Nabiki stared at the paper on the desk in front of
her. She didn't know whether or not to be happy or
angry at the news this portrayed. Granted the entire
thing was probably just one huge mistake. The fact
that she hadn't heard about this through her family
certainly supported that.
"They couldn't have kept this secret for long," she
noted to herself. "Perhaps they just didn't think to
tell me." She opened a drawer in her desk and looked
at the sole photograph it contained before she removed
it and slipped it into her purse.
"Ryoko Saotome..." she muttered. "And who were you
before you married my would-be brother-in-law?"
*******************************************************
Nerimites watched in nervous anticipation as they
watched a teenage Amazon happily roof-hopping along
towards a specific destination. The young girl
carried in her hands a take-out delivery box, and it
was a marvel that she could move at such speeds
without disturbing the contents of that box. Such a
sight had not been seen for over four years.
"I do believe that was an Amazon," one onlooker, a
young man with brown hair, noted.
"That's one of Shampoo's sisters!" his companion, a
young woman noted. "I was there when they fought the
kendo club."
"But why would the Amazons be back in town," a black
haired young man asked. "Isn't Ranma like a
vegetable?" A pair of glares were directed at the
unthinking speaker.
"Daisuke, he snapped out of that more than three
years ago," the first young man noted.
"Men," a second woman, perhaps Daisuke's companion,
hmphed. "Don't they understand anything about
heartbreak? It is so sad, and they said he did
everything he could to save her too." She sniffed
sympathetically.
"It seems he's better now," Daisuke noted, watching
the Amazon vanish betweeen some houses.
******************************************************
Ryoko yawned as she blinked herself awake, for a
brief moment she marvelled at waking up without a
headache or trying to escape a nightmare. Ryo-Ohki
adjusted herself in Ryoko's lap as the pirate shifted.
Then she turned to look for Ranma and narrowed her
eyes. Just how was the jerk supposed to wake her up
from a nightmare if he was asleep? The stiffness of
day-old bruises that permeated her senses wasn't
cooling her mood any.
"Some overwatch he is," she snorted. Of course she
neglected to remind herself that she was supposed to
be doing the same thing. She crossed her legs under
her and leaned forward elbow on knee, head on hand,
anc considered what to do about this perceived insult.
Ryo-Ohki cracked open an eye momentarily and muttered
in frustration before going back to sleep.
Ryoko looked toward her, she curled her lip,
"husband" and scratched Ryo-Ohki's head with her free
hand. The man was rude, casually arrogant, uptight,
and, from what she could tell, lost his temper at the
drop of a hat. Though he also stifled his anger at
the same time. That seemed unnatural to her, emotions
should be given full reign.
In addition to this, there was also a sense of
purposelessness around him that several months ago she
would have noted as depressing. As it was, she was
too much the same to notice.
"Three days," she muttered to herself. "Just three
more days and he'll be out of my life." With the
exception, of course, of a brief appearance before she
killed Nagi to show him and that panda what her REAL
power was like.
Ryoko took a moment from scratching Ryo-Ohki to
examine the wound under her clothes. It was healing,
yesterday was probably the last time it would ever
directly threaten her life. In a couple of days of
rest it wouldn't seem like anything more than the time
Ayeka and her had gotten a little too enthusiastic
about their fight.
That would never happen again, Ryoko scowled. No
Ayeka to fight with, and, no Tenchi to fight over.
Sweet, kind and noble Tenchi who had neither cowered
away from her, nor treated her like a free ride. The
man she'd given up her perfect world for. The man
who'd told her he'd love to go on a trip with her.
The man she'd nearly died for, helping him try to
rescue her rival for his heart.
The man Ryoko had spared HER for.
~Why did I ever listen to Ryo-Ohki about letting Nagi
live?~ She growled. She knew very clearly why. She
wasn't about to kill someone in cold blood in front of
Tenchi. That had clearly been a mistake. Tears ran
down her face as her low growling continued.
Ryoko turned to glare at the still sleeping Ranma.
~How could he sleep like that?~
"HEY!! WAKE-UP!!!" Ranma shifted in his sleep but
didn't awaken.
"Miao!" Ryo-Ohki hadn't quite expected that much of
an outburst, even considering the emotions she was
picking up from Ryoko. The cat-like sound did
accomplish Ryoko's goal though. She blinked for a
moment at the sight of Ranma clinging to the ceiling,
then hardened her face again.
