"Where IS he!?" growled Panma for approximately the fortieth time.

Ranma, sitting down cross-legged nearby, sighed.  "Bro, you never
specified a -time- to meet.  Why would he show up right when you did?"

Panma stopped his pacing back and forth for only as long as it took to 
glare at his brother.  "Bah!  You'd think he'd be -anxious- to save his 
precious 'blonde-haired girl'!"

Ranma shrugged.  "Maybe he chickened out?"

Panma snorted, flicking a glance at the stands of the field, which
were already beginning to fill with interested students.  "After
accepting a public challenge like that?  I can't imagine his ego would
allow it, even if he had enough brains to..."

"Yo bro, look sharp.  Look like he's here."

Panma swung around and stared across the field as Kunou majestically 
strode through the gate, bokken in hand.  Their eyes met, and Panma's 
features relaxed into a tight, dangerous grin.  "At last..." he hissed, 
cracking his knuckles.  "Now, you overstuffed excuse for a
martial artist, I'm going to make you regret you ever laid eyes on your 
'blond-haired girl'..."

********

Akane sat uncomfortably in the stands, watching Panma pace back and 
forth with obvious impatience.  Suddenly, she started as someone sat 
next to her without so much as a word of greeting. Turning, she prepared 
to deliver a blistering diatribe to whatever scumball male had tried to 
take advantage of her sitting by herself...

"So here's where you were.  I expected you to be with your friends."

Akane blinked in surprise.  "Oneesan?"

Nabiki glanced at her, amusement evident in her eyes.  "Of course.
A little edgy, aren't we?"

Akane flushed slightly.  It was true now that the fight was very near, 
she was nervous, but... "Did you do what you were going to do?  What 
WERE you going to do, anyway?  I mean, Kunou-sempai may be good,
but compared to those two, I don't think..."

Nabiki cut her off with a wave of the hand.  "Don't worry about it, 
Akane-chan...I took care of everything."

"If you say so..."

"I do."  Nabiki glanced over at the field.  "Ah, and speaking of
Kunou-chan, here he comes now."

Following her gaze, Akane say Kuno enter the field.  As he walked
toward the centre, Ranma flipped a "v"-sign to Panma-which his brother
apparently ignored-and walked off.  Jumping over the fence, he looked
around, spotted the two sisters, and headed over.  Akane nearly growled 
in frustration.  "That baka is coming over here!"

Without quite looking at her, Nabiki spoke softly.  "Just act normal."

Akane sighed, swallowing her nervousness, as Ranma reached them and 
threw himself down in the seat next to Nabiki.  "Come to watch, huh?" he 
said cheerfully.  "Don't know why everybody bothered...it's not
like this'll take long."

"I'm sure your brother is grateful for your confidence in him,"
Nabiki stated dryly.

"Ahh, it don't take confidence.  I mean, Kunou's about as much of a 
match for my bro as...hmm...well, you, Akane!  No offence, but you know 
what I mean, right?"  Ranma laughed good-naturedly as Akane
seethed.  That settled it.  As soon as she got home, she was going to
ask Dad to do some serious training with her, and then she was going to 
show this loud-mouthed BOY a thing or...

"Excuse me, sir..."

Her thoughts of revenge interrupted, Akane looked up to see Ranma
staring at a girl she did not recognize.  This girl wore a strange
uniform and was carrying a small backpack, apparently having just come
here from her own school...wherever that was.  Her black hair was styled 
and curled, and a long ponytail fell slightly off to one side. Her dark 
brown eyes gazed out from beneath long lashes, and she wore a smile that 
seemed strangely unsettling.

"Who are you?" asked Ranma, unknowingly echoing Akane's thoughts.

"Would you be, by any chance, Ranma Saotome?" she asked, ignoring the 
question.

Ranma blinked.  "Uhh...yeah, I guess..."

"Excellent."  And without further explanation, the girl sat down next to 
Ranma.  Akane blinked and looked at her sister, but Nabiki was
scrutinizing the girl with hard eyes.  She gave a single, small shake of 
her head.  Whomever this girl was, she was not part of Nabiki's plan.  
Yet she somehow knew Ranma...

"My, I believe the match is starting already," exclaimed the girl.
"I'm -so- glad I arrived in time."  With a sweet, disturbingly false
smile at the two girls, the girl turned forward and watched with
apparent interest.

