Subject: [FF] Ranma - Fall of the Eagle Part 8
From: Stoner
Date: 10/6/1996, 10:25 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

(Finished version, C&C welcome and desired, but no need for spellchecking)

Ranma - Fall of the Eagle 8
by James Stone
stoner@elycion.geology.ualberta.ca
(c) 1996 Stone Age Productions  All Rights Reserved
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Kitty Field

	Crying bitterly, Shampoo ran through the dusty streets of the British 
airfield.  She was betrayed, hurt, confused.  Her lover was her enemy?  How 
could that be?  There was only one person she could turn to now.  Rounding 
the corner, she stumbled blindly, and crashed headlong into...

	"Sh...Shampoo?"  Mousse's voice broke as the slight figure careened 
into him, knocking him back two steps.  "Where have you been?  I've been 
looking all over for you.  I thought maybe after supper you and I could--"

	Mousse's ramblings were cut off short as Shampoo looked up at him.  
His breath caught in his throat.  This look....  Only once before had Mousse 
ever seen Shampoo cry, the night after their first battle in Stalingrad.  She 
had looked the same then as she did now, tears leaving glistening tracks in 
the dark dust covering her face.  It had been then that Mousse had first 
gathered up the courage to really talk to the girl, seeing her so open, 
seemingly so vulnerable.  Now, seeing her once again like this, Mousse lost 
what little control he had, and swept the girl into his grasp.  "Oh, 
Shampoo!!  Whatever is wrong with you?  Tell me, please, so I can UNNGH."   
The man doubled over as Shampoo's fist pumped into his face, hard, knocking 
his glasses flying.

	"Leave Shampoo alone!!" she cried.  "I no have time for you!!"  With 
that, Shampoo ran off again, leaving Mousse croaking feebly in her dust.

	"Sh...Shampoo..." he croaked, and fell face-first into the dirt.

	Shampoo continued her flight, winding her way through the maze of 
narrow streets, bowling through the crowds as shifts ended and soldiers of 
all types made their way back to their barracks.  Finally, she came to the 
headquarters building, and the office of the Soviet Liaison.

	"Great-grandmother!!" the girl bawled, bursting into the room and 
collapsing on Cologne's desk.  "I...I no know what to do!!"  She buried
her head in her arms, and begin sobbing deeply, unmindful of the two British 
officers standing at the desk beside her.

	Cologne and the officers looked at the sobbing Shampoo in shock.  
Cologne recovered first.  Looking worriedly at her charge, the woman raised 
an eyebrow at the others.  Taking the hint, the two men straightened, 
saluted, and walked quickly out of the office, chuckling under their breaths 
at the Russian girl.

	Shampoo didn't pay any attention to the actions of Cologne or the 
officers.  Her heart was broken.  She was betrayed, betrayed by the man she 
loved, whom had saved her life.  How could he do such a thing?  How could he 
be the hero who had saved her from certain death at the hands of the German 
attack one minute, and the wench who had slighted and embarassed her the 
next?  It didn't make any sense.  How could she want to kill the man she 
wanted to marry?  Or how could she want to marry the girl she had sworn to 
kill?

	A touch on her shoulder caused her to lift her head, and stare 
tearfully into the eyes above.  This was the only person whom she could turn 
to, her commanding officer, the great-grandmother she had never had.  Those 
eyes, which could be so cold to an enemy, now warm and understanding.

	"Shampoo, how could you interrupt me like that?"  The tone was only 
mildly reproving, Cologne understood that Shampoo would never appear so...
dramatically, unless in serious trouble.  "What on earth has happened to 
you?"

	Slowly, hesitantly, Shampoo began her story.  She started from the 
beginning, when the girl leaving the truck had crushed her.  Cologne merely 
nodded at this.  She had been there after all, and while she felt that 
Shampoo was sometimes a little hasty in swearing vengance, she could 
understand the girl's feelings.  At the mention of the American, the old
woman smiled.  A man was something Shampoo needed, someone that could calm 
Shampoo down somewhat, to direct her energy elsewhere.  And if the American 
was all that Shampoo claimed he was...Cologne made a mental note to track 
this man down and observe him.  Then Shampoo got to the climax of the story.

	"What?!"  Cologne leaned forwards sharply in her chair.  "What did 
you say happened to him?"

	Shampoo sniffled, she could hardly blame great-grandmother for not 
believing her.  But she repeated the line anyways.  "He..he change into a 
woman."  She sniffled again, fresh tears welling up into her eyes.  "And now 
I no know what to do!!!"