"Would you tell her to QUIT that?" Ranma demanded.
"What are you doing sleeping?" Ryoko ignored his
demand. "You're supposed to be making sure I don't
dream!" Ranma scowled before lightly dropping down
from the ceiling to the floor.
"Weren't you supposed to be doing the same for me?"
Ranma asked narrowly. She stood up to glare at him.
"You had just HAD some sleep," she reminded him,
uncomfortable memories and thoughts faded as she
engaged in one of her favorite distractions. "And
you're the one that won't let me have a drink."
"I wouldn't NEED to sleep if you weren't afraid of
the cold," he reminded her.
"You're blaming me for THAT?"
"If you'd do some..." Ranma paused for a moment.
"Why don't you do something about this fear of cats?"
she demanded, then noticed the thoughtful expression
on his face. "What?"
"How long were we asleep?" he asked.
"Umm," Ryoko checked the clock and noticed that it
was almost noon. "About seven hours, maybe." Ryoko
blinked. Now the truly interesting thing was that
they'd slept that long without having nightmares.
Ranma and Ryoko had other things on their minds.
"Did anyone see us?"
The door to Ranma's room snapped open to reveal
Nodoka's serenely smiling face.
"Oh good, you're awake," she commented. "Shampoo's
sister has come to pay a visit." Ranma's eyes
narrowed.
"Swell."
**************************************************************
Outside of town, at the Masaki shrine, a woman walked
along what were the grounds of the Masaki home. She
never actually lived here, but the stillness hanging
about the shrine still felt wrong. She ran in her
hand through the shock of green hair that was starting
to grow back in. Idly she wondered if Washu's
rejuvenation tank had truly required her to be free of
most body hair, but shrugged the thought aside. She
had more important things to worry about.
"Someone's been here," she noted to herself as she
looked over the remains of a small camp. It had been
evacuated in a hurry, there was some old rice over the
firepit. She didn't think it was Nagi, but couldn't
be sure. There was a cabbit in the area though, or
had been recently. The crops that had been planted
before they left for space were devestated.
"Why did Nagi come here?" Kiyone wondered quietly.
The rumors indicated she was looking for Ryoko, but
Azaka had said he doubted she was even alive. The
pirate had apparently been more seriously injured by
Kagato than any of them had guessed.
A little more investigation found a large fallen tree
that looked like it had been used as a training dummy
by someone with great strength. The damage certainly
hadn't been done by an energy whip or in battle. The
blows were also too precise for Ryoko, who's style of
fighting revolved mostly around her powers rather than
traditional martial arts. The detective frowned a
little as she looked up toward the shrine proper, and
headed that way.
The bloodstained tiles she found in front of the
shrine stopped her cold. There had been a fight or
accident of some kind. She frowned as she realized
that a fight was most likely. Checking the shrine
briefly she found it littered with dry leaves and a
few empty sake bottles. Kiyone was beginning to get a
very uncomfortable feeling.
She exited the shrine again gave the dried blood over
the tiles a closer look, and then scraped off a sample
of the blood to feed to a small machine. The small
device analyazed the blood's DNA for several minutes
displaying information as it confirmed the data.
"Comparing to known DNA files," the computers small
Washu-like voice noted. "Identified subject as space
pirate Ryoko with ninety-six percent probabilty."
Kiyone sighed and sat down staring at the bloodstain.
"She was alive," the detective sighed. "At least
until whatever this was happened." She lifted her arm
to activate the communicator feature on her watch.
Kiyone hesitated briefly before calling her partner.
"She hasn't made a serious mistake since the battle,
she's really a lot calmer, nothing's going to happen,"
Kiyone cricked her neck upon completing the mantra,
and then made the call. "Mihoshi, I'm finished here,
come by for pick-up and we can compare notes."
"Ummm, alright, be right there!" Mihoshi sounded
closer to her pre-Jurai chipper self. This made
Kiyone worried, which in turn made her feel a little
guilty. Worry was appropriate though. Mihoshi
chipper was Mihoshi not paying attention, which is how
BAD things happened. The green-haired detective
silently prayed for thanks when she appeared on the
bridge of their small ship without incident.
