By Jeffrey Vasquez


The characters of Ranma ½ and Sailor Moon are the express property of their
respective creators, or whomever is currently holding their leases. I don't
pretend to own them.

The rest belong to me.

Author's note:

The story has undergone significant changes since I first wrote it, so
be sure to read it from the beginning!

What has gone before:

In the Silver Millennium, Serenity's first husband is punished as a traitor
to the Kingdom; he vows to return to plague his former wife and all that she
holds dear. In the present, Akane died at Jusendo and Ranma continues to
relive the haunting moment in his dreams half a year later. He decides that
he needs a break, and leaves the dojo in search of some peace. He runs into
some excitement at the train station, saving a certain blue-haired genius
from a dangerous situation.then disappears without a trace.


Chapter Two:

Tendo Dojo


Nabiki enjoyed many things in life. Some were saintly while others
were.less so, but the one thing that was beyond a doubt her favorite, was
ice cream. And not just any ice cream either. It had to be a special blend
that could only be had in one shop in the entire world. Luckily for her it
was about four blocks from her house.

She had planned to introduce Ranma to Tanoshii's confections, but
circumstance and his sudden departure had robbed her of the opportunity.
After six long months of carrying her family, of keeping Soun's hope alive,
and soothing Ranma's devastated conscience, Nabiki felt completely empty.
Her emotional accounts were bone dry and nothing short of a miracle was
going to make her feel that the time had been well spent.

Ranma's goodbye had been short, surprisingly sweet, and to the point.

"Sorry. Can't marry you. Love you too much to risk losing you too. Thanks
for everything. I'll square the account someday."

Had it been anyone else making that promise, she would have laughed and then
nailed the jerk's butt to the floor. But this was Ranma. She wasn't sure
what that meant, but she understood well enough his reasons for leaving,
psychologically at least. He needed space; time away from the grind, and
the ghosts. They all did. Kasumi had found some measure of release in Tofu
's company, and Daddy had found an amazing amount of solace in Genma's
presence. Nabiki had never credited the fat fool as that loyal the fact
that he was offering to take Soun on an extended training trip was.well
miracles, it seemed, were alive and well.

That only left her.

Ranma had been her escape; a measure of her own healing heart. So long as
Ranma was improving, she could lie to herself and say that she was doing
okay too. Now that the sweet jerk had up and abandoned her, she had come
face to face with the ugly reality that Akane was gone. She couldn't hide
from the pain, but she could drown it in hundreds of frozen calories.

Which was what brought her to Tanoshii's ice cream parlor. Nobody could
make a Triple Fudge Cosmic Wangoo like Tanoshii-san. And she considered
herself a connoisseur when it came to such things. She only indulged
herself once a month, or during moments of deep depression, but that was

There was a history behind the Wangoo, that began two days after her mother
had died. Tanoshii-san had just opened the ice cream parlor the week
before, and while business had been brisk, he had taken his time to succor
two little girls that had just lost their mother. Akane had gone hog wild
when Tanoshii-san told her that she could make her own sundae, putting so
much chocolate ice cream in a bowl, that the poor man must have thought that
the pair were going to eat him out of business.

He still made it though, happy to see smiles replace the deadness in their
puffy little eyes. Akane had built the foundation for the dish, but Nabiki
had been the one that had taken the dish to its cosmic level. Brownies and
chocolate sprinkles, maraschino cherries and real whipped cream... nothing
was spared. It was a masterpiece of caffeinated proportions! She and Akane
had been bouncing off the walls all the way home.

The whole experience had made the two forget for a time that they had lost
someone special; drowning their sorrows in a mountain of ice cream. It had
taken three months to come up with the perfect name for the dish, and
surprisingly enough, it had been Kasumi who christened it.

In the years to come, the three daughters would come to the shop on the
anniversary of Mommy's death and remember happy thoughts about growing up
together. It was their private way of healing; and Tanoshii-san, bless his
old heart, never charged them.

Nabiki ordered from the young man tending the counter and quickly settled at
a secluded table far from the door. She was surprised that the boy had done
such a good job in creating the dessert. The whole thing was laden with
calories, and promised to bring her a large amount of pain, sweat, and tears
to work off. She vowed between bites to make Ranma pay if she got fat.

"Mind if I join you?"

Nabiki smiled and looked up into a kindly, elderly gentleman's face. "Not
at all." He sat down across from her, a special Wangoo of his own in front
of him.

"The new kid seems to know his stuff." She said to break the ice between

The older man shook his head, frowning worriedly.

"You must be worse off than I thought." Tanoshii-san knew that something
big must have happened if Nabiki hadn't notice him preparing her sundae. He
scooped a large amount of strawberry ice cream into his mouth. Somehow, as
if by magic, the clean shaven man before her had come by a pink moustache.
"How are you feeling today Nabiki-chan?" He couldn't keep the concern from
his voice, but did his best to take some of the bite away from the young
woman's pain.

Nabiki couldn't help the tired smile that blossomed on her face, knowing
full well that the older gentleman's antics were intentional. "I'm okay
Oji-san. Holding up better than I expected." She hadn't thought about
Ranma or his sudden departure once in the last two minutes. It was a real
improvement. "How about you?"

"I'm sitting in the presence of an elegant young woman, eating a Cosmic
Wangoo. It's almost an epiphany."

"Almost?" She asked. "What could be better than this?"

He smiled mischievously at her and winked. "Grandkids."

Nabiki wadded up a napkin and threw at him. He never changed. First it was
Kasumi, then Akane when he had discovered the engagement, and now it seemed
he had shifted his sights to her.

"Is that all you can think about Oji-san?" She said mock pouting.