	Barely noticing the wailing girl now, Cologne leaned back into her 
chair in surprise.  So, she mused.  Once again my past returns to me.  How 
surprising that it should be here of all places.  Cologne returned to the 
present, and looked down at Shampoo.  And to her life, the old lady added.

	"Shampoo, listen to me."  The girl looked up.  "This...is a very 
interesting problem."

	Shampoo blinked.  "You mean...you mean you believe story?"

	Cologne nodded.  "Of course, child.  I know you would never lie to 
me, so I'd believe you anyways."  Shampoo blinked in surprise, wondering at 
the final word.  "But, as fate would have it, I have experience with the 
young man's curse."

	"You mean he really is man?" Shampoo wondered.

	The old woman nodded her head.  "Yes, he is.  The story is this:  
many, many hundreds of years ago, in the remote mountains of Bayankala, a 
group of mysterious warriors, known as the Phoenix People, happened upon a 
large source of magical power, which they named Chyuuchyuanshian.  It was a 
clearing, filled with many pools of water."

	"The Phoenix people quickly discovered the nature of the pools:  when 
an animal or person drowned in the pool, whoever fell in the pool afterwards 
would be cursed with the body of whatever drowned there."

	"Shortly after they discovered this, the Phoenix People disappeared.  
Noone knows where they went, although it is believed they all cursed 
themselves with the body of the Phoenix, and flew off to find the source of 
Chyuuchuanshian."

	Cologne sighed.  "But that is all history to me."  She looked at 
Shampoo.  "Many have wondered about my ancestry, have they not?"

	Shampoo's eyes widened, and she nodded dumbly.  Cologne watched the 
nod, and answered with one of her own.  "Yes, I will tell you know."  She 
paused to take a puff of her long pipe.  "I am from China, from a village 
nearby to Chyuuchuanshian.  It was, and still is, a village of strong 
warrior-women."  She paused to smile at Shampoo.  "In fact, you are descended 
from the village...our blood is strong in your veins."

	Shampoo touched her own face hesitantly.  "What you mean?  Mother..?"

	Cologne nodded.  "Yes, in fact.  Your mother came with me when I last 
left the village, many years ago.  She eventually settled down with a man, 
your father, and raised you. Mousse's father comes from a nearby village in 
China, as well.  But, that doesn't explain the young man."

	"When I was young, a rogue passed through our village.  He was a 
fiend, stealing our food, and making lewd suggestions to all the women in the 
village.  He was also, however, a powerful warrior, and regardless of how 
much we tried, we could not defeat him."

	"At last, my friends Rinse and Gel hit upon a desperate plan.  We 
knew of Chyuuchyuanshian, of course.  Our parents had warned us often as 
children never to go near there. But this was a desperate situation, we had 
nothing else to lose."

	"Surprisingly, our deception worked.  In the late of night, I lured 
the fiend to the springs, agreeing to his advances.  Of course I was only 
pretending...I didn't know then if what he suggested was even possible 
without limbs becoming disjointed."

	Seeing the confused look on Shampoo's face, Cologne quickly hurried 
on.  "So I lured him to the springs, where Gel and Rinse had covered one of 
the ponds with brushes and twigs.  I lured him to the pond, where it was 
planned to push him in.  It all worked perfectly."

	Cologne scowled.  "Except that he WAS a true warrior.  Although we 
thought we had duped him, he obviously had divined our plan.  When Rinse and 
Gel charged out at him, and I stuck my foot out, he leapt away, vanishing 
into the bushes, leaving nothing behind except the echos of his laughter.  
One good thing did come of it, however...he left the village for many many 
years."

	"But as for us...when he lept away, I tripped, and fell to the ground 
beside the pool.  Rince was lucky, and she fell on top of me.  But Gel..."

	"What happen to Gel?" whispered Shampoo, leaning forwards.

	"She...fell through the branches, and disappeared into the pool.  
With a yell and a splash, she vanished under the water, leaving nothing but 
bubbles behind."

	"In a panic, Rinse lunged towards the pool, intending to pull Gel 
out.  Fortunately, I was able to grab her before she could do such a rash 
act.  Neither of us knew exactly what to expect...while we knew the springs 
were cursed, we didn't know exactly HOW they were cursed.  Then...
IT appeared."

	"What appear?" Shampoo asked, voice tense.

	Cologne sighed heavily, and paused to take a long drag on her pipe.  
She hesitated a long moment, considering her answer carefully.  Finally, she 
spoke.  "A cat."