"Good news?" she asked, trying to be optimistic. The
blonde police officer's hair was only a little longer
than Kiyone's. Then again Mihoshi had some how found
the luck to not be
"Uh huh!" Mihoshi smiled happily, if a little
strained. "She was awake! It was on the news, so I
called Washu and..."
"You sent an intersystem communication?" Kiyone said
suddenly, the urgency of that fact outweighing the
otherwise welcome news. "Find us a landing right
now!"
"Huh? Why?" Kiyone hadn't said anything about not
calling the others.
"Because Nagi might be in the area, and I'd rather
see her before she sees us," Kiyone noticed Mihoshi's
normal confused expression, though the blonde was
bringing the craft down into a forested region of the
country side.
"Nagi!? We found her?!" Mihoshi gasped as she was
powering down the ship's engines, and accidentally
firing the laser. Thus clearing a decent sized line
of trees. Kiyone sighed in frustration as she scanned
for any trace of a cabbit.
"There was a fight of some kind at the shrine,"
Kiyone explained. "Their was a good-sized
blood-stain." She paused. "Ryoko's blood." Mihoshi
just stared back at her partner.
*****************************************************
"Missed them," Nagi said quietly, as she scanned the
starscape. "Well they found me, whoever they are.
Bounty hunters or Ryoko's friends. We should have
made certain they were out of the way first, eh,
Ken-Ohki?" The ship did not respond for a long
silence.
"Miao?" the questioning sound echoed through the
chamber.
"They're in the way," Nagi answered with a scowl.
Then there was silence again.
*******************************************************
Ranma glanced at Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki, the cabbit had
just said something that had caught the silver haired
woman's attention. Ranma was curious, especially
since the last time that had happened was just before
Nagi showed up, but he turned back to the problem at
hand.
"....and Shampoo want give apology for all her tricks
and plans in past," Ran-Ran said with a smile. "This
start of apology, you get free ramen every day, so
long you no break Nekohanten." Ranma looked at the
ramen questionably.
"Well, isn't that nice," Nodoka smiled quietly as she
took a sip of her own bowl of ramen. "This is very
well done, did your sister make this?" Ran-Ran nodded
happily.
"Sister Shampoo very good cook," the Amazon declared.
"Well, boy, are you going to thank her or not?" Genma
demanded. Ranma glanced at his father, the thoughts
in the panda's head virtually written in neon on his
face. ~She's an Amazon, a fit wife for a master of
the martial arts, come on boy, all you have to do is
give a little suggestion and she'll be all over you.~
Of course, this was assuming that Genma and Soun
didn't have plans for Nabiki. Then again, if they
did, he almost felt sorry for them when Nabiki found
out. Almost.
"Genma, Ranma is no longer a boy," Nodoka reminded
him sharply.
"..its probably nothing," Ryoko shrugged as she
turned back to the table. Ranma glanced at Ryo-Ohki
and wondered what the cabbit had said.
"You talk to rabbit?" Ran-Ran asked confused. "Is
Jusenkyo cursed?"
"Jusenkyo cursed?" Ryoko blinked. "You mean like
fem-boy and the panda here?" Nodoka titled her head
at the "fem-boy" comment and the as yet quiet Ranma
sighed in irritation. Fortunately Ran-Ran provided a
suitable distraction.
"This panda who say womans not good martial-artist?"
Ran-Ran asked with narrowed eyes.
"No, that was a different panda entirely," Genma
sputtered. Everybody else alternated their reactions
from arched eyebrows to rolling eyes. The
green-haired amazon considered this and then shrugged.
"Ranma want try the ramen?" the girl asked hopefully.
"Ain't nothing going to happen is it?" he asked
irritably. "No hypnotic mushrooms, or love potions or
nothing like that?" Ryoko, who had been about to
start eating, blinked and looked at her bowl
cautiously.
"That's a perfect beginning to the day," Ryoko
sighed.
"Ranma," Nodoka gasped at the straightforward
question.
"Older sister serious about apology," Ran-Ran said,
as if affronted.
"I've had a lot of experience with Amazon cooking,"
Ranma noted dryly.
"No drugs in ramen!" Ran-Ran insisted. She then
proceeded to take a quick bite of noodles from each of
Ryoko's and Ranma's bowls of ramen, and then one of
the extra bowls of ramen. "See."