He looked chastened, but only for a moment. "Come now, Nabiki-chan!" He
protested. "I need heirs to take over this grand establishment!" He waved
grandly at the quaint shop that surrounded them. The whole thing sounded so
familiar, that Nabiki had to laugh. It was a bitter, forced attempt at
mirth, mixed with salty tears that Nabiki tried to pass off as jovial.

"You think that I'm joking?" The tone of his voice, calm and wise, drew
Nabiki's attention. She tried to hide the fact that she had been truly
crying, but when the elderly man handed her his handkerchief, she knew that
he was sharper than she gave him credit for.

"Not at all Oji-san. It's just," she began, looking around the parlor.
There was no way that he was serious. She would humor him though, she
rarely saw him any more. "It's just that you sound like my father." She
shook her head, while Tanoshii-san simply smiled.

"He sounds like a wise man Nabiki. How are things with Saotome-san?"

She sighed and scooped another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into her
mouth. "Ranma left this morning."

"Left?" Now it was his turn to be intrigued. "What's that mean? Is he
gone for good?"

"I'm not sure, the jury's still out as far as Ranma's intentions are
concerned." She toyed with one of the maraschino cherries in the rapidly
melting Wangoo. "He didn't really say what his plans were." Her heart was
feeling particularly empty at the thought of Ranma not returning.

Tanoshii-san patted her wrist and smiled. "Never fear Nabiki-chan. Who
could resist a woman of your charms?" She had the grace to smirk impishly.

"No one in their right mind." Both laughed and fell into easy conversation
about simpler times. The after noon shadows grew long as they reminisced,
allowing Nabiki a nice break from the somber attitude around her home. This
simple shop owner, with a heart the size of Mount Fuji, had done more to
heal her wounds in one night, than she had done in six months. He had given
her hope, helped her talk about her pain, and done it all without Nabiki
realizing it.

The man seemed to be able to read her mind.

Juuban Terminal

Every mother had a special way of embarrassing their children. Some could
use baby pictures to draw blushes from the toughest of children. Others
could weave tales that made ears burn with shame. But in the end, there was
one technique that put them all to shame.Ami liked to call it the "Cool-Mom"
syndrome. This dreaded affliction started off innocently enough, with the
mother wanting to understand her child; but it progressively turned into a
nightmare as the parent tried her best to "be cool".

Ami had endured the torment of her mother listening to popular idol singers,
and spouting embarrassing slang. She had stoically weathered the sudden
change in her mother's wardrobe, and even the attempts to change Ami's.
When her mother had become a model icon of all that it meant to be a
teenager; well, Ami started to worry.
Yuriko Mizuno was a complete professional at work, but at play..

There were times that Ami wanted to simply crawl under a rock and die. As
her mother examined her at the platform, in her tight, florescent yellow pvc
mini, Ami wished that she could have disappeared with the boy that had saved

It wasn't right to show that much skin and be a mom.

She didn't have a choice as Sailor Mercury. Her mother however, actively
sought out the trendy Dayglo outfits, and could be caught humming some tune
by L'Arc~en~Ciel or another popular band. Ami wasn't jealous.well, not
really. Who cared if her mother was cooler than she was? Who cared if she
could out shop Minako, and be as mysterious and sensual as Setsuna? Not Ami,
nope! She just wished that her mother would act her age, or at the very
least, with more of a mature dignity than she did.

"So, tell me about this boy that saved you." Ami cringed as her mother
began the interrogation. "Was he handsome?"

Ami groaned as Usagi launched into a full description, and was even more
surprised when Hotaru corrected the enthusiastic blonde. As Ami's mother
began asking about the young man's sizes, the young genius wished that she
could think up a plausible excuse to leave.

And by the look on Mamoru's blushing face, he was wishing the same thing.

Saotome home


It had taken Ranma most of the afternoon to find his mother's home. The
streets and alleys were a veritable maze that continued to confound him. He
should have come by sooner.

What kind of son ignores his mother? Death or no death, Ranma should have
at least spoken with her. After six months of silence from the woman Ranma
had decided that it was past time to make amends. He couldn't stand to lose
someone else that he loved, and alienating his mom hurt almost as much as
Akane's death.

Genma said that he had taken care of everything, but that alone worried
Ranma more than anything he might have done. If there was one thing that
the young man had learned in his life, it was that Genma had a tendency to
screw up everything that he touched. Ranma wasn't worried about what Genma
had told was what he hadn't told her that made him sick inside.
If only he hadn't been so lost in himself at the time.if only he had taken a
moment out to talk to his mother..

If wishes were fishes, Ranma would be king of the ocean by now.

Ranma continued to berate himself as he approached the next street and
almost missed his mother's home altogether. The only thing that stopped him
was the sound of someone's Kiyai. He took a moment to get his bearings and
found himself standing before his mother's front gate.

While not as large as the Tendo Dojo, the Saotome training hall was
respectable. The large stone wall that surrounded the compound was stoutly
built, and the large wooden gate was doubly reinforced. Ranma had heard of
the home being a castle, but he had never seen a house built like one
before. What else was a woman living alone supposed to do?

Shame filled him.

How many people had he failed to protect? Akane, his mother, Ukyou.the list
continued to grow as more people continued to surface in his memories.
Sadly enough, most of the people that had been hurt, were Genma's fault. It
made him sick to think of all of the young women to whom he had been
promised to, only to have their hopes dashed when Genma had run away with
Ranma in tow.

But Genma wasn't the only one that had made bad choices, Ranma's own conduct
had hurt many people over the years: Ryouga, Shampoo, Ai Watase, Nabiki and
her family. He needed to find a way to cleanse his stained honor. He
couldn't stand to look into Kasumi's eyes anymore. The loss that he saw
there was so much deeper than his own.

