WOW!!!

It's FINALLY done! I've been working on this puppy on and off for almost a
year...Well, ever since I put in the Epilogue for AETAOD.

Anyway, grab a long necked friend and enjoy!

As always, C&C is more than welcome, on any of my works, not just this
one...Sometimes I forget to write it, but it should be implied just by
posting...But, just in case it's not...

Flames will be filed in the round folder.

Copyright Notice:
I took a look around and noticed that almost none of these characters
belong to me...Some are borrowed, most are stolen...All are used in
deference to the original. Salud!

***
An Ending To All Our Days
By
Joshua Trujillo

Side Story 1 - Cat and Mousse

There was a small tug on his sleeve and Mousse looked down. It was the hag.

"I brought you along for one purpose only," She said in that even and ugly
flat tone of hers, "Up to now, you've not served one useful purpose in
either my life or Shampoo's. Now I have a use for you."

Mousse stared at her. He had almost resigned himself to the fact that, so
long as the ghoul remained, then his chances for happiness with Shampoo
were very limited indeed. This business with the demon seemed to take shape
as part of her responsibility. This lifted Mousse's hopes a little. He knew
what she was talking about though.

"Shampoo and I can't use chi attacks," He responded.

Cologne's eyes widened as the realization that the boy might be smarter
than he lets on. Her eyes narrowed once more as she regained control. He
was a master at hiding things.

"So, you're not as dumb as you pretend to be. Very well then. Yes," Cologne
said, turning in to the room as a flash of chi energy burst in front of
Ranma, "Neither of you can master the chi and I blame myself. I knew
Shampoo was ready, but I kept hesitating because of old...fears."

"Happosai."

"My you ARE perceptive today," She remarked as another flash burst in the
room.

"It's a new prescription," Mousse chided, pointing at his thinner new glasses.

Cologne chuckled and shook her head. She then looked back to Mousse.

"I will order Shampoo not to join the battle, but her pride would force her
out into the fray. Neither of you can win the fight and indeed would get in
the way," Cologne continued, "And while you lack the pride to be insulted
by this, my great-granddaughter has a rather large excess."

"What do you want me to do?" Mousse said, trying to keep his temper under
control.

"Calm yourself," Cologne clucked, "I need you to keep her from going into
the battle."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Mousse almost yelled, this was
frustrating him, "You know that she'll just ignore-"

"Challenge her."

Mousse stopped in midrant. He wondered if this was the same old ghoul that
kept him prisoner for so long. Cologne looked into the room once more and
began to leave him. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to him. Or
rather, he knew that she allowed him to.

"For marriage?" Mousse said, hardly containing his excitement.

"Let me put it this way," Cologne said, turning deadly serious, "If I see
her out there, you die."

She shrugged off his hand and crawled up the length of her cane. Mousse
breathed in hard and considered this for a moment. At this point, what else
did he have-

"A deal then?" Mousse asked, "If I win, then marriage. If I lose...Then I
die by my own hand!"

Cologne rocked back slightly on her cane as she considered the
implications. She would never think that Mousse would even have a chance
against Shampoo. She had no feelings for him. Cologne knew this to be true,
so why was she reticent about making the deal. Shampoo would win and he
would be gone by his own hand. His suicide would be the ultimate in
excommunication from the Amazon culture. Even his relatives would be
reviled by his dishonor. Cologne smiled as the final straw had been laid.

"Agreed."

***

Shampoo was so confused. Never before had great-grandmama ever forbid her
do anything that involved a fight. Now she was reduced to mere handmaiden.
Genma Saotome was helping the doctor Tofu in the next room with his bride,
Kasumi Tendo, who had been beaten fairly badly by the demon Sukido. Ranma's
mother, Nodoka, was helping Soun Tendo as he had bawled himself
unconscious. Shampoo didn't understand what all the crying was about. It
served no purpose and only got those around him upset. Nabiki Tendo and
Kuno had both been taken out by great-grandmama. They were liabilities in
this fight, but why had she forbid Shampoo? Shampoo didn't understand it at
all.

Wait a minute...She didn't have to understand it. Shampoo took a quick head
count. Everyone was busy enough with their own problems. She quickly nodded
to herself. She could take care of herself. Great-grandmama was just being
protective. Shampoo made her way downstairs and headed to the front door.
She stopped just short. A silence had fallen over the house. She could hear
the sounds of fighting close by outside, but the house was all together too
quiet.

There-!

Shampoo threw herself aside as the door blew open. The smoke quickly
cleared and Shampoo saw Mousse standing in the doorway.

"Get out of the way!" Shampoo said in Chinese, not wanting to stop for this
silly boy.

"No."

"I WILL hurt you," Shampoo warned, taken aback by his refusal, "Now get out
of the way!"