She pouted and started on her own bowl ramen, which
was a different color than the others. There was a
reason for that, but as irritated as she was, she
couldn't remember why.
"Better safe than sorry," Ranma shrugged and
cautiously started eating.
"Ranma, that is not exactly polite," Nodoka lectured.
Ran-Ran started to nod smugly before Nodoka
continued. "Though I suppose it is prudent."
~What all did Sister Shampoo do back then?~ Ran-Ran
asked herself, slumping. Deciding to change the
subject she turned to the silver-haired woman that she
understood was her current competition. "So what was
duel like?"
Ranma groaned, and Ryoko merely continued eating. It
was a few seconds before she realized the girl was
talking to her. She looked up confused.
"Duel? What duel?" Ran-Ran narrowed her eyes, with
a smirk.
"Ranma no beat you in duel?" she asked. Ranma
narrowed his eyes and idly wondered just how much
chinese he had learned for his foreign language
requirement.
"There's is no way I'd be beaten by a little punk
from a hayseed planet like this one," Ryoko sniffed.
The Saotome's sweatdropped at Ryoko's casual
indication of her extraterrestial origin.
~I must talk to her about that,~ Nodoka noted. ~Its
fine among friends, but it might cause too many
problems otherwise.~
~I must work on my Japanese, I thought she said
planet,~ Ran-Ran said after a moment's confusion.
"Then how you...." Ranma interrupted speaking in
halting Mandarin, Ran-Ran's face paled visibly as
Ranma finished speaking. She suddenly felt very
uncomfortable. "Uh...my apologies, is none of my
business." Everybody looked from Ranma to Ran-Ran and
tried to figure out what Ranma had said.
"You got that right," Ryoko said finally. "But what
are you talking about?"
"Umm...nothing important, my mistake," Ran-Ran said.
She glanced at Ranma who nodded before going back to
the ramen.
"This is excellent ramen," Nodoka changed the subject
quietly. "Did you make it?"
"No, sister Shampoo make it," Ran-Ran affirmed. "Is
her apology. You already ask that." Ranma wasn't
glaring at her anymore, she noticed with relief.
However, she still felt a little queasy and
light-headed. That was odd, the threat hadn't been
that nasty, and Ranma was probably bluffing anyway.
"Yeah, it tastes good," Ryoko admitted.
"Ah the garlic blends perfectly with the broth,"
Genma sighed appreciatively.
"Ran-Ran would not know," the young Amazon admitted.
"Is allergic to....garlic...uh oh." She looked from
her bowl to the extra bowl she had devoured. That's
right, that's why her bowl was a different color.
"Are you okay?" Ranma asked noticing the direction of
her gaze.
"Ranma worried about Ran-Ran?" the Amazon suddenly
asked, momentarily forgetting Ranma's earlier comment.
~Who does she think she is?~ Ryoko wondered. ~I
might not WANT to be married to him, but STILL!!~ The
table was treated to a stereo growl before Ranma and
Ryoko stared at each other in surprise. Before they
could turn back to the young Amazon, Ran-Ran was
bolting for the restroom. Everybody sweatdropped at
the retching sounds emanating from that direction, and
then a few minutes later a still pale looking Ran-Ran
returned.
"Think Ran-Ran go home now," she said.
"Hold a moment," Nodoka interrupted the Amazon
leaving. "Perhaps Ranma should see you home safely."
"Yes, an excellent notion," Genma declared, and
Ran-Ran beamed as much as she could after being sick.
~That's a welcome change of policy,~ Ryoko smirked.
"But where does she get off sending Ranma to escort
someone that's obviously after him, when I'm supposed
to be married to him?" Ryoko wondered for a moment
why Ranma, the slut in-training, and the stupid panda
were suddenly glaring at her.
"Oh I'm sorry, Ryoko-chan," Nodoka said suddenly.
"Huh?" Ryoko blinked.
"You're quite right," Nodoka continued. "Genma and I
will make sure she gets home. Won't we dear."
"Uh...yes dear," Genma said suddenly. Ran-Ran
growled, but allowed herself to be escorted out of the
house, she'd be back later...after sleeping for at
least four hours. Then she remembered Ranma's threat
earlier, and decided maybe that a longer time period
to let him cool down would be smart.
