Boy I'm pumping these things out fast now, aren't I? ^_^

Well, this is the fifth installment of the series, and I've gotta say.. 
Its got alot more action that the previous chapters.. Anyhoo, on with 
the post..

TydRipper Presents...

Ranma �: A Life Once Lived
A Ranma/Spawn Fusion

(Ranma � belongs to Rumiko Takahashi
Spawn belongs to Todd McFarlane
as far as I'm concerned, this story is their fault.. Blame them! :)

			Chapter Five: Violated

	Ranma seemed adamant about his decision. "But I don't want 
her knowing unless its absolutely necessary."
	"Well, Ryoga already knows, and you know how good he is at 
keeping secrets."
	"Hell yes, did Akane ever find out who he really was?"
	"Yeah. Just before she got sick. She refused to see him for 
weeks. Then after you died, she didn't care anymore. She just needed 
a shoulder to lean on."
	"So Ryoga showed up. How convienient."
	Soun interupted. "It wasn't like that, son. Ryoga showed up 
just after you, Mousse and Shampoo left. He originally wanted to 
follow you, but the chances of him actually finding you were... 
well... you know..."
	"But still..."
	"I know son", Soun walked over and put his hand up on Ranma's 
shoulder. "But it wasn't like that at first either. After you died, 
Ryoga blamed himself, but Akane didn't want him to leave. She needed 
a friend to lean on, and Ryoga was the only one left. Shampoo had 
gone back to her village, and Ukyo had been missing for several 
months. In fact, if it weren't for him, Akane would probably still be 
in the same condition."
	"DAMNIT!", Ranma shoved his fist into the table. "Its not 
fair. I'm not supposed to be here, I'm not supposed to be alive. If 
Malebolgia thinks I'm going to serve him, he's got another thing 
coming!"
	Mousse placed his hand on Ranma's free shoulder. "You can 
count on my help in whatever you need."
	Soun nodded. "Yes. Anything."
	Kinami smiled. "Hey, don't forget me!"
	Nabiki looked up from her account book and mumbled an 
agreement.
	Ranma was about to say something, when the door suddenly 
swung open. It caught everyone off-guard, especially when they saw 
who was at the door.

