true
If you were what I've made you, not as your acts betrayed you
How could I keep away?
But things still lead me on, a word and then it's gone
What lives here and what's stray?
Tell me please, what's signal and what's noise?
-The Flash Girls
Kuno slowly limped home, his tiny mind filled with thoughts
of love.
She was an angel! A goddess! A woman of unsurpassed
strength and beauty, bursting with health and energy! A fitting
contrast to the pure, tidy, ravishing Tendo Akane, his other
goddess on earth...
"I SHALL DATE THEM BOTH!" he thundered, badly startling a
large poodle sleeping under a nearby bench.
Yes! He would free Akane from the vile Saotome and his
hordes of elephants! He would compose more poetry to delight
the spirited Hibiki Mariko, and gift her with the contents of an
entire florist's shop! After all, she had said she liked the
flowers, and liked his poetry, and then... then she had touched
him!
His mind edited out the fact that the touch had been with the
blunt end of a heavy umbrella aimed for his cranium.
"HIBIKI MARIKO, YOU SHALL BE MINE! SO SWEARS BLUE
THUNDER!" he bellowed.
The thoroughly annoyed poodle trotted up and bit him on the
ankle.
"ZOUNDS!"
The Blue Thunder of Furinkan High frantically thrashed his
left leg. The poodle tightened its grip, and snarled.
"VILE HOUND, REMOVE THYSELF!"
Kuno halted to pry the dog off, muttering a few choice
epithets as he did. Tossing it over a nearby fence, he stumped
homewards.
He started ranting two blocks later. The poodle caught up to
him again three minutes afterwards. It picked his right leg
this time.
^_-
Akane stumbled into the bathroom, her head spinning and her
vision slightly unfocused. Ripping off her gi and underclothes,
she slowly climbed into the hot furo without bothering to
wash the sweat from her body with the bucket of cold water.
It was a bit of a social gaffe, and inconsiderate to later
bathers, but Akane didn't care at the moment.
She felt like one gigantic, living bruise, and she wanted
nothing but to soak in a tub of nice, warm, soothing water.
It stung a bit as she lowered herself in. Wincing, she
gradually eased into the water, her abused skin adapting to the
warmth and finding it pleasant. And, to a certain extent,
painkilling.
Relaxing, she examined herself through the water. There was
a nasty black-blue mark running along her right side, and a few
smaller ones along her legs and arms. A small cut marred her
left shoulder, matching the tear in her gi. She'd have to look in
the mirror to find out if there was any marks on her head, but
she didn't think there were. He had aimed most of his blows
towards her torso.
God, she thought, it had been incredible.
That was sparring, real sparring. Ranma had been right. Her
father would have never taken things that far, would have
pulled his punches.
She had been crying tears of pain after the first fifteen
falls, and her side had been on fire. And she had kept going.
It had taken her four hours, but she had finally managed to
beat Ranma's leap. On the ninety-second try, she had grabbed
him out of the air and thrown him into a wall.
She smiled, wincing slightly as she shifted position in the
steaming water. There was no way she could have seized him
in midair like that, no way she could have hurled him into the
side of the dojo with enough force to break the wall. She
wasn't fast enough or strong enough.
But she had done it anyway.
And she knew she could do it again, now.
And that was after only four hours.
It would have taken her months, the old way, the slow way,
the easy way, the safe way. This... she might not become as
good as Ranma, but he would be the only one who could beat
her. And with the two of them together, the Hibikis and the
Amazons would have no choice but to give up. Give up or be
crushed. And then Ranma and her could have some peace.
Together.
Akane grinned fiercely. It felt good to be on the way back up.
The door creaked, and Ranma walked in.
She squawked slightly, and sunk deeper into the tub.
From his position by the door, Ranma looked amused. "Haven't
we been through this already?"
Akane laughed hesitantly, still keeping low, only her head
emerging from the steaming water. "Yeah, I guess."
He walked over to the stool and water bucket, turned his
back, and stripped.
She did her very best not to watch. Well, almost her best.
Okay, she finally admitted, watching as he emptied the cold
water over his form, she wasn't doing a very good job at all. A
pretty lousy one, in fact.
Not, she told herself, that she was looking at him because...
because... because he was a he. No, it was because he wasn't a
he anymore. Her eyes had trouble telling exactly when he
changed....
"That must be pretty weird," she said, somewhat lamely.
Ranma turned, continuing to douse herself with the contents
of the bucket. "Yeah, you could say that. You women are put
together all different than us guys."
Akane giggled. "I'd hope so."
Flushing, Ranma grinned. "Well, not just like that, I mean.
Inside, too. Some of the joints are hinged differently, and my
guts feel all different. It's kinda unpleasant at first, like
someone took everything out of your stomach and put it back in
the wrong order."
Wincing, Akane raised herself slightly in the water. He
_was_ a she now, after all. "Ugh."
"Yeah. I got used to it eventually. But I still don't like it."
She tilted her head, the ends of her hair brushing the surface
of the steaming water. "Do you have to change often?"
Ranma frowned slightly. "Not really. For the most part, only
when I bathe or get caught in the rain. It's not like people are
throwing buckets of water at me all the time. But most of the
water we had for bathing in China was all cold, so I had to get
used to this form pretty quick." She gave a short bark of
laughter. "I was scared to death that I was gonna start
thinking about cute guys, or worrying what kind of dress would
look good on me. But it's in body only, mostly."
"Mostly?"
She flushed. "Yeah. I don't start thinking about cute guys, but
I do lose a lot of the drive men get. You know, towards
women." She shivered slightly, putting down the bucket. "You
going to be much longer in there?"
Damn, Akane thought sourly. She had wanted to soak for a
good half hour. "You're a girl, ne? In body? Just get in with me."
"But..."
She sighed. "Girls bathe together all the time, and I don't
feel like getting out yet. Get in."
"Uh, Akane..."
She shook her head, exasperated. "Look, I've spent four hours
doing what you told me and getting bruises from it. Your turn
to do what I say. Get in. I'm getting cold just watching you."
Ranma shrugged, walked over to the furo, and plopped in next
to her, sending water splashing.
Akane wiped the droplets out of her eyes. "There, this isn't
so...." She trailed off, staring at the person sitting next to her.
Ranma smirked. "Cold water female, hot water male,
remember?" He ran his eyes over her. "If the water's hot
enough to turn you pink, what did you expect?"
Akane turned a deep, deep red, sank lower, and moved
slightly away. "I forgot."
"Heh. Well, don't say I didn't try to warn you." Closing his
eyes, he leaned back in the water, seeming to luxuriate in the
warmth. Akane stared at him for a second, careful to keep her
eyes well above the waterline, and then blushed slightly.
"Doesn't it embarrass you to be..." she trailed off.
"Naked in front of a girl?" He shrugged, his eyes still closed.
"Not really. And I can look at myself anytime I feel like, so
seeing a girl doesn't really mean much to me anymore."
Akane shifted uncomfortably. "What if my Dad comes in or
something?"
"At two in the morning? Then he's got really weird bathing
habits." Opening his eyes, he lifted his head slightly. "If it
worries you that much, you can always get out. Now that I'm
in, though, I'm going to soak for a while." With that, he leaned
back and closed his eyes again.
She bit her lip in frustration. Ranma obviously wasn't going
to be getting out of the furo any time soon.
Well, neither would she, then. If he thought he could
embarrass her out of the tub so easily, he had another thing
coming.
Muscles newly tense, she leaned back, emulating him, and
slowly relaxed her body. But, much as she tried, she was still
very aware of Ranma's nude form, his leg only a few inches
from her own.