"As good as I am, I'm not good enough.." He whispered to the wind. He
needed to be better than what he was, and that meant that he needed to
train. Which was the main reason for leaving the Tendos. He wasn't going
to find what he needed from his old man and Soun. Those two were empty
wells as far as he was concerned. No, he needed to look else where for his
lessons; thus he had thought a good place to start was with his mother.

If she would have him..

Ranma sighed and tried to open the gate. Finding it barred from the inside
started up a whole new round of self-abuse, that continued well after he had
leapt over the compound's stonewall.


Nodoka Saotome was a creature of habit. Every morning she would rise with
the dawn, wash the sleep from her eyes, and then greet the day by performing
a few simple (at least by Saotome standards) katas. Kendo, the way of the
sword, was her preferred focus. But she also found pleasure in the way of
the spear.

Her day was spent working at an orphanage not far from her home, teaching
the younger children to read and write, and on the weekends she worked at
the hospital with her friend Yuriko in the pediatrics ward. Early afternoon
was reserved for walks in the park and general errands no matter what the
day. By five o'clock, she had returned home, spent some time in her garden,
and eaten a light dinner. By six, she was back in the dojo reviewing what
she had learned that morning and throughout the day. This practice session
was by far more strenuous than the morning, and more often than not the
Satome matriarch would ultimately lose herself in the practice. It wasn't
much of a life, but until Genma decided to come home it was all that she

Nodokoa picked up her towel and rested her bokken on the rack next to the
other practice weapons. She had gotten so used to the house being empty,
that she could pick up on visitors right away; it was almost like a sixth
sense. Ten some odd years of waiting by the door for your husband and son
tended to do that to a woman. Nodoka left the dojo, toweling her face, and
praying that it wasn't that Ruijuri man. She was getting sick of telling
the man no.

He had the annoying ability to slip through locked doors, and the penchant
for disregarding everything that Nodoka said; polite or otherwise. The fact
that he would sneak a peak on her in her bath was flattering, but enough was
enough. She had avoided outright violence up until now, but she began to
rethink her strategy. Maybe it was time to start giving him a harsher
denial. Somehow, she doubted that it would work.

The young man sitting on her front steps wasn't Kanta Ruijuri, not by a long
shot. Nodoka dropped the towel at the sight of her son. She had never seen
him looking so tired and worn. To the common eye he looked fine to be sure;
but a mother could pick out a hundred different things that a doctor couldn'
t when her children's health was being jeopardized.

There were dark circles under his eyes, and the pallid sheen of his skin was
anything but healthy. Everything about the young man was off kilter. The
way that he seemed to be slightly hunched over, and the listless way that he
watched her approach told her that something was terribly wrong.

She wasted no time in welcoming him, immediately embracing him and bathing
him in her love and concern. It didn't matter what was wrong, or that she
hadn't spoken with him in six months. All that she saw was her son's pain,
and like any mother she was bound and determined to heal whatever was
troubling him. He tried to smile when she pushed him to arm's length, but
the gesture was little more than a grimace.

It must have been worse than she thought.


Ranma had more than anything, to speak to his mother. He had gotten so far
as to open his mouth to apologize for being away fro so long, when she had
all but tackled him. The air was forced from his lungs by her enthusiasm,
and he found himself smiling despite his guilt. No one could match this
warmth. She pushed him out to arm's length and began looking him over, and
Ranma smiled for her benefit, to show that everything was fine. She didn't
buy it, and he could tell that something was wrong.

It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. No mention of Akane,
and the missing condolences confirmed what he had known all along. Pops
hadn't told his mother anything about what had happened.

He cursed the old fart up one end and down the other, before trying to
figure out how he was going to tell his mother about what had happened.


The emptiness in Ranma's face and the mountain of guilt hiding behind his
eyes hit her like a fist. What could cause him to look this way? Had he
done something wrong? Yes, that seemed a good guess, but there was
something more. She studied him for a time, saying nothing, coming up and
discarding possibilities left and right. She had learned a great deal about
Ranma from the people that she had spoken with in Nerima. He wasn't a thief
like his father, though he was known to "appropriate" things from time to
time; usually during a battle if her sources were correct. No it wasn't
theft. But someone had been hurt by his actions.

The amount of loss in his demeanor wasn't the type that could be associated
with serious injury. Ranma wouldn't have even been here if someone had
gotten hurt that badly. She was sure that he would have been by their side,
encouraging them to get better. No it was more serious than that. The
color slowly drained from her face at the realization.

Someone had died.

Genma? No, there was too much personal attachment to this open wound. Ranma
would be more outwardly concerned with breaking the news to her. Besides,
she had spoken with her husband last week on the phone and Genma had sounded
fine. In fact, the man had gone on about how close Ranma and his fiancée
were growing.

It couldn't have been Akane, if that were the case; so it must have been one
of the boys that Ranma sparred with. That Ryoga boy that Ranma was so close
to was the only one that made sense. Unless of course it was one of the
other young women that followed Ranma around. She sighed heavily as she
watched her son turn his face away. She wasn't getting anywhere with
speculation. Best that she address the issue head on and get the story from

"What's wrong son?"

She had been expecting a lot of things: to be brushed off with a smile,
Ranma walling himself off from her, and even tears. But Ranma's face
darkening with anger was not on her list.

"He didn't tell you did he?"

Nodoka looked at her son, perplexed.

Her estranged son sighed wearily and gently pushed himself free of his
mother's embrace. She watched as the helpless rage built within him,
looking for an escape.

"The bastard told me that you knew. He promised on his honor that he'd told
you." Ranma snorted and sunk back onto the steps weakly. "Like that's ever
meant anything to him." The anger, coupled with the already existing rage in
his heart boiled over. His fist streaked down and spider-webbed a large
stone that started the walk to the dojo. He didn't register the blood on
his knuckles, or anything else for that matter. Nodoka watched her son
slowly curl into himself, trying to keep the shame and the pain at bay.