Confused, Akane turned forward as well, then mentally shrugged and
dismissed the girl, at least for the moment.  Whoever she was, Nabiki
seemed speculative, not angry, so she could not disrupt whatever Nabiki 
had planned.

********

Panma flexed his fingers in anticipation, hearing the satisfying cracks 
and pops, a miniaturized preview of what was to come.  With a
smirk, his eyes locked with those of his opponent, but the unsettling
power of his gaze failed to achieve any obvious effect on Kunou.  No
doubt the kendoist's skull was too thick for him to notice.

"I have come as requested, Panma Saotome.  If you wish to surrender now, 
I generously grant you the opportunity."

"Thanks, but I don't think so," Panma responded, smile widening even 
farther.  He did not bother extending a similar offer to Kunou.  After 
all, there was always the remote chance some brain cells might wake up 
and he'd accept, and Panma most certainly didn't want to lose this 
opportunity.

Kunou smirked to match his rival, raising his bokken.  "Very well.
Then have at thee!"  He rushed forward, thrusting his weapon.

Panma waited until the bokken had all but touched him, then smoothly 
sidestepped, letting Kunou fly past him.  Then he extended a single 
foot, allowing the overextended kendoist to crash into it and fly
face-first into first base.

"Why Kunou," he sneered, "it seems you've missed.  Care to try again?"

Clearly angry, Kunou leaped to his feet and aimed a downward slash at 
Panma, who calmly moved aside.  Kunou reversed the swing into a sweep, 
but Panma has already backed out of range, and it missed as well.

Furious, he launched a blistering series of attacks, all of which his
opponent calmly sidestepped and dodged, all the while wearing a mocking 
smirk. The bokken didn't disturb a single hair.  As a last thrust 
missed, Panma chuckled.  "I thought we were here to fight, not dance."

Kunou's eyes narrowed, and he feinted another thrust, then slashed
downwards.  This time, Panma did not even bother to dodge.  Instead, he 
merely shifted his weight and slashed his foot up to strike the
descending bokken.  Now, the fun would really start...

********

Nabiki watched Panma prepare to snap the bokken with a small smile.  Her 
suspicions had been proved correct...he had not been able to
resist the chance to match his brother.  And for that foolish
competitiveness, he had fallen right into Nabiki's trap.

"Phase five," she whispered softly, feeling a surge of exultation.
Soon, very soon, she would never have to worry about fiancees again.

********

There was loud crack as Panma's ankle connected with the bokken and a 
sharp, stabbing bolt of pain shot up his leg.  His eyes widened in
disbelief, and then he staggered back, almost crying out as a bit of
weight fell on the injured leg.  It was impossible.  Ranma had snapped
the weapon with ease.  There was no way he could have failed to...

Panma's thoughts dissolved into a blur of pain as the bokken caught him 
in the pit of the stomach, the force of the blow lifting him up and 
tossing him backward.  He rolled as he hit the floor, wary of his
ankle, and slid up to stand on one leg, flamingo-style.  Almost
instantly Kunou was there with a high slash, which he ducked and
countered with a punch of his own, but although the strike hit cleanly, 
his one legged posture didn't allow him enough power to do much damage.

The kendoist, with a grunt, reversed and thrust downward with the
backswing. However, Panma was already gone, a piston-like pump of his
remaining leg driving him up and back.  Landing several metres away, he 
swung up into a tiger stance, balancing on his good leg.

Kunou smirked, the pleasure in his grin evoking anger in every fibre of 
Panma's being.  "So, thought to destroy my blade, cur?  Fool.  You shall 
find no flaws in -this- weapon."  Bringing his bokken into an
attack position, his smile widened still further.  "Now, I shall put an 
end to your evil, and rescue my fair blonde-haired one!"

Panma scowled, acutely aware of the throbbing pain running up and
down his leg.  Definitely sprained badly, maybe fractured.  Well perhaps 
this wasn't going to be as much of a cakewalk as he'd expected.  He 
shifted up to look his opponent in the eye, flexing his fingers in 
anticipation.  "Alright, samurai-boy," he growled, "let's settle this."

********

In the stands, Ranma watched his brother with shock.  "No way!" he
exclaimed.  "Panma shoulda broke that, easy!  Don't you remember at the 
school, Akane, when I...hey Akane, you okay?"