Shampoo began to throw a foot at his head, but sidestepped his upswing and
brought herself up short. He had a frying pan lifted over his head much the
same way Kuno would brandish his weapon. And it looked just as damned silly.

"You want to fight that badly?" Mousse asked, tossing the pan aside, "Then
I challenge you for the right of marriage."

Shampoo backed away into the next room and Mousse followed, almost floating
in after her. Perhaps great-grandmama had already killed him and this was
his spirit. Ugh, what a nauseating thought. To be plagued by Mousse for an
eternity. But she tried talking anyway, just in case.

"This last time you ever fight for Shampoo?" She asked in Japanese.

"I promise," Mousse sighed, "If you win, my love, you'll never see me again."

Shampoo smiled slightly and began to attack. She began with a series of
ultra-quick punches, all of which either failed to land at all, or didn't
have the intended effect. Mousse knew her tactics and he also knew she was
trying to end it quick. Having lined his robes with chainmail slowed him
down a notch, but it also protected him from the brunt of her attack. A
duck (no pun intended), a swing, a dodge, but no counterattack of his own.
Pure defense. Make her come to him. In his mind, he had played out this
battle hundreds of times, all with the same outcome. Shampoo always won.
One conclusion he had come to was that he might not have been able to
defeat her, but he was able to keep himself from losing by going totally
defensive. Of course now, in the heat of battle, it also occurred to him
that this tactic might have worked against Ranma as well. Oh well.

He blocked her exit at every turn, but never countered. Now she was
annoyed. Mousse was not attacking as well. It confused Shampoo. It was
almost like he wanted her to attack. Perhaps he was trying to get her to
wear herself out. Well, he'd wait a long time, and she could probably get
the upper hand in the meantime. Shampoo raced into the kitchen, but the
back entrance was blocked by construction. There! She drew a knife out of
the holder and wielded it against him. Slashing at him, he rallied but
didn't block it. She drew back as it made the most odd noise as she sliced
him. A piece of his tunic gone, Shampoo could easily see that he was
wearing chainmail. Now she was pissed. That sneaky little-!

Mousse moved back under the renewed attack. Blocking as fast as he could,
but Shampoo was just too good. Just like his simulations. She slashed at
his face and ran past him to the door. Time to take it up a notch.

Shampoo leaped towards the door but instinctively ducked as something
whizzed past her head and buried itself in the doorframe. Brought up short,
she tripped on the remainder of the door and sat down hard. Her face stung.
She reached up and...Blood? She's bleeding? She looked up to the doorway
and saw a blade on a chain embedded in the door. It wrenched itself free
and flew back to the folds of Mousse's tunic.

"I won't let you go without finishing the challenge," He said softly.

He was bluffing.

"You won't kill me," Shampoo knew he was bluffing.

He had to be.

"There you're wrong. If I have to kill you to win-I will," Mousse continued
softly.

Mousse cried out and lashed forward where Shampoo had been sitting. He
pulled the one of his blades out and looked after her. Shampoo didn't like
the look in his eyes, like he'd given up on trying to marry her and just
wanted to beat her now. She let a small shriek as he began to lash out with
his entire arsenal. Shampoo desperately tried to keep up, but still had to
keep backing up to avoid the hits. Then she realized it. He wasn't trying
to defeat her, or even win. He was trying to drive her. Away from the door
or any other way out. Away from Ranma and the battle outside. Ducking under
a slash, she fought her way back into the kitchen. More exits. At the
kitchen entrance, Mousse suddenly stopped and backed off a little. This
surprised Shampoo so much that she stopped as well.

He reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out a small object. He
hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but he was breathing hard from that last
attack. He knew that he didn't have much left. This would give him the edge
once again though. He swallowed once and tried to get some moisture back
into his mouth. He hadn't fought that hard in a while. The object was
attached to a small but solid chain that dangled loosely from his tunic. He
opened his palm so that Shampoo could see it as well. The object was a
small, teardrop shaped piece of metal with a Chinese word engraved on the
end. The word was 'justice'.

"The Punishing Seeker," Shampoo almost breathed, "Great-grandmama will kill
you when she's found out that you've taken it."

Mousse said nothing, but regarded the seeker coolly. Shampoo readied
herself as the seeker began to hum its' dangerous tune, like a thousand
angry bees, and lifted from Mousse's hand.

"You see Shampoo," Mousse began, noticeably straining under the effort of
controlling the seeker, "She can't kill her own son-in-law."

A rush of heat rose in Shampoo as she realized she realized what Mousse was
saying.

"You wouldn't..." Shampoo stuttered, backing up, "SHE wouldn't..."

The buzzing calmed and the seeker sank gently back into Mousse's hand.