"Damn you old man! For once just do the right thing!" Ranma had no clue
where to begin his tale.

There was nothing worse than failing someone you loved, but mothers, in
general, were in a class all of their own. To shame them.especially when
they loved you so much was sacrilege. For Ranma, failing his mother was not
an option. It was a matter of life and death; or at least it had been.
That wasn't the reason that he hid his face in shame though. Nodoka Saotome
was a special woman, and Ranma had hurt her a thousand times over. The last
thing that he wanted to do was reveal to her that he had been the cause of
his fiancee's death.

As Nodoka settled herself next to Ranma, her arms immediately wrapped around
her son in what she had meant to be a comforting embrace. The young warrior
flinched, but did not pull away, not physically at least.

"Tell me what happened Ranma." She tried to make her voice soothing and
accepting. But, when her son looked into her eyes she readily saw the fear
in them; the fear of rejection and the fear of betrayal.

Nodoka cursed Genma for teaching her son to fear her so.

"I promise everything will be okay. You are my son, and I love you."

Ranma fidgeted a moment more, but her admission of love melted his defenses.
The tale began and in less than two minutes she was cursing the name of
Genma Saotome, and in less than five minutes Nodoka's cheeks were wet with
heart-felt tears. She had had such dreams for Ranma and Akane, and now they
were gone. She wanted to hold her baby, but something kept her rooted to
her seat while her son continued his grim tale. He spoke simply, with a
hopeless detachment.

How many times had he told it? He hid nothing, reliving every terrible
moment, and hearing every sound as if it had been yesterday. Nodoka, like
any good mother, mourned for him.


By the time Nabiki's conversation lost its steam, she found herself closing
the shop with the elderly gentleman. Night had fallen and a pleasant stroll
through the cool, spring night lay before her.

"Well Nabiki-chan, I must say that it was nice to have help for a change."
He arched his back, making a sour face as he worked his sore muscles.

She graced him with one of her trademarked smirks before poking him in the
belly. "You could always hire some more help you know."

"Are you looking for a job?" He asked teasingly.

"For fifty percent of the profits.I'd think about it."

"Ouch! You mean that you would deprive this old man of his hard-earned
money? Nabiki!" His banter was light and in jest, but she knew that he was

"Of course not Oji-san! I'm a modern girl with modern needs though. Bills
to pay, and a bottomless pit for a fiancée that I'll have to feed. Not to
mention college!" She was about to expound more, when he held up his hands
to ward her off.

"I get the picture! I get the picture."

Nabiki smiled and kissed his cheek. "You know, if you really need me, I
might be able to swing something between classes."

He seemed on the point of protest, but looking into her bright brown eyes,
he decided against it. She hid her pain well, but he could see it clearly
enough. It might just be what the doctor ordered for a lonely heart.

"Well.." He tapped his index finger against his lips and scrutinized her
from head to toe. "I could use someone on Saturday nights. If Saotome-san
can part with you for a few hours, I humbly accept the offer."

Nabiki looked out the window for a moment before answering. "I don't think
that will be a problem. We can negotiate terms of service later."
Tanoshii-san winced appreciatively.

"Be gentle." He said meekly, earning himself a playful punch in the arm.

"You worry too much Oji-san! I'm not that bad."

"So you say now."

"Ooooh! You!"

Tanoshii-san laughed, a full-bellied act that reminded her of Santa. She
smirked and punched his arm again. "I've got get home. Daddy's going to be
worried sick about me."

Tanoshii-san waved for her to wait, as he stumbled over to one of his
refrigerators. She watched as he dug about for a moment before pulling out
a large, brown paper sack.

".for <hee hee>. Kasumi-chan. <snicker>.!"

Nabiki could only shake her head. "You really need to get out more."

The comment only made him laugh harder.

The pair bowed to each other, one with a little more dignity than the other,
and then Nabiki was walking home. She had made the trip, what? A thousand
times it seemed. But there was something different in the air tonight.

Something that set her on edge.something dangerous.

The long shadows cast by street lamps held eyes that watched her every step,
and whispered softly at her passing. Her pace quickened as she entered a
particularly narrow alley that would shave a good ten minutes off of her
walk home. The moment that she entered the narrow way, she knew that she
had made a terrible mistake. The night was blacker here, and the voices
seemed to gather in both volume and number, while remaining as indistinct
and garbled as before.

She knew that she heard her name whispered, followed by an insane giggle.
Others followed until the whole alley was echoing with laughter.

**ohpleaseohpleaseohplease!** Her mind, normally so focused, was now
experiencing true terror; and Nabiki did the only smart thing that she could
think of: She ran.

As the exit to the alley opened before her, her heart soared with relief.
If only she could make it into the light! Her legs ached, and her chest was
cold from fear and the ice cream that Tanoshii-san had given her.

Ten feet from the exit the laughter stopped, and the whispering began again;
excited and filled with anticipation.

"She's the one. I'm sure of it!"

"The Huntress. Call the Huntress!"

**Oh God! They're coming for me!**

"Run with her. Play with her!"

"The Huntress!"

Seven feet from the exit, she heard movement from above her.pacing her.

Her lungs burned with the exertion of sprinting, and she flung the ice cream
away from her to free up her arms. **I'm too young for this damnit!** She
knew that she should have kept up her training, if for no other reason than
this very situation. Reputation could only take you so far, and now that
both Akane and Ranma were gone, she would have to rely on herself.

Five feet from the safety of the street, she heard the fluttering of cloth.
It was a familiar enough sound. Ranma's clothes had made the sound enough
times, when descending from the roof of the dojo..

**Oh %^#&!!! They're above me!**

Three feet. she saw a shadow move to block the alley's exit.