	Shampoo overbalanced, and fell heavily to the floor.  "Wh..what?  I 
no hear you correctly..."

	Smiling slightly, Cologne nodded.  "Oh, yes you did, child.  I said, 
that a cat came out of the spring.  Yes...a small one, with large ears, and 
light-brown fur..the same shade as Gel's hair.  Looking at it...somehow I 
knew that it was her."

	Cologne continued on.  "Quickly, we grabbed the cat, and ran back to 
the village.  There, we took Gel to one of the old women in the town, and 
explained ourselves.  She was angry at us for going to the Chyuuchyuanshian, 
but she had seen the lech in the village, and understood.  But she told us 
that there was no cure for her curse.  No permanent cure, in any case."

	"Then she did something we didn't understand.  She ordered us to heat 
a pot of water to just below boiling.  We did so, and brought it back to her.  
Then, without a word, she took the water, and poured it on the cat.  When the 
steam cleared away, Gel was kneeling in front of us!"

	"We were so relieved, we didn't really understand what had happened, 
so the old woman explained it to us.  For the rest of her life, whenever she 
was hit with cold water, Gel would turn into the cat.  When the cat was hit 
with warm water, Gel would return to her human form."

	Leaning back in her chair, Cologne smiled grimly.  "Terrible as it 
was, we three thought it was a small price to pay for ridding the village of 
such a fiend."  Taking another pull on her pipe, she turned to Shampoo.  "So, 
child, now do you understand what has become of your American?"

	Shampoo nodded.  "Yes, great-grandmother, I understand."  A frown 
wrinkled her forehead.  "But I no understand how he get curse if springs in 
China."

	Cologne shrugged her shoulders.  "The Americans have been in China 
for some time now, Shampoo, fighting the Japanese.  This American is one of 
their Special Operatives,is he not?  No doubt he gained his experience 
there."

	Nodding, Shampoo stood up.  "I...have one more question." she began.

	Cologne nodded, as if expecting it.  "Yes, child, what is it?"

	Shampoo hesitated for a moment.  "Which...which feelings take 
precedence?  Feelings to kill, or feelings of love?"

	Rocking back in her chair, Cologne laughed.  "I think, child, that in 
this case, your love for him is stronger than your grudge.  Or else why were 
you so hurt by the knowledge of the curse?"

	Shampoo thought it over for a second, then nodded, a smile slowly 
spreading across her face.  "Yes!" she said.  "I see!  I love Ranma!"  
Suddenly the smile disappeared from her face, replaced with a worried look.  
"Oh no!  I no have much time!  Ranma go back to field soon!"   Determination 
on her face, Shampoo spun out of the room, and ran off, rubbing the tear-
streaks from her face as she went.

	Watching her charge leave, Cologne chuckled quietly to herself.  Yes, 
she thought, this American will definitly be good for Shampoo.  Now to make 
sure that he knows it.  Hopping to the door of the office on her staff, she 
called to the Corporal sitting there, "Bring me any files on the American 
Special Forces team on base!"

Kitty Field, the next morning

	What a way to start the day, Ranma grumbled to himself as he and 
Akane climbed the steps to the British headquarters.  He had been looking 
forwards to another relaxing day mostly off-duty, while he and his troops 
rested from their rescue mission.  So he'd been enjoying a nice, large, 
leisurely breakfast, when the British Captain walked up to him, and told him 
that Brigadier Shiratori wanted to see him, at 0800 on the dot.  And, the 
Captain had added casually, if he could find that Resistance leader, 
Shiratori was very interested in meeting him as well.

	Another day of lesiure shot to hell.  Glancing over at the tomboy, 
Ranma scowled to himself.  Why did she have to be so damned grouchy about 
this?  It wasn't like it was his fault that Brigadier Shiratori wanted to 
meet her.

	For her part, Akane was in just as foul a mood, liberally shot 
through with the same fear she'd felt since arriving on the base.  Meeting a 
Brigadier?  What was she supposed to do?  She'd been on her own for three 
years now, in command for over a year of it.  The Resistance had nothing 
like this rank structure...everyone did their part based on their abilities.
This base was turning out to be as hostile as France, although everyone 
tried to make her feel at ease.

	Except one person.  Akane glared briefly at the American.  He knew 
she felt trapped here, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying her 
discomforture.  Maybe that was why he had come to get her personally this 
morning, so he could watch her fidget in front of the Brigadier in her grungy 
fatigues.  Turning her eyes back to the building, she straightened herself 
up.  No way she'd give him that satisfaction!