"You've left me with no other choice," Mousse said, not looking at her,
"No...Both of you have driven me to this end. Shampoo, I love you. I always
have and perhaps you may have the same feelings for me as well, but-"

"Mousse," Shampoo interrupted, "This is stupid. Put the seeker down and
come help me with Ranma, okay?"

She tried to move closer and perhaps get him to drop the seeker, but Mousse
stepped back and focused fully on her.

"Why have you never accepted any of my challenges?"

"What good is accepting, if I know the outcome?" Shampoo retorted.

"If you were so sure, then why not just finish me and be done with it?"
Mousse asked, "No. You enjoy the chase too much. The chase after Ranma. The
chase that I've been giving you. Man after woman, always the chase...WELL
THE CHASE ENDS HERE!"

The seeker buzzed higher than before as Mousse tossed it into the air.
Shampoo backed into the destroyed kitchen, looking frantically for anything
that might help. Her focus clarified on the open ceiling and she jumps as
the seeker pulsed once under Mousse's command and fired. The seeker dragged
the chain behind it, as it followed her exact path into the ceiling. She
swung over the exposed rafter and back to the ground.

Since the only way out was now through Mousse, that's where she would go.
Shampoo tried to bull through him, but he pushed her out of the way as they
began to trade blows. Shampoo began to tire as the seeker would come in and
knock against her with the force of ten martial artists, all the while
trying to avoid the moves that Mousse was using. Shampoo jumped over the
seeker's chain and tripped as it came up on her. Mousse was waiting below
as she came crashing down.

As he caught her, the chain became very loose and a heavy creaking noise
could be heard overhead. Both stopped in mid stream and looked up. Paint
and timbers began to rain in around them as the ceiling collapsed in a
twisted heap over them.

***

There was still too much dust to see anything. Shampoo felt a sharp pain
run through her leg as she tried to pull it from the rubble. Probably
twisted it.

"Ranma!" Shampoo heard Akane yell from somewhere ahead of her.

The backdraft of a huge explosion a split second later that blew the dust
away, thankfully. Shampoo could see the old man Happosai lying next to her
great-grandmama. The doctor Tofu was walking into the empty lot, which
could be seen through the huge hole in the fence. Yes, she remembered,
airen and Ryouga had made it when they attacked Sukido. Shampoo could now
see that Akane was in the field. She was kneeling to someone. Tofu picked
up the person and turned around. Whoever it was wasn't moving. Shampoo got
a cold, sick feeling in her stomach and tried to pull herself out of the
rubble.

At what used to be the wall, her right arm didn't want to go any further.
She found that it was bound by the seeker, still tapping it's free end
weakly on her wrist. Since the seeker is controlled by the person's soul,
Mousse must've still been alive under all that rubble. She was trapped.

In the house.

Mousse had won.

He had defeated her.

She looked back into the field and saw the person that Tofu was carrying.
Shampoo, gripped with fear and pain, screamed.

It was Ranma.

***

It was so wonderful. Mousse looked across the hills as he held Shampoo. It
was all so beautiful. It seemed to be rather foggy as well, but he didn't
concern himself with such things so long as he had Shampoo. Himself here
with Shampoo. The hills truly were alive. He laid down into her lap as she
stroked his hair. The sun beat down warmly, but there was suddenly a tree
to lightly shade them both. 

"Airen?" Shampoo asked.

"Hmm? What is it Shampoo?"

There was a strong pause as he closed his eyes.

"WAKE UP!" Shampoo screamed as she hit him squarely between the eyes.

***

"Oeeeaaaaaaaargh..." Mousse gurgled, rubbing the suddenly sore spot between
his eyes.

"Get up boy," He could hear Cologne mutter in disgust next to him, "Get
your things and leave."

Time for a little revenge.

"Now why should I do that, great-granny-in-law?"

His answer was a wooden staff suddenly became buried in his stomach. As he
coughed, he was silently glad that that had come before breakfast.

"You may not call me that anymore than you can marry 
Shampoo," She said.

Mousse was on his feet in an instant.

"And why is that?" He asked hotly.

Cologne pulled herself up on her staff and held the seeker from its' chain.

"You used illegal means to win," She said flatly.

"The laws saw nothing of means. Only of winning," And Mousse should know,
he'd read them numerous times for loopholes.

Her old face curled up and became even more ugly.

"DO NOT speak to me of the laws," She screamed back at him, "I wrote them!"

"Does that mean you can break them when it suits you?" Mousse asked pointedly.

Cologne backhanded him smartly into the bookcase behind him.

"I wrote the law, I can interpret it," She seethed at him, "Pray I don't
interpret it against you. Now get out."

