And Here is part four.  Enjoy and any C&C is welcome...
 
 
 

                              Ranma 1/2
                                 Anijza
                               Part Two:
                      'In Hell as In Forever'

                         Nicholas Stone
 
 

                           The Arrival
       
Low groans echoed around a dimly lit room, groans that gave way to
several gasp as Ranma Saotome slowly regained continuousness.  He opened
his eyes; vision blurred and as they focused took in his new
surroundings.
       Some sort of dungeon chamber, Ranma realized that he was again in
the clutches of Anijza.  "Damn!" he snapped and tried to sit up, but as
he did, something thick and strong tightened preventing him from moving.
Ranma cast a look over at one arm and found it wrapped tightly by the
links of a sturdy looking chain affixed to a metal pole.  He lay on some
sort of altar each limb similarly bound, spread eagle awaiting sacrifice
or whatever machinations Anijza would have of him.
       Ranma sighed, laying his head back trying to relax.  He gave his
bindings another look then gathered his strength and began pulling on
them trying to break the links.  It did no good, the chains holding
fast.
       "Stop it, Ranma," called Anijza's voice.
       Startled, Ranma tipped his head back up and found Anijza standing
at the foot of the altar.  She was clearly annoyed; eyes narrowed her
lips pressed tight together.  He stopped struggling but maintained a
dark stare on her as she came around to one side.
       "You, mister, have caused me a great deal of trouble," said
Anijza, sitting on the edge of the altar.
       "I am so glad to hear that," replied Ranma.
       She ignored his comment.  "Belial has been raging at me about my
raid into his realms.  I had to give him several hundred souls as
appeasement to prevent him from filing a complaint with my Master."
       "Aw, I'm sure that hurt."
       Anijza face turned down into a dark sneer.  "You should hold back
those barbed comments, Ranma," she continued, "my patience is nearing an
end with you."
       "Then why didn't you let me fall into the fire, huh?"
       Taloned fingers suddenly gripped down on Ranma's chest, raking
slowly across his flesh leaving behind a bloody trail as they did.
Ranma tensed, teeth grit tight as the pain coursed through him, but he
would not allow her the satisfaction of a scream.
       The defiance in Ranma's eyes made Anijza pause.  Her fingers
returned to normal and she forced away her anger.  "Ranma," she began,
cooing lovingly to him.  Her fingers began playing across his chest
again and as they did the scars were healed up.  "I wish you'd accept
me.  I am not the enemy here."
       "What!" cried Ranma.  "You kidnap and make me a prisoner in Hell,
and say you are not the enemy?"
       "I am not!" she snapped back at him.  "Ranma, I deeply love you
can you not see this?"
       Ranma went silent staring at her.  He let out a short laugh and
looked away.  "Some love," he replied, jerking on the chains again.
       "Those are necessary now since you keep trying to escape me."
       "And I'm going to keep on trying too!"
       His angry words made Anijza sit up, staring down at him with a
dark frown.  A spark flickered briefly in her eyes then Anijza giggled.
       "You must know by now that there is no returning back to your
world, Ranma."
       "I'll find a way," said Ranma.
       Anijza reached down and began caressing the side of Ranma's face.
He refused to look at her, staring out at the far side of the dungeon.
       "You will learn, my love," she gently said.  "We will grow to
love one another, and if the Master allows, maybe even sire young to-."
       Ranma whipped his head around.  "Why me, Anijza?" he asked.
       Anijza withdrew her hand confused by the question.  Ranma's livid
expression slowly changed into a sad frown.
       "Why, Anijza?  Why did you pick me?"
       She stood and moved away as if thinking.  Ranma remained silent
wondering what this demonic woman was contemplating.  Finally she turned
around again.
       "Hmm.  I suppose you do deserve that much of an explanation," she
said.
       "I just don't understand it.  I've never met you before and yet
you act like we're close companions."
       Anijza laughed.  "Closer than you might think, Ranma-darling."
       "Why!"
       For moment she hesitated and then Anijza sat back down on the
edge of the altar.  "I've been meaning to show this to you anyway," she
told him.
       "Show me what?"
       She smiled, standing back up.  "You'll see," said Anijza, heading
towards one of the entryways.  Halfway there, she stopped and looked
slyly over her shoulder.
       "Are you coming?"