	Glowering companionably, the pair entered the lobby of the 
headquarters.  "This way," Ranma gestured, leading the Resistance leader down 
a narrow hallway.  "When I was assigned here, I had a briefing with a...uh...
Commander Sanzenin, I think."  When the girl failed to respond, Ranma sighed, 
and sulked briefly, before the hallway opened out into another small lobby.

	"Lieutenant Saotome, reporting to see Brigadier Shiratori," Ranma 
said, standing at attention in front of the desk.  Hurriedly Akane pulled 
herself up to attention beside him.

	At the desk, the Sergeant just stared at him.  Looking fixedly at the 
wall in front of him, Ranma tried again.  "Uhh...American Lieutenant Saotome, 
reporting to see Brigadier Shiratori, Sergeant."  Damned generals aides, he 
thought to himself angrily.  Damn sergeants think they've got so much power, 
they know so much...I'll see him on report!

	The pen the Sergeant was holding clattered to the floor, breaking the 
spell.  Cursing under his breath, the Sergeant quickly bent down to retrieve 
it.  As he did so, Ranma's eyes lowered, and when the Sergeants head lifted 
again, their eyes met.

	The door to the Brigadier's office suddenly blew open, a whirlwind
of memos, briefing papers, and flourescent green crepe paper blowing over the 
sergeant's desk, and, incidentally, Ranma, who was completely frozen.
>From the inside of the office came a squeal.  "Oh, CUUUUTE!  Lieutenant 
Saotome, come in, come in, quickly!  Ooooh, you look so CUUUTE with the paper in your 
hair like that!  Here!  Here!  Let little Azusa decorate you more!!"  With 
that, a tiny hand reached out of the office, and pulled the stiff American 
through the door.  Confusedly, against her better judgement, Akane followed 
after him, the door slamming shut behind her as soon as she had stepped 
inside.

	Whatever Akane had expected of a Brigadier's office, lace doilies
and stuffed animals were definitely among the last things she would have 
expected, somewhere behind swastikas and portraits of Hitler.  The 
Brigadier herself was even more unlikely.  A tiny little girl, looking 
younger than Akane herself, bounced around the room, seemingly teleporting 
instantaneously from place to place, grabbing more fluffy and frilly items to 
decorate the American with.

	Stunned and overwhelmed as she was, Akane was clearly more capable of 
handling this briefing, or whatever it was, then Ranma was.  Clearing her 
throat, she began timidly.  "Um...excuse me?"  The Brigadier took no notice, 
now finished with Ranma, and redecorating her bookcase.  "Excuse me?"  Again, 
nothing.  Akane was beginning to get upset.  If someone in her cell 
behaved like this, she'd shoot him herself, and save the Nazi's the 
ammunition.  "HEY!!!  Are you LISTENING to us?!"

	The force of the blast bowled Ranma over, and seemed to shake him out 
of his shock.  More importantly, it attracted the Brigadiers attention.  
Looking at the young Resistance leader, her eyes grew wide and shiny.  
"Oooooooh!!!"  she began, drawing a deep breath.  "You're so CUUUUTE!!"  She 
launched herself full tilt at Akane, who just barely managed to dodge out of 
the way.  Unfazed, the Brigadier began bouncing all around her.  "You must 
be the Resistance leader!  Miss Tendo, right? right?"

	Hesitantly, Akane stammered her consent.  Shiratori stopped bouncing, 
and merely gazed at her, her eyes shimmering.  "Oooooh...how wonderful, that 
the Resistance is so cuuuuute."

	Ranma stood up, looking horrified at all the frilly additions the 
Brigadier had made to his best fatigues.  Picking them off disdainfully, he 
muttered in Akane's direction, "Don't get all swelled up...her sense of cute 
is obviously screwed up."  He dropped a lemon-yellow ribbon on the desk.

	Akane glowered at Ranma, who glared back, sticking his tongue out.  
Ignoring them both, Shiratori spun away from Akane, and suddenly was seated 
behind her desk.  "Please, have a seat," she said, her voice totally level, 
no trace of the little girl present now.

	At least briefly.  She couldn't help herself from a small squeal of 
pleasure as a butterfly landed on the windowsill, and she was unable to 
refrain from tying a small lavender bow on Akane's finger as she seated 
herself.  But then she swivelled her chair to face the American.

	"Mr. Saotome, it seems as if our Russian friends have some interest 
in you."  Ranma straightened up in surprise, a look of fear crossing his 
face.  Azusa peered at him intently.   "You know this already then?"