Akane, pale, swallowed hard before answering.  "Uh...sure," she lied. 
"Just a little...surprised."  She flicked a nervous glance over at 
Nabiki, but her sister ignored her, to all appearences watching the
fight with interest.

Ranma apparently didn't notice.  "No kidding!  That sneaky little
Kunou jerk musta put something in the bokken...a metal core, or
something.  I can't believe he'd be that smart."

"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"  Everybody-including Nabiki and a fair
portion of the audience-looked over at the strange girl sitting beside
Ranma.  The girl finished cackling and smirked at the martial artist.
"Smart?  My dear boy, you terribly overestimate my brother.  He would no 
sooner think to strengthen his 'invincible' weaponry than to consider 
the possibility he might be beaten."

"BROTHER!?"

"Why yes.  Allow me to introduce myself."  Looking demure, the girl 
arose from her seat.  "I am the beautiful flower of St. Bacchus's
school for girls, rising star of the high school martial arts rhythmic
gymnastics world.  The one known as Kodachi Kunou, the Black Rose.  I
have to come to observe my dear brother in his much-anticipated match."  
She sat down again and resumed watching the battle, a small smile on her 
lips.

Akane stared at her.  "Kunou's sister...?"

"With a speech like that," Nabiki said in a low, amused tone, "I can 
believe it."

********

Panma hurled himself backward, sensing more than feeling the bokken 
whistle by his good leg.  Flipping, he landed in ready position,
swearing under his breath.  Much as he hated to admit it, he was having 
serious problems in this fight.  His useless leg reduced his speed 
drastically, and without it he was forced to spend so much effort 
dodging Kunou's deadly swings that he had no chance to launch his own 
counterattack.

The samurai wannabe himself obviously sensed this as well, as instead of 
pressing the attack he held back a moment, an annoyingly smug grin 
plastered on his features.  "So, Panma Saotome," he sneered, "I see
you do not fare well in this battle. Why do you not attack?  Surely even 
such an unworthy opponent as yourself knows that offence is necessary 
for victory."

Panma saw red.  Bad enough for him to be humiliated here-and after
Ranma's easy victory, yet!-but he would rot in hell before he let this
lecherous, posturing little no-talent -slime- taunt him.  As Kunou
charged forward once more, Panma sprang into action.  Instead of
awaiting the attack, he lunged into it, and as the startled kendoist
hastily swiped to keep him back, Panma saw his chance.  Grabbing the
descending bokken, he used the leverage to flip himself over it, and
allowed his dangling feet to slam into the side of Kunou's head with his 
momentum.

Pain, white-hot and furious, exploded through him, but with a herculean 
effort he shoved it down and continued the movement, landing
in a crouch on his good leg and spinning, cutting out Kunou's feet from 
under him.  As his injured ankle connected once more, the pain nearly 
made him gag.  He cursed his fortune.  It was definitely a fracture, and 
putting any more strain on it in this battle ran the risk of splintering 
it completely.

He arose, teeth gritted against the lingering agony, and noted Kunou 
also standing a few feet away.  Not even a moment's respite, it seemed.  
Well, he would have to deal with it, somehow.  He steeled
himself for the attack to come...there was no question of following up
himself at the moment.

Kunou, the beginnings of a bruise on his temple clearly showing,
scowled.  "So, Saotome, it appears there is yet fight left within you."  
He again raised his bokken; Panma squinted at it, trying to gauge the 
attack to come.  A high stance, as if posed to thrust...but that was 
ridiculous.  The distance was too great, if Panma dodged Kunou would 
leave himself wide open.  To telegraph a suicide strike so was insane 
even for him...

"If you shall not acknowledge your betters," the kendoist shouted,
"then you shall fall, by the will of the gods!"  And with that he lunged 
forward, his bokken thrusting...and then it was back, and thrusting 
again...and again...and again...

Panma, mystified, prepared to sidestep the coming attack, but then
something unseen slammed into his shoulder, throwing off his movement.
He gazed at it in blank disbelief for a moment, before realizing what
had struck him.  Air.  Kunou's attack was furious and fast enough that
the very air pressure caused by his strikes was a weapon.

He had only a moment to contemplate how deadly the strikes themselves 
must be if they could produce such powerful pressure, before the strikes 
themselves reached him, and then all was pain and dust and
flashing blades...