He seemed about as aware of her as he would be of a tree
stump.
After about five minutes, she began to wonder if he had
fallen asleep.
"Ranma?"
"Hmm?" He was obviously awake after all.
"How'd I do today?"
His eyes opened, and he glanced over at her. "Not bad. You
found a counter to that attack an hour earlier than I expected.
It hurt much?"
She shifted, feeling the bruised areas twinge. "Yes."
"Good."
Akane gaped at him. "Good? Good?!"
He grinned. "People get hurt in real fights. That's one of your
big problems at the moment... you're strong, but you just don't
have the endurance that you need. The way you're going to get
it is by getting used to being pounded on." He shrugged. "If you'd
been fully trained, Tsen wouldn't have been able to get you like
that. First, you'd have sensed him before he got near you.
Second, even if you hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to take
you down with one blow."
A suspicion began to dawn in Akane's mind. "The main thrust
of that exercise wasn't to have me come up with a counter,
was it."
The grin grew wider. "Very good. Even the most willing
students are adverse to training sessions where they just
stand there and get hit, so we do it this way. Besides, I think
you increased your speed a bit, and you learned some of the
real fundamentals of strategy. So think of it as cross-
training."
"The other sessions won't be quite that bad, then, right?" It
was a stupid question, she knew that the second she spoke it.
Ranma seemed to examine her for a second, his gaze moving
from her face to the bruise on her side, to her legs, and then
back to the bruise. He smiled slightly.
"The others are going to be a lot worse. At the moment, I'm
just trying to toughen you up so that the real lessons won't
kill you."
Akane just stared at him.
"I knew Mariko, you know, before..." His smile faltered,
slipped away. "She used to come talk with us, bring us snacks,
that kind of thing. Anyway, she got careless one day, waving to
me and Ryouga from the school window, and she fell out. Third
floor."
"Oh my God..."
"Yeah. She landed almost face first, stood up, and brushed
herself off. She was really embarrassed."
"You've got to be joking."
Ranma shook his head. "I could do it too. So could Koji,
probably Tsen and Shampoo as well. The Hibikis are just a lot
tougher than us by breeding, and a lot of their style focuses
around being able to ignore impacts. That's why..." He trailed
off, and a look of pain flashed briefly. "It's really easy to
forget. When I fight someone like that, I hit them with stuff
that would kill a normal person. Because they'd just shrug off
anything else. It's so easy to forget...." He shook his head, the
hopeless look she was coming to dread appearing.
Reflexively, Akane reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.
Almost immediately afterward, she wondered it it had been
such a smart thing to do. She really didn't like the way her
body was reacting to the touch of him... actually, she did like
it, and that was the problem.
Ranma was... looking at her. She was having trouble reading
his expression. Hadn't she removed her hand yet? What the hell
was she thinking?
With an effort, she stood, water dripping from her as she
stepped out of the furo. "Any more of that and I'm going to get
wrinkles from the water.
"Can't have that." There was a thick, odd catch to his voice.
"Yeah. Well... I'm going to get some sleep. See you in the
morning!"
"Okay."
Akane tossed on a robe, gritting her teeth slightly as the
material slid along her injuries, and left the furo.
Ranma stayed in the water for another minute, perfectly
motionless. Then, getting out, he took a bar of soap and began
to violently scrub at the place where her hand had fallen.
^_-
Genma passed out for a moment, only to be awakened again
by a savage kick to the ribs.
"Get up, old man. I'm not done with you yet."
With a sigh of resignation, Genma gamely went through the
motions to trying to fight back for another half-hour. It hurt. A
lot. The boy was _good_ with that giant spatula of his.
Finally, as he collapsed into a bleeding, whimpering heap for
the tenth time, the boy seemed satisfied. "I've been waiting to
do that for a long time, you fat bastard. Now. Where's Ranma?"
Raising himself by one arm, Genma painfully turned to regard
his tormentor. A fairly muscular lad, if slender, with long
black hair and a really unpleasant smile that was making cold
chills run down an already sore back. Oddly familiar,
somehow...
"I didn't know old Kuonji Tamu had a son," he wheezed.
"He didn't," the boy answered flatly. "At least, not until you
and your son ran out on me."
Genma blinked with the one eye that wasn't swollen shut.
"Ukyou?"
She nodded. "Yeah. It's really been a lot of fun living as
something I'm not for ten years, all because of one old man
with a weird sense of honor and another with the morals of a
thief. Real fun. Tell me where Ranma is, and you can go."
His innate sense of self-preservation rose to the fore, but
was quickly beaten down by his recently-discovered sense of
duty. "You don't want to know that, Ukyou-san."
She smiled. "Yes I do, Genma-san. And if you tell me real
quick, I won't break any important bones of yours."
Duty was taking quite a pounding, as the armies of fear
arrived to reinforce self-preservation. "I can't tell you. You'd
try to attack him."
Snorting, Ukyou kicked him in the ribs, drawing a grunt of
pain. "Yup. Don't worry, I'm not going to maim him or anything.
Just... indicate my extreme displeasure. A few days of bed rest
and he'll be fine. Talk, fatboy."
"I'm not worried about you hurting him. It's the other way
around."
She frowned. "He's kept training, huh?"
"Yes. But more than that..." Genma closed his eyes. He really
didn't like telling this story. Even though he'd never breathed
more than a hint of it to another living soul, the feelings of
guilt still rose to torment him whenever he let his thoughts
dwell upon it. "Two years after we left, Ranma had... a training
accident."
Ukyou's face briefly looked concerned. "He wasn't crippled or
anything, right?"
"Not in body. But.... he used to be a nice, open boy."
"Yeah," she interjected bitterly. "Nice enough and open enough
to steal my yattai and abandon..."
Genma winced. She wasn't doing to like this. "Ranma didn't
know."
She blinked. "What?"
"He didn't know that the yattai was stolen, he didn't know
that I had engaged you, and most importantly... well...
hethoughtyouwereaboy."
"Repeat that."
"He thought you were a boy."
Ukyou stared at him. "You're lying."
"No."
Their gazes locked for almost a minute.
Ukyou finally looked away. "You're not lying. Somehow, it all
makes a disgusting sort of sense. I always thought Ranchan
was too nice and too direct to run out on me. Only his slimeball
of a father would do that." Her kick took him by surprise,
slamming his head into the ground. "Now, what happened to
Ranchan?"
"He's not well. I think he might... I think he might not be
sane."
She snorted. "What, did he refuse to keep doing the ridiculous
things you expected of him?"
"He killed his best friend, about four years ago."
The wind blew through the grass on the hill, the sound
seeming unnaturally loud in Genma's ears.
"Ranchan wouldn't do that," Ukyou said finally, her voice
slightly unsteady. "Even the Ranma I was expecting wouldn't
have done that. He could be really insensitive and dumb
sometimes, but he cared..."
"I know. He was a wonderful little boy who loved his father
and was so proud, so excited about everything. And then
something happened, and now..." Tears rose, and he forced them
down with effort. "Ukyou-san, I'm here to decide whether or
not I need to kill my own son before he can hurt anyone else."
Ukyou stared at him with undisguised contempt. "What on
earth did you do to him?"
He told her.
She stared at the ground for a long time.
"I used to think I knew just how low you were, Saotome
Genma, but I was wrong. I wouldn't have done that to my worst
enemy, and you... God, to your own SON! No wonder he's got
problems!"
"I made a mistake..."
"No," she said coldly, "this doesn't quite qualify as a mistake.
Torturing your son in a way that'd make a Nazi puke doesn't
really sound like a mistake at all."