	Akane stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed. She had expected her 
sister and Kinami to be there, but she also noticed her father, a man 
in a very strange costume. And someone she hadn't seen in a very long 
time. Someone she had thought was dead. She saw Mousse.
	"M.. Mousse?", her mind reeled. Mousse was somewhat 
distracted, and looking at the man in the center. The man in the red 
costume. Billions of possibilities ran through her head. Mousse was 
alive. He was alive, but scarred. If he was alive, could that mean 
Ranma was alive? If they were alive, could that mean Shampoo had 
lied? That the last five years of pain were for nothing? That she had 
made a mistake by marrying Ryoga?
	"Uhh... Hi.. uhh.. Akane.. Long time no see..", Mousse 
greeted.
	"Yes, dear.. uhh. Mousse here just showed up. We were going 
to call you, but we were too busy.. uhh.. going over old times."
	"Mousse...", Akane began, "How..?"
	"Uhhh... Its hard to explain, Akane. I just.. uhh... well, I 
managed to survive."
	"Ranma..?"
	The man sitting in the center of the room shook his head. 
Soon after, everyone else either followed, or verbally answered her 
question. Even Kinami.
	"I'm sorry Akane, he died.", Mousse informed her.
	Akane looked towards the ground. She felt old feelings 
beginning to swell up. Her tear ducts had started to produce the 
salty liquid. But she snapped up. *No sense in crying over something 
you realized a long time ago*, she told herself.
	"Mousse, its good to see you again.", she said, then tried 
her best to keep a straight face. "Has anyone seen Ryoga?"
	Everyone snapped up for a moment, and then all started to 
shake their heads. Even the man in the costume. She finally decided 
to ask what her mind had been asking for the best few moments since 
she walked into the restaurant.
	"Do I know you?"
	The man immiediately shook his head. But the look in the two 
slits in his cowl told her otherwise. She decided it best not to push 
the matter. Her suspicions arose for a moment, but a look at her 
father pushed them back down. Her father wouldn't lie to her, never 
has, and most probably never will.
	"Is pig-boy lost again?", Nabiki asked.
	"Yes, he was doing so well too... Oh well, at least he's 
getting better though."
	"He left the dojo around 4:00 today. It's 7:30 now, could he 
have gotten far?", Soun asked.
	"I doubt it. He knows when he's lost, and he knows to stay 
put if he's hopelessly lost. I'll just drive around some more, I 
might check Kasumi's though."
	"You might want to check out the livestock trucks.", Mousse 
suggested.
	"No, they know to avoid a little black piglet with a yellow 
bandanna."
	"He still wears that?"
	"Yep. Even when he sleeps."
	"Well, you'd better get out and find him.. We'll keep an eye 
out for him though."
	"Thanks Nabiki. I'll probably be back when I find him. I know 
he'll be interested in talking to you again, Mousse."
	"I'll probably be at the dojo."
	"Okay, well... We'll catch up later, okay?"
	"Sure."
	"I'll introduce you to little Ranma then."
	"Little Ranma?", Mousse asked. The man in the costume also 
seemed to perk up for a moment.
	"Yes, my son.", Akane smiled, "I'll explain later."
	And with that, she left.
	After the door had closed, and Soun walked over to lock it, 
in efforts to avoid any more intrusions, Ranma began to speak.
	"They named they're son... Ranma?"
	Soun nodded. "Yes. It was Ryoga's idea. I guess he felt it 
would honour you."
	"Amazing.", Ranma shook his head.
	"Well, _THAT_ was certainly unexpected, wasn't it?", Kinami 
stated the obvious. "Oh yeah, can I ask a dumb question?"
	"As if all your questions weren't dumb?", Nabiki quipped.
	Kinami stuck her tongue out at Nabiki and then continued. 
"Livestock trucks? Black pig?"
	Ranma looked briefly at Kinami, then looked towards Nabiki. 
"You never told her about Jusenkyo?"
	"Not really. I mentioned _YOU_ were cursed, but I never 
really brought up how you were cursed, or the fact that there were 
other people cursed as well."
	"Well, before today I don't think I would have believed you. 
But this guy was shot right in front of me, and you guys are talking 
about Chi-attacks like its yesterdays news."
	"Ranma here.. Well.. Ranma, are you still cursed?", Nabiki 
asked.
	"No. I was in contact with cold water earlier, and nothing 
happened."
	"Okay, well Ranma here was on a training trip with his father 
about seven years ago. He went to a place called Jusenkyo. He fell in 
a spring, and was forever cursed to turn into a girl whenever 
splashed with cold water."
	Kinami looked at Nabiki, unconvinced.
	"Its true, even Mousse has a curse.", Nabiki looked towards 
Mousse, "You _DO_ still have the curse, right?"
	Mousse nodded. "I do, but I'm not going to demonstrate. I 
haven't been in cursed form in nearly four months, and I'm not about 
to start now."
	Kinami still looked skeptical. "I can accept the _IDEA_ of 
curses, but this is ridiculus. I mean, seriously. Changing sexes just 
by getting splashed with water? I mean, come on! What do you take me 
for!"
	"Actually, Ranma was the only one who changed sexes. Mousse 
turns into a duck, Ryoga turns into a pig, Genma turns into a panda, 
and--"
	"Genma? Mr. Saotome?", Kinami asked.
	Ranma looked up. "You knew my father?"
	Kinami nodded. "Yeah, he and your mother were regulars, 
before they moved."
	"ANYWAYS!", Nabiki interupted, "And Shampoo turned into a 
cat.", she finished as Ranma seemed to tense up for a moment. "Oh, 
and dont get me started on Tarou."
	"You mean that guy that was here a few months ago?"
	"Yes, him."
	"What was Tarou doing here?"
	"What else, looking for Happosai. He worked here for a week 
until he had made enough money to pay for the information."
	"So you told him."
	"I told him Happosai was in America, nothing more."
	"Why did he work for the information?"
	"I don't know. I think he's gotten a bit soft since the last time we 
saw him."
	"So, old Pantyhose went to America."
	Kinami looked up for a moment. "Uhh.. Pantyhose?"
	Nabiki looked at her friend. "Happosai named him."
	Recalling the stories she'd heard of Happosai, she found it 
easy to believe. "Why didn't he just change it?"
	"Oh, some kind of dumb law he follows. Apparently, only 
Happosai can change it." 
	Kinami nodded wide-eyed. "You guys certainly are a weird 
bunch. Hey Mousse, why don't you prove to me you can turn into a 
duck?"
	"I'd rather not, thanks."
	"Come on, I wanna see."
	"No."
	"Just for a minute?"
	"NO."
	"Ah, your probably faking anyways."
	Mousse stood silent.
	Kinami waited until that moment to grab the thermos of water 
at her side and spray it at Mousse. Mousse had apparently been 
prepared, and was already dodging the stream of water. Soun got a 
faceful of cold water, however.
	"Nice try."
	"Oh come on!"
	"_NO_."
	"Stop already!", Ranma interupted. "Akane has probably 
already found Ryoga, so we'd better decide whats happening, and fast."
	Nabiki agreed, and began to tidy up the restaurant from the 
previous mess, and Kinami reluctantly helped.
	"Yes, you two should come stay at the dojo. Ranma, you 
haven't slept yet, it may be good for you to get some rest."
	Ranma shook his head, "I'm not tired. I don't think I need 
sleep in this condition anyways."
	Mousse nodded. "I doubt I would need sleep after whats 
happened tonight."
	Soun nodded. "Agreed. Nabiki?"
	His daughter looked up at him. "Yes Daddy?"
	"You and Kinami stop by tomorrow, we'll have to plan whats 
going to happen about San Francisco."
	Nabiki nodded, and resumed her work. Kinami eyed Mousse 
quickly before continuing. Mousse and Ranma said they're goodbyes and 
exited, Soun followed soon after, leaving the two women to do their 
work.
	"Eventful day, wasn't it?", Kinami asked.
	"Amazingly.", Nabiki replied. "Well, you've met the great 
Ranma Saotome, even if a little..."
	"Living impaired?"
	Nabiki chuckled. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
	"So, What are we going to do about the restaurant while we're 
in San Francisco?"
	Nabiki shrugged. "Well, I'll probably collect on a favour 
someone owes me."
	"Who?"
	Nabiki smiled. "Now Kinami, am I one to divulge my secrets 
freely?"
	Kinami rolled her eyes. "The Ice Queen returns..."
	"Hey!", Nabiki shot back, "I'm paying for the trip to San 
Francisco."
	"I guess you've got me there. But I'm assuming your buying 
one-way tickets until we see who survives the trip?"
	Nabiki stared at the floor for a moment. "Kinami... Its not 
like that. I don't want a death anymore than you do. No price is 
worth a human life", she looked at her friend. "Frankly, I'm appaled 
that you would even think that."
	"But its a possibility."
	Nabiki nodded. "This Kenoru person is powerful if he could 
defeat Ranma, Mousse and Shampoo all at once. When we get there, 
we'll have at least three more martial artists with us. Four if Ryoga 
comes along, and Maybe even Five if Tarou finds Happosai, considering 
he'd help us."
	"Considering this Shampoo and Happosai are still alive."
	Nabiki nodded. "Considering. Look, I don't want to even think 
of that as a possibility. Lets just finish cleaning up, and we'll 
talk to the group tomorrow. I'll set up some plans for the trip."
	Kinami nodded her agreement, and continued.

