Process of Elimination -- Chapter Eight -- Part One

    Disclaimer: The primary colors in this story are from Takahashi, Viz (Ranma 1/2), Pioneer (Tenchi Muyo!), and Kitty Films, Naoko Takeuchi (Sailor Moon).

    Additional tinting provided by: Takada Yuuzou, and Kodansha (3x3 Eyes), Takada Yuuzou, and A.D.Vision (Bannou Bunka Nekomusume Nuku-Nuku), and Takahashi, Viz (Inu-Yasha). The easel is mine. That's all.

    Notes: Diverges from Ranma after volume 24, continuation for OAV 2 in the Tenchi universe (well, one of them). Nuku Nuku is from the OAVs, not TV. Sailor Moon occurs, well, at some point in the series, but it's something of an alt anyway. 3x3 Eyes diverges just before OAV2. This fic uses the bizarrely vague 'Pick One!' scenario. Enjoy.

    Special Note: Music! When the sun rises in the fic, if you have it, I highly recommend listening to 'Resistance Line' (Wild Arms2 OST, disc 2, track 1).

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    "That was also the beginning of one of the bigger mistakes any of us had ever made. Ultimately, it had to be done for the greater good, but don't think for a minute that we enjoyed doing what had to be done to save innocent people. Some make out that we're still villains, even though far more would have died at the Battle of Shanghai if-- What? Higurashi? This interview is over."

    Sailor Pluto -- Interview with G.N.N. on July 27th, Old Terran Year 2003.


    Traditionally, new emperors to Jurai had several days free at the beginning of their reign to celebrate the event.

    Tenchi had not taken a single moment of rest since his grandfather had passed the title to him, working constantly to restructure almost every facet of the empire that was now his.

    As a result, the poor boy was bone-weary, still unwilling to give up on working to give more aid to Earth, made unsettlingly aware of other responsibilities elsewhere in his empire. The effort of maintaining the Gate long enough for Ginraii to transport their monopoles to Cyaga had been extremely taxing on what strength he had, and that too was wearing him down.

    Ayeka and Ryouko had gamely stayed at his side nearly the entire time, and while Ryouko merely looked worn out, Ayeka's flagging strength left her nearly nodding in his private office in the palace.

    "I can't think," Tenchi mumbled, realizing that he had been staring at the treaty on his desk for long minutes without remembering a single word he had read. Stretching, he asked, "Ayeka, do you people have anything like coffee here?"

    The woman roused herself, shaking her head. "I'm afraid not, Tenchi-sama," she said, stifling a yawn. "We use our trees to give us more strength, when we need it."

    "Why not some real sleep, Tenchi?" Ryouko asked plaintively. "Everything will be here in the morning." She turned to Ayeka for support, but the woman was already dozing in her seat.

    Her guardians mobilized silently, one on each side of the woman. "Ayeka-sama needs sleep, Tenchi-sama," Kamidake informed him. "By your leave."

    Tenchi nodded, sighing, and resting his elbows on the desk. A moment later, he sunk his head to his hands, groaning. "I can't give up," he protested weakly. "There's so much work to be done."

    "That's enough of that, Tenchi," Ryouko grumped, rising from her seat. Stretching, the woman drifted to his side, hauling him to his feet unceremoniously. "Bed, now," she reprimanded him.

    "No," he insisted, pulling away, putting one hand on the Tenchi-ken. Both knew that he wouldn't use it against her, merely that he intended to show his sincerity, and that he wasn't going to concede to her whims. The cyan-haired woman paused, considering, then shrugged, willing to risk the unpleasant shocks that the device would give her when she forced Tenchi's hand. When Tenchi was pulled away from his desk, she grinned, commenting, "Even your sword agrees with me, Tenchi. Come on, let's get some sleep."

    Groaning, Tenchi allowed Ryouko to lift him off the ground, phasing through the upper layers of the palace. Summoned from a nap, Ryo-oh-ki met the pair on the uppermost point, offering only a curious, "Miyah?"

    Ryouko jerked her head upwards once, and the creature obligingly leapt upwards, taking its ship form, and teleporting the pair on board. Tenchi groaned, mumbling, "Don't kidnap the emperor. It makes the guards angry."

    The woman giggled at that, pushing Tenchi into a small, soft nook that folded away when not in use. It had served as her own bed on numerous occasions, when she was under the influence of Kagato. She hid a shiver at that reminder. With Tenchi, much happier memories could replace those.

    He sighed, resigned, as Ryouko climbed into the nook with him, close and snug. "Ryo-oh-ki," she called out softly. "Take us behind the moon, and keep us in its shadow until it's time to wake up."

    Ryo-oh-ki made a noise to indicate understanding, but both Tenchi and Ryouko were asleep before it sounded.

    ***

    Rei lurched across the gently rolling deck, still driven by whatever it was that allowed her to know what to do without knowing _how_, and led her to Hotaru. Clothing disheveled, still soaked with sweat, she stumbled into the room, nearly ready to collapse. The hangar was deserted, excepting Washuu and Ami, Hotaru and Nuku sitting nearby. The planes lining the sides of the hanger seemed dwarfed compared to the massive device that the redheaded scientist was working on.

    Ami was at her side in a heartbeat, as was Hotaru. "What's wrong?" Ami asked urgently. "What happened, Rei? Is everyone else okay?"

    "Fine," Rei managed, sitting heavily on the deck, breathing quickly. "But... I need to tell you before I forget. I had a dream... a dream about the Sacred Fire."

    "Do you want me to get Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama?" Hotaru asked.

    "I... yes... I should have woken them up myself. Oh, Ami-chan, you have to listen, before I forget!"

    "Calm down, Rei-chan," Ami soothed her friend. "Just tell me what happened. Washuu-sensei, do you have any water?" The scientist nodded, wiping her hands on a cloth as she stepped away from the nuclear missile she was dismantling, and pointed to a small thermos on the table near Nuku.

    Only moments after Rei was given water and had calmed slightly, Haruka and Michiru rushed into the hanger, confused and alert. "What's going on?" Haruka asked tersely.

    Rei's answer was interrupted by the arrival of Setsuna. "Yes," the woman muttered, obviously upset, "what is going on?"

    Stuttering and nervous initially, but slowly gathering her will, Rei described the entirety of the dream. "And I know that if we let things go like they did in the dream, then... then Hotaru and Ranma and that other man will all die," she concluded.

    "I'd like to avoid that, if possible," Washuu commented archly, having paused her work to listen to Rei.

    "Or as many people dying in general," Rei grumbled. "No one should have to die."

    Washuu nodded respectfully. "Ideally," she acquiesced.

    "However," Setsuna snapped, "we're still left with a few questions. Who are we supposed to trust, exactly, and..." She trailed off, glancing meaningfully at Haruka and Michiru.

    Michiru shook her head, frowning, and suggested, "Setsuna... about trusting. I think maybe a little less secrecy might be in order."