       "Like to, but I seem to be chained down to this slab," answered
Ranma.
       In a second, Ranma felt the chains binding him go slack allowing
him to sit upright.  They still hung around his body, but now he had
enough room to move fairly well without interference.  Ranma stood up.
       "Well?" asked Anijza again.
       He smirked deciding to take a chance and run.  Before he could
make even one step in the opposite direction, the chains around him
tightened rebinding his limbs together.  The next thing Ranma knew he
was lying face down on the floor struggling against their pressure.
Anijza watched him writhe on the cold floor before walking calmly over.
       "I'm not stupid Ranma," she said, "Those chains are enchanted and
will prevent you from running away."
       Ranma groaned as the chains drew tighter about his body.
       "You should stop," continued Anijza, squatting down.  "They have
no feelings, and they will wind tighter and tighter until you are a mass
of broken bones.  Then I will heal you, and if you try again they will
repeat their actions."
       Seeing that he was at Anijza mercy, Ranma stopped struggling.
The chains also stopped but kept him firmly in their grasp.
       "See?  That wasn't so hard, now was it?" said Anijza.  She stood
up and began walking towards the corridor again.
       "I may not try to run, Anijza!" shouted Ranma, "but I don't have
to go anywhere with you!"
       She stopped and Ranma could see her heave a deep sigh.  "Bring
him!" she called out, and the chains came to life once more.  They
shifted around him, and despite his resistance, forced Ranma's arms
behind his back.  Like a puppet Ranma was pulled to his feet.  His legs
began to stiffly move him forwards ignoring his cries for them to stop.
       "Alright, alright, alright!" he finally called out.  The forceful
movements ceased.  "I'll... I'll follow you," said Ranma in bitter
defeat.
       "Now that's a good boy," replied Anijza.
       They walked on down into the dimly lit corridor.  Ranma, his arms
still bound behind him, could barely make out Anijza as they traveled
along the winding paths.  The walls of the corridor changed it seemed.
More like rough rock and stone as if they were in some dank tunnel.
Finally, the corridor opened up and Ranma stopped gasping at what lay
before them.
       They stood looking across a large cavern extending as far as
their eyes could see, several fingers from an unseen river snaking along
the bottom floor.  What held Ranma in awe though were the pillars of
water cascading up towards openings in the roof, and in them he saw
shadowy forms floating aimlessly about.
       "What is this place," he said.
       "One of my many responsibilities, Ranma," answered Anijza.  "You
don't know where we are?"
       "Should I?"
       Anijza looked at him then let out a low harrumph, continuing on
down the path.  Ranma followed and they were soon walking amidst the
pillars of water.
       "I am caretaker of these pools, Ranma," explained Anijza.  "I
ensure they are continuously fed from the River Styx or Bairiki
depending on your faith, and I update them as needed."
       "Update?"
       "Oh yes.  We here in Hell like to stay up to date on the latest
happening of your plain."  Anijza pointed off to some pillars on their
far right.  "Those are the latest pools I've made."
       Ranma stared hard at them.  A dark silhouette appeared in one and
he made out a box like thing swirling around in the water.  It grew
clear and he frowned.
       "A computer?"
       "Top of the line," replied Anijza.
       Ranma shook his head, blinking his eyes several times to clear
them.  "Anijza, where are we?"
       She again gave him a serious stare. "You still don't know?"
       "Anijza!"
       She just harrumphed again walking on.  Soon they reached what
appeared to be the end of the path.
       "These are my oldest pools, Ranma," announced Anijza, spreading
her arms wide.  He looked at the mass of pillars making out the forms of
fish, dogs, a stone Buddha?   Ranma still lost to where they were,
suddenly drew in a breath.  He stared at one pillar, at the floating
form of a small cat inside.  It looked familiar, and then it dawned on
him.
       "Oh my gosh," he muttered in shock.  His head looked frantically
around until he spotted a pillar with another familiar figure inside.
       The lifeless form of a red-headed girl.
       "Jusenko!  We-we-we're under Jusenko!"
       "Ah, you finally figured it out!"
       Ranma looked around some more.  "Where is it?  Where is it!"
       "Where is what?"
       "Pool of Drowned Man!  I've got to find it!"
       He spotted a male floating in one of the far pillars and his eyes
grew wide.  "There it is!" cried Ranma, springing out towards it.  He
never cleared the edge of the path, Anijza grabbing him with a powerful
grip around one ankle.  Ranma slammed to the ground.