	"Brother dear, I'm home.", the voice came from the entrance 
of the house.
	Tatewaki looked up from the book at his desk and paid 
attention to his sister. "Yes, sister. I'm in the study."
	Kodachi soon showed up in the study and set her breifcase 
down. "Why didn't you return to work?"
	"I had a very... Disturbing experience."
	"What happened? From the looks of you, I'd say you had a 
fight."
	He nodded. "Indeed, sister. However I was the dishonourable 
one."
	"Whatever do you mean?"
	Tatewaki took the book he was reading and pointed it towards 
his sister. "Ranma Saotome."
	The book was in fact an almanac of Obituaries published in 
the newspaper over the past several years, and he had picked it up on 
his way home. The obituary in question was that of Ranma Saotome.
	Kodachi remembered the name. She scowled at the thought of 
the man who had broken her heart for that of Akane Tendo. However, 
her brother forbade her to do harm to either one.
	"What of him?"
	"I am beginning to think..", he leaned up towards his sister, 
"He may not be dead."
	Kodachi scoffed. "Of course he's dead. The obituary is right 
here."
	"Yes, but the man I fought today. He called himself... Ranma 
Saotome."
	Kodachi looked at her brother for a moment. "Are you sure? 
Could you have been mistaken?"
	He shrugged in reply. "I do not know. He was hidden beneath a 
costume and cowl. I could not get an accurate view of him. Most of 
his body was hidden by his cape and chains, as well as many other.. 
Rather preturbing ornaments."
	"Cape? Chains? What type of Ornaments?"
	"Small, jewel-sized replicas of skulls. Whether they be human 
or not, I do not know."
	"Ranma Saotome was not a practioner of the black arts. Why 
would he have such ornaments?"
	"I do not know. My previous beliefs of him as a sorcerer were 
unfounded. But now I am not so sure."
	"What shall we do?"
	"I shall go to the Tendo Dojo tomorrow and inquire about it, 
however I did sense some... Familiarity in him. It could have been 
him."
	"Would you like me to accompany you, brother?"
	"No. I am quite able to handle such a situation by myself. If 
another fight were to break loose, you would not be prepared."
	Kodachi nodded. It was true, she hadn't practiced her 
gymnastics for years now, ever since her father had returned to 
Hawaii. She hadn't had her heart in it anymore, and just gave up.
	"Very well, brother dear."