"It was for the training..."
She grabbed him by the collar and shoved her face a bare
centimeter from his, eyes burning with fury.
"There are more important things than training. You'd know
that if you saw Ranchan as a human being, not just something
to teach."
Summoning every shred of courage he had, Genma met that
awful stare. "I know. I was blind, and stupid, and worse. I
didn't really start loving my son until it was too late, and now
I'd do anything to make him better."
"So you ran away to decide whether or not to kill him." She
snorted in disgust, and shoved him away. "Yeah, you're a real
saint. Where's Ranchan now?"
"Haven't you been listening?" he screamed, the guilt and
anger and frustration pouring out of him in a wave. "He'll
_hurt_ you if you attack him, you stupid girl! He might even
kill you!"
The spatula lashed out, the blunt end slamming into his
stomach, doubling him over in agony.
"I'm not going to attack him," Ukyou told him calmly. "I'm
going to let him know his friend still cares about him."
^_-
A new day dawned.
And, as if by common consent, moved by a universal desire to
put off fate and abandon the fearful purposes they worked
towards, the players in the unfolding drama did nothing.
Akane had to will herself to get out of bed. She hid the
purple bruise along her side under a longsleeved shirt that also
covered the marks on her arms. Her step that day was delicate,
her motions slow, and she grimaced often.
Ranma hovered over her, helping her with minor tasks. Nabiki
followed his lead, eyes calculating and shadowed. When she
was around, anyway. Things to do. People to see.
Koji and Mariko waited for someone who never came,
breaking out their scrabble set to ward off boredom. Koji won
on a triple word tile.
Tsen - for he was Tsen - started on his way to the park five
separate times. Each time he got no farther than the door.
Kasumi did what she did best, and took care of the house.
Soun read a good book. The butler did it around page 523.
Genma applied salve to his many tangible wounds, ignored
the intangible ones, and tried not to think about the previous
day.
And Kuonji Ukyou, her father's son, boarded a train to Tokyo.
It was all very peaceful.
It's always like that before the storm.
^_-
ntendo@furnkn8%: pi
Message from Talk_Daemon@furnkn at 09:47 ...
talk: connection requested by hikarut@LOCALHOST.
talk: respond with: talk hikarut@LOCALHOST
ntendo@furnkn8%: pi^H^Htalk hikarut@localhost
[Connection Established.]
:: Tendo Nabiki-san.
Hello, Hikaru-san. Your report?
:: The Hibikis stayed in the park all day. Kuno Tatewaki showed
::up.
:: He looked around and left.
Kuno? Looking for what?
:: Noisily looked around.
:: For what? He babbled to the air about his goddess on earth.
Why would Akane be at the park?
:: I don't think he was talking about your sister.
:: I think he's got someone new.
Well, that's one bit of good news. ;)
:: Here's another.
Hm?
:: Geki found the Chinese.
Both of them? Where?
:: I don't know, I assumed they'd stay together.
:: Where?
Yes, where. :P
:: Do you know where Gabufu is?
Low rent by the docks, yeah.
They sure aren't rich if they're holed up there.
:: Maybe they like the delicate aroma of dead fish? ;)
Very funny. You got the full address?
:: Of course. It and the full summary will be in your inbox by
::the end of our conversation.
Good.
The neighborhood's just filling up with maniacs.
:: Tendo Nabiki-san.
Yes, Hikaru?
:: So sorry, but we haven't made a yen from Saotome, and we've
::put a lot of work into him.
:: Some of the others are getting very unhappy.
But not you?
:: I'm your most loyal friend and associate, Nabiki-san.
Boy, that's a depressing thought. ;)
:: You wound me! ;)
:: Still....?
Don't worry. There are a couple of people interested in
buying information on Saotome.
Girls ogling his ass, and boys who want to keep out of his
way.
I'll handle the sales myself.
:: Good. Although I am very curious about something.
Yes?
:: You obviously want Saotome to leave.
:: He's obviously going to be here for a while.
:: I was wondering what your intentions towards him were.
I don't know yet.
:: So sorry, I think you do. I think you're planning to have him
::killed.
Then you're not as bright as I thought you were, Hikaru.
Do I normally go around killing people I don't like?
:: No, but you're afraid of this one. Very afraid.
Exactly what is it that you want?
:: Me? Not a thing. Just be careful and don't implicate me.
Whatever.
:: Your report is mailed.
Thank you. I'll speak with you later.
Ciao
^Z
[Connection interrupted.]
ntendo@furnkn8%: logout
^_-
Akane's run that morning was slower than her usual Saturday
jog. While not as sore as the previous day, her left torso was
still a ugly purple-blue, and she pointedly avoided leaning on
it, or touching it. Or even wearing tight clothing.
And Ranma had mentioned at breakfast that they were going
to train again tonight.
Half of her run was spent wondering what the lesson for
today would consist of. The other half was spent coming up
with defensive moves to protect her side. Just poking that
spot would hurt a great deal, and Ranma would probably do
considerably more than poke.
So she ran with care, battle plans flashing through her head,
eyes peeled for attackers. Ever since Tsen's surprise attack,
every waking moment she spent away from Ranma was spent
under the assumption that she was a target.
Aside from going into a fighting stance over a particularly
noisy rabbit, her vigilance hadn't exactly been paying off.
Which, admittedly, suited her just fine.
Panting slightly, she pulled to a stop in front of a kissaten.
She usually had either a soda or an ice cream towards the end
of her run; today she thought that she might have both. After
the past few days, she deserved a small treat.
Pushing open the glass door, she walked up to the counter.
"Hi, Mrs. Osagi!"
The matronly widow who ran the Akai no Kasa smiled back at
her. "Hello, Akane. A cola today, or fudge ripple?"
"Both, please." She liked the woman; Mrs. Osagi always was
very kind and attentive, unlike her rude, distant waitress.
Akane often found that when she dreamed about what her
mother would have been like, the imaginary Mrs. Tendo
resembled the cafe owner a great deal.
Tsking, the widow began to fill a glass. "You'll get fat."
Setting the cola on the counter, she studied Akane while
spooning ice cream into a ceramic bowl. "Or maybe not. I
wasn't as active as you when I was a young thing, and I never
got fat. Of course," she handed the bowl to Akane, "we didn't
have fudge ripple ice cream back then. Enjoy, dear."
Akane laughed. "Thanks, Mrs. Osagi." Pushing some money
across the counter, she walked across to her favorite booth,
the one with the view of the nearby park through the window.
Sitting, she frowned. She had a lot of pleasant memories of
that park, but they were being drowned out by the events of a
week ago. Stupid Hibikis. Why couldn't they just give up and go
away?
"Mariko no baka," she muttered, dipping her spoon into the
rich, deep brown confection.
"Is that any way to speak about someone?"
A mouthful of fudge ripple went shooting across the table as
Akane whirled, only to see the Hibiki girl sliding into the other
end of the booth.
"You!" she managed wittily, choking slightly on the ice cream
that hadn't been expelled.
Sitting, Mariko stared at her with a grim expression. "Tendo
Akane, you know I'm here in this kissaten for a reason. And
that I'm not going to leave until I get what I came for. And that
someone's going to _pay_."
Akane tensed, trying to figure out what form the attack
would take, if Mariko would resort to her umbrella, what the
best route of escape was. "Okay. What exactly do you want?"
The Hibiki fixed her with a steely gaze. "Neither of us are
going to leave this cafe alive until..."
Akane tensed.
"...I get my coffee. You want me to pay, or are we going
dutch... hey, Akane, are you choking?"