Tears of frustration filled her eyes as she pushed herself harder. There
was no way in Hell that she was going to let these bastards trap her so
easily! She ducked her head low and presented her shoulder like a
battering ram before her mad dash.

Two feet.she felt something trip her and then she went tumbling into the
waiting arms of the shadow before her. She started to scream even as the
groping arms sought to hold her. Reflex kicked in and she began to kick and
thrash for her life, bringing more than a few grunts from the rock solid man
that held her. Her forgotten training kicked in, and the man was forced to
start blocking her furious kicks.

She managed to get an arm free, and put it to good use; hitting her captor
with an opened palm strike across the jaw, that made his head rock backward.

Someone behind her laughed, causing her to struggle more.

"That's enough!" Nabiki heard a distinctively feminine voice come from
behind her. "Yoshitsune, let Tendo-san go." The vice like arms refused to
loosen their hold.

"Awww, come on Hato-chan! This is just getting' good! Yoshi-kun hasn't
seen a girl in eons, and here one just throws herself into his arms!"
Mocking laughter filled the alley, causing the arms to loosen slightly.
Nabiki broke free, and landed in a heap at the foot of the towering shadow
before her. "Who better than Tendo-san? It's almost like they were fated
for each other." The voice was filled with casual sarcasm.

"Do as I say. Now." The one called Hato could have frozen a lit grill with
the frigidity of her voice.

Yoshitsune relinquished his hold on Nabiki only after he helped her to her
feet. It was an opening that she exploited to its fullest. Her knee came
up with a precision that every woman seems born with, unerringly hitting a
very sensitive spot that dropped the man to his knees.

She bolted for the street, but felt a hand snag her wrist and fling her back
into the alley with inhuman strength. The results were predictable. Two
pair of hands immediately grabbed her, pulling her arms out wide, and
holding her feet immobile.


A firm hand placed itself over Nabiki's mouth, causing her screams to become
little more than muffled grunts. She struggled some more, trying to free
herself to no avail.

"Are you sure she's the one?" A quiet, measured voice asked. "Somehow, I
expected more."

"Shut up and tend to your brother."

A beautiful face entered her vision then, timeless in a way that made Nabiki
feel like a little girl again. The woman's nose was just a tad too large for
her face, but it seemed to enhance her beauty, rather than detract from it.

"Tendo-san," her voice was soothing, not unlike Kasumi's, but it held a
hidden steel that brooked no nonsense. "We are not here to harm you." The
sincerity in her voice caused Nabiki to relax. "My brothers are brutes with
a twisted sense of humor. I apologize if they frightened you."

She motioned to the two holding Nabiki, and shrugged. She motioned for the
pair to release their captive, and Nabiki found herself free, but trapped
between the chuckling men behind her and the shrewd woman before her.

"It was a good joke!" A man's voice sounded from somewhere over her left
shoulder. "You should have seen your face!" The man at her right shoulder
snorted and tried to keep from giggling. Too bad he wasn't trying hard

Nabiki smirked and nodded her head. She even chuckled some. Best to humor
her captives until she could find a weakness to exploit.

She started weighing the situation, and the people around her. She counted
five: the two immediately behind her, Hato, the recovering Yoshitsune, and a
fat midget that was eating Kasumi's discarded ice cream. Their features
were all shrouded by the dark alley but she could tell that they all had
fairly large noses, everyone except Yoshitsune.

As the man in question finally righted himself, and stepped into the light
Nabiki's breath caught in her throat. He had to have been the single most
handsome man that she had ever laid eyes on! Clean-shaven and tall, he had
his silky, black hair cropped short and tied back into a small ponytail.

She immediately regretted kicking him in the groin.

The ice cream thief behind her, snorted sending ice cream spraying out of
his nose. He began to hack and cough uncontrollably, while the others
looked at the blushing Yoshitsune, biting their lips to control their own
laughter. Nabiki didn't really notice this, her eyes were captivated by the
subtle way that the man moved. He wasn't as graceful as Ranma, but there
was a maturity in his step, that Nabiki couldn't help but appreciate.

She wondered what it would be like to wrestle with him again.

Laughter erupted from every voice, like a dam breaking under strain. Nabiki
looked around at the people as if they were mad, wondering what she had
missed. The only one not laughing was Yoshitsune. His face seemed to glow
bright red.

It was really cute. He seemed even more vulnerable than Ranma.

The laughing quartet fell to the ground, clutching their sides against their
mirth. It was enough to bring Yoshitsune stalking over to her.

**Listen woman!** Nabiki was shocked to hear a man's voice echo forcefully
in her mind; yet his lips did not budge a whit. **I would appreciate it, if
you would kindly keep your perverted thoughts to yourself!**

The laughter turned to howls.

"You can hear my thoughts?" Nabiki asked incredulously. He had the softest
looking skin, she wondered what it felt like. And those eyes! They were so
dark that they could swallow a woman whole, without her knowing it.

"Here!" He said angrily, grabbing Nabiki's hand and bringing it up to his
face. "This is what my skin feels like! Are you satisfied?"

It was soft.

The midget whistled a cat-call, causing his two brethren to double over
more. Hato tittered, wiping the tears from her cheeks and trying to stand
at the same time. Reality hit Nabiki like a ton of bricks, lighting up her
face as much as Yoshitsune's had. She tried to make her mouth work, but
nothing came out.

"We don't have time for this. Mother is expecting us." Yoshitsune grumbled
and tapped the back of Nabiki's neck. The last thing that she remembered
was falling into his protective arms.and being grateful for it. She knew
that she was betraying Ranma, but strangely, she felt no guilt in this.

It felt right.

