Aunts and Uncles Chp: 3

	12:40PM Juban ward

	Haruka was having a bad day. Well maybe bad was a bit strong for her a bad 
day meant being knocked through a wall or two by a rampaging youma, or other 
equally nasty things. Annoying, yes a very annoying day. Grabbing the mail she 
walked into the living room and dropped her books, keys and the mail onto the 
coffee table and proceeded into the kitchen.

	While she started making coffee she could hear her daughter talking 
excitedly on the phone in her room. Try as she might she couldn’t make out the 
whole conversation, she did catch something about Ranma, and going out, and 
something also about walking over with Makoto. Just then a beep let her know the 
coffee was done.

	Taking her mug back to the living room she settled herself on the couch 
and exchanged her coffee for the remote. Before she could turn the TV on however 
she felt a soft breath near her ear.

	“Aren’t you going to read the note?” Setsuna spoke with a soft voice right 
into Harukas’ ear.

	“Jeez Setsuna,” Haruka shouted while jumping up and tripping over the 
coffee table. Whirling around ready to really give it to her green haired 
housemate, only to stop in her tracks. The senshi of Pluto wasn’t alone, with 
her were two men, two women, and a boy about Hotarus’ age. Trying to act casual, 
“I didn’t see any note anywhere.”

	“It’s right where your keys should be, Haruka.” She answered with a 
straight face. Haruka narrowed her eyes at the perfectly calm face of her 
housemate before looking down to where her keys had landed on the floor. She 
didn’t see any note, she did see however one of Setsunas’ guests down on one 
knee picking up the pieces of her broken coffee mug off the floor.

	“Oh please don’t bother I’ll get that.” She said while moving to pick up 
her keys and take the broken pieces from the red haired stranger.

	“I do not mind, that I don’t.” He looked at her with a pleasant smile on 
his face, “Where can I put this?”

	“In the kitchen, please.” She stood up and looked at Setsuna “Well here 
are my keys, so where’s the note?”

	“Haruka I said it was where your keys should, not where your keys would 
be.” 

Haruka did a double take as she could have sworn Setsuna almost cracked a smile. 
And then she followed the other woman’s gaze towards the front door where she 
saw an envelope with her name written in Michurus impeccable script.

	SWEETHEART, please take Hotaru to lunch Ihad to go on an errand for 
Setsuna.

	I hope you read this before talking to her, she is acting really strange.
					Love Always, Michuru
 
	Haruka stared at the note Michuru wrote. And was just thinking of the 
implications. First checking to see if Hotaru’s door was still closed and also 
noting the sounds of music coming from down the hall, Haruka looked at Setsuna 
and the others.

	“I know this is going to sound rude but, what the hell is going on here?”

	Setsuna leveled her gaze at Haruka, before turning to the others. “You 
four make yourselves comfortable, and don’t touch anything until someone 
explains it to you.” She waited until four heads nodded in understanding. Then 
turning back to Haruka, and Kenshin. “Alright, you two come with me, and we’re 
going to talk to Hotaru about some things that are going on she needs to know 
of.” As the trio walked down the hall the four who remained behind settled 
around the coffee table.

	“Man I wish that lady would stop treating us like extra baggage, or 
something.” 

Yahiko muttered.

	“I know what you mean, she seems real pushy to me.” Sanno had looked more 
 Uncomfortable than all the rest of Kenshin’s team combined. “On the other hand 
I guess she really is a witch or something, how else could she have gotten us 
here.”

	“I couldn’t say, but I think we should play along at least until we know 
more about what’s going on around here.” Megumi spoke as she stood and looked at 
some photos that were scattered about the room.

	Kaoru nodded her head and turned her eyes in the direction of the hallway. 
She wondered what Kenshin was holding back from her Yahiko had said that he and 
this Setsuna had spoken the whole time it took for the three of them to walk 
back to the dojo. She could almost cry, of all times for the little monster to 
develop manners and not eavesdrop. Something wasn’t out in the open yet and she 
was going to find out what it was.