    "And I don't," Setsuna countered. "We don't know -- this isn't the place for this conversation. We'll speak of it later."

    Washuu snorted, shaking her head and turning back to her project. "I think you're entirely missing the point," the redhead notified the green-haired woman.

    Setsuna gave Washuu an appraising look. "Perhaps," she returned coolly. "But I can keep my own council. And so should you." With that the woman marched from the hangar, oblivious to Washuu pulling her eyelid down and sticking her tongue out at her.

    Michiru frowned at Setsuna's departing form. "I'm beginning to wonder, though... The colors that Rei described..." she trailed off, shivering.

    Haruka nodded thoughtfully. "That's a powerful clue, I think. We just need to find what the relationship is. I don't think Hotaru-chan is our answer," she said, absently ruffling the girl's hair affectionately. "But who is the fiery man with wings? Or maybe..." she fell silent, considering. "Well, it's probably not him."

    "Maybe what?" Rei asked, still sitting on the flooring.

    "It's... I was just wondering if maybe Ranma was who we were looking for, but that wouldn't make any sense."

    Ami frowned curiously, asking, "Why not?"

    "Ranma was there in the dream, Ami. How could he be the person we're supposed to trust, if he was already there?"

    "He was there alone," Ami noted, pitching her voice a little lower, and glancing back at Washuu worriedly. For her part, the scientist seemed content to work on the nuclear warheads, and ignore the conversation. "He wasn't with any of us. Ranma-san seems to be a very powerful person, and more than that, someone who genuinely wants to protect people, and fight for what he thinks is right."

    Rei nodded, adding, "I don't think Hibiki-san and Mousse-san were exaggerating about him when they talked about his adventures."

    "And we know that he's destroyed more reavers than we have," Ami contributed again. "He's probably much better at it than we would be, truly. Washuu-sensei says that when Ranma was with us in the streets, he was also beneath the harbor fighting a pair of reavers alone."

    Haruka frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "How could he be in two places at once?" she asked. "That doesn't make any sense."

    "Washuu-sensei explained that Ranma's composition is not entirely like ours -- not entirely carbon-based. He's something called 'Masu', which is much more... flexible than our own bodies are. I've heard that he can change his appearance to that of a girl, for example. As he did when Makoto-chan struck him with... well. Suffice to say that his form is more variable than our own," Ami concluded firmly.

    "I see," Haruka said, her voice hinting that she didn't.

    Michiru shook her head. "Well, we aren't going to reach Shanghai for three more days. Do we know for certain that we will be attacked?" she queried.

    Rei nodded emphatically. "I know we will," she whispered.

    ***

    Tenchi woke to sunlight streaming in through Ryo-oh-ki's viewports, the sun just passing the horizon of Jurai's first moon. "Oh man," he moaned. "How long has it been?"

    He stiffened when he realized that another body was pressing into his. "Ryouko?" he asked nervously.

    Stirring, the woman sighed, smiling at him as she opened her eyes, their faces close in the small space that the rest capsule allowed. "Good morning, Tenchi," she said softly.

    Groaning, Tenchi mumbled, "Ayeka's going to kill us. Where are we?"

    "That's not a real confidence builder," Ryouko muttered, climbing out of the bed to drift nearby in an upset huff.

    "What? No, I mean, she's going to be annoyed that we're not in the palace," Tenchi explained. "I don't think she'd be angry about-- She was the one that suggested I marry you, actually."

    Ryouko's hurt demeanor melted into one of surprise. "Really?" she asked. "Why?"

    "She said she couldn't think of a better bodyguard for an emperor," Tenchi answered honestly. "But I think she knew that... never mind. We need to get back to Jurai."

    "But she knew that what?" Ryouko asked nervously.

    "Ugh," Tenchi answered, sitting up and swinging his feet over the edge of the sleeping capsule. "I... this is _really_ not the time for this, Ryouko. I'm not really ready for this, and I want to put off marrying _either_ of you for a while, until I can sort things out... but you can be a really nice girl. I think... I think I like you. I think I like you a lot." He smiled, shrugging, and added, "But... we do have things that we need to be doing, don't we?"

    Ryouko's eyes had grown large, as she stared at Tenchi in surprise. "Mom-- Washuu said, but, I..." She trailed off, grinning, and appearing incredibly pleased. "Okay, Tenchi! Ryo-oh-ki, take us back down to Jurai." The ship noised tiredly in confirmation, and Ryouko giggled. "Poor thing," she cooed. "Not used to using this form that much?"

    The ship repeated the noise, and Tenchi shook his head, commenting, "I'm pretty sure that Sasami brought some carrots for you before we arrived. If you bring us back quickly, and don't damage anything, I'll see if I can get one for you." The ship's acceleration increased slowly, while it made subdued yet pleased sounds.

    Ryouko's smile faded, and she frowned, raising one hand to her lower lip, deep in thought. "Tenchi?" she asked quietly. "Where is Sasami? Or... Tsunami? I haven't seen her in a while."

    "I'm not sure," Tenchi admitted, watching the surface of Jurai's first moon streak by the viewport. "I kind of wish I did, though."

    ***

    Ensconced safely in a web of power more thickly woven than any other force in the universe, a being slept. Neither girl, nor fully woman, yet, but female, forming slowly in the chrysalis of energy.

    As she slept, her mind emerged from that space that was no space, expanding outward, touching the minds of those who she loved as they were in dream. They'd not remember the dream upon waking; such was the nature of her presence in that realm. Still, in dream, she would be able to watch them and know that they were well.

    And as she touched the dreams of one who was closer to her heart than most others, she masked his presence from one who would have touched his dreams in a much more forceful manner, without even knowing that she had masked him so.

    ***

    Three days at sea passed with an almost eerie calm. No more explosions, as when Norris first tested Washuu and Durant's rifle. No more violence, as Ranma and Ryu's training progressed into an area of stealth too subtle for most everyone else to notice.

    Indeed, only hours before dawn, when Washuu had finally completed the last of her fission batteries, Ranma found himself surprised to be told that they would be making landfall in only a short while.

    Norris's men seemed ready for action, a large group of Marines, all in battle-ready apparel, armed with traditional rifles. "Okay, men," Norris announced loudly, "we don't know what to expect when we make land, but you're expected to secure the perimeter as quickly as you can. We're going to send a primary task force ahead of the fleet to ensure that we can land successfully. Once this is done, we will make port, and will commence with the shutdown of the fleet.

    "All crews will be evacuated, and will scramble a task force of fighters to perform reconnaissance. They will not land their craft, as we don't control any landing strips in the area. They will abandon their planes and parachute to the city, where one of our allies is going to evacuate all of the civilians.

    "Men, this is your last chance to leave, and I don't want you with me if you don't know which choice to make. Your choices are this: Either you will remain with us, as we continue to draw the enemy away from the safety zones we've established for our civilians... Or you will draw back to Australia, and there, join up with the Australian military and peacekeeping forces.