Mousse rubbed his chin and watched as she left. He sighed and began to
pack. How arrogant he was to think that she would actually hold up her end
of the deal. How foolish to think that at least he might know happiness.
Mousse looked out the small window. The moon was barely visible and the sky
was turning that deep purple that usually came before morning rose. He'd
say it was about five or so. Shampoo wouldn't be up for another couple
hours at least. No customers would be in for another hour. He was alone.

His vision blurred and he felt a slight wetness on his hand as he packed.
He stopped and wiped his eyes. He searched around until he found his
glasses and put them on. His vision, while better, was marred by numerous
cracks and fractures in the lenses. Mousse sighed and pulled his old pair
out from the drawer. Closing up the old suitcase that Ukyou had once given
him, he made his way out the back entrance, knowing the ghoul would be
guarding the front.

The back alley was dark and quiet. Perfect in it's morning calm. The
morning traffic was just beginning to flow out in the street. He made his
way out into the traffic and melded into the background of the Nerima morning.

Survival first. Grief later.

***

The sweet morning entered her room like a bad dream. Shampoo turned and
pain ran through her. She was awake now. She blearily looked about. She was
in her room. Alone. The smell of ramen floated up and met her as she got
out of bed. Putting on her kimono and slippers, she went into the chilly
morning hallway and walked down to the bathroom. Walking past Mousse's
room, she noticed something very unusual and stopped. The door was open.
That wasn't unusual as he was often up earlier working in the Nekohanten.

The unusual thing was that the room was empty. Shampoo would have normally
seen the bed made neatly and a few different things that he kept as
momentoes and the various books he borrowed from Doctor Tofu. It was all
gone. Just as though he was gone.

But he had won. Why would he go? Where would he go?

This confused her as much as his actions the previous day. Would he leave
without marrying her? The prize he had fought so hard to win? That
certainly didn't seem like Mousse.

Shampoo heard the morning customers begin to file in and she hurried on to
her bath.

***

Shampoo let out a breath as she sat down. She had forgotten how hard it was
bussing the tables and cleaning and all the other things that Mousse had
once done. She hated to admit it, but she missed him. His absence was still
a mystery to her. She had asked great-grandmama about it, but she muttered
something about laziness and dismissed her with more work.

Shampoo swept out the front entrance as she took her curtain down. So many
Japanese customs had crept into her everyday life. So many little
differences nowadays. Sometimes, she even thought in Japanese.

Shampoo closed the front and locked it. She placed the curtain next to the
door and walked slowly back into the living area. Cologne had placed some
food on a tray and left it where Shampoo would find it with a note saying
that she had some errands to run and not to wait up.

Shampoo wondered briefly where Mousse was. She sat down and placed the tray
on the table in front of her. Great-grandmama had made beef bowl. It was
one of Shampoo's favorites. Shampoo turned on the television and watched
for a moment before the picture became too blurry to watch. A strange sound
escaped her lips as she felt the warm tears run down her cheeks and into
her grieving hands. She pushed her tray forward and set her forehead
against the table surface as sobs racked her body. A hole opened up in her
soul and threatened to gnaw away at her sanity. Ranma was gone. Dead. But
how can that be? He defeated everything in his path for years before this.

Why...Why...why...

Shampoo didn't even hear Cologne set down next to her. Cologne gently
pushed on a point on Shampoo's neck and Shampoo calmly subsided into sleep.

"Sleep now child," Cologne whispered to Shampoo, "Tommorrow will bring
brighter skies."

Shampoo was a naive child, even now that death had taken something so close
to her. Ranma's death was highly inconvenient, but not entirely unexpected.
Ranma was always putting himself in dangerous situations, it was only a
matter of time before something caught up with him. Cologne had a larger
problem at hand though. She had made that ridiculous bet with Mousse and
now he seemed determined on keeping it. Cologne had gone out that night and
tried to find him, but he was gone. No one had seen him that night. Cologne
figured that he had gone to ground and would stay there until he could get
allies to win back Shampoo. He'd never leave Shampoo without a fight. He
may be blind as a bat, but he was persistent.

But perhaps Cologne wouldn't have to find him. So long as Shampoo stayed
here, he would eventually return for her. But when he returned, he may be
strong enough to take her back. Not by himself, of course, but with
friends. Cologne thought on this and came up with the only conclusion that
she could.

Mousse must die.

***

"Thank you again. I really hate to impose," Mousse said.

Kasumi smiled and tried to tilt her head, but flinched slightly in pain.
Nabiki sniffed slightly and folded her arms.

"You chose to sleep in the utility room Mousse," Nabiki said, "How can that
be an imposition?"

"How long are you going to stay?" Genma asked, "I mean, are you going to go
back to China?"

"I don't know what I'll do," Mousse said softly, "I won, but I lost. Most
likely I'll go back to China in a few days."