	"I, uh, well..." he stammered.  "I mean, it wasn't my fault she 
started coming onto me!  I was just protecting her!  I couldn't just let her 
run into that building..."  Seeing the look on the Brigadier's face, he 
trailed off.  "Uh...that's what you mean, isn't it?"

	Shiratori shook her head quickly, wiping a bead of sweat off her 
brow.  "Er, no, but that might explain this.  I take it you're referring to 
Corporal, uh..." she paused to look down at her files.  "Um, yes, Corporal 
Shyanletsova?"

	"Er...yeah.  Yeah, that's her name, I guess.  Everyone just calls her 
Shampoo though."

	Shiratori nodded, and marked that down in the file.  "So, what did 
you do to this Shampoo to have the Soviet's searching for any information 
that anyone can provide about you?"

	Ranma's eyes went wide.  "Nothing!  I swear!  We didn't do anything!  
Not a thing!  We're just friends!  That's it!  There's nothing between us!"  
He stopped, hearing the silence in the room.  The Brigadier was just staring 
at him curiously again, while the look Akane was giving him was murderous.  
With a sniff, she turned her head away angrily.  Who cares? she clearly 
communicated silently.

	"Well, even if you don't care about him, Miss Tendo, the Russians 
certainly are interested in him, in all manners it seems," Brigadier 
Shiratori said dryly.  Akane flushed and looked angrily at the general, who 
ignored the glare.  "In any case, I thought I'd let you know about it, in 
case it will cause you any problems?"

	Ranma shook his head, flushing slightly.  Shiratori nodded, still 
looking directly at him.  "We are, of course, cooperating with them in this 
search, since we are allies, and it's not surprising they'd want information 
about the American's best Special Ops officer."  Ranma nodded stiffly again.  
"And it's no problem that we can't give them any information from your last 
month in China, nor your time in the United States before being transferred 
here?"

	His face reddinging further, Ranma sat up straight.  "Ma'am, that 
information is classified at the highest level, only available on a need-to-
know basis.  If you want that information, you have to talk to Captain 
Saotome, at Meade Air Force Base in the United States."

	The Brigadier merely smiled.  "Yes, I know that already, Mr.Saotome.  
Since it seemingly doesn't impinge on your effectiveness as a Special Ops
leader, we have no need to know what happened in that period.  We'll tell 
the Russians the same."  Ranma nodded stiffly.  "Very well, that's all, 
you're dismissed."

	Akane blinked.  "Dismissed?  Excuse me, ma'am?"  The Resistance 
leader leaned forwards.   "Why did you call me here as well?"

	The Brigadier smiled sunnily, the hardness gone from her eyes.  
"Ohhhhh, riiiight!!  Little Azusa is _so_ forgetful!  I just wanted to meet 
and thank you myself, since you've done us such a great service!!"  The 
Brigadier hopped on the desk, and whispered in Akane's ear.  "And I wanted to 
let you know personally that your sisters are doing just fine!"  With that, 
she hopped back onto her chair, and started jumping up and down.  "Okay!  
That's all!  Bye-bye, you're dismissed."  Hurriedly, the two stood, saluted, 
and retreated before the strange Brigadier decided to decorate using them.

	In the lobby, Ranma walked past the sergeant's desk, neither one 
looking up or saying a word.  But as Akane glanced over, wondering why Ranma 
had reacted so strangely, she saw the other American slip a small piece of 
paper into Ranma's hip pocket, and smile secretively....

	As soon as they were outside the building, Akane turned to face 
Ranma.  "Alright, who is he?" she demanded.  Ranma opened his mouth to reply, 
and Akane interrupted.  "And don't tell me some stupid excuse like it was 
just a mistake.  I saw the note he slipped you."  Jamming her hands on her 
hips, she stared at him, waiting.  "Well?"

	Ranma opened his mouth again, hesitating.  When the woman made no 
move to interrupt, he cleared his throat, and continued.  "Hmpf.  Why should 
I tell you?  It's none of your business who..."  Seeing the glare cross 
Akane's face, he quickly backed down, sulkily.  "Alright, fine.  If you 
_must_ know, he's an old friend of mine.  We went through Basic Training 
together."

	Swiftly, the angry look on Akane's faced passed, and was replaced 
with contrition.  "Oh...I'm sorry.  I didn't know."