    "I will not fault you if you choose to leave. I will not think any less of you -- Australia is going to need more of you to police all the people we've already got, many of them only moments away from panic and riot. But any of you who choose to fight with me, to risk your life -- _not_ for your country, gentlemen, but for your whole _world_ -- I welcome you as men I would be proud to have stand at my side.

    "You will not be assigned to either force. We are volunteers only. We are among the last of the fleet of what was once the mightiest nation on this, our Earth, and now we are reduced to fragments. But we are not gone, and we are not destroyed, and we _can_ still fight.

    "I just hope that you will." At that, the man bowed his head, while the Marines shuffled around, shocked and worried at his words. "Those of you who wish to leave, you will not be disrespected. Remain where you are. Those who wish to follow, stand behind me."

    Ranma crossed his arms, levitating a few feet higher to gain a better view of the deck, dim as things were this long before the sun rose. Many of the men were unsure, milling about in confusion. A few braver souls strode forward. A lanky man with blond hair and a wiry frame was the first to stand at Norris's side. Following him was a much more swarthy man, and behind him, another, and then another...

    When the men had sorted themselves out, fully forty-six men stood behind Norris. He grinned, nodding proudly at them, then turned to gaze levelly at those who had chosen to remain.

    "Okay, men, this is probably going to be my last direct order to you for some time, because none of us know how this is going to turn out, but listen up. Those of you who are going to be leaving will divide into two groups. One will secure the gate, after our ally completes it, and the other will be the first group through the gate to secure the landing zone.

    "Those of you who have chosen to follow me, congratulations. You are no longer Marines of the United States of America. You are Marines who are fighting to defend our Earth, regardless of nationality. We have many allies who can fight with us -- many of whom you've seen, some of whom you've known to exhibit extraordinary powers. They are not Marines, but many of them have long defended our world, and they will fight at our sides. Understand that they are not all human. And know that they are still our allies.

    "You will fight, side-by-side, with peoples not of this Earth, and you will be united in one cause. You are not defending a people, a country, a target... a politician. You are defending your home, gentlemen, and I expect you to put up the best god-damned fight this world has ever seen."

    ***

    "What did he say?" Mousse asked, curious. "I couldn't understand most of it."

    "Um... You tell him, Ryouga," Ranma said, shaking his head.

    "He said we've got more allies to help us fight reavers today than we did yesterday," Ryouga answered quickly. "And it was a good speech."

    "Feh," Mousse snorted, "I could have said the same with a _lot_ less words. English is so inefficient."

    ***

    It was far, far too early to be awake, in Usagi's estimation. But some strange... energy? Power? Something filled the air, making her sleep restless, and leaving her to lie awake hours and hours before the dawn. Sighing unhappily, she sat up.

    Best to make the most of it, she supposed...

    When she sat up Mamoru remained asleep. She'd let him rest, she decided. He'd been remarkably unwell due to the resonance between himself and the wounded Earth, but something... something about seeing Makoto... Something had happened then, and left him in much better condition afterwards.

    She dismissed that, after a moment. All of the other girls were asleep... except for Setsuna, who had a habit of wandering off, and Haruka and Michiru, who did not.

    Frowning, she wondered where they might have gone, and resolved to track them down, crawling out from under the blanket without disturbing Mamoru, or waking the others.

    ***

    Haruka sat on one edge of the deck, her legs dangling free. Michiru crouched at her side, not as eager to be so close to the edge, while Setsuna paced behind them. "Well," Haruka said slowly. "I still can't find what's missing."

    "Me neither," Setsuna grumbled. "I wish I knew."

    "Trust, I would assume," a voice answered from the darkness.

    Setsuna spun to face the man who was standing -- acting as idle and relaxed as if there was no issue about him eavesdropping -- with his hands folded behind his back. "What -- why should I trust you?"

    "What reason do you have to not trust me? Or anyone, for that matter?" Yosho returned easily. "I can't think of any reason not to trust me. What have I done to demonstrate myself untrustworthy?"

    "Well..." Setsuna frowned darkly. "I don't trust someone who allies so closely with a thing that's not even human."

    "Insipidly shallow," Yosho returned. "But Ranma was human originally, you know."

    Setsuna was silent for a long moment. "He isn't now."

    "But he once was. And what are you looking for, anyway? Maybe, just maybe, if you were to ask him for help, he could help you. Or I could. Or any of us, really." Seeing that Setsuna had no immediate answer, he shrugged, and wheeled about. "Just think about it," he advised as he marched away.

    ***

    Usagi arrived in time to witness most of the discussion between Setsuna and Yosho. She didn't know entirely what it was about, but she was of a mind to find out. "What's going on?" she asked, glancing at Yosho as he trod away.

    "Nothing," Setsuna mumbled, rubbing wearily at her temples. "Nothing." Usagi's eyes continued their silent pleading, until Setsuna admitted, "He thinks that we should trust Ranma more."

    "Of course! Ranma-san is a very noble person. Why wouldn't you trust him?"

    "He's not human!" Setsuna snapped.

    Usagi blinked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

    "His eyes, Usagi. His ears. The fact that he can fly, and turn into a girl at will."

    "Okay... so? What does that have to do with anything? Why does that mean we can't trust him? You trust Luna and Artemis, right?"

    Setsuna choked, and struggled with her words for a long moment before ultimately giving up. "Fine," she mumbled. "Okay. I should trust him. Do you know what we're supposed to be doing, Usagi?"

    Usagi shook her head, unsure.

    "Well, we're supposed to find whoever's descended from the family on this register." So saying, she fished the register from a pocket, and displayed it to the blonde.

    Usagi studied it for a moment, before admitting, "I don't know anyone named Saotome, but doesn't Ranma-san's name sound a lot like 'Genma'? Maybe they're related." She handed the scroll back to Setsuna, not rolling it up again.

    "I really doubt that," Setsuna mumbled, rolling up the scroll carefully. "I'm pretty sure that whoever this scroll leads us to is supposed to be someone else. It would be far too convenient for it to be someone that close, but it's not easy to search."

    "Well," Usagi said thoughtfully, "that's probably not too hard. Ami-chan might be able to look it up in her computer, but why not just ask Ranma?"

    "Why would I ask him?" Setsuna asked, confused. "Ami, perhaps, but why Ranma?"

    "Because you're supposed to trust people, right?"

    "Er... Rei's dream said so, yes, but..."

    "So go find Ranma, and ask him!" Usagi said, smiling victoriously.

    Sinking her head in defeat, Setsuna heaved an exasperated sigh. "Fine... I'll ask him, already."

    Usagi smiled again, as Setsuna stalked off into darkness. "Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked Michiru and Haruka.

    Michiru obligingly produced the Deep Aqua Mirror from a pocket, and said, "We're supposed to be looking for something that will help us through whatever happens next."