       "Anijza, please!  You don't understand. I need to get in there!"
       "I understand completely, Ranma," she replied.  Ranma stopped,
turning around to face her.
       Anijza helped back to his feet and brushed away the grit from his
face and shoulders.  "I understand, but you will not need it."
       Ranma frowned.  "What?" he said but Anijza only smiled.  "Anijza,
what does this have to do with us and our meeting?"
       A sad looked appeared on Anijza's face.  She inched closer to
him, running her fingers playfully across his chest.
       "You don't remember?" she said.
       "Remember what?"
       Anijza inched closer.  "You fell into the pool.  You slipped down
towards the bottom, lost, unable to find your way."  Her voice dropped
into a low whisper, rising up on her toes lips moving towards his.
       "I found you.  I held you.  I looked into you face.  I gave you a
kiss just like this."
       Her lips pressed against his and Ranma felt himself drifting
back, back into a dark watery realm, his lungs burning for air.  A hand
wraps around his torso and he's pulled up, staring into the loveliest
pair of slate-grey...!"
       Ranma yelped, staggering back away from Anijza, terror written on
his face.  "No!" he said trying to come to grips with the situation.
       "Yes, Ranma, I saved you, and I fell madly in love with you that
day," Anijza said.
       "No, no, this can't be happening to me!" cried Ranma.  He dropped
to his knees and began to sob, hanging his head.
       Anijza stared at him; a brow arched watching her future consort's
despair with similar empathy.  He was close to breaking, but now there
was just one thing left to do that would seal their togetherness
forever.
       "Ranma," she called.  He looked up, streaks of tears glistening
his cheeks.  "I said I was going to help you and so I am.  Stand up."
       He did and she moved towards him.  Ranma took a step back.  "No!"
shouted Anijza and the chains immediately locked tight holding him
immobile.  Ranma could only gaze in terror as Anijza reached out to him.
       "This will hurt, but it will be worth it," she said.
       Her hands took hold of Ranma's head on both side and then a sharp
stabbing pain coursed though his body.  Anijza's fingers felt like they
were melding with his skull, flesh tearing and ripping as if it was
being pulled apart.  The snap of bone and sinew grew loud and Ranma
fought to hold back his cries.  It was too much and he yelled as high as
his lungs allowed.  More ripping sounded, Ranma pleading for Anijza to
stop whatever she was doing to him.  For a second it felt like part of
him had just been ripped free of his body, and then the pain subsided.
Ranma opened his eyes and he lay on the ground.  He moaned and then
Anijza's hands held him up.
       "Ranma-darling, I'm so sorry, but I had to do it!  I had too!"
       "...do... do what," he said in a weak voice.
       Another moan suddenly echoed around the cavern walls.  Ranma
slowly sat up searching for the source.  There lying not far away lay a
girl with red hair, naked and glistening with moisture like a new born
babe.  She drew herself up on her arms and slowly looked around at him.
       "R-R-Ranko," gasped Ranma.
       Ranko stared back in silence.  Her eyes cut around her
surroundings and stopped on Anijza.  A sad frown appeared, and Ranko
started nibbling nervously on her bottom lip.  She let out a sob,
pushing a fist to her mouth to stop her cries and turned away from them.
       "Why?" asked Ranma to Anijza.
       "Can't have you turning into a girl every time you get wet, can
we?"
       He looked at Ranko again lost for words.
       "You're free, Ranma," continued Anijza, "Free of your curse, and
all mine as it should be."
       Nausea overtook Ranma then.  His mind could take no more as her
words echo through his brain.  "Mine as it should be," was the last
thing he heard before darkness engulfed him...
 
* * * * *
 
       Evening approached, Cologne staring out at the waning sky
wondering if what she and her associates were about to do was the right
thing.  Behind her, in the living room all of the furniture had been
moved out and on the floor Happosai crawling around finishing the mystic
emblems needed to begin their task.
       She sighed and walked over to examine his work.  Three large
concentric rings surrounded a pentagram with a five pointed star inside
it, ancient tomes and symbols carefully inscribed between each space.  A
circle had been drawn in the hexagonal center of the star, several lines
bisecting it into even parts.  All appeared to be in order and Cologne
looked up at the rest of the people standing around its edges.