"Well, you're welcome here as long as you like," Nodoka said, placing a
hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you again, I'll help anyway I can," Mousse said to her as he picked
his bundle up and carried it into the room.

It was a nice little room, quite similar to the one at the Nekohanten.
Shampoo. He had been hiding and biding his time for most of the day. Hiding
from Cologne. She wanted him dead and she would have no compunction on
doing it herself. He needed someplace relatively safe and the Tendo's was
the first place that came to mind. Maybe he could even help with the
rebuilding process. Maybe it was better. He beat Shampoo, he actually won.
Maybe it was better that even winning would never give Shampoo to him.

The cot was nice and it was slightly larger than his old room, but a little
more stale. Mousse could understand though. He set up his room and helped
Kasumi and Nodoka with dinner.

***

There was a lull in the customers. The days passed without disorder or
excitement, which was unusual for Nerima. The afternoon rush would not be
in today, because of some special day or another. Cologne was busy wiping
out some glasses at the end of the counter.

"You look bored, child."

"Great-grandmama," Shampoo asked, "I know you know where Mousse went. Where
is he?"

Cologne put the glass down and sighed. Shampoo wondered just how old she
was because at that moment, she looked all of her age.

"Why do you keep asking me of him?" Cologne asked, her voice a whisper, "He
is gone. Why do you persist in this line?"

"Great-grandmama, he defeated me," Shampoo began cautiously, "He is now my
husband."

Shampoo shrank back under the now withering gaze that Cologne laid against
her.

"Leave it be Xian," Cologne hissed in Chinese, "He is gone. He is dead. He
is gone now by his own hand because of a deal that I made with him."

Shampoo couldn't believe it. Mousse dead? Ranma dead? The two men she ever
had any feelings for, good or bad, gone? She felt the blood rush into her
face as the tears forced their way to the surface. The shame of it. To die
by his own hand would put the greatest dishonor an Amazon could have on his
shoulders and his families. The tears burst forth and Shampoo caught
herself to keep from falling.

"Get yourself together Shampoo," Cologne said, turning back to her
cleaning, "It's better he's gone now. He was just-"

Gone? But he had always been there...She...She just couldn't understand it...

The tensions and pains in the past few weeks came alive once more in a
furious fire that burned in her heart. Mousse couldn't die. He couldn't die
without her permission, and she knew that she never gave it. There was only
one other answer that she could come up with. Her anger grabbed hold of the
thought and, in a bright fit of madness, said it.

"You killed him!" Shampoo screamed out in Chinese, "You made him kill
himself! I can't believe you!"

Before she could say anything, Shampoo had bolted out the back door and out
into the late morning. Cologne looked the store over. Was it worth it? This
whole affair could come back to haunt her if Cologne didn't end it soon.
The problem was, she couldn't find the blasted boy. No customers had been
witness to that little outburst, which was good. Lies compounded on top of
lies were not. And that was just what this whole mess was turning into.

***

Shampoo ran. She cried and ran to the rooftops, stumbling and almost
falling a couple of times. She didn't care. Mousse was gone. Ranma was
gone. Nothing seemed to be worth it anymore. Nothing. She slowed and
stopped on the roof of a vacant house. Shampoo sat next to the upper window
and leaned against the roof and cried.

She couldn't stay. Right now she couldn't leave. This was Hell, and Shampoo
seemed to be her own keeper. She hadn't been back to the Tendo dojo for a
couple of weeks. Kuno had stopped by the Nekohanten, but was unusually
tightlipped about the whole affair. He had said that his brother was
recovering and had built a shrine to Ranma, laying his body in state. Maybe
it was time to pay a visit.

***

"Oh, Shampoo," Nodoka said, opening the door, "Please come in."

"Thank you. I hear you build shrine for Ranma. I want to see please,"
Shampoo said, trying to get out and use her language skills.

"Yes, of course," Nodoka smiled at her, "Right this way."

Shampoo followed Nodoka in and around the house. Along the way, Akane
joined them. Shampoo thought that she looked bad. Akane looked even worse,
like she hadn't slept in days. She didn't say anything to Shampoo, but
Shampoo knew that she had changed inside.

The shrine itself was quite beautiful. Something that didn't seem to fit
Ranma, at least in Shampoo's opinion. The sides raised on little winches
and Shampoo could see Ranma lying underneath. She stepped up to his side.
He looked like he was in pain. Shampoo watched as Akane approached him,
readily apparent in her anguish, the loss and pain she was feeling. Akane
leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. She then turned and
left, sobbing gently. This hit Shampoo quite hard as she never thought
Akane as one who would lose herself over a man. But then, perhaps that
tomboy image was just that, an image.