She finished coughing and glared at Mariko. "You did that on
purpose."
A smirk. "Yup. So, how's things?"
Shaking her head in disbelief, Akane glared at her unwanted
dining companion. "You tried to kill me about a week ago, and
now you just plop down next to me and expect us to start
chatting like old schoolfriends?"
Mariko shrugged. "I also rescued you a few days ago.
Considering what happened to the building afterwards, I'd say I
saved your life. So we're even on that score."
"Okay," Akane grudgingly admitted. "But you're still trying to
kill my best friend, you know."
"Don't you mean 'boyfriend'?"
"No!"
Mariko raised her hands placatingly. "No need to shout. It's
nothing to be ashamed of, you know; he's a very handsome
psychopath."
With difficulty, she fought down the urge to hurt someone.
"Ranma is not a psychopath. He's not the one doing around
shooting at people, kidnapping people, trying to kill people..."
Chuckling sadly, Mariko shook her head. "Yeah. Never his
fault, and people are always picking on him, although he's too
nice and self-reliant to complain about it, and why the hell
can't they just leave him alone.... this sounding familiar at all
yet?"
Akane blinked. "Yes. It's what I've been trying to tell you
people."
A humorless grin. "Yeah, it used to be my line. I had a real
crush on him, used to be. I'd follow him around with puppydog
eyes whenever he came over to see Ryouga, dream stupid
romantic dreams about him... This was before I watched him
murder my brother, you understand. That kinda made it real
clear how nice and blameless he was."
"I... I heard about that fight. It was an accident." Well, she
silently amended, more of a loss of control than an accident.
And why had he lost control? a small voice nagged.
"Accident, hell. Let me paint you a picture. My brother on the
ground unconscious, Ranma with a real funny look in his eyes,
then drawing his foot back, then aiming a blow directly at the
bottom of the chin..." Her hand tightened on the edge of the
table, and there was a snapping noise as the formica cracked
under the sudden pressure. "It wasn't an accident. It didn't even
happen in combat. It was one man executing a downed
opponent."
Akane shook her head numbly. "Mariko, he lost control. He
snapped..."
"You don't snap, Akane," Mariko quietly said. "Not when you're
one of us. I have a really nasty temper sometimes, and I can
get a bit singleminded, but I'd never do that to a friend who
was just sparring with me. Never."
"And the thing with the umbrella Ryouga did?" She saw
Mariko wince. "What about that?"
"That was real dumb of him. Before... before I saw how the
fight ended, I was ready to beat the crap out of him for it. But
it wouldn't have killed him."
"That thing's like a buzzsaw, Mariko. It could have cut him in
half."
"It's also heavy and slowmoving," Mariko countered. "Ranma
could never have been directly hit by it. I still don't understand
how it grazed him. It was probably intended for a diversion..."
"He's still got a scar from that diversion."
"Big deal. He's alive. I'd say he got away pretty easily. For
now."
Akane gave her a level stare. "Mariko, please don't do this.
What good is killing him going to do?"
Her gaze was met, and she inwardly shrank from the hard,
fanatical light in the other girl's eyes. "What good? He'll never
hurt anyone again, and he'll _pay_. There's a price for
everything, and he ran out on the bill."
The waitress set a cup of coffee down on their table as the
two stared at each other for a minute.
Finally, the Hibiki girl's expression softened. "Look, I'm sorry
about almost shooting you. I saw a chance to end it all, and I
lost it a bit. But what would you do if someone killed Nabiki,
right in front of you?"
Akane thought for a few minutes, desire to prove the other
girl wrong conflicting with honesty to herself. The thought to
one of her friends murdering her sister seemed farfetched,
unreal... and yet, she could help but shudder slightly.
What would she do? Nabiki was her sister, who she didn't
much care for at times but whom she loved fiercely...
"I think it would depend on the circumstances," she said
finally. "I think killing wouldn't be my first choice."
"You never really know until it happens."
"I guess not. You never do know." Akane glared sharply at
Mariko. "And if you had shot me like you intended, would you
have Nabiki hunt you down and kill you? For 'losing it' due to
the desire to murder someone?"
The other girl stared at her coffee. "That's different," she
said, almost too softly for Akane to hear.
Akane shook her head. "I don't think so. Not by very much."
"He's a sadistic monster, Akane..."
"Not that I've seen," she snapped. "I've known him for over a
month, and all I've seen is someone with a world of guilt and
worry slowly eating away at his soul. And you two aren't
helping things at all."
Mariko smiled slightly, and then laughed. Akane eyed her
suspiciously. "What?"
The other girl shook her head. "Just wishing the same thing I
wish about my brother and me. That we could have a
conversation that _doesn't_ involve Ranma."
In spite of herself, Akane smiled back. "I know what you
mean. Okay, let's talk about.... um... boys."
"Other than the one who we won't be discussing anymore."
"Right." Except, Akane realized glumly, the only boy she did
think about these days was Ranma. Not that she thought about
him like _that_... much...
"Okay then," the Hibiki girl said with a smirk. "I've got some
guy wrapped around my little finger. Only met me once, and
he's bringing me flowers and reading poetry at me."
Akane blinked. "Wow. I wish I could have guys do that... well,
Kuno does, but he doesn't count."
Mariko frowned. "Waitasec. Kuno Tatewaki? Dresses like a
refugee from an Akira Kurosawa film? Pervert? Talks funny?"
"Yes, that's him."
Wincing, Mariko grinned sheepishly. "Drat. Well, that's who I
was talking about. For the sake of my vanity, please tell me he
doesn't do this to every woman he sees?"
She shook her head, puzzled. "No, just to me. For the past
four years. That's really weird."
Rubbing her chin, the other girl frowned. "Yeah, especially
considering how I met him. I was working out, he grabbed me...
come to think of it, yeah, he thought I was you... so I hit him
until he fell down."
Akane giggled. "That's what I do just about every time he
tries to..."
They both stared at each other.
Mariko spoke first. "You don't suppose...."
"....that getting beat up is a _turn-on_ for him?" Akane
finished, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. I hate to admit it, but that
makes a whole lot of sense..."
"Great," Mariko muttered. "If I hit him, it'll just make him
happy. Maybe if I just tie him up?"
"With our luck, he's probably into bondage too."
"Yeah." Sighing, Mariko adopted a wistful expression. "Pity,
really. He's got a great butt. Now if only he were normal and
sentient."
Akane smirked. "Yeah. Anyone else you have your eye on?"
"Well, Tsen's really cute too. Awfully shy, though."
Her eyes bulged. "TSEN? You mean the guy who hit me on the
back of the head, kidnapped me, and tied me to a chair half-
naked? That Tsen? SHY?"
"Yup. Freaked out when I kissed him."
"You KISSED him?"
"Yeah. He was acting all nervous, and I thought it might help.
Some guys just lose it around women, you know?"
Akane shook her head in disbelief. "What were you doing
talking to him, anyway?" All sorts of unpleasant suspicions
were surfacing regarding why.
"Met him in the park," Mariko said, shrugging. "Figured I'd
rather not fight him. He's actually nice enough when he isn't
abducting people."
"Whatever. Just keep him away from me." Akane paused.
"Although Shampoo was okay, helping me like that."
"She helped you?"
Akane rolled her eyes. If Mariko wanted to play, fine. "Yeah.
She did."
"Huh. Well, they're gunning for Ranma, which makes them
okay in..." The other girl trailed off. "Sorry. We aren't talking about
him."
Akane smiled ruefully. "I think it's hard for us not to."