       "Hikaru, are you ready?" she asked.
       Gosunkugi, sitting in the far right corner, stopped eyeing the
large drum in his lap and looked up.  "So what am I supposed to do with
this again?"
       Cologne briefly rolled her eyes.  "You are the key master,
Hikaru.  You must beat the time once we start to open the portal that
will take Akane and the other to Hell."
       Nabiki shuddered.  "I just don't like the way she says that, she
said, rubbing her arms.
       "Fear not, Nabiki," said Tatewaki, "I will be present and that
will be more than enough to ward off any evils."
       "Ooo, I feel so safe," said Ukyo, gagging at his remark.
       Finally, Happosai finished and stood up.  "The magic is in
place," his warbled demonic voice told them.
       "Then it is time," announced Cologne.
       "What do you want us to do now?" asked Akane.
       Cologne could see the girl was anxious to get started on their
journey.  "First thing, Akane get Ranma's ashes."
       Shampoo started sharply.  "Akane, you have Ranma's ashes?" she
cried.
       "So, you sneaked out behind our backs and stole them before I
could," added Kodachi.
       "I did not sneak behind your backs," snapped Akane.  "You were
slow!"
       "Husband's ashes belong to Shampoo!"
       "Hey, wait one minute-," said Ukyo.
       A hard stomp of Cologne's staff stopped them.
       "Girls!" she said, "We are trying to get Ranma back.  This is not
the time to be arguing about such a trivial thing.  Akane, please."
       Akane left to do as she was told.  Meanwhile, Cologne went over
to the patio where they had set the table, calling for Ono Tofu to
accompany her.  On it were nine short glasses and the sealed jar of
blood taken from Anijza's creature.  Taking out several more of the
silken cloths that sealed the jar, she opened it and began pouring
portions of the blood into the glasses.  Ono quickly re-covered and
sealed each one as she did.
       Akane returned carrying a small black lacquered box in her
trembling hands.  "Good," said Cologne, bounding over to her.  She undid
the ribbon and lifted the lid, peering inside.  A small pile of dark ash
lay at the bottom and she nodded.
       "This will do," said Cologne re-closing the lid.  "Now go and
spread them cross the water of the furo."
       "Not in the furo!" exclaimed Kasumi.
       "It must be there, Kasumi."
       She huffed and crossed her arms.  "You don't have to clean it,
either," Kasumi remarked, turning her head up.
       As Akane went to spread Ranma's ashes, Cologne bounded back
across the room.  Giving her time to complete the task, and to give
Kasumi a short puzzled stare, she motioned to Ono and he brought in the
glasses of blood.  When Akane arrived, Cologne began passing them out to
those that would be going on this dark trip.
       "Ono, kneel there," she said pointing to a spot on the outer ring
adjacent to the star's top left point.  Pointing to the bottom right
point, Kasumi went and knelt down giving Ono a cheerful wave.
       "You two represent Honor and Love," explained Cologne.  She
directed Soun to the right top point, Genma taking the bottom left.
"You two represent the bonds of friendship and security."
       "Such is a father's duty," commented Soun.
       "Hush!" snapped Cologne.  She looked over at Happosai, pointing
to the top point of the star.  "You represent hate," she told him as he
went over to his position.
       "Figures," grumbled the old man.
       "So where do you want us?" said Ryoga.  "Or are we playing
hopscotch between the lines?"
       All but Cologne chuckled at his joke, stifling their laughs
beneath her annoyed stare.  The sage hopped over to the outer ring
across from the inner right corner of the star.  "Tatewaki," she said.
He walked over and she positioned him facing towards the center of the
pentagram.
       "Shampoo, behind him."  
       A line soon formed, Konatsu, Kodachi, Ukyo, Mousse, Nabiki, Akane
and finally Ryoga making up the rear.
       "Now all we need is a Disco Ball and some music," jokes Mousse.
       "Silence!" snapped Cologne, dinging him sharply on his head.  She
went back to the front of the line.
       "Listen to me carefully, kids.  Do everything I tell you without
question from here on out.  Understand?"
       They all nodded.  Cologne placed the base of her staff on the
floor.  She began muttering a chant, and then slowly walked backwards
along the adjoining line.  The bottom of her staff flared up, flames
flickering around its edges.  As she dragged it along, a deep gouge
appeared in the wooden floor.  Kasumi drew in a sharp gasp, hands
clutching the side of her head.