	Mollified, Ranma relaxed slightly.  "Anyways, lets see what -he 
wants."  He stuttered briefly over the pronoun as he reached around to his 
back pocket to get the note.  Opening the note, he read it aloud.  
"'Leiutenant Saotome', my ass!  I always knew your head was too big...you 
musta hit it against something after you left us!  ^_-  Anyways, I'm off duty 
at 1630 today, why don't you stop by the shacks after that and pick me up?  
If ya want, bring your friend along too."  As he read this, Ranma's face 
reddened slightly.  Clearing his throat again, he finished.  "We'll go raise 
some hell together, just like old times, eh, 'sir'?"  Ranma's eyes widened at 
the end of the note.  "Then it's signed...Ukyou."

	Akane blinked, thinking back to their entrance, remembering the 
nametag on the sergeant's fatigue blouse.  "Ukyou...Kuonji?"  When Ranma 
nodded, she beamed.  "That's great, finding a friend here!"  Her face 
lost some of its cheer.  "I'm, really happy for you, Monseiur American."

	"He, hey!  What's with that face?" Ranma demanded.  "You're not still 
mad at me for waking you up, are you?"

	She shook her head.  "Ah..no.  I, um, have to go.  I should go check 
up on my men, see that they're being properly housed.  I'll see you this 
afternoon then."  Quickly, she turned away, and started to run off.

	"W...wait!  Akane!  You...stupid!  You don't know where, uh, he's 
staying!  Idiot!" he swore as she rounded the corner.  Disconsolately, he 
kicked at the ground.  What had gotten into her anyways?  Oh well, she'd work 
it out, he supposed.  And when she did, he was gonna have an even bigger 
problem....

	Ranma walked slowly off in the direction of his barracks, Ukyou's 
note, complete with a little heart beside his name, stuck back in his pocket.

	Walking by herself, Akane berated herself, but her heart just wasn't 
in it.  She _was_ happy for Ranma, that was the funny part.  He seemed to 
pleased to see his old friend, although, he was certainly acting a bit 
strange.  Maybe he had caught a cold, it wouldn't be all that uncommon for 
England.  But he had been pleased, that had been easy to pick up.  And his 
being happy made her happy.  She didn't know why yet, but she was starting to 
suspect.

	But when she had said that he had found an old friend, she had 
realized just how alone she was.  She wasn't going to run into any old 
friends here, she'd never really had any.  Just classmates, and she had left 
school early.  She had sisters, and the Brigadier's message cheered her up
a little bit, but then, how did she know?  She shrugged to herself.  Except 
for her men, and the American, she was alone on what was now foreign soil.

	Well, she thought to herself, after tonight, I'll probably know more.  
But she was reluctant to meet Ranma's friend.  Probably, she thought, they'd 
get so involved on catching up that he'd forget all about her.  Best not to 
be there.  Besides, she thought to herself, I don't even know where to go.

	That thought brought her to a halt.  Speaking of knowing where to go, 
where was she?  Quickly she looked around, and felt an surge of relief when 
she spied the base hospital.  That would have been even worse...not only 
lonely, but lost on a foriegn base.  But when she had been out with the 
American yesterday, she had learned enough of the base to find her way to 
where she needed to go...and the hospital was as good a place to start as 
any.

	Walking into the building, the first face she saw was a friendly one.  
Looking up as she heard footsteps, Akari smiled widely.  "Oh!  Mis...er, I 
mean, Akane!  Good morning!  You're here to see your comrade, I imagine?"  At 
the Resistance leader's response, Akari nodded, the smile fading from her 
face.  "Yes...well, alright.  But only briefly."  She looked grave.  "I'm 
afraid he reacted badly during surgery last night...he had an allergic 
reaction to some of the anesthetics we used."  Seeing the look on Akane's 
face, Akari forced a more positive tone into her voice.  "But don't worry!  
He's stabilized now!  We've moved him, however, and placed him under the head 
nurse's care."

	Akane nodded curtly, forcing her personal concern underneath her 
professional mask.  "That's good...I need him as fast as possible.  Where is 
he?"

	Akari nodded understandingly.  "This way, please."  Picking up a 
chart, the nurse led Akane past the minimal-care ward, through a curtain, and 
into the intensive-care ward.  Placing herself between the woman and the bed, 
Akari spoke firmly.  "I'm afraid I can't let you stay very long, or wake the 
patient, Miss Tendo.  Nor can you touch him.  But he's recovering nicely, so 
I'll let you see for yourself."

	Akane nodded, letting her relief break through her mask.  "Thank you, 
Nurse Unryuu.  May I see my man now?"  Akari nodded, and stepped aside to let 
the leader step forwards.