"Yeah." Mariko laughed, the sound a little sad. "I wish it
weren't like that, y'know?"
"It doesn't have to be," Akane said quietly.
Mariko swirled the last of her coffee for a few minutes,
staring at the patterns in the formica table. Then she drank the
last swallows, put some money on the table, and stood.
"It is like that," she said shortly, and left.
Akane sat for a while, quietly eating the last of her ice
cream.
^_-
It might work.
It had been harder than she thought to fool him as to the
nature of her intentions. But she had pulled it off. She hoped.
She didn't _think_ he had followed her, but the sneaky bastard
could be subtle at times. Like father, like son.
It might work.
If all went according to plan, her good friend Ranma would
show up for a final, terminal meeting. The thought stirred a
sort of grim pleasure in her.
It might work.
If it didn't, she might be in a great deal of trouble. Actually,
forget the might. She would almost certainly be in a great deal
of trouble.
But still, still...
It might work....
^_-
Kasumi hummed idly as she stepped back inside the house,
the day's mail in one hand. Such a great deal of it today...
Sitting down on the living room sofa, she examined the day's
catch. Bills, mostly, bills and advertisements.
A small sample bottle of herbal shampoo, which was tucked
into a pocket of her apron. A reminder that Nabiki's dentist
appointment was in five weeks.
Two magazines. A parchment challenge to Ranma. A catalog.
"Ranma!" she called.
After a few minutes, her guest padded into the room, an
alert glint in his eyes. "Yeah, Kasumi?"
She smiled. "Something came for you in the mail, Ranma-
kun." It was always nice to get mail.
Taking the parchment, Ranma studied it for a few seconds. A
slight frown slowly began to appear.
"Kasumi? Where's the Ooni Temple?"
Oh. Hmm. Pursing her lips, she racked her brain for the
information. The name sounded awfully familiar, but she
couldn't quite....
She smiled. Oh yes, now she remembered. That was where
that little girl had died a few years back.
"It's on Tomiyasu Street, Ranma. Past the post office."
"Thanks," he replied absently. Crumpling the letter, he tossed
it across the room to land noiselessly in the wastebasket.
"Well. I suppose I'd better get going, then. I should be back for
a late lunch. Chicken, right?"
Kasumi nodded happily. "With dill sauce."
"Wonderful. Bye, Kasumi."
As he left, Kasumi leafed through her new cooking magazine.
You found the most interesting recipes in these things.
^_-
Tsen walked slowly into the park, trepidation filling him
despite his resolve. As much as the girl had rattled him, she
had made a good point. Three against one was better odds by
far than what he could accomplish on his own. Which, judging
by his last attempt to kill Ranma, was very little.
So here he was, poking around a near-empty park at a
disgustingly early hour. Tsen enjoyed sleeping late. Mornings
made him cranky.
After an hour of wandering aimlessly, he sat down on a bench
by the lake to rest. The idiot girl hadn't told him _where_ in
the park she and her brother would meet him, and the place
was huge.
How typically Japanese, he thought darkly, staring at the
ducks floating lazily by. He was really getting sick of the
whole damn island.
Well. He was just going to sit here, feed the ducks, and relax.
They said to come to the park? Well, here he was at the park.
The rest was their problem. Yeah.
After fifteen minutes, he began to wonder if it really wasn't
his problem. After all, they weren't the ones stuck on a bench
watching a bunch of crappy ducks do crappily ducklike things.
"Hey."
Turning, he saw the girl from yesterday walking towards
him. He inwardly cringed, then forced his face to adopt a
neutral expression. "Is Mariko, yes?"
The girl nodded. She seemed somewhat less cheerful than she
had the other day, which relieved him somewhat. Hopefully
that meant she would be less... affectionate. "Yeah. If you'll
stay there, I'll go get my brother. And then we can make our
arrangements."
Tsen nodded. As she walked off, a thought struck him. "Can
you bring kettle? Hot water?"
Looking mildly surprised Mariko nodded. "Sure. I'll bring the
pot from camp. Going to make tea?"
"Something like, yes." No, stupid girl, going to dissuade you
if you try fondling me again. Bimbo.
Half an hour later Mariko returned, brother in tow. A
handsome speciment, his mind noted clinically. His body didn't
react at all, which he found both relieving and disturbing.
Normally, an attractive male would stir something in him, an
awareness of his presence. On the other hand.... he _was_ in a
different body at the moment, and he certainly didn't need the
distraction.
Mariko set the steaming kettle down by the bench and
gestured absently at the two. "Koji, Tsen. Tsen, Koji."
The other Hibiki nodded, somewhat stiffly. "Pleased to meet
you."
"Pleased to meet you," Tsen responded automatically, noting
the hostility that the other boy was unsuccessfully trying to
conceal. Great. One of them was unfriendly, and the other was
only too friendly by half. Just swell.
Seeming to notice the tension, Mariko forcibly beamed at
each of them. "Right. Well, shall we get to business?"
Her brother nodded. "Sure. Tsen, what's your quarrel with
Saotome?"
Tsen fixed him with a stare. "Tsen kill Ranma. Is matter of
big honor. Not go home until Ranma dead."
Smiling slightly, Koji nodded. "Can he just wind up dead by
some means? Or do you have to be the one to kill him?"
He shrugged. "No. Ranma dead, Tsen go home. Is simple."
Right, he thought to himself. Real simple.
The smile slipped away from Koji's face. "Why'd you kidnap
Akane? And blow up the building?"
"Was way to bring Ranma to battle. Not blow up building. Not
know why it blow up." It was something that had been
bothering him slightly, actually. But not much. Who knew why
machines did the things they did? City people were fools to
surround themselves with such dangerous, unpredictable,
uncontrollable things.
Koji frowned. "Kidnapping an innocent person, simply to get
Saotome easily, lacks honor. Why should we join forces with
you?"
Oh, one of those types. Honor, honesty, fair play. Sometimes
they were even sincere about it. "Is not bad honor. Akane-girl
warrior, and Tsen not hurt her. Was legitimate tactic." And
even if it wasn't, her duty to tribal law far outweighted silly
concepts like a fair fight. A warrior is one who makes war, and
part of all war is deception, misdirection, feints. And most of
all, a warrior is one who fights to win.
"She had no part in your quarrel, whatever it was."
Sensing the possible breakdown of relations, Mariko swiftly
slipped onto the bench to Tsen. "C'mon, brother mine, lighten
up. I mean, I almost shot Akane, right?"
Flinching, Tsen moved away. Undaunted, she followed.
"You're a girl, same as Akane," Koji muttered. "And that was
in battle. A real man doesn't go around kidnapping women."
His sister snorted. "What a load of crap. Equal rights work
both ways. Just because Akane's female doesn't give her some
sort of protected status." Leaning over, she gave Tsen a light
peck on the cheek. "Anyway, _I_ think he's a real man."
Koji made a strangled noise.
Tsen turned a bright shade of purple, and with one arm
frantically reached for the kettle, the other one shoving aside
a smirking Mariko. "Am not real man!"
Mariko rolled her eyes. "Look, you've really gotta do
something about this self-esteem problem of yours." Winking,
she suddenly leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. "Trust me,
you're a real man."
Panicked, Tsen emptied the kettle over his head, soaking
both of them.
Mariko froze.
Then she very slowly looked down.
Then she opened Tsen's shirt.
"Hey," she commented. "Hey. You grew tits."
Then she fainted.
^_-
Akane flopped onto the sofa, reached for the remote, and idly
flipped the channel to her favorite cooking show. It improved
her mood somewhat.