       "My floor!"
       Soun began to cry.  "It will take us months to get that repaired
and paid for."
       Cologne ignored the complaints, dragging the staff along until
she reached the middle of the pentagram.  With a shot hop she bounded
back landing between Kasumi and Genma.
       "I will direct each and every one of you into your proper places.
Tatewaki, you are the first.  Go to the middle of the pentagram along
that line I just made.  Do not deviate from it then stop.  When I say,
go to bottom left point where the crossing lines end.  You will kneel
facing outwards and await further instructions."
       He nodded to her and she looked at the others.  "All of you will
repeat his actions ending up at the other points, except for you Akane."
       "Me?"
       "You will stop and kneel in the center of the pentagram."
       Akane peered around Nabiki's shoulder staring at the point on the
floor.  "Okay," she said nervously."
       "Good.  Are there any last questions?"
       "I have one," said Ryoga.  "I don't mind the fancy conga line,
but I can imagine what we're going to do with this stuff in these
glasses."
       "We'll go through that when we reach that point," answered
Cologne.  Holding her staff before her, she looked over at Gosunkugi.
"Hikaru, begin the beat I taught you."
       Hikaru tightened the ceremonial cloth around his head, lighting
the candles at his temples, and then took up the drum.  He began a slow
three-quarter beat, the drums deep boom reverberating through the walls.
Cologne and Happosai began chanting in unison.  Suddenly, Cologne
pointed her staff at Tatewaki and he walked out into the middle of the
pentagram.  He stopped awaiting her next command as the drum beat picked
up.  The staff panned over to his spot and he walked over and knelt
facing outwards.
       Another long moment passed, and then it was Shampoo's turn.  She
followed the line waited and then was directed to the point on
Tatewaki's right.  Konatsu followed soon after and so it went, Konatsu
taking the point on Shampoo's right, Kodachi placed in front of Cologne,
Nabiki at the opposite point on the far end, Ukyo on Kodachi's left,
Mousse on hers.  That left Akane and Ryoga and Cologne looked up from
her prayers.
       "Akane, Ryoga go to the center," she directed them.  The two
traded looks and walked single file until they both stood in the middle
awaiting the next order.  "Now Ryoga go back and kneel."
       Akane watched him go.  She looked at the floor then Cologne told
her to kneel facing her.  She did and the drum beat picked up again.
Happosai's chanting dropped low.  There came a bright flicker of light
from the symbols closest to him and they began to glow a dull red
pulsing with each beat of Hikaru's drum.  The symbols around Cologne
flickered, glowing a brilliant blue.  She spoke again.
       "This is it, kids, the final point before you begin your journey.
What I'm going to tell you now is very important so listen close.  The
blood in those glasses has been mixed with roots that will send your
spirits on to the Netherworlds."  There came a long pause before she
continued.
       "When I tell you, unseal the glass and drink the contents down."
       "I knew it," said Mousse with a grimace.
       Nabiki peered down at her glass, winching at the liquid bubbling
about the sides.  "Uh, is it too late to change my mind?"
       "Yes, now shut up!" answered Cologne.  "All of you have to drink
and drink at the same time."
       "All of us?" questioned Akane.
       "Yes."
       Doubtful looks appeared on their faces, looks that drifted back
towards Nabiki.
       "What, What?" she asked.
       Cologne held her staff up over her head.  She slowly brought it
down before her dropping back into her chants.  The lights around them
flickered faster; Akane cutting her eyes over at Kasumi and her father.
Both were deep in prayer their voices adding to the growing din from the
drum.  "Unseal your glasses," she heard Cologne say, and Akane pulled
the silk cloth away.  The liquid bubbled up threatening to spill over
the side, but then Cologne told them to drink.  She did, not knowing or
caring if the other had done so.
       It tasted bitter, thick and gooey all in one mix.  The urge to
vomit caught Akane but somehow she held it back.  As the last of the
stuff slid down her throat, Akane felt a cold sensation course through
her stomach.  A small knot of pain tightened her muscles causing her to
drop the glass.  At least she thought she dropped it, but there was no
shattering sound.  Worse yet, the room had gone completely dark and the
drumming stopped.
       "Oh no.  We didn't do it right," she said.
       "I don't know about that," said a voice out of the darkness.