********


"PANMA!" cried Ranma in horror, leaping to his feet.  On the field, the 
beleaugered Saotome twin had all but disappeared in a blurring mass of 
Kunou's attacks, the kendoist's battle cry of
"DADADADADADADA�" clearly audible.  He began to run forward, obviously
intent on saving his brother from serious harm.

Akane noticed this, just as she noticed she too had leaped to her feet, 
a cry of horror erupting almost involuntarily from her own lips.
With only a momentarily, half-ashamed glance at her sister, she followed 
her reluctant fiancee down.  No matter how much she didn't want him, 
this wasn't worth it.  Panma, out there, could be seriously hurt by 
Kunou at any second, even...she didn't even what to think of it.

And what was worse was the certainty, burning through her mind, that if 
anything permanent happened, it would be HER fault. If only she
hadn't followed Nabiki blindly, if she had found out what she 
planned...she put the thoughts out of her mind.  Right now, she had to
try and make up for some of the damage she had helped cause.

Behind the two, still sitting on the bench, Kodachi calmly continued to 
watch.  This match had truly been worth attending.  The boy-Panma-was 
a...remarkable warrior.  Despite his injury, he had
resisted her doltish brother's attacks with an almost astonishing
tenacity.  She smiled ferally as she saw her brother forced to resort to 
his most powerful technique.  It would be a true shame if the other
Saotome and the girl interrupted this little battle before it had run
its course...

********

Pain.  Panma breathed pain, sensed it, felt it, WAS it.  It seemed his 
body had become overloaded, lost its ability to distinguish any other 
sensation.  All that was still clear was the pain, a thousand burning 
lines across his body where even the slightest touch of Kunou's bokken 
had landed.  So far he had avoided being struck directly by the attack, 
but that couldn't last long.  Even now, his dodges were more
conditioned reflex than conscious thought, and the temptation was great 
to leave the pain behind, slip silently into the cool darkness...

"PANMA!"

A...voice?  Calling him here?  It sounded familiar...his brother.  Yes, 
his brother.  He was watching this, wasn't he?  He felt a small
surge of dark amusement.  Ranma was probably horrified to see his
defeat.  He'd no doubt be rushing down towards him, right this moment,
rushing to save him...

And as he realised this, Panma suddenly felt rage.  Somewhere in the 
depths of his soul, in the parts hidden even to himself, something
awoke at the thought, and Panma felt the surge of anger, of humiliation, 
snapping him back to awareness.  And as he did so, one thought burned in 
his brain above all others...he would not lay back and let Ranma save 
him.  Not now, not ever.

Panma ducked, feeling the thrust whistle over his head that he didn't 
even see coming, the thrust that should have caught him full in the 
chest.  Without hesitation he took advantage of the opening, his good 
leg propelling him up, back...before he even realised what he had done, 
he felt his heel lodge firmly in the chain link fence behind the
batter's plate.  With a flash of insight, he saw the subconscious reason 
he had leaped here.  And in that realisation, he also saw victory.  
Panma leaped again, this time forward, but he continued to rise even so, 
so that the figures below shrank into insignificance, little insects 
scuttling in all directions.  He paid them no mind, his eyes focusing on 
the one, the only one, that mattered right now...

"KUNOU!" he roared, as his momentum stalled and he began to hurtle
towards his target, "THIS IS THE END!"

As he plummeted, picking up speed, he became acutely aware of his
injuries.  His ankle was on fire, a particularly deep slice in his side 
made breathing difficult, a thousand welts and cuts stung in the hissing 
air, attempting to distract his concentration.  He dismissed them from 
his mind, pouring all his remaining reserves of energy into
concentrating on his opponent. He would not allow his body to quit now.  
In a moment, only a moment, when it wouldn't matter anymore...

He could see Kunou clearly now, see the beads of sweat on his brow from 
the exertion of the attack, see him shade his eyes against the
blazing afternoon sun, see those same eyes widen as he saw the figure
plummeting towards him, see him whip his bokken up, intending to skewer 
him upon it like a shish kebob...and as he did so, Panma launched his 
own punch.