Saotome Dojo

"He has known about her death for six months, and has lied to me the entire
time!" Nodoka was furious, that much was certain. And by the way that she
held her teacup, one could almost imagine her crushing the life out of her
husband. "He told me that they were going on an extended training trip to
Nepal, to learn a obscure technique! He even had Soun confirm it!" She
growled and spider webs began to make their way up the sides of her cup. "I
can't believe that I fell for his lies again! 'Not to worry honey. Ranma's
getting closer to his fiancée everyday, and by the time we return everyone
will be ready for the ceremony!' Jerk!"

She set the cup down and took a deep cleansing breath. Nodoka looked at her
oldest, dearest friend in the world and shook her head. "You were right
Yuriko. It's past time that Genma learned a lesson."

Hojiro's Bar

Genma sneezed in his beer, then looked worriedly at his old friend Soun.
This wasn't a good sign.

"I think that I know where Ranma went Soun."

The Tendo patriarch looked up from his own mug happily.

"Great news Saotome! Let's go fetch him!"

Saotome Dojo

"When I get my hands on the man, I swear that I will skin him alive! Him
and that no good friend of his!"


Genma and Soun both sneezed in unison, and felt a cold shiver run up and
down their spines. Their beer mugs and three mirrors in the bar all cracked
simultaneously, leading both men to the conclusion that this might not be
the best course of action.

Saotome Dojo

Yuriko Mizuno merely nodded at her friend as she sipped her tea. To her
mind, removing Genma from the gene pool was a good thing. The frantic call
that she had received from Nodoka drew her away from the relaxing bubble
bath that she had earned after two weeks of solid conferences and traveling.
After having heard of the long list of abuses that Ranma had endured, Dr.
Mizuno was wondering how Genma was still alive.

"What am I to do Yuri-chan?" Nodoka set her teacup down and wearily let her
face drop into her hands. "I haven't seen Ranma for any real length of time
in eleven years! And he returns to me now, with all of this weighing him
down! You have a daughter his age, where do I start? How do I help him?"
She never would have admitted it to anyone but Yuriko, but she was suddenly
feeling out of her element. She knew how to deal with small children.
Grieving teenaged martial artists were just not her forte.

"There's no text book for any of this No-chan. You do what comes
naturally." Yuriko said, matter-of-factly. "You love him. You comfort
him. You take care of his physical needs. And most of all you talk to him."
She sipped her tea and smiled. Who would have thought of her giving advice
on dealing with teenagers? If only Nodoka knew.. "Not just about Akane,
but about the present and the future. Move him out of the past slowly, and
remind him that there is a life that he needs to live. Get him to make some
goals, send him back to school, get him involved with things that will help
him move beyond his grief."

Nodoka nodded thoughtfully and picked up her teacup again.

Yuriko wished that it could have been as easy for her Ami. Divorce was
never an easy thing for a child, and when Ami's father had abandoned them
for his slut, her baby girl moved into her own little world of tests and
study groups. Yuriko couldn't seem to move the girl back into the real

She'd been trying for ages, but the farthest she had gotten with the girl,
was the hospital New Years party; one glass of wine, and the girl vowed
never to socialize again. Who could have known that Ami had such a low
tolerance for alcohol? Everyone had loved her singing voice, and had gone
out of their way to compliment her on it. And the Chief of Surgery had
really enjoyed the dance.

The only thing going for Ami-chan, were her friends. There were a few that
seemed to remind Ami that there was a world outside of books, that Aino girl
specifically. Now then, if they could only get Ami a good boyfriend, Yuriko
could relax and be assured that her daughter wasn't going to live in the
closet for the rest of her life. Maybe she could kill two birds with one

Dr. Mizuno sighed and drained her tea in one gulp. "Where is Ranma now?"

Nodoka frowned and sat her cup down. "In the dojo. He needed time to

Yuriko nodded and stood, straightening her blouse. "Well, let's go see

"Is that wise Yuri-chan?"

Dr. Mizuno gave her friend a thumbs up. "Doctor's orders." She put her arm
around Nodoka's shoulder and hugged her gently. "Just introduce us; help
him get his mind off of his guilt. Meeting new people will help make the
transition easier."

"But.I don't want Ranma to get the wrong idea." Nodoka was uneasy about
introducing Yuriko as "Dr. Mizuno"; she looked at her friend worriedly. "He
's just come home Yuriko, I don't want to drive him off."

To her credit Yuriko understood, and squeezed Nodoka's hand. Her relaxing
smile eased Nodoka's tension. "You worry too much No-chan. As far as I see
it, Ranma will need someone to show him around Juuban. A good friend, with
no romantic ties.." She trailed off and left the rest to her friend to
piece together.

"Do you know someone like that?"

No-chan, Yuriko reflected, had never been that quick on the uptake; after
all, she had married Genma.despite all of the signs. Still, Yuriko had to
admit that the woman had a lot on her mind; so she was entitled to a little
leeway. She nodded her head and smiled mysteriously, motioning for her
friend to lead the way.

The smile alone would have unnerved Ranma's mother, had she seen it, but
Nodoka was already moving towards the dojo; oblivious to everything but her
son's welfare.

Banyankala Province, China

Salt watched as a man descended from the Ho Min pass and into the valley of
the Musk amidst the unnatural storm. The omen itself was lost on the
towering giant, but he could see that any man that braved a tempest of such
magnitude, and do so without any clothes on, had to be dangerous. He looked
down at his smaller companion, Cayenne, the anxiety plain on his face. Salt
came from a distinguished line that had the mark of the panda in their
lineage, and his black and white hair made him a handsome figure.

Unfortunately he had very little in the way of common sense. Cayenne on the
other hand was Salt's opposite. No one would ever mistake him for being
attractive, but his intellect made him more than a match for any man. His
reddish hair and dark eyes easily marked him as descended from a wily fox.