    "Neat!" Usagi exclaimed. "What does it say we should be looking for?" The mirror, without any command from Michiru, shifted to display the sword against the sapling again. "Wow," Usagi cooed. "Cool! But why are you supposed to be looking for a rusty old sword?"

    Haruka sighed, shaking her head. "No clue," she answered tiredly. "I sure wish I knew."

    ***

    Ranma cocked his head to one side as he heard approaching footsteps, and turned to watch a green-haired woman march towards him, fists balled at her side. "Excuse me," she asked, in a much more polite tone than her demeanor suggested, "can I have a word with you?"

    "Okay, I guess," Ranma said, shrugging. "What about?"

    Calming herself with visible effort, the woman introduced herself, saying, "My name is Meiou Setsuna. I'm looking for someone who's supposed to be able to help us fight the reavers." She produced the scroll from her pocket and handed it to Ranma expectantly. "Do you know where this line would lead us?"

    Ranma peered at the scroll absently, his friends looking over his shoulder. Ranma froze midway down the scroll. Wincing, his friends backed away quickly, giving him a wide berth. "Saotome Genma," Ranma announced very carefully, "died killing a reaver."

    The woman stared, surprised. "Did he have any children?" she asked after a moment.

    "He... he had a son."

    "What happened to his son?"

    Eyes bright with unshed tears, luminous and blue, Ranma answered, "The Saotome honor blade is broken, Meiou. There are no more Saotome. I will tell you this much, however." He paused, collecting himself with effort. "When Saotome Genma had a son, his name was Saotome Ranma."

    Done, Ranma pressed the scroll back into Setsuna's unresisting hands. She sputtered indignantly, "You? _You_ are Saotome Ranma? You're the one I have to... oh... oh... oh no... I can't... oh... Come with me."

    She seized his arm, but he refused to budge, solidly remaining where he stood. "What do you want?" he asked, a thin edge of anger audible in his voice.

    "Saotome," she said levelly. "I -- all of us, need your help to fight the reavers. But there's something else, there's still some missing element that we need to have before we can win."

    Ranma grunted noncommittally. He glanced at his wrist, alarmed, as the blue gem there winked green. "There's a reaver nearby," he said.

    Setsuna steadfastly clung to his arm. "That clinches it, Saotome," she grumbled. "Are you going to help me, or not?"

    The boy was about to say something, but the green glow faded, leaving his wrist gem to turn blue. "Just..." he struggled with something for a long moment, and quashed it down. "Look, Meiou. I'm Ranma. _Just_ Ranma. I am _not_ a Saotome. I don't _ever_ want to be called that." He gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. "Just Ranma," he repeated quietly. "Don't call me anything else, and I'll help you. What do you want from me?"

    "Come with me," Setsuna insisted, hauling him away with far less resistance this time.

    Mousse and Ryouga exchanged a glance frowning. "What was all that about?" Mousse wondered. "I thought that she was going to push him a little _too_ hard."

    "Yeah," Ryouga grunted. "I was half expecting Ranma to snap."

    There was a brief moment of silence, before Mousse managed, "Let's make sure that he doesn't."

    "How?" Ryouga asked, befuddled.

    "Just... be there for him to talk to, I suppose. Allow him to trust us more. Without... without the girls between us, I think we have a much better chance at being friends for him."

    "Sounds like a plan," Ryouga agreed.

    ***

    "Can't you tell me a little more than 'you need me', Meiou?" Ranma grumbled, as Setsuna half led, half dragged him across the deck. "Or even better," he said, wrenching himself free of the woman, then grabbing her about the waist and floating above the deck, "just tell me where you're so hot to get to?"

    Initially set-aback by the levitation, but quickly adjusting, the woman managed to shoot a very cool and calm look at him over her shoulder, before pointing to a trio of women at the opposite edge of the deck from where he had been loitering with Mousse and Ryouga.

    Shrugging, he teleported the pair of them there, setting down the woman as she reeled from the dizziness Ranma had learned that it caused in others. As it had for him, initially. Nuku seemed immune to it, for some reason he couldn't fathom, and Washuu declined to state how it affected her. "Okay," he said, shifting his thoughts to the people about him. "What do you want with me? There's a reaver around here, somewhere. I can sense it. Ran-oh-ki tells me they're hiding beneath the sea floor. Probably waiting to attack us the moment we land."

    The blond man and the other green haired woman stood to look at him, while the energetic blonde simply gushed, "Oh, you can tell where they are? That is so cool! See, I told you he could help us if you trusted him!"

    Ranma crossed his arms over his chest, nodding at Hotaru's parents. They returned the nod carefully. "So," Ranma prompted, when they made no move to speak, "what next? You got me here, right?"

    "Oh, yeah, you're going to help us find what we need to beat the reavers when we get to Shanghai, right?" the blonde asked.

    "Yeah, sure," Ranma answered, summoning his blades to him, and spinning them across his palms in a showy manner before allowing them to vanish. All of those assembled blinked, duly impressed.

    "I'm Ten'oh Haruka," the blond man said.

    "And I'm Kaioh Michiru," the woman added by way of introduction.

    "Wait, wait... wait..." Ranma shook his head. "Ten'oh, have you ever heard of a place called Jusenkyou?"

    "No..." the man said slowly. "I've heard of it from Hibiki-san, but I've never been there, Ranma-san."

    Noting the stress on the honorific, Ranma frowned. "Okay, sorry, Ten'oh-san. Just wondering... Why do you and Hotaru all have different last names?"

    Michiru nervously explained, "We're... ah... not married, you see..."

    Ranma blinked, then narrowed his eyes, and studied Haruka closely. "Oh," he said, as his eyes automatically adjusted to his mental request for more information, shifting to a different spectrum and showing fairly informative heat-signatures. "I see. Anyway," he continued, turning to the blonde, "what's your name?"

    "Tsukino Usagi," the girl explained proudly. "Since we want your help, and we want to trust you, and you to trust us, I'll tell you the truth -- I'm also Sailor Moon."

    "Moon, eh?" Ranma asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I've been there."

    "Really? What did you think of it?"

    "Very dusty. Pretty boring, mostly. Quiet, and really dry," Ranma said offhandedly, shrugging.

    Setsuna coughed pointedly. "Before we all forget what brought us here," she announced, "can we get to work on figuring out what Ranma-san can offer to us, that will allow us to fight off the reavers?"

    "I can do lots of stuff," Ranma answered. "What do you need?"

    Michiru hesitantly motioned Ranma closer, gesturing to a small mirror in her hands. Ranma peered into it, as it displayed the image of a rusty sword leaning against a sapling. A gem hung from the hilt of the weapon, waving gently in a breeze before it vanished. Moments passed, and the image shifted to a blank scroll, a delicate, feminine hand recording two names.

    "I can't make it out," Haruka groused. "They're too faint."