	It was hard to see anything good there...the man lying on the bed was 
far thinner than he had been the night before, his skin pale, and almost 
hidden under ugly red blotches.  A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, and 
his sheets were soaked with more.  Stiffening slightly, Akane forced herself 
to look away, at the nurse.

	Nodding, Akari answered her unspoken question.  "Yes, I know how bad 
he looks.  But, really, he's doing just fine.  The weight loss is from 
dehydration, from fever and vomiting.  But," and she gestured to the IV line 
disappearing under the sheets, "we're working to restore that loss now.  And 
his fever just broke two hours ago, and his temperature is stable."  She
smiled.  "Nurse Tendo is very good with cases like his."

	Her eyes widening, and her legs going weak, Akane missed the end of 
Akari's statement.  "Ex...excuse me?  Nurse...who?"

	Akari blinked slightly in confusion.  "Nurse Tendo....ooooooh!!"  The 
girls eyes widened in surprise.  "Akane...Tendo?  Bu...but you're from 
France!  You can't possibly...can you?"

	Akane grabbed Akari's shoulders excitedly.  "Is she here?  Today?  
Now?!"  Overwhelmed, Akari just nodded numbly.  "Where is she?  I have to 
talk to her!  Please tell me-"

	"Akane?"  The soft whisper cut her off.  "Akane...?  Is...it that 
you?"  Akane slowly turned her head, looking at the tall, long-haired 
brunette, the woman whom she hadn't seen for three years.  "Oh!  Oh my 
goodness....Akane!!"  Tearfully the head nurse dropped her charts untidily on 
the floor and ran into the arms of her sister, who was tearing around the bed 
of her comrade to the reunion.  Akari and the other nurses stood around, 
tears glimmering in Akari's eyes, confusion the only thing present in the 
others.  First a man, and now this strangely dressed young lady?  What was 
wrong with their leader?

	"Oh, oh Akane, we were so worried about you!  Why did you do such a 
thing?  Where were you?"  Catching herself, and wiping her eyes hurriedly, 
Kasumi shook her head at her little sister.  "No, wait.  Go wait outside.  
I'll be right there."  Hurriedly she backed away and collected her charts...
"Oh..oh my...Akari?  Could you please cover for me?  I..." she guestured to 
Akane.  "I have to get caught up on something."  Akari only nodded, her own 
tears streaming freely as she moved to take the clipboards.  "Akane...why are 
you still standing here?  Hurry, shoo!"  She pushed her sister gently towards 
the curtains, both women laughing and crying simultaneously.  "I can't just 
run off like this!  But I'll be right out, I promise!"  Akane nodded, and 
quickly left the room, while Kasumi swiftly reassigned her willing, if 
confused subordinates to cover for her absence, rearranged the schedule to 
make up for it later, and ran out to the street, to another, slightly less 
emotional reunion.

	Hugging Kasumi tightly, Akane began.  "Kasumi, what are you doing 
here?  I thought you were at working in London?"

	Laughing, Kasumi wiped the last tears from her eyes.  "You're asking 
me why _I'm_ not where I'm supposed to be?  After you ran away from home?"  
When Akane stiffened, and pulled away from her, Kasumi shook her head firmly, 
and hugged her tightly again.  "No, no!  It's okay, it is.  We..." and she 
faltered.  "We all understand now."  Her voice was subdued.

	Concerned, Akane looked up at her sister.  "Dad?"  When Kasumi shook 
her head, she drew in her breath.  "No, not..?"

	Smiling gently, Kasumi took Akane's hand.  "Come...we'll get 
something to eat, and I'll tell you."  When Akane opened her mouth, Kasumi 
placed her finger over her lips.  "Not another word till we get there.  Now 
come."

	Leading the way, Kasumi took her sister to the Base Store, which also 
served as a small coffeeshop.  Getting a coffee for each of them, she sat 
down at the table, and smiled at her sister, waiting for the first question.

	"Nabiki?"

	Closing her eyes, her smile fading somewhat, the elder sister nodded.  
"Yes...you know how adamant she was against your leaving."  When Akane 
nodded, Kasumi continued.  "As soon as we discovered that you had run away, 
she made her mind up that you couldn't take care of yourself, and went off 
after you.  Not to change your mind, we knew that wasn't possible by that 
point, but to keep an eye on you."

	Kasumi sighed.  "Then we lost track of her.  Father had ensured that 
she got into the Armed Forces...he still has many friends there.  It was only 
later that we discovered that you hadn't run off to the Army like you had 
threatened to after all.  But by then..."  She shrugged.  "Nabiki was just as 
strong-willed as you are, Akane.  She agreed with you, you know."