	"Mousse, you may stay in Nabiki's room, just up those stairs 
and-"
	"Second door on the left.", Mousse interupted, "I remember."
	Soun smiled and nodded. "Of course. You've been here enough 
times in the past. And Ranma, you may still have your old room, if 
you wish."
	Ranma nodded and stared off into the night from the tea room. 
He paused long enough to give an assuring nod and then went back into 
his trance.
	"It's getting late, maybe we should retire for the night.", 
Soun said, "I'll talk to you two in the morning."
	Mousse nodded. "Half past eight. It took us that long to get 
here?"
	Ranma nodded. "We would've been here alot earlier if you two 
hadn't been talking so much."
	"True. But I doubt I'd be able to sleep. I was.. up a little 
late last night, so my sleep pattern might be a little out-of-sync."
	"Mousse?", Ranma asked.
	"Yes?"
	"You killed someone last night, didn't you?"
	Mousse silently nodded. Even without looking, Ranma knew his 
reply. "Who was he?"
	"His name was Gendo Satoni. Scum if there ever was any. His 
police records showed simple crimes. Theft. Extortion. But I got all 
the real information I needed on him. Murder. Rape. Arsony. This 
sicko was into all of it."
	"What about Makaro?"
	Mousse looked down for a moment. "I wasn't paid to kill him."
	"So thats it then. Just kill who you're paid to, and if the 
guy your working for is worse, then who the hell cares?"
	Mousse began to argue. "Its not like that--"
	"Isn't it?", Ranma looked towards Mousse, "Makaro would have 
killed Nabiki if I hadn't shown up when I did. You were just going to 
stand there and let him do it."
	"I... I don't know if I would have let him do it or not. 
Ranma, over the past five years my emotions have been disappearing 
one by one. Remorse and guilt were the first to go, but when I found 
out you were.. Here, they _ALL_ came flooding back. Every life I've 
taken. Every heart I've broken because of my actions has affected me. 
They've affected me since the day I first took a life, and to the day 
I die they'll affect me."
	"I'm sure that makes everyone you've killed feel a hell of a 
lot better."
	Mousse kept staring at the floor. "It doesn't change 
anything. I offered to forfeit my life but--"
	"Don't make excuses, Mousse. Its not worth it. The reasons 
I'm not letting you kill yourself are because A. I need your help, 
and I'm sure Shampoo does as well, and B. Because if and when you do 
die, I'm not going to let you take a cowards death."
	"Ranma... I--"
	"I don't want to hear it. Just go. Have your simple 
nightmares, and I'll live mine."
	Mousse didn't say a word. He got up and walked towards the 
door. He paused and turned his head to look at Ranma. "Every life 
I've taken _WILL_ haunt me till the day I die. But I know I deserve 
it. Ranma, you didn't deserve what happened to you. There is no 
excuse for it. And I will stand by you to avenge your death, and 
would give my life if it meant bringing yours back."
	Ranma didn't reply. He just stared.
	Mousse sighed and walked up the stairs.