    "Higurashi Kagome, wife of Inu-Yasha, fifteen thirty-two," Ranma informed her, eyes easily able to make out the image. But his eyes were also able to discern that it was less a mirror, and more a window, of some sort. Ran-oh-ki's subspace senses weren't able to pierce it from his range, leaving Ranma to guess at what it was. "Ran-oh-ki," he mumbled, summoning the creature. It dashed to his side, leaping easily to his shoulder. "Where does this lead?" he asked, pointing firmly at the mirror.

    "Miyah?" the creature noised, sniffing closely. Michiru obligingly brought the mirror closer to his nose, until the creature made a much more triumphant noise.

    "Japan," Ranma said, trying to vocalize the impressions that Ran-oh-ki's senses sent him. "Uh... I can't say where, exactly, but if I had a map, I could show you. What's this supposed to tell us?"

    Setsuna frowned muttering, "If you're right, then we've got both a location, and a time. I would assume that we have to go to that location at that time, and whatever we're supposed to get, we get there."

    "Great," Ranma said, raising his arms over his head and stretching. "Hope it's soon," he managed, as Ran-oh-ki hopped to the deck at his feet.

    "No," Setsuna snapped, "it's not soon at all. It's nearly five hundred years ago!"

    "Well, unless you got a time machine, I'd say we've hit a dead end," Ranma grumbled.

    "I... can, but... I can't," Setsuna said, struggling.

    "Talk sense, Meiou," Ranma returned.

    "She's not allowed to let people go through the Time Gate," Usagi explained.

    "But?" Ranma prompted expectantly.

    "Well," Setsuna managed, "it's happened. If you've already been through the gate, then I _have_ to let you through. Otherwise I have to stop anyone who tries."

    "Uh-huh," Ranma mumbled. "Well, let's say that somehow, I convinced you to let me go through this gate. What then?"

    "Well, then obviously you would have made it through the gate, so I'd have to let you go through," Setsuna answered, furrowing her brow.

    "Sounds like a plan," Ranma noted. "Now let's go and get this over with."

    "Right," Setsuna mumbled, summoning a staff to her side with an absent gesture. She paused, frowning, then exclaimed, "Wait! I can't let you go through the gate."

    "But you already did," Ranma countered. "Remember?"

    "Not really," the green-haired woman answered, narrowing her eyes. "I think I would, too."

    "Of course you don't remember," Ranma said offhandedly. "I tricked you. Now let's go, quickly. We've only got so much time, you know." After a pause, he added, "You _were_ the one that tried to drag me over here for my help."

    "Fine," Setsuna snapped, gesturing with the staff and seizing Ranma's hand. "If you've done it, it has to be done to preserve the time stream."

    "Yeah, yeah," Ranma muttered, which were the last words that Usagi, Michiru and Haruka heard from him as the pair vanished.

    ***

    Ranma glanced around after emerging from the Time Gate. "Huh," he said.

    The area was faintly foggy, which granted the area an ethereal, mystical quality, as will'o'wisps added their dim illumination to the mist. Trees dotted the landscape, hard to make out initially, until Ranma's eyes adjusted again. A path led the way from nearby up a gentle slope, and then further down.

    Setsuna emerged, still grumbling. "When did you trick me, anyway?" she asked.

    "Just now," Ranma said flippantly, marching up the path. "I see a house ahead."

    "Wait," Setsuna called out, confused. "What are you talking about?"

    "Don't worry about it," Ranma answered, already drawing out of sight in the mists. Setsuna hurriedly jogged to catch up, glancing into the fog worriedly. He stopped at the house he had mentioned to her, taking a moment to study it.

    It was small, but looked to be only recently built. Light seeped around the window frames, and a thin but steady plume of smoke rose from the chimney. Shrugging, Ranma knocked on the door three times -- loudly -- before Setsuna could stop him.

    She hissed at him, "What are you doing, you idiot!"

    He blinked at her in confusion. "Knocking on the door," he said. "What's it look like?"

    "You can't do that! We run too much of a risk of--" She cut herself off as the door opened, and a slim woman, dressed in a loose and flowing robe, long black hair hanging well past her shoulders, peered out at them. The woman's eyes widened, and she gasped in surprise, slamming the door shut before Setsuna or Ranma could speak.

    "Well," Ranma muttered. "That went well." He raised his hand to knock again, when the door slammed open again, and a man with an unruly mane of white hair literally flew out of the doorway, crashing into him and bearing him to the earth.

    Struggling, he phased through the dirt below him, then surfacing a short distance away, landing in a defensive stance. The man stared at him, eyes flickering about his form, and frowned. "Who the hell are you?" the man asked.

    "I could ask the same," Ranma said, eyeing the man's obviously inhuman ears. "I'm Ranma. I'm from the year nineteen ninety-nine. I'm supposed to find something here that helps me fight reavers. Apparently."

    The man crossed his arms over his chest, allowing Ranma to see the wickedly curved nails on the ends of his fingers. Claws that could have torn well into him, were the man to attempt a more vicious attack than a simple tackle. "Hmm," he mused, unsure. "I'll let you talk to Kagome."

    "Higurashi Kagome?" Ranma asked.

    "You know her?" the man responded, surprised.

    "No," Ranma said, "but I've got... wait... you're Inu-Yasha, right?"

    "Yes," the man said, nodding tersely. "How do you know?"

    "Because you're... Um, because I'm from the future."

    The man stared at him, blinking, and allowed his hands to drop to his sides. "And we're famous then?" the man asked, obviously confused.

    Ranma shrugged, glancing back to the house, and wincing. "Uh... maybe you should stop Higurashi-san before she kills Meiou?"

    Inu-Yasha jerked his attention away from Ranma, and bounced up the hill, leaving Ranma to see just how far back the tackle had thrown him. "Man," he muttered. "I guess that's where I got it from..."

    Teleporting to Setsuna's side, Ranma immediately raised his hands to illustrate his unarmed status. Kagome, not quite trusting, still held a drawn bow on Setsuna, her gaze and aim only shifting to Ranma for a second, before going back to Setsuna. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.

    "I think they can explain things," Inu-Yasha commented as he reached Kagome's side.

    Ranma nodded slowly, and Setsuna nodded much more quickly.

    ***

    Once inside, with the bow set carefully on its rack on the wall, the woman was surprisingly polite, though obviously still wary. "Now," she said, after both Ranma and Setsuna were seated, each holding a cup of tea. He had a vague suspicion that they were given tea because it would preclude the use of other weapons, but was willing to trust that Kagome wouldn't attempt to kill them. "What brings you here?" she directed the question to Ranma, shooting a disapproving glance at Setsuna before looking back to him.

    Ranma scratched the back of his head with his free hand nervously, unsettled by being in the presence of the literal heads of his own family. "Oh," he said, apologetically, "um... Higurashi-san... Er... Higurashi-sama. Um. Right. Well, we're from nineteen ninety-nine, and that's probably hard to believe--"

    The woman laughed softly, raising a hand to forestall Ranma. "I'm from the same time you are, Ranma-san. Now, Inu-Yasha," she gestured to the man, lounging indolently across the floor at her side, "is from this time. Regardless, there's no need for you to call me 'sama'."