Cayenne and Salt had honed their skills to near perfection as a fighting
team. Alone they could be bested within minutes, but together they had
given even the almighty Herb a run for his money.

Cayenne relayed a complex battle strategy to his large companion with a few
deft hand signals, and then returned his attention to the naked man
advancing on their position. The way his gut knotted painfully told him
that this would be his last battle. He simply prayed that he could sell his
life dearly.

The innumerable shadowy figures that rose up behind the man dashed that
pretense against the sharp rocks of reality. They couldn't outrun the
oncoming horde, they couldn't warn their master in time to be of any help,
and there was no way that they could make a dent in the army that was
backing this lone figure.

Well, there was one option. But he would die before he took the coward's
way out. Treason was for fools and Amazons. He looked up at Salt's white
face, and tapped his broad thigh to get his attention. The fear in the man'
s eyes twisted the knot in his own stomach more.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. With one distinct slash of his
hand, he changed their plans. It was a risky play, but if they could pull
it off, hopefully Lord Herb would have some warning and even some time to

Salt nodded and lifted his partner onto his shoulders, and together they
began to absorb the essence of the earth beneath their feet. Their flesh
took on the hardness of stone, and their blood ran molten, like the molten
core of the Earth itself. This was a suicide maneuver, developed against
the chance that they would one day face a foe that they could not defeat by
any other means.

The naked man stopped his advance, and watched in admiration as the fighting
pair gathered their energies. It seemed that this world hadn't forgotten
all of the old ways. He wondered though, how much was actually remembered;
after all ten thousand years had a way of dulling the collective memory.
Ahbrim Ur le the pair before him continue to gather energy, after all he
felt that he owed them that much.

They had acted with valor when most men would have wet themselves and run
away. Let them die with the dignity that they deserved.

The earth rolled beneath his feet and Ur smiled knowingly, then raised his
hands to the Heavens. The shadowy army melted away as if it had never
existed, leaving the man alone and surrounded by a bloody red aura.

Cayenne's eyes flashed bronze in the night, and then the ground erupted
beneath their feet. Lava exploded around them burning away their bodies
even before they had completed their arc. In the team's place a miniature
volcano blasted the blood of the Earth high into the sky, igniting the
surrounding forest and making the pass secure; for a time at least.


Many leagues away, in the mighty palace of the Musk Dynasty, Herb listened
to one of his lieutenant's report on the death of Salt and Cayenne.

He had already dispatched the call to arms upon hearing of their demise, but
somehow he knew that it was too late. Scattered pockets had already
encountered the shadow beasts, and Herb knew that his plans to call upon the
people of Mount Phoenix for aid would come too late. A second lieutenant
reported the demise of another pair of sentries in the Xi Feng Wei Pass, on
the other side of the valley, which made it evident that the enemy was going
to box them in. The third aide reported the fall of the Emperor's castle a
moment later, and was quickly followed by a fourth aide, who reported the
fall of the third outpost to the south.

Herb was already calling for a strategic evacuation. He just prayed that
his people would make it to the castle before the enemy did.

Hikawa Jinja

There is a shrine atop a hill. And in that shrine there lived an old man,
his apprentice, and his beautiful granddaughter. The old man was wise, and
filled with the fire of life, the apprentice was warm hearted, like warm
coals, but the granddaughter.the granddaughter was the heart of the fire.
Passionate and consuming, she was her grandfather's greatest joy.

When she had been unnerved by a vision, the grandfather took up her duties
tending the great flame. He had not done so in years, and had forgotten the
simple joy that could be found in quiet moments such as these. Yet, like
the dried grass of autumn, such moments are consumed by the fires of change.

Rei's Grandfather watched mesmerized as the Sacred Fire flared for the third
time. The noise in the shrine was deafening, as the cries of the dying fed
the flames. Warriors battled shadowy demons, paying the ultimate price for
the sake of the people fleeing into a mighty castle. He knew that the
palace would fall, but for the short time that remained to the people it was
their bastion of hope. The evil that committed the slaughter could not be
identified, nor did he know who the man in the mismatched clothing was. Rei
's grandfather did know that this was only the beginning of the death toll.

He heard a gasp behind him, and a tray clattered to the floor. Heavy
ceramic teacups bounced noisily across the floor, stubbornly refusing to
break; and the heavy kettle spilled its bounty in a wide arc before the
raven haired girl. The pattern of the liquid was oddly shaped to the old
man's eyes; it cut a deep crescent where the kettle had rolled away from

"Grandpa.." Rei's voice was choked, as she pointed to the flames. They had
grown to the size of a tall man, and in fact had taken on the form of the
man from the battle; a man that had come to this fire before. ".grandpa it'
s him!"

"Tell her that I am coming for her." The voice was hollow and cruel as it
echoed off of the shrine's walls. The flames made the man's visage demonic,
an effect that was made all the more evil by the sudden, casual murder of a
young boy that had run across the man's path. "Tell her Mars! There is no
hope of escape!"

Rei gasped and tried to back out of the room as the fires grew large, the
sound of someone chanting in the background was barely noted. All that she
could see was the giant before her, as he tossed the body aside. Ahbrim Ur'
s flaming form towered over her, dominated her, and made her feel terribly

What could she do?

The chanting increased, and the fire began to recede. Ur's terrible smile
faded with it, leaving Rei and her grandfather panting. The Sacred Fire
was nothing more than calm embers, casting an angry glow throughout the

", Rei-chan?"

The young woman nodded her head, afraid of what she might do if forced to

"Good." Her Grandfather scooted over to where she sat, and cupped her
cheeks in his wizened old hands. "Now then, I think you have a message to

Rei looked up at her grandfather blankly, then with a deep dread, understood
what he was saying. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Grandpa Hino patted the girl's hand and smiled. "I think you do. Besides,
who else in this shrine has the temper of a war god?" He chuckled softly as
he stood, stretching his back. "You go make your call while I wake
Yurichiro. We need to cleanse the basin and shrine tonight, no to mention
prepare for guests."