	"There you are!", Akane yelled from her car window. Outside, 
the familiar form of her husband perked up and turned to face her.
	"Akane!", he yelled, running towards her.
	"Thank god. I've been looking for you for the past two hours. 
Ranma fell asleep in the back seat."
	"Is he alright?"
	Akane smiled. "Yep."
	"Sorry I got lost, I got kinda.. distracted after work."
	"Get in, we've got to put him to bed."
	Ryoga leapt over the car and opened the door. He quickly 
slipped in and smiled at his wife, his previous worries nearly 
forgotten.
	"Oh, by the way. I.. uhh.. ran into someone today."
	"Who?", Ryoga asked.
	"An old friend. Someone we haven't seen in a long time."
	"Uhhh", Ryoga suddenly began to tense up. "Happosai?"
	Akane chuckled for a moment, "No. Someone who we thought was 
dead."
	Ryoga began to sweat nervously. *How could she know? Did she 
run into him? Did he run into her?* He decided it best to feign 
ignorance.
	"I give up.", he mustered the courage to say.
	"Well, I stopped by Ucchans while looking for you, and Daddy 
was there, with two other people. One of them was Mousse."
	"I'M SORRY AKANE! YOUR FATHER TOLD ME NOT TO TELL--- 
MOUSSE?!?!?"
	Akane looked wide-eyed for a moment. "What? You mean you knew 
already?"
	"Uhh.. Yeah. I was going to surprise you when you got home.. 
heh heh.", he said. *God I hope she buys this.*
	"Thats funny, he said he was going to call and tell me. He 
never told me he told you."
	"Must have.. Slipped his mind?"
	Akane laughed. "Well, we're probably going to stop by the 
dojo tomorrow sometime. We were originally going to go there tonight 
to catch up, but its too late now."
	"Thats okay, it'll be fine tomorrow.", Ryoga said nervously.
	Akane nodded. "Right now lets just focus on the task at hand."
	Ryoga sighed in relief and agreed.