Shampoo looked back to Ranma and brushed a stray hair from his face. She
was also surprised when she noticed that he seemed to be radiating heat in
waves. Sometimes hot for a time, then cold as the grave for a time. This
wasn't normal for dead people, was it? Shampoo didn't have any idea really.

Shampoo waited until a hot spell came over. She then leaned close and
kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Goodbye, airen," She said, backing away.

Nodoka closed the shrine and Shampoo turned away. She almost bumped into
the person standing there, so she apologized and attempted to go around.
The person moved to block her path. Who...? She looked up.

The most beautiful brown eyes were staring back at her from under a pair of
rather thick glasses.

"Mousse!" Shampoo yelled, wrapping her arms around his neck in a fierce hug.

"Shampoo. You came..." Mousse began hesitantly, "For me?"

Shampoo pulled herself to arms length. How wonderful his embrace seemed now
that she had him back. And it was really true. He was hers. Shampoo shook
her head at the million conflicting thoughts running through it at once.
She shook the tears away and hugged him again, not wanting to let go, lest
this have been a dream.

"But great-grandmama said that you were dead."

"She did?" He asked, raising his eyebrow, "What else did she say?"

"Maybe you should start at the beginning, Mousse," Nodoka said, guiding
both back into the living area, "I'll get some tea."

***

Shampoo was seething. How dare Cologne do something like this. How dare
she. Playing with her emotion and mind for so long. Constantly pitting the
obedience in the law that Shampoo had always had against the natural
Amazonian instinct of the hunt. She would eventually repay her for it.
Mousse said that letting her know might even put her in danger, so Shampoo
kept her calm. She also tried to kill Mousse, who Shampoo now had quite
mixed feelings about. Yes, he had won and by law she would marry him. Did
she love him? No. Did she care for him? Yes. She had to admit that she
truly felt bad when Cologne had originally told her that he was gone.

Mousse was right. She loved the chase. So, she supposed, in that respect,
she did love him. One thing she did know was that she wasn't going to lose
him twice.

"So what we do now?" Shampoo asked.

"What can we do?" Mousse wondered, "I can't stay in Nerima, that's for
sure. As long as I'm here, then I'm a danger to you Shampoo, and I can't
have that."

"Shampoo take care of herself."

"He knows," Nabiki said from the doorway, "What he means is that Cologne
would target the ones he cares for in order to get to him."

Mousse nodded solemnly in agreement.

"So what we have to find out is how much she really knows," Nodoka said,
"One thing she doesn't know is that Shampoo is now aware of her ploy."

"Shampoo not go back," Shampoo said, "Great-grandmama know too much about
Shampoo, can tell when lie."

"You have to Shampoo," Nabiki sat down, "You have to go back and you have
to pretend like you know nothing, because that's the only way to keep her
in the dark long enough to do something."

"Shampoo not know if Shampoo can do."

There was a long pause among the gathered.

"It's okay Shampoo," Mousse said quietly, "I will stay here and get my
things in order, then I'll leave in two days. Shampoo, I release you from
the Amazon law."

What was he saying? Shampoo watched him as he got up and went to the doorway.

"You don't have to marry me," He said, not turning around.

"Mousse, wait-"

But he didn't wait. He scrambled out the door and was gone. Shampoo looked
across the open courtyard and felt her heart sink. She didn't know how to
lie to Cologne. She'd never done it before and could never hide the lies of
others. Cologne would find out, then Mousse would die. Tears came suddenly
to her eyes at the thought. She wiped them away, but couldn't cover her own
feelings. But what were her own feelings? She wasn't quite sure, but she
did know that it wasn't the calm indifference that she'd shown for so many
years.

"Shampoo?"

She turned. It was Akane. Akane's face was drawn and dark, almost as if the
light had gone from her as it was going from Shampoo. It was a tense
moment. Neither really knew what to say, wanting to put the old rivalry
behind, but finding the goal gone.

"Akane, Shampoo-" Shampoo began.

Akane shook her head and hugged Shampoo.

"Shampoo, please forgive me," Akane asked, beginning to cry herself, "I
know that we never got off on the right foot, but I'd like that to change.
It's been a long time and I would like to help if I could."

Shampoo found that her words had died away, leaving only a sense of
wonderment at this person, who for the longest time was her one true rival.
Shampoo held her at arms length and smiled.

"Akane, what Shampoo need to do, Shampoo need to do alone," Shampoo said,
wiping her eyes, "Great-grandmama control Shampoo too long. Shampoo need to
be free."

"We'll all be here for you and Mousse if you need us," Nodoka said, from
her position next to Genma.

"Shampoo thank you."