"Did I say that out loud?" Ryoko asked Ranma after
they were gone.
"Yes," Ranma answered irritably.
"Damn!"
******************************************************************************
Kuno finally managed to crawl out of the pile of
burnt and crashed wood. He had been striding
heroically towards his goal (limping on his bokken)
when some eldritch blast of yellow fire had cut a
swath through the forest. Obviously it was the work
of the wretch Saotome. His minion, Tarou must have
warned him of the samurai's approach.
"This shall not stop me! Do you hear that Saotome!
The vengence of heaven is slow but sure!"
At the moment the "vengence of heaven" was about to
give up trying to teach the fool a lesson, and just
smear him from the face of the Earth. Fortunately for
Kuno, the power in question decided he wasn't worth
getting a restricted liscense over.
"Now, onward!!" he shouted, charging forward, at a
speed to make a three legged turtle proud.
******************************************************************
"Sense we're out, dear," Nodoka said after making
sure Ran-Ran got home, the young amazon had gone for
her bed almost immediately. "Perhaps we should do
some shopping."
"But..."
"Really, Genma," Nodoka sighed. "You act like a
married couple needs a chaperone, Ranma is not a child
any longer. Now let's get the shopping done."
"Yes dear," Genma said reluctantly.
******************************************************************
"You act like you wanted to go with that brat," Ryoko
hmphed. Ranma glanced at her cautiously. That had
the air of one of those loaded questions he always
seemed to be asked.
"Yeah, so?" Sure enough Ryoko's eyes narrowed.
"Well, its a good thing for me that you prefer little
girls to a true woman," Ryoko smirked.
"Hey, I ain't like that, idiot," Ranma noticed her
growling and decided to throw in a few key words.
"Why are you jealous over that little girl?" The
pirate growled, her tail twitching irrtiable before
she relaxed again and lounged back on the sofa.
"Jealous?" Ryoko snickered, her eyes closed, stretched
out like a sunbathing cat. Sighing slightly as each
stiff joint untied, soon she'd be able to take Nagi.
"She's an amateur, its obvious she's never done
anything."
"It is?" Ranma asked, sweatdropping as she curled
over the sofa's back and stretched open her legs for a
moment. Ranma quickly averted his eyes from the
seemingly unintentional invitation, blushing deep red.
~Well that's different. Usually I get hit with
something.~
"All that chest flaunting," Ryoko said with a yawn as
she settled again. She absently checked her injury
again, it would be a bad idea to aggravate it now.
She needed to be healthy for Nagi. "Strictly for
hormonal adolescent virgins. Mmmm, that felt good."
"You're still tired," Ranma noted after a moment, he
turned his attention back to her after a glance told
him it was safe. "Go ahead and try to get some sleep,
I'll be up practicing."
"Yeah, sure, I'm going to trust you again," Ryoko
noted sourly, she was no longer moving provocatively,
just relaxing. She pulled back into herself and
grabbed the remote to switch on the television. A
little channel flipping later and a soap opera clicked
on the screen. Ryoko hesistated a little before
setting the remote back down. "When did those two get
together?" she asked, changing the subject.
Ranma glanced at the TV and idly wondered if he
should answer her, but instead just shrugged as he
moved off to the empty room behind the sofa. His
mother watched this show every day while he practiced
his kata's in the room behind her, he was fairly well
caught up on it. He didn't particularly care to
mention that though. Watching TV she might fall
asleep, give her a chance to argue and that wouldn't
happen.
The woman jumped at a chance to push an advantage.
She was way too hot-headed and impulsive for her own
good, striking at her goal, blind to anything else.
There was no discipline, no control, at least none
that he could see. Her relaxation was more like a
bomb waiting to go off than anything else. She was a
self-centered, vindictative, and loose woman.
At least vindictive and self-centered was something
he was used to. The fact that she could exude more
sexuality than he remembered Shampoo ever doing was
rather disturbing. Though he had to admit that she
wasn't pushing herself at him, she just did it without
considering it. He idly wondered what she was like
before her Tenchi was killed. She had probably been
out of control.
Ranma glanced over at the pirate and paused in his
kata. Her face was locked on the television where the
soap opera was running. Ryoko's shoulders were
shaking slightly, though he could tell it wasn't a sad
scene. He stood straight, looked down and rubbed the
bridge of his nose.