	"So, you've made alot of progress, and in under 20 hours! I'm 
impressed, Spawny."
	Ranma looked suddenly towards the source of the voice. He 
scowled once he saw who it was.
	"What the hell do you want, Clown-boy?"
	"Clown-boy? Hoo! Thats rich. But if I were you, Saotome, I'd 
be showing a little more respect. I trust the old fart told you about 
me."
	"Yeah, the 'vomitor' or something."
	The Clown started to chuckle. "Thats 'violator', and I'd 
thank you not to forget it. Unless of course, you think you can beat 
me."
	Ranma waved his hand. "Go away. I'm not in the mood."
	"Oh, how I do love these situations. Lets see now, how does 
it go. Oh yeah. You tell me to get lost, I push the matter further, 
you get pissed, then you die a second time. Oh, joy!"
	"I said get lost, fatty."
	"Fatty? Oh, _THATS_ original. But seriously Spawn, I don't 
understand what the master sees in you humans, you're weak, emotional 
beings. And most of you don't have the guts to even watch a decent 
torture session."
	"Does it matter, your 'master' means nothing to me."
	"I'd show some more respect if I were you. You don't get to 
be ruler of hell for several millenia by being disrespected."
	"I'll disrespect whoever the hell I want."
	"Oh really? Well, then I guess I'll just hafta make you 
respect him. I suppose if I had a little chat with, say Akane, you 
would--"
	"You touch her and I'll rip your demon head off!"
	"Ooh, touched a sore spot eh? Want me to make Akane kiss it 
better? I can, you know. I can make her do anything I want. I can get 
her to s--"
	"SHUT UP! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
	"Jeez, at least let me finish my taunting before you go ahead 
and challenge me."
	"This won't be a challenge.", and with that, Ranma launched 
an aerial assault of kicks and punches to the Clown's body. It sent 
him flying back towards the wall of the grounds, as he smashed into 
it with great force.
	Ranma just grunted and turned away. "Not even.", he muttered.
	All of a sudden, a gruff laugh came from the direction of the 
wall.
	"Not bad. It usually takes a bit more than that to finish me 
off.", he said as he began to glow. "My true form, however is a 
little bit harder."
	The light had come seemingly from underneath his skin. The 
blood red glow seemed to eminate from under his flesh as it began to 
ripple, and expand. The flesh seemed to melt off as his true form 
came forth. The pitch of the laugh changed as the Clowns body turned 
into that of the Violator.
	"Now, Spawn. Lets see you take me like this."
	"What the hell?", it didn't come from Ranma, behind him, 
Mousse had come downstairs to see what the commotion was. He stared 
wide-eyed at the grotesque form of the demon.
	"Mousse, get back inside."
	The Violator laughed. "Ahh, a toy. Lets play, shall we?"
	"What is it?"
	"Mousse, GET BACK INSIDE!"
	"Not a very bright boy, is he?"
	"But--"
	"JUST GO!", Ranma began to launch another aerial attack, this 
time with some variations. It threw the demon back for a moment, but 
he just stood there, smiling. If you could call it a smile.
	"You think that could take me, Saotome? It may have put the 
Clown away, but I'm more ready for it."
	"KACHUU TENSHIN AMIGURIKEN!", Ranma yelled as he tried to 
land a flurry of punches on the creature. He succeeded, but 
unfortunately, Violator just stood there, laughing.
	"Interesting Technique. Picked up from the Joketsuzoku, I 
believe. Well, Saotome, who the hell do you think _THEY_ got it from?"
	"What?"
	"Talented folks, but they're nothing but a bunch of 
plagiarists." 
	"I'm not going to put up with this... MOUKOU TAKABISHA!", The 
Chi attack flushed outwards from his fists. A Thick black chi-stream 
hit the demon square in the jaw, but it kept standing there, laughing.
	"Your chi has no effect on me. You're a creature of darkness, 
just like me. Don't even try it."
	Ranma refused to give up. He closed his eyes and kept 
straining for a moment longer. He began to feel dispair welling up 
inside of him, and for an unknown reason thought of the one thing 
that had kept him going for as long as he did. Akane.
	The chi blast suddenly began to turn slowly from black, to 
dark red. The demon grunted in surprise as the tickling sensation 
turned into a slight burning pain.
	"Impressive. But it does nothing to me but- UGH!", he flew 
back against the wall as the beam turned from dark red to a more 
solid red.
	He got up slowly and growled. "That _FUCKING HURT_!", he 
yelled, and suddenly went into a full attack mode. He blocked every 
single one of Ranma's attacked, as he laughed. He finally put a stop 
to it. He picked Ranma into the air with a single hand and began to 
speak.
	"I'm impressed, Ranma. I'll give you that much. But you've 
got no hope to beat me at full strength. I've gone easy, but you 
pissed me off, and now you pay the price."
	The demon began to squeeze harder and brought his other hand 
and positioned it over Ranma's chest. He smirked as he began to put 
pressure on it.
	"DIE!", the scream was heard from behind them, momentarily 
distracting the demon long enough for Ranma to get loose. Mousse has 
sliced a fair sized gash in the demons side with a kitchen knife, and 
was busily making identicle slits all over its body.
	"Damn you!", he yelled, Ranma began to start attacking the 
demon in an effort to help Mousse get away.
	"Hey, no fair two-on-one!", the demon chuckled.
	"Mousse, get out of here, I'm alright now."
	"This--"
	"GO!"
	Mousse frowned for a moment, then threw the knife into the 
demons back and made a hasty retreat inside the house. Ranma was left 
to finish the job.
	"I'll rip your heart out!", Violator yelled.
	"I think you just failed", was Ranma's only reply. The 
Violator was weakened now, and in pain. But he was still going to 
win, eventually. He needed some sort of edge. The attack from Mousse 
had helped, but.. What now?
	Mousse had apparently had the same train of thought as Ranma, 
and quickly came up with an idea. He ran out the front of the Dojo, 
and into an alleyway. The noises from the battle still extremely 
loud. He suddenly spotted what he was looking for.
	Ranma was quickly getting worn out, and didn't know how much 
longer he would hold. But then he noticed Mousse, he was no longer 
inside, but standing on the top of the wall. He had only moments to 
glance at him, because the fight was taking most of his attention. 
All he knew was that Mousse was holding something in his hand. He 
tossed it towards Ranma. Then he noticed.
	It hadn't taken effect immediately. Ranma still had to 
realize what was standing by the edge of the Koi pond, hissing at 
him. A moment later, a vision of himself as a young man with fish 
sausage links tied around his neck appeared. He immediately knew what 
Mousse was trying to do. And Ranma realized, if he was going to win, 
he would have to submit. He jumped towards the cat and held it in his 
arms.
	The cat was frantically scratching at him, trying to free 
itself. The demon stood there dumbfounded at what was happening, and 
shrugged.
	"What the hell are you doing?" it asked.
	Ranma grunted in response, his heart running into overtime 
and fear overtaking him. A moment later. It kicked in.
	At first, the demon laughed at Ranma, as if it was some kind 
of joke that he was walking around on all fours, hissing at him like 
a cat. He wasn't laughing for long, as Ranma launched at him.
	The demon hadn't expected it. He had figured that it was some 
symbol that Ranma was giving up, and found it a humourous 
distraction. But when it attacked, taking him off-guard, he found it 
painful and yelled once noticing that Ranma's Chains were now 
assisting the fight. Violator reached out to try and block another 
attack, but when Ranma's cape wrapped itself around his arm, and 
pulled it aside, dislocating the bone, he fell back, having Ranma 
land on him, and proceed to rip off his flesh as a cat would its 
prey. It was then that Violator realized, he had no chance in hell of 
winning. Moments later, it was over, and Violator dissolved into the 
ground.
	Mousse shook his fist in the air and expressed his pleasure 
from atop the wall. He frowned when he realized he would have to do 
something about Ranma.
	"Whats going on?", Soun asked, groggily rubbing his eyes and 
comign out into the yard. It had apparently attracted the attention 
of the creature that had been inhabiting Ranma's mind and sent him 
running towards him. Soun yelped in surprise, but calmed as Ranma 
began to rub himself against Soun's legs.
	Mousse shook his head. "Might be a bit easier than I 
thought.", he said as he jumped off of the wall.