Shampoo backed away and leapt over the courtyard fence in one stride, once
more confident that she could accomplish the impossible. She felt great.
The last time she felt this good about the completion of her goal was the
first time she came to Japan. She found her goal then, she'd get it now. It
was time to end the reign of the matriarch, and Shampoo would be the one to
do it.

***

The door to the Nekohanten opened slowly. It was Shampoo. She had that
downtrodden look to her. She must have been at Ranma's tomb. She always got
that look after an episode with him. Cologne bounded over to her and came
to a stop a few feet in front of her great-granddaughter.

"Are you done sulking?" Cologne asked in Chinese.

Shampoo nodded.

"Why were you at the Tendo's?"

Shampoo looked up at the old woman, shocked that she could possibly know
that. A smile slid over Cologne's face.

"Did you think that I wouldn't know?" She asked, "Did you go there to see
Ranma?"

A strange look washed across Shampoo's face in that moment. Cologne
couldn't recognize it and therefore didn't say anything. Shampoo nodded
again and wiped the remaining tears from her face. Cologne thought that it
was probably just fear that her outburst earlier might entail some
retribution. The thought almost made Cologne laugh out loud. She caught it
before it escaped, but she allowed a smile to show. Shampoo was a young
woman after all.

"Go and get cleaned up, Shampoo, I closed the shop for the evening, so
don't worry about the customers," Cologne said, hopping back into the kitchen.

***

Cologne watched from her perch on the lamppost. So, he was living at the
Tendo's. She should've known. It was probably the one safe refuge in all of
Tokyo. She couldn't touch him there, but he'd have to leave sooner or
later. When he left, she would kill him, it was that simple. She felt a
slight tension on the wire to her right. It was Shampoo! But how...?

"You're wondering how I found you so quickly?" Shampoo asked in Chinese,
"You taught me, remember? I want to marry Mousse. If it's a mistake, then I
want it to be my mistake."

The old ghoul's eyes narrowed as she considered. Shampoo might be able to
defeat her, but not likely.

"Shampoo, I'm only looking out for your best interests-" Cologne began.

"I find that highly unlikely since you've been trying to kill him for the
last week," Shampoo said.

"Exactly in your best interests-"

"Shut up!" Shampoo yelled, losing her temper, "I'm tired of the constant
lies from you. Ranma and the Tendo's have shown me that you don't have to
lie all the time. If you would just accept the fact that Mousse beat me,
then we could all finally work this out."

"Listen to me carefully Xian as I will only say this once," Cologne said
dangerously, "You are not old enough to know what's best and that boy will
be the end of you as an Amazon. I will discomindate you myself if you force
the issue."

Shampoo bowed her head in anger and disgust. She never wanted it to come to
this. Being an Amazon was the only thing that Shampoo had ever been. She
didn't know any other life, but it was as Mousse told her in the house,
Shampoo was born an Amazon, Cologne could never take that away from her.

"If being an Amazon means that we always lie and cheat to win and kill
innocent people," Shampoo said slowly, "Then maybe I don't want to be an
Amazon anymore."

Cologne backed up a step. If Shampoo was willing to forsake her heritage
for this...boy...then...

Cologne had no more chance to think about it as she dodged a bonbori thrown
at her. She landed on her cane on the wire opposite Shampoo. Shampoo had
her other bonbori out and ready.

"A deal," Shampoo started, "Just like the one you made with Mousse. If I
win, you accept any terms I give you. If you win, then Mousse has asked me
to forget him and he'll..."

"I'll complete my part of the bargain, old ghoul," Mousse said from below.

Cologne looked down and saw that Mousse was well appointed this day, in a
black and gold tunic. A perfect funeral shroud. The gate across the street
opened. Out came Genma and Nodoka Saotome and the Tendos. What...?

Akane stepped forward and held out her hand. The small lump of metal that
began to buzz in her hand made Cologne's heart grow cold. The Punishing
Seeker. My Gods-!

"Xian!" Cologne shrieked, "What have you done?"

"Akane is here to make sure that this is a clean fight," Shampoo said in
Chinese, "If you make so much as one move toward a pressure point or use
any weapon whatsoever, I've told Akane to have no mercy in taking you out.
I'm through with having no choice in my future. I love you great-grandmama,
truly I do. You're family, but this has got to stop. And it stops now."

Shampoo tossed her bonbori aside and began the attack. It wasn't her usual
effort, Cologne mused, Shampoo seemed more organized and patient than she
had ever seen her. It was almost a complete offense. Attack, dodge, parry,
attack again, counter. At this rate, she would wear Cologne down before she
was ready. Cologne may have been in excellent shape, but she knew her
limitations, and a straight fight with an offspring of hers that she
trained was not one of them. Time for a hasty retreat.