The old man wobbled out of the shrine, leaving his granddaughter to blink at
his retreating form. He paused before leaving the shrine and looked over
his shoulder at his granddaughter. "Could you ask them to come in those
nifty fuku that you all wear?"

Rei turned white.

"There's nothing more inspiring to a man, than a woman's legs." Grandpa
Hino sighed wistfully and slipped out into the night, leaving Rei blinking
in his wake. She was too shocked to wonder at how he had known about her,
but that wasn't the only thing bothering her.

"HEY! What do you mean 'temper'!"


Yuriko had expected many things from Ranma. Nodoka had talked about him
enough that Dr. Mizuno felt that she already knew the boy. Her old friend
had bragged about his skill in "The Art", and Yuriko had simply written
No-chan's descriptions off as a proud mother, dressing up the truth. Now
that she stood before Ranma, watching him work his magic, she realized that
Nodoka had been holding back.

Ranma was moving across the dojo furiously, and the evidence of his violent
passing was littered about the dojo floor. His wrath was awesome to behold,
but it was nothing compared to what he did when he slowed to work the worn,
oak Wing Chun dummy. She could see the terrible pain that ate at his soul,
and every strike was delivered with a precision that under the right
conditions could easily crush the dummy.


Yuriko's mind boggled as Ranma's hands and legs blurred. His face remained
poised above a cloud of after images that her mind could only begin to
register. The only other way that she knew him to be moving at all, were
the sharp staccato beats of his fists and feet striking the wood.
How was he moving so fast? It seemed humanly impossible to the doctor, but
the evidence was unfolding right before her eyes. A loud crack sounded, and
the Wing Chun dummy was brutally splintered; pieces shot out in every
direction, one even coming as close as three feet away from Yuriko on the

"Ranma." Nodoka's gentle yet disapproving voice somehow cut through the
noise of the dummy's demise.

The dark haired boy paused and looked up at his mother, then at her guest.
A look passed between the two, and Yuriko knew from experience that she had
missed out on an entire conversation. Her suspicions were confirmed when
Ranma ducked his head. "Sorry Mom."

Nodoka seemed satisfied and let the matter drop.

"Ranma I have someone that I would like you to meet."

Ranma stretched his neck from left to right, and then took his first good
look at his mother's friend. Nodoka was a beautiful woman. Ranma had
always known that. She was naturally graced with attractive features and
classical mannerisms that made her elegant.

Her friend however, had what most men would consider a dancer's sensuality.
Ranma was reminded of Shampoo in the way that the woman was built, but she
lacked Shampoo's grace and economy. Still, by her long legs and loose
clothing, Ranma could see what most men drooled over. The not so traditional
"A-cut", where her hair was cropped close at the back and long, tapered
bangs at the front made her wild and fresh.

Ranma revised his opinion. She wasn't like Shampoo, so much as she reminded
Ranma of Nabiki. She had the same mischievous smile, and sly glint to her
eye, but there was a fully developed gentility to her that Nabiki was only
now discovering. Ranma bowed to Yuriko, and tried not to think about the
home he had just left behind.

Yuriko watched Ranma's reaction carefully, but didn't see any of the normal
teenaged hormones that she had grown used to. In some ways it was
disappointing to her. When Ranma bowed, she took her cue and immediately
stepped forward. She grabbed his hand in a western style handshake, and
began shaking his hand vigorously.

"Yuriko Mizuno, Ranma-kun. I used to work with your mother at the
orphanage." Nodoka seemed to relax as Ranma shook Yuriko's hand. She was
surprised when Ranma looked at her in surprise.

Ranma felt yet another emotional blow, as he learned what she did with her
life, and he felt terribly guilty about his ignorance. He didn't even know
the woman that had birthed him...another notch on his belt. Yuriko smiled
at Nodoka over Ranma's shoulder and gave her friend a thumbs up. Had the
woman been more attentive, she might have seen that mountain of guilt weigh
heavier on Ranma's shoulders. He couldn't bring himself to embarrass his
mother in front of her friend, so the pain and the self-recrimination was
locked away, then buried for good measure.

"Pleasure to meet ya Mizuno-san." His voice was reserved when he returned
his attention to Yuriko, but his smile was genuine.

Polite. Reserved. Handsome smile. Delicious body.Ahem! Broken speech

Yuriko began tallying all the data, and quickly came to a conclusion. Ranma
+ Ami = A perfect resolution to a repressed daughter who was too afraid of
boys to get out and enjoy life. There were more tests to be run before she
would know for sure whether Ranma was right for her baby girl, but the
initial data was promising. Yes, those two birds were really in for it

Dr. Mizuno, contrary to popular belief did want grandchildren one day. And
if Ranma could break through Ami's shyness.well, all the better! Ranma was
amazingly healthy from what she could see, and having No-chan as her
daughter's mother-in-law was a wonderful idea.

Now, how to do it without scaring the boy off? Subtlety was the key. She
had to do it with style. Ranma was new to the area, how about Ami as a
guide? And if that didn't work, she could always introduce the idea of a
tutor to Nodoka; from what she had gathered, Ranma hadn't had much in the
way of a formal education. Ami would of course have to work one on one with
this handsome young man, which would inevitably cure the boy of his grief.

Yuriko seemed to daze off for some time, dreaming about little Ranma's and
Ami's running around her office, playing with stethoscopes and tongue

Nodoka and Ranma watched the woman chew on her lip and smile, and were
unnerved by the feverish gleam in her eye. The fact that she was still
shaking Ranma's hand and giggling only worsened the effect.


End Part Two