And hit the ground, pain exploding through him once more as his
battered body protested this treatment.  He lay still for what seemed a 
long moment, energy drained, feeling as though all his skin was
throbbing, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.  But it wasn't over yet; 
he couldn't have the luxury of rest yet.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled his arms underneath him, pushing 
himself up.  He slid the knee of his good leg underneath his body to 
brace himself, and then paused a moment.  Despite the seeming length of 
his immobility, he realised it had only been a few seconds as he heard 
the heavy thud of something striking the ground.  He didn't
look to see if it was Kunou.  He didn't have to.

As Panma finally rose to his full height, Ranma was there, supporting 
him, his plain, open face clearly excited.  "You did it, bro!" he 
enthused.  "You beat him!"

Panma's lips twisted into a smirk.  Of course he had beaten Kunou.
He opened his mouth to chastise his brother for having doubts, and then 
noticed with a start that his pain was gone.  Only a dull ache seemed to 
be left to remind him of the many wounds he had felt a moment ago.  He 
looked down to ensure that they were indeed still there, but his gaze 
oddly seemed to continue, falling down, down, and dragging him with it, 
until he had fallen completely into the cool, peaceful darkness...

********

"Hmmm," said the doctor, examining Panma�s wounds.  "He�s certainly 
taken a beating, but he should be alright if he stays off that leg for a 
little while."

Ranma watched him carefully.  Dr. Ono Tofu was a young man in about his 
mid-twenties, with an open, friendly face.  He dressed simply in a dark 
gi and had glasses, which only added to his certain boyishness.  
Honestly, he didn�t look like much, but Akane swore he was the best 
doctor around, and the way he looked over Panma seemed professional 
enough.

Tofu glanced over Panma again, and then poked a few spots on his
injured leg and abdomen.  "That should help reduce the swelling and
pain, so he can rest easier."  Bustling off to a cabinet, he removed a
few bottles and rolls of bandages.  "You...what was your name again?"

"Ranma."

"Well, Ranma, you should help him around for a week or so.  He
shouldn�t put too much strain on that leg, and definitely not doing any 
martial arts.  Can you keep an eye on him?"

"Yes, sir."  Ranma almost winced at the thought of trying to tell
his brother that he couldn�t train.  Panma was not going to be terribly 
pleasant to live with for the next little while...

********

Akane nearly jumped out of her seat as Ranma came out of Dr. Tofu�s 
office, but felt a pang of fear as she realised he was alone.  "Is 
he..."

Ranma grinned wryly.  "Ah, he�ll be fine, but the doc wants him to
get some rest, so he�ll be staying here tonight.  No school tomorrow
anyway, so he should be fine."

Akane sighed in relief.  "How�s his leg?"

This time, Ranma grimaced.  "Not great.  He�ll have to stay off it for 
about a week, so no martial arts practice."

"He won�t like that."  Both Akane and Ranma looked over in surprise as 
Nabiki rose from her chair, her expression carefully blank.  She 
shouldered her schoolbag.  "But there�s nothing to do right now.  We�d 
better go, or we�ll miss dinner."

"I suppose you�re right," Akane replied.  Ranma nodded as well,
although not perking up nearly as much at the mention of dinner as
usual.  In fact, he was looking at Nabiki, his expression was nearly as 
unreadable as hers.

"Yeah," he said after a moment, "let�s go."

********

Nabiki sat in her room, gazing pensively out the window.  She was not 
sure things could have turned out worse. Panma had won the fight.  She 
�had- planned for that circumstance, but the plans were based on the
off chance that he didn�t fall for her trap.  Of course, he hadn�t
evaded it; the fool would never let his brother one-up him without some 
effort to get even.  But it had never occurred to her that he might win 
despite his injury.  And that the injuries would be bad enough to 
prevent him from training for a week, leaving him inside the house...and 
angry. Both conditions that she would have avoided, given a choice.

She mentally deconstructed the plan.  The failure was, admittedly,
not Kunou�s fault...he had given a command performance out there.  He
was winning for most of the fight, right until Panma�s last attack.
Kunou�s only real problem was with endurance.  And a bit of stupidity 
intaunting Panma rather than finishing him off, but she had been 
expecting that.

Speaking of stupid...she saw Ranma leap into the tree outside, standing 
on a branch only a foot or two from the window.  "You�re
blocking the view," she said cooly.

Ranma shook his head, ignoring her statement.  "I don�t get it.  He�s 
not any happier about this than you are, you know.  Why�d ya do it?"