She thought that she might have gotten through to Mariko a
bit. At least given her something to think about, planted a tiny
seed of doubt in her mind. She really didn't want to fight the
other girl, she realized. Not that way. Despite everything, she
_liked_ Mariko. Just not enough to let her kill Ranma.
And Mariko seemed to like her well enough, too. Just not
enough to let Ranma live.
It is like that.
But she didn't have to like it, not one bit.
On the TV screen, Chef Eitteine told her how to make a
vanilla souffle that would delight her family and friends.
Ranma didn't seem to be home, which was probably just as
well. She wanted a little time to digest everything Mariko had
told her before facing him. And decide how much of it was
true.
After all, Akane reasoned, Mariko had lied to her before. Just
because she said something didn't make it true. Ranma, on the
other hand, had been honest with her during the rare times he
would open up. At least, as far as she knew.
Okay. The Hibiki girl had gotten the sentiments about leaving
Ranma alone far too accurately for it to have been a total
fabrication. So she probably had been attracted to him, and
those feeling had probably turned to hatred upon the death of
her brother. The accidental death.
Who had planted doubt in who?
Akane shifted position uncomfortably, eyes watching Chef
Eitteine slowly cook the souffle. Ranma had told her himself.
He had snapped. He had thought he was dying, and he snapped. It
was fear and pain and the ugly shadow in the back of his mind...
She realized suddenly that whatever was haunting Ranma,
Ryouga's death was only a part of it. A rung on the ladder. He
had snapped, and that had killed Ryouga, but there had to be a
deeper reason behind _why_ he had suddenly lost control. One
that he hadn't told her yet.
The doorbell rang, and Akane frowned in annoyance as she
clicked off the TV and stood. One of Nabiki's friends - business
associates; Nabiki had no friends - maybe, or perhaps one of
the neighbors. Ranma, she mused, walking to answer it, would
have just come right in. It was his house as well, now.
Akane opened the front door and blinked.
"Hi," the boy standing on the porch said. "I'm Kuonji Ukyou. Is
Ranma in?"
Another blink. "Um. Is that a giant spatula on your back?"
Ukyou nodded cheerfully. "I'm an okonomiyaki cook. Is
Ranma..."
She recovered from her initial surprise, and eyed the edges
of the giant kitchen implement with trepidation. They
certainly looked sharp, and so did the smaller ones in that
bandoleer the boy was wearing over his school uniform...
Akane suddenly got the feeling that none of them were
intended to cook things with.
"Sorry," she said, keeping her gaze neutral. "I don't think
Ranma's here right now."
The boy nodded, his expression still pleasant. "Okay. Do you
know when he'll get back? I'm an old friend of his."
Great, Akane thought, another old buddy of Ranma's. One
festooned with bladed weapons. Joy.
"Might I ask the reason for your visit, Kuonji-san?" she
asked, keeping her voice cool but polite. It was entirely
possible that he wasn't here to kill Ranma. But, given the
motives of the recent stream of visitors, she doubted it.
The pleasant expression cooled slightly. "I'm here to talk to
him. Catch up on old times." He paused, examining her with a
unnervingly sharp gaze. "I know Ranma doesn't have a sister...
are you one of the Tendo family?"
"Tendo Akane. Ranma's fiancee." What? Why had she told him
that? After all, it wasn't settled yet, and it was up to him and
her, and even if it was certain why was she telling that to a
perfect stranger...
"Ah. Yeah, Genma told me that he was..." Ukyou stopped, and
fidgeted slightly. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Akane scrutinized him for a few seconds, trying to read him,
trying to sense ill intent. She couldn't find any. Not that that
meant anything. For a brief second, she wished Nabiki were
with her.
But then, Nabiki was wrong about Ranma, right?
Finally, she nodded. "Please come in, Kuonji-san." Presumably
Ukyou wouldn't attack her in her own home. And Daddy was just
upstairs, and she _could_ take care of herself...
Ukyou gave her a awkward smile and stepped inside. Leading
her guest to the living room, Akane sat him down in the most
exposed chair in the room, taking the seat near the katana on
the wall for herself. "Can I get you anything, Kuonji-san?"
He shook his head. "Ukyou, please. If you're Ranchan's fiancee,
well..."
Akane blushed slightly. "It hasn't been completely decided
yet. It might not happen. Right now, we're just very good
friends." Yes, part of her said sourly, just good friends.
"'Ranchan'?"
An embarrassed smile. "Yeah. We knew each other when we
were little kids. He was 'Ranchan', and I was 'Ucchan'." Slowly,
the smile faded. "Then his scummy father dragged him off to
the next part of the torture routine he called training."
"What was Ranma like back then?" Akane asked, curiosity
bubbling within her. If this boy had known Ranma back then,
maybe he also knew exactly what was hanging over his head...
Ukyou shrugged. "He was really happy and energetic. He was
usually smiling, he had an arrogant streak as big as Japan, and
he was the nicest person I've ever known. He was open and
caring and a lot of fun. And Genma tells me he's not like that
anymore."
Akane slowly shook her head, feeling oddly sad. "He's still
caring. And nice. And the arrogance shows, sometimes. But he's
not open, and he's not often happy, and he doesn't..." She
pictured his expression in her mind's eye, and sighed. "He still
smiles, but I don't think it's the same kind of smile you
remember."
The okonomiyaki chef winced. "That's about what his father
told me. I was hoping he was wrong. Guess not."
"Did Genma send you?"
Ukyou made a face. "That lazy bastard? No. Saotome Genma
cares about what's good for Saotome Genma, and that's it. He
didn't even know I was in the area until I showed up to
challenge him."
The foreboding that Ukyou's pleasant words and demeanor
had pushed away began to rise again. "Challenge?"
"Genma did my family a great wrong a long time ago. I took
our revenge."
A sick feeling washed over her. "You... you didn't kill...?"
Ukyou blinked in surprise. "Kill? No, of course not! I mean,
I'm not a psycho or anything. I just beat the living daylights
out of him. No lasting injuries, just painful ones."
She nodded, relieved. "Sorry. We've just had a lot of people
showing up for revenge lately, and they want it in blood."
Frowning, the cook leaned forward in his chair. "On Genma?"
"No. On Ranma. There's a Chinese lunatic after him for eating
some sacred feast... his father's fault..."
"As usual," Ukyou muttered.
"...and the Hibikis." Akane winced. How much could she tell
this boy? Ranma was an intensely private person, and the few
times he had opened up to her had been just that... an opening, a
near-total relaxing of his defenses. She wanted to help him,
but the things he had trusted her with were his, to be shared
with others at his decision. Not hers. "They have some
justification. I can't tell you any more than that. It's
something for Ranma to tell you himself."
The boy frowned. "I want to help him, Akane-san."
"Just Akane." She studied him again, and found herself
nodding. He really did seem sincere about his friendship,
although...
Although she felt oddly threatened by him. Not physically;
despite the bizarre polearm Ukyou carried, Akane felt fairly
certain that he wouldn't hurt her. But on a deeper, more
profound level, part of her feared him.
"I really believe that you want to, Ukyou," she carefully said.
"But the key to making Ranma comfortable with you is to not
make any sudden moves. Physical _or_ verbal. I think part of
him hates himself, and he has a hard time believing that other
people can... can know who he is and not hate him as well. Let
him be the one to tell you about things, when he's ready." Her
voice began to shake slightly; almost, she hoped, unnoticably.
"I think it's good that you've come. He needs people who aren't
his enemies."
The boy looked at her kindly. "You care about him a great
deal, don't you?"
Slowly, she nodded.
"Do you love him?"