       Akane tensed.  "Ukyo?" she called out.
       "Yep, it's me."
       Relief flowed through Akane.  "Thank goodness.  I thought I was
the only one here."
       "I'm here," said Konatsu voice.
       "So am I," called another.
       "Ryoga!" exclaimed Akane.
       "Present, ma'am."
       "Well there's four of us," said Ukyo.
       "Make it five," Tatewaki's voice chimed in.
       "Shampoo here!" announced the Amazon.
       Akane strained to hear another voice.  "Mousse?" she called into
the dark.
       "I'm here," he answered.  "Sick, hating death, but I'm here."
       "Say was that the most foul tasting stuff you've ever had?" said
Ryoga.
       "All I could imagine was burnt Linseed leaves and Elephant snot,"
Konatsu said.
       "Ew, yuck!  I still might just throw up," Ukyo said.
       A wet sound echoed in the darkness.
       "Don't worry," gasped Mousse, "I just did it for you."
       A maniacal laugh suddenly filled the air.  "I thought it was
rather interesting," said Kodachi.
       "And only you would think like that, dear sister," Tatewaki
remarked.
       "Well, it was different."
       Akane shook her head.  There was one more voice she had not
heard, and she started to look around.  "Nabiki," called Akane with
concern.  The others joined in, and then Nabiki's voice answered their
calls.
       "Alright, alright, I'm here you don't have to shout."
       "Nabiki!" exclaimed Akane, "I'm so glad you're here."
       "Well I'm not.  We're dead, remember?  Who knows what going to
happen to us now, or where we end up?"
       "Hell, hopefully," said Ryoga.
       "Not my idea of a vacation retreat."
       They fell into silence not knowing what to do next.
       "Gee, I hope we didn't screw this up," Ukyo said.  "Nabiki, you
did drink when we were told, didn't you?"
       "Like duh?  I'm here aren't I?"
       "But did you drink it all?" asked Konatsu.
       They could literally feel her mouth dropping down in revulsion.
"I drank every stinking drop of that disgusting stuff, and I will be
having my stomach pumped once we get back."
       "Then where are we?" asked Ryoga.
       "Shampoo not want to spend rest of life in perpetual darkness.
Feel like silly Mousse."
       "Hey, hey, hey!"
       "Let's not fight," said Akane, and they went quite once more.
       "Standing here, wherever this is, is not going to help us," said
Ryoga.
       "So find us a way out, bright boy," replied Ukyo.
       "Something will happen," said Akane.  "I can feel it."
       Here words were like magic as a doorway opened up with a creak
behind Ryoga.  He stood barely silhouetted against the backdrop of pale
light and they all drew in breaths of surprise.  For a moment, nobody
moved then Akane went over to the opening.  She peered down a long
corridor that seemed to have no end.
       "Well?" Nabiki's voice said from behind.  Akane started looking
back at her sister leaning over a shoulder.
       "Well, what?"
       "What are you waiting for?  This was your idea, so lead on little
sister."
       "Me?"
       "Yes you."
       Ryoga stepped up in front.  "I'll lead," he told them, and
started forward.
       "Ryoga, wait," called Akane and he stopped.  She took hold of one
hand, reaching back grabbing Nabiki's.  "Everyone hold hands," she said
to the others.  "We can stay together this way."
       They linked up and were soon making their way down the
passageway.  On they walked, silent, fear running through some,
determination in others.  After what felt like eternity, Ryoga spotted
an opening ahead.
       "Almost there, gang," he said.
       "Where is there?" asked Kodachi.
       "Anyplace but this black hole," replied Ukyo.
       "We better hope Anijza doesn't know we're coming and has a
welcoming committee waiting for us," Tatewaki said.
       As they neared the opening, Ryoga patted Akane's hand signaling
for her to let go.  He motioned for them to stop and stole up to the
side and took a quick look outside.  A bleak desolate landscape greeted
him, barren of any vegetation with rocks and boulders dotting the plain.
Grey overcast skies muted what light shone down above, and a hot wind
blew through the air.  He stepped out into the open.
       "All clear.  You can come out," he called back.
       The rest of the group quickly joined him and they all stood
staring in mute shock at their surroundings.
       "Yeuck!" said Nabiki.
       "What can you say?" commented Ryoga with a shrug.  "Gang, welcome
to Hell..."




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