~This is how I always got myself in trouble,~ he
sighed before walking into the kitchen. A minute
later a slightly soaked Ranma-chan deposited herself
on the sofa next too Ryoko. The pirate glanced at
her, confused. Her eyes were only a little red, and
it seemed she had wiped her eyes before had turned to
look at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" It took her a
moment to recognize the red-headed girl as Ranma.
That curse of his was still a little weird, even by
her standards.
"I've noticed girls get a little weird when guys
watch soap operas," he explained, shrugging. He
purposefully didn't mention her crying, ~And this
works with other people.~
"Okay..." Ryoko arched an eyebrow and watched h..er
suspiciously. Ranma merely pointed at the television
without turning to face her. She looked back at the
television, paying attention out of respect for the
sacred truce the daily dramas represented. The show
itself wasn't of interest to her at the moment. Her
surroundings, however, were.
"You know if your hearing this, then I'm probably
dead," a televised voice was saying. Ranma sort of
half-listened but Ryoko almost acted like she didn't
even hear it.
~She's ignoring it,~ he thought cooly.
"And you probably think its your fault," the voice
continued.
The entire situation was grating on Ryoko's nerves.
She glanced about, looking for the source of her
discomfort. As the show continued, building to a
point of high drama, the entire situation just bore
down on her as wrong.
"But, hey, I took this on, I knew the risks."
Ryoko had no idea how obvious her state of mind was
to the red-head next to her. Her face might not have
revealed much, but her body language certainly spoke
volumes. Ranma watched as she scanned about the room
and fixed her gaze on seemingly random spots. As the
show continued, the pirate started fidgetting.
"And if I'm successful, that means you're alive.
That's what matters. I know you'd give your life for
me, did you think I cared any less about you?" Ranma
gave the television her full attention, to see a
couple sitting close together in front of a stereo.
The sound of quiet whimper turned her attention back
to Ryoko, and she wondered again why he would care
whether she was okay or not. "Don't waste what I've
given you, baka."
The pirate collapsed as the credits started rolling.
When Mihoshi failed to interrupt the ending of the
episode the wrongness of the scene became too much for
her. Ranma tried not to groan as she saw Ryoko's
shoulders shaking. She guessed that tears were again
running down the pirate's cheeks though her head was
turned away from Ranma.
"Hey," he tapped Ryoko's shoulder. A low growl
emanated from the pirate, but she didn't turn around.
~How did Ukyou do this?~
"Leave me alone," Ryoko growled.
"No," Ranma said firmly. "I said I'd help you get
ready to fight, you won't win if you're this upset
over a television show."
"Its wrong, ALL wrong!" Ryoko growled as she whirled
to face him.
"Hmm?" Ranma crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow
as he waited for an explanation. The diminutive
red-head suddenly reminded Ryoko of both Yosho and
Washu. Ryoko growled, lunged, and found herself
turned around and being held from behind. "Why'd you
do that?"
"It shouldn't be YOU here!" Ryoko snapped, and
struggled briefly but not seriously. Ryoko slumped as
she finished. "Maybe Nagi lied about survivors, maybe
I'm the only one left alive." Ranma continued to hold
her while she sobbed, all the missing elements of the
daily drama crushing her. No Sasami preparing lunch,
no Mihoshi to interrupt the show, no Ayeka to help
kill Mihoshi, and no Tenchi to keep them from doing
it. Just an insensitive martial artist who was only
helping her so he could avoid losing face.
When Ryoko finally cried herself to sleep, body still
exhausted from recent ordeals, in Ranma's arms, the
martial artist lay her down on the couch. She then
collected a comforter from her room and draped it over
the space pirate and sighed. She turned an accusatory
glance to her reflection in the window.
"Hey, she needs to be ready for that Nagi person,"
she told herself angrily, but quietly. "And she needs
to be rested for that. Why would I care about her
beyond that. I barely know her." Her reflection
didn't have to remind them that he had barely known
Akane when she first decided that she liked Akane.
=====
"Caffeinated Kender? What's that, a berserk spell?" -
Tribble, Kender Warrior of the Celestial Kingdom
Signed
He of Too Many Names (Thrythlind/Thryth/Luke/Hyperbole/Pika/Pooka)
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