"Well... I... I mean..," Akane stammered. Did she? He was her
friend, and she was sure he just saw her as a friend. Right?
For God's sake, he had sat next to her in the tub, naked, and
hadn't... well... he had looked at her, but not in that way. Surely
not in _that_ way.
Her voice trailed off, and she flushed a deep red. Ukyou
looked amused, which only served to heighten the blush.
"Sort of," she finished, well aware of how silly that sounded.
You don't 'sort of' love someone, you do or you don't.
So did she love Ranma? she asked herself yet again. Sort of,
replied self.
Grinning broadly, Ukyou winked at her. "And does he 'sort of'
love you back?"
Akane sighed, and looked down. "I wish I knew, Ukyou-san. He
fought for me, not long back, but... I think he would have done
that for a friend, too. And I am his friend, before anything
else."
Ukyou shook his head. "You can be a friend, I think, or a lover.
Not both."
She laughed. "Well, I'm certainly not his lover." No, she
sliently added, we just bathe in the nude together.
Chuckling, Ukyou glanced at the Bavarian clock mounted
across from him, a relic of Soun's father. "Hm. Is he out
shopping?"
Akane frowned, suddenly wondering exactly why Ranma
wasn't home. "I'm not sure, actually." The frown grew deeper.
Ranma didn't really have any other friends, and she couldn't
picture him actually buying something for himself - he seemed
to have no use for any possessions beyond the spartan contents
of his room and closet. If he had wanted something to eat,
Kasumi would have happily fixed him a snack....
"Kasumi!" she called, a unpleasant sensation starting to form
in the pit of her stomach. "Do you know where Ranma is?"
Her sister appeared from the kitchen. "Ranma? He got a
letter of challenge. I think he went to answer it."
"He WHAT?" screeched Ukyou and Akane in unison. Kasumi
smiled and shrugged.
"Oneechan, why on earth didn't you tell me?" Akane
demanded, feeling her temper threaten to flare. Kasumi
shrugged again.
"Well, Ranma-kun is a martial artist. I imagine this sort of
thing is quite common."
Ukyou shot Akane an incredulous look. She winced, and made
a helpless gesture. Kasumi, she thought wearily, oh Kasumi...
"The letter's in the wastebasket, if that helps," Kasumi
offered soothingly.
Akane reached the basket in a heartbeat. The crumpled
parchment stood out clearly against the white forms of tissue
and notebook paper; pulling it out, she hastily unfolded it.
// Saotome Ranma,
It ends here. Meet me at the Ooni Temple as soon as you
read this note. Your blood shall water the weeds, and your
body be consigned to the earth. I await you. //
The note was unsigned.
No. Oh no.
Was it the Hibikis, she numbly wondered? Tsen? Shampoo?
God help them, was it someone new?
"Akane?" Ukyou asked. "What does it say?"
She handed the letter to him and ran to her father's desk,
looking for the map of the neighborhood. She found it on top of
the scattered papers and letters, a Chinese knife still piercing
the location of the Ichishi Building.
The Ooni Temple was in the older part of the ward, along the
ridges and hills of the ancient temple districts. It had been
closed for years, and blocked off because of the dangers...
Ah. There.
"Kasumi, did Ranma check the map for long?"
Her sister smiled. "He didn't look at the map, Akane. I told
him where it was. On Tomiyasu."
She sighed in relief. Thank God. Running to the front door, she
began to pull on her shoes.
Ukyou joined her as she dashed down the steps. "He's got a
head start on us, you know. The fight'll probably be over before
we get there."
She glanced at him, never slowing her sprint. "We?"
He nodded. "We."
Akane smiled. It felt good to know someone else was on their
side. "Ranma will be taking the long way to the Temple, along
the streets. We're going to climb up the cliff trail, which
should cut at least half an hour off his lead."
Ukyou nodded, and they sped through the streets of Nerima.
^_-
He walked catsilent through the grounds of the temple
compound.
The gates had been boarded, but he had scaled them with
ease. Built atop a precipice, the fortified house of the Ooni
Kami was surrounded on three sides by a steep hillside. All the
better to prevent a combatant from fleeing the fight.
The courtyard beyond the walls was an overgrown lawn, a
gravel path leading from the main gates to the temple proper.
A pause for bearings, and then he strode along the path, finally
pushing open the double doors of the main building.
It was dark inside. The eaves overhanging the door let little
of the noonday sun in, and the untended trees which littered
the compound filtered even that light, the leaves turning it a
sickly emerald green as it slid through the branches.
But it was light enough for him to make out a figure sitting
in the low chair at the far end of the room.
"Who are you, dead man?"
For a second, nothing. Then a low chuckle came from the
shadowed figure, slowly rising in volume and intensity. "I'm
the one who will see you die." The voice was a rasp, a sound of
sandpaper rubbed against rough stone.
Ranma strode forward, stance ready. "We'll see."
"Yes. We shall."
Ranma abruptly froze, as if suddenly becoming aware of
something.
Then the floor collapsed in a shower of splintering,
shattering wood, sending figure, chair, and Ranma tumbling downward.
He fell, body desperately twisting in midair, and slammed
against the stone wall of the shaft the floor had covered. His
hands scrabbled, slipped, clawed...
His left hand found purchase on an irregularity in the stone.
A jerk as gravity tried to rip him downward to whatever lay
below, a searing pain in his shoulder.
And then he hung there, motionless, in the black.
He craned his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of his
opponent, and saw the shadowed figure swinging, a rope tied
round it's neck securing it to a upper rafter. A figure, he saw,
of straw and wood under old clothes and cloth.
With a photo of his face stapled to the head, smiling.
Below, the pale green light vanished into the blackness of
the pit. He could not see the bottom.
Across the compound, from her seat in the old watchtower,
Tendo Nabiki folded up the microphone, smiled, and waited for
him to lose his grip.
^_-
Mariko groaned, and opened her eyes.
Let's see... Koji looking down at her worriedly, Shan Pu
eyeing her distastefully... wearing Tsen's clothes...
waitaminute, Tsen had grown... hold on...
"Huh?" she asked intelligently.
Koji winced. "Er, Marichan? It, uh, seems that Tsen is Shan
Pu."
She stood up, and aimed a glare at the two. "Not possible.
Tsen had a... um... I mean, though his pants... er." She felt her
cheeks begin to flame. This was probably very embarrassing
for someone, and she suspected the someone was her.
Without a word, Shan scooped up a handful of lake water and
splashed herself.
Mariko watched in disbelief as the bust vanished and the
form expanded. Picking up the kettle, Tsen resumed female
form with a splash of water. Impossible. It had to be a trick...
yeah... right...
"What the hell are you, some sorta magical pervert?" she
finally managed. "And are you a he, or a she?"
Shan gave her an icy glare. "Am _she_. And Shan not the
pervert. You grope me, not other way around."
She felt her face redden yet again, and her stomach began to
roil. She had kissed a woman! Full on the lips!
"You didn't exactly look like a girl at the time!" she snapped
back. "And you didn't have to enjoy it!"
"Enjoy it?" screeched the Chinese girl. "ENJOY?"
"Uh, ladies..." her brother tried to nervously interject. She
ignored him.
"Oh, was that a banana you had in your trousers, then? Wait,
couldn't be. They don't expand, do they?"
With considerable satisfaction, she watched the other girl
turn a vivid shade of purple-red. "That... that... automatic! Is
body, not me! Have mind of own!"
"Yeah, that's what men always say. Pervert."
Shan choked out something incoherent in Chinese.
"WILL YOU TWO QUIT IT!"