	Akane blinked in surprise, bringing Kasumi's smile back.  "Of 
course...you don't think she could ever really oppose you, do you?  But she's 
not as...active as you are.  She knew you had to be there, and...I think, so 
did she."

	Akane leaned forwards, cutting her sister off.  "Kasumi...is 
Nabiki...?"

	Licking her lips, Kasumi shook her head, tears welling up again.  
"I...I don't know, Akane.  It's been so long...."  The two women reached 
across the table, and wept briefly on the others shoulders.

	Kasumi broke the embrace first, pulling back, and wiping her eyes 
with her napkin.  "But...you're here.  And you were certainly in more danger 
than she could be.  She...she _must_ be alive."

	Akane nodded firmly.  "She...she _must_ be!  She's too sneaky to get 
killed!"  This broke Kasumi up into infectious giggles, and the girls lost 
another several minutes composing themselves.

	"Oh, Akane...I'm so glad you're back.  It's been hard, not knowing.  
This is just such a huge relief...I don't know what to say."

	Akane shook her head.  "I..I know it, trust me.  I've only been here 
for a day, but, it's all been so strange...it's.s.."  She laughed nervously.  
"It's worse than where I've been."

	Kasumi looked at Akane searchingly.  "Can you tell me now?  Where 
you've been?"

	Shaking her head regretfully, Akane answered, "Non, madamemoiselle."   
Kasumi's eyes widened in surprise and fear for her sister, then cleared.

	"At least you're here now.  When...when are you gone?"

	"I don't know."  She shook her head.  "I shouldn't be here at all...
there was some trouble.  We just got...I mean, we just made it back."

	Kasumi nodded.  "Alright, I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry.  I know better, 
it's just...I'm so glad to see you again!"

	Nodding, Akane changed the topic.  "Kasumi, how's Dad?"

	Her sister smiled.  "He's well!  He took...your and Nabiki's leaving 
very hard, but, he managed, I think."  Her smile widened slightly.  "I think 
reminding him of his story about how he and his old American friend made it 
to France last time helped him some."  Later, Akane swore her sister couldn't 
have giggled, although her shoulders certainly trembled suspiciously.  "After 
that, he was all set to sign up again, and do it over."

	Sitting forwards, Akane's eyes widened.  "He didn't!"

	Kasumi smiled, and nods.  "Yes, but, don't worry.  This time, he 
didn't pass the physical examination.  Unfortunately, his feet flattened over 
the years...enough to disqualify him.  However, because of his knowledge, the 
SAS hired him on as a special consultant, so he feels like he's doing his 
part."

	Akane smiled, and nodded.  "And what about you?  When did you get 
transferred?"  The response was unexpected...her sister went pale, and her 
hands clutched convulsively at the table.  "Kasumi?  Are you alright?  I'm 
sorry...it's alright, you don't have to say."

	Her sister shook her head.  "N...no, it's alright.  It...it was a 
long time ago."  She paused a moment to compose herself.  "The hospital where 
I was working when you left was bombed two weeks later.  It's gone."

	Akane's eyes widened in horror.  "On, Kasumi...were you...?"

	Kasumi smiled, a bitter smile unlike any her sister had ever seen 
Kasumi wear before.  "Of course I was...we were one of the last targets.  
Everyone was there...it was September, when the Nazis were bombing the 
civilians.  We were full up...they waited.  It was _deliberate_.  They bombed 
a hospital."

	She shook her head.  "It was the only time they ever did that...at 
least that I know of.  A special squadron.  I thought they were gone, but 
then they attacked us again, just last week.  At least this time they spared 
the wounded."

	She paused a moment to compose herself again.  "But after I...I left 
the hospital, the first thing I did was volunteer for the Army Medical Corps, 
and they let me in, with no trouble.  And just this year I was made head 
nurse of the hospital."

	Akane nodded slowly..."That's great, Kasumi.  After all
that...you're doing alright."

	Kasumi smiled at her sister, reaching over to squeeze her hand.  "We 
all are, Akane, even Nabiki.  I'm sure of it."  Squeezing her hand, Akane 
nodded.  "Now...where do you have to go next?  I'll take you there."

	Her feelings bouyed, Akane was only mildly surprised when she heard 
herself saying, "Um, could you take me to the Base Security Barracks?  I've 
got a friend to meet there later today...."
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Wow, ain't it amazing what happens when your main distraction is taken away?  
Like I said, here's part 8, and part 9 is already 1/3 done, so, it'll be done 
quick too.  Really, I promise.  ^_^


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