I come back to you with hat in hand after getting
my *butt* kicked over the last version of this
chapter.  I humbly submit this rewrite in the hope
that it restores your faith.  It's a major change,
and also features a redirection of the entire
storyline.

This is, as with the previous stories, based 
heavily on events and situations from the preceeding 
ones, which are available on my Web Site:

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/9295

As always, C&C is anticipated, accepted, and appreciated.
All original Ranma1/2 Characters and Backstory Copyright
Rumiko Takahashi, and are used without permission.

Please Enjoy!
Coutuva.


Hell Hath No Fury - Part 4 of 4 Revised
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	Having slipped out to buy herself a coffee, Hitomi
quietly opened the door to Kikyo's room, not wanting to awaken
her.  Carefully making her way back to her chair, she just managed
to get seated when Kikyo spoke, startling her out of her wits.
	"Anata...?"  she asked croakingly, her voice dry from the
sedative.
	"Ay... Kiko-chan!  You scared me - !"  Hitomi gasped,
holding her pounding chest.
	"Gomen... Hitomi-chan... I have to tell you something..."
Kikyo implored, motioning weakly for Hitomi to come close.
	"Hai...? the redhead responded, standing up and taking
Kikyo's waving hand.
	"I know what's been happening... to you." she began, trying
to smile.
	"Ano... you do?  Are you sure?"  Hitomi gasped in surprise,
not expecting this information at all.
	"Hai... Anita.  She's trying to ruin you... to make herself
look good.  She's behind everything... I'm sure of it."  Kikyo
explained, her voice slowly returning.
	"Chikusho..." was all the stunned redhead could manage in
response.
	"I'm sorry, Anata... I thought she'd give up if I... " Kikyo
continued, but stopped when she  suddenly felt her hand tingle, then
fall to the bed.
	Turning her head to see what happened, she noticed that aside
from herself, the room was completely empty... and the door was just
drifting shut.
	"Anata...?  Are you here?" she asked again, not wanting to
believe what her worst fears were telling her.  Frighteningly, she
was greeted only by the echo of her own voice off the stark concrete
walls.  "Oh my god..."  she breathed, her eyes growing wide.


	After a stop at the Center to get the address, Hitomi headed
straight for Anita's residence, determined to 'convince' her to
leave them alone.  She wasn't expecting the cadre of security guards
around the gates however, so she told the cabbie to drive by, and
drop her on the street a short distance away.
	Walking up to the gate house, she put on her best innocent
smile and rapped on the glass.
	The guard within looked at her over lowered glasses, then
she saw him pick up a phone and say something before he came to the
window.
	"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I can't admit you.  I have strict
orders."  he stated, curtly.
	"Are you sure?  I've never been here before."  Hitomi
replied, feigning surprise.  As she spoke, she could sense the
other guards coming up behind her, and set herself for the
inevitable.
	"Yes.  Now, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, or
we'll be forced to escourt you from the property." he stated, firmly.
	Hitomi straightened her skirt as she walked away from the
pile of groaning guards, now angrier than ever.  Determinedly, she
strode up to the large, ornate wooden doors of the main house, and
regarded them carefully for a few seconds.  Just on a hunch, she
tried the handle, and much to her surprise, the huge door opened.
	Stepping through the entry, her senses were on full alert,
anticipating another run-in with security.  Sure enough, as she
took a few paces into the foyer, she heard footfalls coming toward
her at a run.  Two men, she noticed, and one of them was a bit
overweight.
	Darting to the side of the foyer, she waited for the men to
enter from the side hall.  As they raced into the room, Hitomi
leapt from her vantage and took them both out, one with a fist and
the other with her foot.  Upon touching down, she huffed at the
unconscious figures and headed up the hall.
	As she continued through the house, she listened intently
for some hint as to Anita's whereabouts.  The only thing she heard
was the dry squeak of old leather from around a corner ahead of
her, and her eyes narrowed as she flattened against the wall.
	She could pick out at least three of them, and she figured
that they'd have their guns drawn and waiting, given what happened
to their predecessors.  A wry smirk spread across her face as she
thought up an idea.
	Around the corner, the guards were becoming nervous, knowing
that she should have been in front of them by now.  Just as they
considered going after her, they heard a very female swoon, followed
by the sound of a body landing on the polished hardwood floor.
	Wondering what had happened, but still a bit wary, the senior
guard motioned the other two to move up and check it out.
	When they peeked around the corner, they saw Hitomi laying
in the middle of the hall, flat on her back with her legs splayed
sideways and skirt riding very high.  As they stood gaping at the
sight, the third moved in behind them, and upon seeing it for
himself, shoved the others ahead of him and walked right up to her.
	Once all three were within her immediate strike zone, her
eyes flew open and she smiled brightly.  "Like what you see,
boys?" she asked suggestively, then swept all three of them down
and shut out the lights for the first two.  The third she set up
in a painful pressure point hold, and glared angrily into his face.
	"Where's Anita?"  she growled, tightening her hold.
	"Th.. Third floor... large room... west wing."  he gasped,
painfully.
	"Really?"  she responded, giving him a good reason not to
lie.
	"Yes, yes!  She really is!"  he yelled, gritting his teeth.
	"Good night."  she responded sweetly, and completed the
hold.
	Arriving outside the aforementioned door, she was again
surprised to discover it was not locked.  In fact, it was actually
ajar.  Cranking her senses up to maximum, she pushed the large
portal open and stepped through it.
	"You do realize you're trespassing, don't you?"  Anita
remarked, turning in her high-backed chair to regard Hitomi
levelly.
	"That's the least of your worries."  Hitomi replied,
advancing toward the huge desk, her eyes flaring.
	"Then I guess you're not here to bow out gracefully."  she
responded, tauntingly.  
	"No, I'm here to tell you to.  Kikyo isn't interested in
you.  In fact, all you've succeeded in doing is putting her in the
hospital!"  she shot back, her eyes narrowing again as her voice
grew angrier.   "I don't even care what you do to me anymore...
none of that matters.  But when you hurt her... or our child...
believe me, I care...!"  she growled, walking up and facing Anita
over the expanse of the desktop.
	"And why should I care what you care?  You can't do 
anything to me... this room is being monitored, and if you so 
much as lay a finger on me, I'll have your tight little ass
in court before you know what hit you!" Anita snarled right back,
eyeing Hitomi arrogantly.  "My 'advice' to you is to just walk 
away... and let the best woman win.  Kikyo-chan will come around;
Once she sees what I really have to offer her."  she added, her
attitude becoming even more smug.
	Hitomi's eyes narrowed.  "So... that's how you want to 
play this, ne?" she responded, evenly.
	"Hai.  Admit it, koneko... you're outclassed.  If you 
leave quietly, I'll let you keep your little Centre.  Fight me,
and I'll destroy everything even remotely connected to you."
Anita stated, leaning back in her chair and regarding the pen
in her hand distantly.  "It's up to you."  she smiled affectedly,
glancing back at the silent Hitomi.
	Hitomi glared across the desk at the woman, her mind
locked in a vicious debate.  Her instincts were screaming at her
to protect Kikyo and their baby, but she knew that anything she
did now would likely make matters far worse.
	A long silence hung in the room until Hitomi abruptly
relaxed her glare and calmed herself.  A smile crossed her face
as she did, and she even chuckled out loud.
	Anita was incensed.  "What the hell do you find so
funny?"  she demanded, leaning forward to glare at the now quite
happy redhead.
	"Baka... It doesn't matter what you do.  Kikyo loves *me*,
and that's never going to change.  I have absolutely nothing to
worry about."  Hitomi smiled, contentedly.  "Knock yourself out.
Ja!"  she winked with a flip of her hand, then turned on her heel
and walked away.
	Anita uttered no response until Hitomi was well on her way
down the hall, but when she did, it sent a chill down the redhead's
back.  The scream of anger and anguish that echoed down the
wide passage gave her the sinking feeling that their problems had
just begun.