Startled, she watched as her brother slammed his umbrella
into the bench, snapping the carved stone neatly in half. He
seems upset, she absently noted.
Fuming, Koji gave them each an angry stare. "I rather
stupidly thought we could talk about killing Saotome, but if
you two want to kill each other instead, that's fine too."
Really upset, she amended.
"Okay, point made, brother mine." She glared at the other girl.
"Sorry I kissed you. Believe me, it'll never happen again." Damn
straight, she thought, repressing a shudder of disgust.
"Shan Pu so very glad to hear," the amazon hissed sweetly.
They exchanged the eyesight equivalent of full nuclear strikes,
and smiled politely at each other.
"Good," her brother muttered. "Now. How about killing
Saotome?"
"Is good. How we do?"
Koji smiled. "I think the simple way should suffice. He'll be
going to school tomorrow. We wait along his route and take
him down."
"Ranma no so easy to 'take down'," Shan pointed out, her good
eye crinkling. "He better than Shan. Think he better than you.
Know he better than pervert girl."
She bit down an angry retort. "Pervert girl reluctantly
concurs with sexchanging freak, brother. Ranma's too good. As
long as he only has to face one or two of us..."
Shan Pu's venomous look was not lost on her. She inwardly
smiled.
"He won't only be fighting one of us," Koji pointed out. "He'll
have to deal with all three of us. He's good, but not that good."
"Except Akane's going to be walking to school with him," she
said, a certain bitterness tinging her voice. Stupid Akane. Poor,
doomed, stupid Akane. "That makes two against three."
"Akane-girl not that good," Shan mused. "Could disable
easily, in opening attack..."
Mariko felt a wave of fury rise up; with difficulty, she
suppressed it. "Stay away from Akane," she said coldly, one
hand tightening around the haft of her umbrella. "She's off
limits, at least as long as you're working with us. Certain
arrangements have been made." A thought struck her. "Hey,
Koji, that's it. We just use that certain arrangement to make
sure Akane stays home tomorrow."
Her brother caught on immediately, shooting her a shark's
grin. "Good thinking, Marichan. 'Azusa' should be able to keep
her safely out of the way. And that makes it three on one." The
grin faded. "At least it'll be open combat."
"And if Akane come anyway?" Shan Pu asked. Mariko
shrugged. "We call off the attack and wait for another day. We
have time." And he doesn't, she thought viciously. He's just
about out of time. She would see to that, for her dead brother's
memory. And for Akane's sake, as well.
"Are we agreed, then?"
"Is deal."
Above and beyond the park, temple bells tolled the hour.
^_-
Like insects on a boulder, two people ascended the left face
of the Ooniyama, speed as fast as safely possible. And faster.
"What is this place?" Ukyou puffed, his combat spatula
slapping against his back with each stride. "A temple?"
"It was. Then there was an earthquake, and the hill, the
Ooniyama, became unstable. Crevices opened in a few places,
some of the buildings were partially swallowed up... The place
is dangerous, especially since it was abandoned. Some of the
chasms have a thin layer of soil over them." Akane shuddered,
remembering the news report of the little girl who had fallen
to her death several years ago. "Parents like to call it the Oni
Temple, and tell their kids that demons live in it, to keep them
from playing here. I used to have to walk to school past it
after I got off the bus, and it always frightened me. Nabiki
used to tease me about it..."
"Wonderful place for a fight," Ukyou remarked dryly.
Akane just kept running.
Finally, they crested the steep trail, the looming hillside
replaced by a crumbling wall. A small gate, set in the side,
stood ajar.
Akane quietly began to swear.
"What's wrong, Akane?"
She turned to look at Ukyou. "That gate. It's _always_
supposed to be locked, to keep little kids out. Which means it's
only been unlocked recently, and probably by the person who
challenged Ranma. And if they knew about the cliff enterance,
they have to know how unstable this place is. But they picked
it anyway."
Ukyou nodded, his face swiftly growing worried. "These, uh,
chasms... the covered ones..."
"All of them are marked by a stake with a red plastic ribbon,
and there's a big one directly under the main building."
He nodded, and unshipped his combat spatula from it's place
on his back.
Slowly, carefully, they walked through the decrepit stone
arch of the temple, senses straining.
They emerged into the grassy courtyard, and Akane's heart
nearly stopped.
"God. Oh God..."
Ukyou scanned the yard, tensing. "What? I don't see
anything..."
"That's what's wrong. The stakes are gone."
They stared in horror at the deceptively innocent looking
grass.
Ukyou spoke first. "I don't see any holes... I mean, if there's
no holes, he can't have..."
A low moan came from the temple building.
Akane had to use all of her willpower to keep from dashing
across the field. "That's him. I think that's him, Ukyou..."
The okonomiyaki chef studied the field carefully. "Akane,
how big were these stakes?"
She racked her mind. "I don't know. Big."
"So they'd leave a hole where they were pulled out, right?
Like that one?"
Akane looked intently to where Ukyou pointed. Some feet
away, a dot of turf about the size of a large yen piece was
marred by a rectangular hole.
"Okay," she said, stepping forward slightly. "Give me one end
of your spatula. If I fall through, pull me back."
"Gotcha."
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, they crossed the lawn, eyes
fixed on the turf for the deceptively harmless-looking stake
holes. And then they were at the steps.
The first thing to greet Akane's eyes upon pushing open the
doors was a hanged man.
She stumbled back into Ukyou, stifling a shriek. Seconds
later she realized it was only a dummy. Then her eyes fell upon
the missing floor.
"Ranma...?" she whispered, her voice echoing oddly in the
hall.
Ukyou just stared.
"akane... help...."
She quickly bent by the edge of the precipice, leaning
forward, and there he was, hanging by one hand, a crazed look
of fear mixed with stubborness and determination...
"Ranma! Hang on!" she yelled, then turned to Ukyou. "Rope. We
need rope."
"I haven't got any. I could run back down to the city..."
Akane swore, staring at the pit. "I don't think he can hold on
that long."
Then her eyes fell again on the hanging figure.
"Ukyou, can that thing of yours cut that beam?"
Grasping her meaning almost immediately, Ukyou lunged, the
combat spatula easily cleaving the ancient wood. Down came
the beam, landing crossways spanning the pit, the dummy
landing about at Ranma's level.
They watched, mesmerized, as Ranma saw the figure.
Calclulated the distance. And pushed himself off the wall into
space.
He hung in nothingness for an eternity of seconds, then his
hands grasped the rope. The figure collapsed as he slammed
against it, body and head falling in two parts to disappear into
the black. There was no sound of landing.
He climbed, and the beam creaked, and wood snapped
ominously.
^_-
Nabiki swore.
Slowly at first, then more rapidly, she decended the
watchtower stairs. By the time she reached the street, she
was running as fast as her legs could take her.
Not today, Nabiki-chan, jeered a mocking voice in her head.
Not today. Nice try, though.
It sounded an awful lot like Ranma.
^_-
He pulled himself up, across the beam, and slowly eased
himself onto the safety of the floor.
And Ukyou stepped forward.
"Hello, Ranchan."
-< End of Chapter 8 >-
Special Thanks to the IMBS Prereaders: Travis Butler, Krista Perry, David
Tai, Trisha Sebastian, RpM, Zen the Ukyou TC, and the infamous Marc
Geiger. And to the Keep of the 4 Worlds folks. Much of the good bits are
theirs, all of the mistakes are ours.
http://www.humbug.org/~wendigo/imbs.html
- Susan Doenime
Brisbane, U of Q
"I hit the streets / They watched me in the monitor..."