    "Um... Okay, Higurashi-san. Um. Anyway, do you know what reavers are?"

    The woman frowned. "Large, wicked creature, with eight claws, and acidic blood?"

    "Yeah, that's them. Um. We're supposed to be fighting them at Shanghai soon, and I'm supposed to get something from you... uh... some rusty sword, I guess."

    Kagome's frown deepened, and she asked, "Why would you want a rusty sword?" Inu-Yasha nodded, his ears perking at the mention.

    "I'm not sure," Ranma admitted. "Some magic mirror told us we needed it."

    The woman shook her head. "I might know what you're talking about, but... why would we want to give it to you?"

    "Uh... well... Um... Meiou, can I have the register?" Ranma asked, turning to the woman.

    Frowning, Setsuna handed it over. "I really don't approve," she muttered.

    "Right. Um. Here's the family register, though I guess this is the really really old copy, because my... anyway, go ahead and take a look at this," he said, handing it carefully to Kagome.

    She accepted it, gently unrolling the ancient paper, and reading it by the flickering lamplight. "Oh, my," she murmured. "Well, then... what does this have to do with you?"

    "Saotome Genma was my father," Ranma answered cautiously. "And my... my mother was Saotome Nodoka."

    Kagome pursed her lips, thoughtful. "Is that so?" she asked. "I recognize my own handwriting. Inu-Yasha, this young man is claiming to be our many-times great-grandson."

    Inu-Yasha's jaw dropped, promptly allowing his face to slide out of his hand and slam into the floor. He righted himself quickly, peering closely at Ranma, and sniffing at the air cautiously. "He might be," Inu-Yasha allowed. "But why would he be half-youkai? Shouldn't you be entirely human?"

    Ranma winced, sighing. "I'm not youkai. I'm masu. I was human, though. Once. I... I got hurt really badly fighting against a reaver, and the woman that patched me up made me into this, so I can fight reavers better. 'Course, I was just getting used to the curse, so--"

    "Curse?" Inu-Yasha and Kagome asked in tandem.

    "Uh... shoot. Um, short story, cursed springs, China, cold water turned me into a girl, and hot water would change me back. Now I mostly just turn into a girl whenever I get hurt too bad, or split in half."

    "I see," Kagome said quietly. "So, you are Saotome Ranma... interesting."

    Ranma winced, shaking his head. "Uh... there's a small problem there, since, I guess you don't need to talk to me if you don't want to, but I guess when I think about it, it hasn't happened for another couple hundred years... uh... Mom and Pops had a contract that said I'd grow up to be really manly.

    "When she saw that I wasn't really... entirely human anymore, and then saw the curse, she pretty much kicked me out of the clan, so I'm not even a Saotome anymore. Just... Ranma." He swallowed abruptly, tilting his head back, and studying the ceiling. "Like I said, if you want me to leave, I can," he concluded, voice thick.

    "I... see," Kagome said slowly. "Inu-Yasha, I very much want to believe this young man. Can you please fetch me the Shikon jewel?"

    The man nodded, bouncing out of the house in a moment. Ranma coughed, while Setsuna looked politely away, and allowed the boy to rub at his eyes. "Anyway," he continued, fighting to keep a small quaver out of his voice, "we keep on going, and we keep on fighting, trying to get as many people off the planet as we can, and kill all the reavers we find."

    "Off the planet?" Kagome asked, obviously intrigued.

    "Yes," Setsuna asserted. "Ranma-san, uh, has made friends with a few people from a planet called 'Jurai', and they're evacuating as many people as they can. Otherwise, we're headed to China on a fleet with what survivors we could round up."

    "Hmm," Kagome mused, shaking her head. "Were fate to be otherwise, Inu-Yasha and I might have ended up there, instead of here."

    There was a moment of silence then, Ranma sipping at his tea, and firmly refusing to meet Kagome's gaze until Inu-Yasha returned. The necklace he had briefly seen in the mirror's image was clutched in his left hand, and he passed it to Kagome before shutting the door and sitting attentively at her side.

    Kagome studied the pearl-like gem closely, and said, "Tell me, Ranma... Why do you want a weapon?"

    "I don't know if I need another weapon," Ranma answered, "but if I do, then I want to so that I can kill reavers, and... and like Terry said, so I can protect."

    Kagome smiled beatifically, and nodded, tucking her necklace into a pocket. "I sense the truth in your words," she said. "And I know that you didn't lie about anything else, either. Inu-Yasha, I think we should help them."

    Inu-Yasha frowned, nodding dubiously. "I guess," he said after a moment, staring at Ranma thoughtfully. "Well, if you're some grandson of mine, I guess we should hurry."

    "Yes," Setsuna advised. "Relative time is maintained, so every minute here is more-or-less a minute there, and I don't want to toy with that, because meeting myself leaving would be... awkward."

    Kagome raised an eyebrow. "That might explain why the well worked in the manner it did," she muttered.

    Ranma rose, following Inu-Yasha outside.

    ***

    Inu-Yasha's steps were solid, and he dashed as quickly as he could across the soft turf, pleased to see that Ranma was able to keep pace. It was an odd sensation, he thought, to know that he was meeting... his own many-times great-grandson. He planned on using the Shikon jewel to turn himself human -- he had no desire to outlive Kagome.

    Outlasting another love, as bitter as it had turned, had taught him that much.

    But there was a subtle joy in knowing that he would have a child. Or maybe children. He hadn't read the register as Kagome had, and intended to allow himself to be surprised. And meeting the obvious fruit of their attempts was rewarding, too. Inu-Yasha didn't know much of Ranma's life, outside of what the boy had mentioned, and Inu-Yasha completely disagreed with Ranma's mother banishing him from the clan -- as far as he could tell, his word superceded hers anyway -- but he had to admire the boy's will. Almost as firm as his own, truly.

    He came to a stop in a clearing, a large cairn of stones -- intentionally grave-like -- that was really only a short distance from the house. He had led Ranma on a much more roundabout route more for the joy of running than anything else.

    The Tetsusaiga itself would be safe enough. There simply weren't as many youkai to worry about as there once had been. Barring that, Inu-Yasha remained alert enough to know if someone were to tamper with the cairn, and the stones would weigh enough that even stronger oni would have difficulty moving them quickly.

    Flexing his arms, he stepped up to the cairn, easily twice his own height, and seized the first of the boulders, slinging it to the ground carelessly. The effort made him grunt, and Ranma joined him at the other side, grabbing another boulder and flinging it to land aside Inu-Yasha's. Inu-Yasha grinned, and Ranma smiled back grimly. "This area used to be really rocky," Inu-Yasha explained, grunting with effort again as he heaved another boulder. "I rounded up all the stones in the area, and piled them here before we had the house built."