	Hotaru was on the phone with Usagi when she heard someone come home. She 
wondered briefly who it might be, but the information Usagi had seemed the more 
important matter. To think Ranma actually asked Kasumi out tonight, and in front 
of witnesses. Those facts alone made it intriguing enough for her to hit the 
power button on her stereo and open her diary and write down today’s events, and 
then look through it for anymore-odd behavior from Ranma. Just as she started to 
do the latter she heard two sharp knocks at her door. “Come on in.” She said 
laying the book down, and looking up.

	Setsuna, Haruka, and a stranger with shaggy red hair and cheerful blue 
eyes entered. Setsuna seemed as calm as always, Haruka seemed a bit cautious. It 
was the man that caught her eye, with the clothes and sword he looked like 
someone out of a samurai movie Ranma talked her and the girls into seeing. She 
looked back at Setsuna when she heard a throat being cleared.

	“Hotaru some things have been going on with the timegate and I’ve brought 
back some people from the silver millenium.” The tall green haired woman glanced 
briefly towards the man. “This is your oldest brother… the king of Saturn.”

	The bedroom was completely silent for what seemed like five whole minutes. 
Poor Haruka who in senshi form or not was used to taking swift action, found 
herself completely flatfooted and couldn’t say or do anything. She was regulated 
to merely looking back and forth between her adoptive daughter and the strange 
man called Kenshin.

	“Ken…Kenshin,” Hotaru launched her self at the pony tailed warrior. Her 
eyes were filled with tears.

	“Why did you leave me alone.” Her tone was accusing.

	“I’m sorry.”

	“I’m sorry and that’s all I get.”

	“oro…”

1:22 PM JUBAN WARD 

Ranma had watched as the girls left for lunch, and shopping. Walking into his 
room he immediately sat at his desk and picked up the phone and dialed. As he 
waited for someone on the other end to answer he thought back to the dream he 
had during homeroom at school this morning.

	He was sitting at a large desk in a darkened study; the only light in the 
room came from the one on the desk and had been dimmed extremely low. Next to 
the lamp sat an enormous book bound by iron clasps, he knew deep down he should 
see to it that this book was destroyed. But also there were doubts, just maybe 
inside he may find some knowledge that would help prevent the war every one was 
expecting.

	He was startled out of his musings by the aged voice of his sometimes 
mentor and ally, most times biggest nuisance.

	“Hello Nekohanten how may I help you.”

	“Cologne I think I may need some help…” Ranma paused for a second “you 
know all about ancient books scrolls and things like that, right.”

	“As a matter of I do Ranma.” The old woman smiled to herself perhaps 
Shampoo would be going out tonight.

	“Alright elder what do you want for your information, I think this might 
be important.” Ranma used an unheard of tone of voice that Cologne had never 
expected to hear from the boy. 

	“Well Ranma this seems rather important to you, I’ll offer what help I can 
for merely one date with my great-granddaughter.”

	“Done just it can’t be tonight.” Ranma said crisply “Now what can you tell 
me about something called the necronomicon.”

	There was an extended pause. Elder Cologne of the Chinese amazons could 
hardly focus for a few brief moments and felt a flash of fear shoot down her 
spine.

	“Ranma, how soon can you get yourself here.” He could hear the note of 
fear in her voice.

	“Less than a half hour alright?”

	“Yes, and boy speak of this to no one until you get here.” The old woman 
hung up the phone. Taking deep breaths to calm her nerves, she wondered where 
and how that boy heard about that accursed tome. And just hoped that was all of 
a connection that there was.
	
	Deep in the sands of Egypt a shadow stirred there it heard its name again. 
It’s intelligence reawaked. The last time it had waked was a hundred years ago 
and the time before that had been three centuries. It quickly sent it’s thoughts 
out to reach out and grasp the mind and emotions of the mortal that had read the 
book it had created in the mind of poor Azim the mad Arab.

	Thayer paused in the doorway to remove his shoes. He looked about and 
shouted before the gang of children swamped him. He was knocked off his feet for 
only a moment.

	“YOU PACK OF WOLVES, YOU WANT TO FIGHT WELL HAVE AT YOU.”

	When the tussle was over, There picked himself up. “Glory be, the young 
pups actually learned something from you, old girl.



Ok that’s chp:3 for now again ask me. I might know the answer and once again I 
might not. Also just let you all know there is more to chp:3.

                                                          Gary Fedorco