	Kikyo stared at the clock mounted in the wall across from
her, counting the minutes since Hitomi had left.  She was scared
to death that her girlfriend would kill Anita, and she wouldn't
even let herself think about what that could mean.
	Another minute passed, making a total of 124.
	She felt the change of number as physically as if someone 
had slapped her.
	Doing her best to roll on her side, she drew her blankets 
up to her chin and held them tightly, hoping that the sleeping
meds she had been given would eventually work.
	Just as she finished with that thought, she was startled
by the sound of her room door opening and several people entering.
Flopping on her back again, she looked over toward them, only to 
note that there were four of them, dressed in dark clothes.
	As she opened her mouth to ask what the hell they wanted,
a fifth one out of sight behind her clamped a gloved hand over it.
	"You will excuse the less-than-polite manner of our visit,
Ms. Kikyo, but we bear a personal invitation for you to join our
employer at her residence for the duration of your recovery.  She 
is sure you will find the accomodations more pleasant."  a weasly
male voice stated into her ear.  "You may cooperate and come along
quietly, which we would prefer given your 'condition', but we are
prepared to force the issue... if necessarry."  he continued,
indicating one of his cohorts sporting a small bag.  "Will you
accept our invitation?"  he asked finally, moving to glare into
her wide, panicked eyes.
	Kikyo, without any weapons and already worried about her
baby, nodded quickly.  The man smiled in response.  Quickly, he 
removed his hand from her face and slapped a large chunk of 
dressing tape over her mouth, then taped her wrists together under 
her blankets.  That done, he signalled to his 'associates'
to move out.
	They moved around Kikyo's bed and started to simply roll 
it and her out of the room, heading directly toward the elevator.
Within moments, she was quietly moved into Emergency, lifted 
carefully to a stretcher and wheeled out of the Hospital.
	Outside, she was loaded into a waiting Ambulance, 
inside which were more men and two female EMT's.
	As they secured her for the trip, Kikyo closed her eyes
and began to cry, finally realizing what this activity likely 
meant.  Anita was obviously alive and well, but that fact begged
an even more worrisome question;  What had happened to Hitomi?



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END - Hell Hath No Fury                 A Ranma1/2 Fanfic by Coutuva

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