    "Yeah?" Ranma asked, working right alongside Inu-Yasha. "Thought it should be rockier when I walked to the house. Seen a few forests like this when me and Pops were out training."

    "Your father trained you a lot, huh?"

    "Yeah. Wanted to make me into a 'man among men'." He swore briefly, hurling another stone to Earth. "And look how I turned out," he grumped, taking a moment to rest, and regarding Inu-Yasha levelly. "You know how hard it is to be manly when a splash of cold water makes you look like this?" he asked bitterly. His form wavered, and contracted, spiky black hair turning red, accented curves emerging and strengthening as 'he' became 'she'.

    Inu-Yasha raised both eyebrows, studying his theoretical progeny. "It's probably really annoying," he allowed. "But it could be worse."

    "How?"

    "You could have a cursed hole in your hand that sucks in everything around you, and eventually swallows your body up," he noted.

    Ranma blinked in confusion, shifting back to his male form. "Okay," he acquiesced, "that might suck a little more, but at least I could have faced my mother."

    Inu-Yasha grunted, heaving another boulder. "I don't think your mother should have done that," he muttered. "I wouldn't have."

    Shrugging, Ranma set back to work. "I hear that a lot. But, what's done, is done."

    Together, they made short work of the stone pile, though Ranma seemed to have much more strength than his form belied. Inu-Yasha nodded in approval, then cracked his knuckles and faced what lay beneath the mound of stones. The Shikon jewel was merely hidden underneath the house, to keep it close by, but the Tetsusaiga wasn't something they would need to reach quickly. At least, not anymore.

    "Well," Inu-Yasha said, gesturing to the massive stone slab, "I got some friends to seal this pretty good... Let's hope they don't decide to give me hell for breaking the seals." Digging into the soil at the side of the stone, he scratched with his claws until he felt a slip of paper, which he was able to tear with a minimal effort. "That should do it," he mumbled, placing both hands beneath the edge of the stone to lever it up.

    It rose slowly, ponderously, and Ranma moved to help, easily matching Inu-Yasha's own strength, and shortly, the stone was standing upright. Ranma stepped back, and Inu-Yasha took the box that had been buried beneath the stone, long enough to contain the blade, and locked securely, then warded and sealed on top of that. "Kagome will have to break the other seals," he explained, hefting the box over one shoulder. "Let's get back to the house."

    Ranma nodded, following Inu-Yasha back.

    ***

    Kagome nodded in satisfaction. "I think," she said primly, "that you owe us that for trying to hurt Inu-Yasha as badly as you had."

    "Fine. Fine!" Setsuna groused. "I said I was sorry, already!"

    "I'm sure you are," Kagome said demurely, hiding a smile behind her wrist, as she pretended to cough.

    Inu-Yasha trudged into the house at that moment, a long, iron box on his shoulder. Kagome made room, and he set it on the table. Ranma followed, carefully shutting the door, and gathering his then cold tea. Smiling warmly at Ranma, Kagome broke the paper seals on the box, before turning her attention to the pair of large, sturdy padlocks on the side.

    "Those look pretty modern," Ranma noted.

    "I took them back with me," Kagome answered, frowning. "Where _did_ I put the keys? Oh yes..."

    Inu-Yasha rolled his eyes, moving to the room's one small bookshelf, and retrieving them from a small vase. Shooting him a reproving glance, Kagome unlocked the padlocks and set them aside, allowing Inu-Yasha to raise the lid.

    It opened slowly, rust and age making it resistant, but ultimately gave, revealing the simple sword, still in its scabbard, wrapped in a voluminous red cloth. "Heh," Inu-Yasha mumbled retrieving the red cloth, and then the sword. "Didn't think I'd see these again any time soon."

    "Weren't you wearing that when we last met?" Setsuna asked.

    Inu-Yasha frowned, nodding. "Yeah. Why?" he asked.

    "I thought it would have been... marked, that's all."

    "Feh," Inu-Yasha grumbled. "It's made of sterner stuff. And so am I."

    Kagome swatted him over the head in a good-natured manner. "Hurry up," she chastised. "They have to hurry."

    "Right," Inu-Yasha mumbled. "Um... I'm not too good with words, Ranma, but I'll tell you this much. You're fighting where I wish I was, so I'm going to give you something to let the monsters remember the whole family by. Ranma, I want to present you with this," he said, handing over the red robes.

    Ranma accepted them, impressed. "What are they?" he asked, curious.

    "My old robes. Made from fire-rat hides," Inu-Yasha assured him. "They're pretty decent armor. Probably better than you'd expect. They also mend really well when they get torn."

    Shrugging, Ranma struggled into the robes, pleased with the fit. Inu-Yasha eyed him appraisingly. "Now that's something to be proud of," he remarked. Shaking his head, he handed over the sword, saying, "I expect you to make us even prouder."

    Kagome smiled, nodding pleasantly and producing a paper and quill-pen, along with a small bottle of ink. "Indeed. Show me, Ranma, how do you write your name?"

    Ranma shrugged, quickly scrawling the kanji for his name down. "Just like that," he mumbled. "Nothing special."

    Studying it quickly, Kagome nodded again. "Better than Inu-Yasha's handwriting. Very well, Higurashi Ranma. Make us _all_ proud." With that, she leant forward, kissing him gently on the cheek. "There will be a safe-deposit box awaiting you in Shanghai -- I'll see to it that my descendants know to pass it on for you, and you'll know then that it's official. Meiou-san has agreed to help locate it."

    Stunned, Ranma only gaped, nearly dropping the sheathed blade. "But... but... I thought..."

    "Hush, now. You need to hurry back, don't you? I wish I could talk to you longer, I truly do... but you must hurry."

    "Um." Ranma stared at his feet, already more confident than Setsuna had seen him before. "Okay," he said. "I will do my best, Higurashi-sama. I will do everything I can to protect everyone I can."

    Inu-Yasha clapped a hand onto Ranma's shoulder. "Remember that," he said. "Always remember that, and the Tetsusaiga will serve you very well. If you ever forget, it will be useless to you. Now, go."

    Stumbling, Ranma nodded his way out the door, Setsuna just ahead of him. Spinning before his feet could take him far enough to hide him from their eyes, Ranma turned again to face his ancestors, and saluted them proudly with the still-sheathed weapon.

    Inu-Yasha grinned like a madman, pride and joy shining in his eyes, while something similar -- perhaps admiration -- shone in Kagome's. They both waved, Inu-Yasha dropping a hand to encircle her waist in a familiar manner.

    Turning away again, Ranma allowed the tears to flow from his eyes, as Setsuna opened the Time Gate, grumbling in annoyance quietly. But Ranma was far beyond caring about that, lost in his own whirling emotions.

    ***

    Ryouga cracked his knuckles, frowning grumpily. "We're going to make shore in an hour," he muttered in annoyance. "Where's Ranma?"

    "Busy, I'd imagine," Mousse answered mildly, sharpening one of the random blades he kept in his robes.