	The figure that had been silently watching from three 
rooftops away stared at the figure. *Amazing*, he thought to himself. 
He had heard of the Cat-fist before, but never had the pleasure of 
witnessing it. All he knew was that the technique was banned. He 
smiled under his old beard, his worn face adjusting to the sudden 
change in shape. Indeed, it had been years since he had used those 
muscles.
	Count Nicholas De Cogliostro jumped down from the rooftop of 
the building and began to walk. Until moment earlier, he had expected 
Violator to win, but smiled at the thought of a new spawn being able 
to best him on the first challenge. Unfortunately, he also knew of 
the other challenges that would come. There would certainly be an 
Angel, as well as other abominations that he himself had faced in the 
past.
	He made a mental note to talk to the boy again the next day.

	Ukyou sighed in relief as the airplane touched solid ground 
at the Tokyo International Airport. She watched intently out the 
window while she waited for the plane to make a complete stop. It was 
now past Ten at night, too late to worry about going to Nerima. She 
would have to find a hotel for the night, and leave the next day.
	Her mind reeled with possible outcomes of the next day. She 
would walk right up to her old friends and say, 'Hey, whats up. Sorry 
for going away for six years, but can ya blame me?'. She frowned 
inwardly. Of course they would blame her. But this was something she 
had to do, too many demons had manifested themselves in her closet, 
and it was time to excorcise some of them. She would leave on a 
morning train, probably arriving in Nerima around ten in the morning, 
and set out for a place she knew someone would still be. Her old 
restaurant. She could envision the route she'd use in her mind. Get 
off of the train, head down Kasakami street, take a left on Mirasako, 
and head straight until she reached her restaurant.
	Even though the appointed time wasn't until at least a good 
nights sleep away, she felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering 
about. She tried her best to mentally spray them with some repellant, 
but they remained, still strong and moving.
	She glanced at her watch just as the plane came to a complete 
stop. She removed her seatbelt and prepared to get up, grabbing her 
carry-on luggage as she watched the stairs extend to the entrance 
outside.
	Ukyou sighed in anticipation. *Soon*, she told herself. 
*Soon.*



Ahhh, Chapter 5 done and posted.. lets see, maybe a couple days before 
Chapter 6 is put up?

Anyways, I'm planning on starting up another series of fanfic, seeing as 
I'm averaging like, 2 chapters a week at _LEAST_, so I may work on a 
couple of my other fanfic ideas, a couple oneshots, one or two series 
I'm playing around with.. I'll do some writing tonight and get it 
finished.. :)

Anyways, I bid you good people of the FFML, farewell...

~ The TydRipper (Who's busily wondering why he didn't do anything 
special for April Fools day)... Oh well.. :)



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