"I have no idea what you�re talking about."

"Oh, right."  Ranma�s snort wasn�t exactly scornful, nor was it
condescending.  Simple disbelief. "You�d better hope that Panma doesn�t 
ask where Kunou managed to get that bokken.  Not that I think he will; 
he�ll just assume that Kunou knew he was screwed without it. But he 
might."

Nabiki�s eyes narrowed.  He might be more observant than she�d given him 
credit for. "What�s your point?"

"Nothin�.  Just telling ya, if he found out, he�d be pissed.  Really 
pissed.  A lot more pissed than he was at Kunou...well, maybe not. But 
he�d still break your legs."

Nabiki opened her mouth to speak, worked her jaw a couple of times, and 
managed to croak out, "...my legs?"

"Or your arms.  I�m not picky like he is.  Just thought you�d want
to know."  Ranma fell backwards off the branch, turning a complete flip 
before touching down.

Oh, joy.  Ranma was obviously a lousy liar...and that meant he wasn�t 
lying; he really thought that Panma would break her arms if he found 
out.  Or her legs.  Nabiki felt herself reassessing the risks and
rewards of her current plan of action.  She had all of three seconds to 
start this before a knock sounded at her door, and Akane walked in
without waiting for a response.

"I can�t believe you, Nabiki!  What were you..."

Nabiki motioned for Akane to close the door.  "Not so loud, sis."
Akane�s face was a mixture of surprise and shock, with a good dash of 
angry thrown in as well.  "I don�t mind trying to get rid of them, but 
that doesn�t mean I wanted to...to..."

"To �get rid� of them?"

"No!  I mean yes!  He could have been killed out there!"

"Now, you�re exaggerating things.  Kunou-chan couldn�t kill anybody." 
Nabiki hadn�t really thought about that aspect of things.  Kunou could 
quite easily kill a student with his bokken, if some yet-intact portion 
of his sanity gave way, but she couldn�t see it happening.  It would be 
as likely as...it would be very unlikely.

"Did he know that?  Are you going to go back there and finish him off, 
now?  How about Ranma, does he have to die too?"

Nabiki�s face hardened.  "That�s not fair.  I didn�t do anything
to Panma."

"You mean besides setting him up?  Didn�t want to get your hands dirty, 
huh?  Well, you can go find another set of tools. I�m out!"
Akane huffed, spun, and left the room, slamming the door behind her hard 
enough to knock a picture off of the wall.

Okay, NOW she was sure that things couldn�t have turned out worse.  It 
had failed so miserably that even Akane and Ranma managed to agree on
something.  She�d have to take an entirely new approach to things, it
seemed.  Nothing overt; they�d be looking for that, and Nabiki didn�t
relish the thought of spending a few months in traction.  A new approach 
indeed...

********

In another part of Japan, far, far, away, a boy stood on a beach.  He 
was not there to contemplate existance, nor to simply enjoy the beauty 
of the ocean.  He was not even there for training, and he most certainly 
wasn�t there for anything romantic.  No, there was only one,
glaring, overriding reason this boy was standing upon the beach.

He was completely, utterly, and totally lost.

With a muttered curse, the boy looked around suspiciously, as if the 
beach and ocean were just a big trick, an elaborate movie set that
would any moment be whisked away to reveal his destination.  "This is
NOT Tokyo," he said, his rather obvious statement carrying over the
crashing waves.  He looked down at the map clutched in his hands.  "I
was sure it�d be here..." he muttered, "I just must�ve made a wrong term 
somewhere.  I�ll retrace my steps."

The boy looked up with steely determination.  And then his eyes
widened as he saw the gigantic wave falling towards him like a toppling 
wall.  There was no time to run, no chance to dodge.  The boy�s face 
drew back in horror...and then anger.

"DAMN YOU, RANMA SAOTOME!" he cried, and then the wave crashed
down...


TO BE CONTINUED...

Author�s notes: Well, that�s it.  Part five is finally done, and now my 
baby�s diverged enough from the manga that I feel safe to release it.  
As always, all comments and criticisms are welcome!  Send them to
the list or ayiekie@hotmail.com, SVP.

Special thanks to Andy Kent (Avatar) for help with the last Nabiki
scene.




















--
"He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall.
He'd just hung around with the wrong people."
Crowley, Good Omens





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