    Ryouga snorted, shaking his head. Scurrying to their feet, and making a frantic noise, Ranma's partner stumbled, rolling into a ball and colliding with Ryouga's ankle. He growled, righting himself, and gave another frantic, "Miyah!" before turning to run off.

    Putting away his blade, Mousse adjusted his spectacles. "Do you suppose we should follow him?" he asked curiously.

    At his side, Ryouga nodded, patting Checkers on the head. "Wait here," he commanded the dog, then running after the small creature. Mousse trailed after him, and moments later, they reached the aft section of the ship, where the creature froze, growling at the last two meters between it and the edge of the deck.

    "Well," Mousse said, frowning, "there's nothing here worthy of making a fuss over."

    As if to prove him wrong, a gargantuan black mass launched itself out of the water, streaking upwards. The boys ducked back when a flurry of black claws bit into the deck, scrambling for purchase, and the bulk of a reaver righted itself, gleaming eyes fixing on them in the darkness.

    "Someone sound an alarm!" Ryouga shouted as loudly as he could, sliding forward and slamming his fist into the reaver's side. The creature took the blow, slipping off the edge of the ship, and falling back to the sea. "Crap!" he yelled, sudden realization setting in. "We have no idea where the hell these things are -- they could be on other ships, too!"

    The deck gave a startling lurch, and Mousse winced. "Or underneath them," he noted.

    Alarms and lights began to emanate from ships all over the fleet, and Ryouga shrugged. "What now?" he asked. "We can't fight them in the water."

    Mousse shrugged in return, scrambling backwards as the reaver again leapt atop the ship's deck. Ryouga growled, and retrieved his umbrella. The reaver seemed more cautious, having already been knocked into the sea once. Steam rose from its body as it stomped forward, claws ripping into the steel plating of the deck. It howled, a shrill, piercing noise, and lashed out with a pair of claws.

    The umbrella blocked one neatly, and Ryouga found himself struggling against the creature's massive strength. Shockingly, to him, he was able to resist, if not well. The deck beneath his feet buckled slowly, as he was pressed into it by the monstrous forces being exerted by the reaver. The other claw, he noted with relief, was firmly tangled in Mousse's chain. The bespectacled Chinese boy took no pause, releasing one chain, and throwing another to foul the creature's balance further.

    "We need help," Ryouga grunted, as Mousse's chain writhed like a living thing, weaving itself about the claw he was struggling with. Stepping back, Ryouga stumbled, Mousse quickly helping him to his feet, as the reaver toppled like a fallen giant. Scampering out of the way, Ranma's partner tore away, running quickly towards the refugees.

    "Why can't it break the chains?" Mousse asked dumbly. "Or go through them?"

    "I don't know," Ryouga answered, slamming his umbrella into the thing's hide forcefully, buckling the deck further. "And I don't care! We just need to kill it, and fast, 'cause it's going to be a hell of a lot harder to fight these things on another ship."

    Mousse nodded in agreement, throwing a small cluster of needles from one sleeve with as much force as he could muster towards the writhing creature's eyes. The majority of the needles pierced the eyes, driving the creature into a convulsing frenzy, its piercing howl serving far better than any alarm could, as it bled acidic ichor across the deck. "Careful," Mousse warned, "the fumes are toxic!"

    Ryouga took a few short steps back, as the reaver gave one massive shrug, sundering Mousse's chains, and righting itself angrily. "Got any more ideas?" Ryouga asked, ducking one claw and deflecting another with the umbrella. "I can't crack this thing's shell!"

    Mousse grimaced, knowing that despite his potentially better agility, he could never hope to even match Ryouga's strength. And if he couldn't crack its hide... "Stall it!" he said. "Washuu gave the Americans some kind of weapon -- let's hope they get here fast!"

    Help arrived, however unexpected. "Sparkling wide pressure!"

    Feeling the air become oddly charged, Mousse and Ryouga both exploded away from the reaver, Ryouga leaping fast and low, Mousse in a much higher arc. His scalp tingled, as a bilious ball of crackling electricity hurtled through the morning air, slamming into the reaver forcefully. The ball detonated, electricity washing across the monster violently.

    The creature stumbled, and slid backwards across the deck a short distance, live electricity writhing across its hide as it twitched. Ryouga and Mousse landed a moment later, and Ryouga reflexively ripped a handful of bandanas from his head before turning to look back at the source of the explosion of lightning. Standing there, as proudly as the assembled senshi had been the first night that their paths had crossed, was Jupiter, green skirt billowing in the backlash of the released energies she had hurled at the monster.

    "Man," Ryu said, seeming to melt from the air at her side, "you throw like a girl, Mako-chan."

    The girl's proud grin faded, and she stared at Ryu in consternation. "I am a girl," she defended herself.

    "Well, yeah, but... aw, look, I'll teach you to throw better later," he mumbled, shaking his head.

    "Hey! _You_ try throwing a ball of lightning around, and we'll see--"

    "HELLO!" Mousse yelled at the pair. "Big monster! Who knows how many more of them are around? And it's still not dead!"

    Jolted, Ryu and Makoto both turned to face the reaver, recovering already from the charge, and climbing to its feet. Mousse rolled his eyes, another length of chain emerging from his robes and falling into his ready hands. "What next?" he asked tersely.

    Ryouga shrugged, hurling his bandanas haphazardly at the reaver. "Keep stalling it," he answered, grimacing. The cloth projectiles whirled, laden with the boy's own ki, biting viciously into the hide, and chipping out small chunks of the carapace.

    Mousse stared, blinking, then shrugged, and wove his chain through the thing's legs again. Ryouga set in with his belt, drawing it from his waist and snapping it stiffly like a blade. While not as solid as the umbrella, and far too flimsy to deflect a reaver's claw, the belt managed to slowly hack up segments of the monster's hide.

    Finding itself taking more damage, the reaver turned to face Ryouga squarely, fully four claws sweeping together to try and shut on him like pincers. Ryouga danced out of range past one pair, but was far too slow to dodge the second. To his surprise, the claws were stopped, Ryu having interposed himself and catching them roughly.

    Ryu's feet were set, and he grit his teeth, arms both outstretched and trembling. Not wasting any more time, Ryouga bellowed a fierce battle cry, and swung down on one of the crushing limbs full-force. The belt cut rudely through the armored and protrusion covered surface, spraying a sharp fountain of deadly ichor upwards and out towards the boys.

    [End, Chapter Eight, Part One]

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    Author's Notes:

    I love Resistance Line.

    Thanks to Ginrai, Ladegard, Slacker, Bjorn, David 'Fido' Lindquist, Aaron Nowack, Alex Raven, William Dix, and MageOhki for pre-reading.

    For those who want to know, there is a running tally of losses incured to the reavers, though it _will_ contain _*spoilers*_, if you read it before this chapter. You can find that here:

    http://www.rakhal.com/durandall/poe/tally.html

    Remember, SPOILERS, so read the fic first. :p