Shampoo noticed her attempt to escape and backed off. Cologne began to
bound away, but came up short and almost fell from her staff when the
seeker buzzed a figure eight around her head. Cologne looked sharply at
Akane, who seemed to have no qualms about using the seeker against her.
Akane simply regarded her coolly and closed her eyes, concentrating on the
little buzzing ball of metal not two inches from Cologne.

Cologne slowly considered her options. There! Cologne attacked Shampoo, who
backed away in a carefully controlled defense. The fight drew longer and
Cologne worried as her opening may never come up. It did eventually show
itself, just as she thought. Cologne threw herself backwards and tossed her
cane at Akane's head. The seeker dropped in a panicked pattern to block the
staff. Cologne took the opportunity to strike at Shampoo's neck, hopefully
knocking her out.

Shampoo blocked, but was unable to completely stop her great-grandmother in
her attack. A sharp pain flared in Cologne's hand and she jumped back.
Cologne regarded her left hand with quiet fury as it hung limply on her
wrist. The seeker buzzed quietly near Shampoo's head, who apparently now
controlled the seeker. Cologne looked to Akane and sneered in disgust.
Akane had been saved as Mousse had blocked her staff. Akane sneered back
and closed her eyes, taking the seeker back from Shampoo.

Cologne looked back to Shampoo and gasped. Shampoo, the cool steel gaze
drawn and focused completely on her goal. The singularity of it. In that
moment, Cologne saw a young Amazon warrior from a long time ago as she
defended her tribes honor at Jusenkyo. Cologne realized that, at long last,
Shampoo was ready. Cologne closed her eyes and dropped her stance.

"You win, Shampoo," she said quietly.

"I haven't defeated you yet," she replied, not letting her focus go.

"Yes you have. Look around you Shampoo. With Akane using the seeker, Mousse
protecting her and you fighting me, I have no options. And you have shown
you're willing to use force against me," Cologne choked back a sob, "You
have shown to me that you're ready. Shampoo, you're ready to assume
leadership of our tribe. I have been foolish in the past, but now, it is
done."

With that, Cologne hopped to the ground. Shampoo followed and was cautious.
Cologne hopped up to Mousse and held out her good hand. Mousse handed the
staff back to her and she climbed to the top.

"Mousse, you young fool, I never thought you would have the courage to face
up to me," she said to the boy, "You never really had to, but by standing
by Shampoo and helping her in this, you've proven that you're worthy to be
her husband. I am defeated utterly."

Cologne could feel herself being picked from her staff as Shampoo cradled
the elder in her arms.

"Great-grandmama, we love you," she said in Japanese, "Ranma gone now, so
have chosen only other man who defeat Shampoo. Shampoo choose Mousse."

"And now that you're the matriarch, you have the right to override my
decisions concerning the�Letter of the law," Cologne said, sad regret in
her voice.

"Only when it comes to this," Mousse said, "But let's get that hand taken
care of."

Cologne clucked softly and held out her left arm. Shampoo almost dropped
her as she and the others saw how the bones were knitting themselves
together. Akane gulped in slight disgust at the occasional sickening pop
that issued from it.

"You don't live to be my age without learning more than a few tricks," she
said, covering her arm again, "We will leave in two days for China. When we
get back to Joketsuzoku, I will formally step down as matriarch and Shampoo
will take my place."

"Will you then allow me to marry Shampoo?" Mousse ventured.

"I won't," Cologne said, "But then, it will not be my decision to make
either."

She smiled at the boy, whose glasses promptly fogged over.

***

Dear Diary,

About two weeks after they left for Joketsuzoku, Cologne came back alone.
She snuck in to the grounds of the house and paid a visit to Ranma. I was
the one who found her. When I approached her, she didn't even notice me,
but was intent on staring at Ranma's body.

She told me that Ranma wasn't dead! When she explained it, she said that
his soul had been split by the demon. She said she was foolish for thinking
the demon killed Ranma. It was never the demon's intent to kill Ranma, only
to give my heart to Ryouga. I still don't understand what she meant by all
that, but I asked her to explain why she thought he was still alive.

She put my hand on Ranma's forehead. I could feel the heat, then the cold,
then the heat. Pulsing back and forth. She said that the heat was the ties
that led to wherever Ranma's soul was. She told me she would need to get
confirmation on this theory, but she believed that Ranma was still alive!

I fainted at that point. Ranma would have laughed at me. I miss him so
much, it's so hard sometimes to think about anything else. I try to
continue with everyday life, but�It's just too hard. The blackness inside
me pulls at my sanity daily. Do I think Ranma's alive? I don't know. But
the hope I felt in that instant is more than enough to make me believe.
Tomorrow, Dr. Tofu and Happosai are going to talk it over with Cologne.
She'll tell them what she thinks and they'll talk on it.

With hope, there is always a tomorrow�

***

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