Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Family ❯ 6 ( Chapter 7 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Imported From: RAAC
From: Nicholas Stone <bnstone@ix.netcom.com>


And the much awaited Trial is here.

BWAHAHAHA!!!! Nabiki Tendo in what could be her worst situation
ever. Things are slowly coming to a head now.
Tofu must make a decision that could be detrimental to the lives of
those he cares about.
Marcus puts another turn on the screws, antagonizing his captives
even further.
Ryoga is still lost on what to do now.
And the Kunos are still desperately running for their lives.

Can things get any worse!!!!????

Well read on and find out.

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Ranma 1/2

DARK FAMILY

Part Three:

`Unwanted Reunions'





Nicholas Stone









































Trials and Distentions.

Chapter Eighteen

[Terrorism... an ugly, word that strikes fear into the
hearts of many around the world. A word that if it could, be
struck from our vocabulary, forgotten by everyone forever.]
Dark, foreboding strains of music began, the voice over of
the reporter fading away, replaced by a metallic gold colored
three dimensional logo of CNN twirling to a stop at the center of
the screen. More words materialized across the top reading:
`The Trial of Nabiki Tendo' in bold red letters.
A zoom back of the words and logo to the top right corner of
the screen exposed two of CNN's top Japanese affiliate
newscasters, both ready to cover what might be the biggest story
of their careers.
[Good afternoon, I'm Dan Hirimanu--,]
[And I'm Ryoka Sayawza.]
[We welcome you to this special edition of CNN news.]
The camera cut over to a close up of Hirimanu. [Recently,
Japan has been undergoing very serious changes in both it's
economy and government leadership. The latest moves to adjust
growing deflation of the Yen, and slowing rate of industrial and
commercial produce has shaken our very national foundations to
the core.]
The scene shifted to a montage of industrial plants and
factories, all idle or running under reduced conditions. Another
shift, the camera panning across faces of unemployed people lined
up outside government offices waiting for any opportunity of
work.
Sayawza's voice continued the dialog. [Unemployment is up
12 percent. Trade down 9 percent since the beginning of the
fiscal year.]
[What is the cause of all our woes?] Hirimanu's voice cut
in. [The self imposed limitations Japan has placed upon our
imports of foreign goods.]
[But recent moves by the Prime Minister, with the Emperors
approval, have been implemented to correct this problem.
Unfortunately, the actions taken have drawn the government
enemies. Enemies that would resort to violence and terror to
manipulate things to their liking.]
The picture shifted back to Hirimanu. [During the historic
trades summit held at the National Diet, an attempted act of
terrorism was conducted against the His Majesty; the Emperor, and
the Prime Minister.]
[It was learned that a group, now known as the `Tendo Gang',
insinuated themselves into the summit with the intent to do
bodily harm to the Prime Minister. The motive is uncertain, but
it is clear that an act like this would have thrown Japan into a
state of disarray if it had succeeded.]
[We now are going to switch you live to the trial of Nabiki
Tendo, the ringleader of the Tendo Gang arrested two days ago by
Tokyo Police Anti-Terrorist units outside the Nerima Mall.]
The interior of the House of Councilors chamber appeared,
packed to its maximum capacity by the National Diet Assembly, and
spectators above in the upper balconies.
Seated three rows behind the Defense Attorneys table, Wanabe
looked around in search of his partner, and Lieutenant Kira. He
wondered what could be keeping Ken so long. They both arrived
just before the Bailiff escorted Nabiki Tendo to the Defendant's
box to begin the trial. Court was called to session, and Nabiki
was instructed to identify herself before the Prime Minister and
Judges.
She's scared, thought Wanabe, noting the tension in her
voice. He could see Nabiki trying to maintain her aloft
composure, but the slight trembles of her body, an occasional
sigh of despair gave away her true emotions.
Ken appeared, making his way through the aisle to his chair.
"Hey, did I miss anything good?" he asked as he took his
seat.
"No," replied Tamigari. "The trial's just started. Where
have you been?"
"Checking up on our mystery terrorist," replied Ken.
"And?"
"The Government Registry list a `Konatsu' in its database.
Big guess where she is currently employed at."
Wanabe arched a brow. "Ucchans?"
"Bingo."
"So did you get an address?"
"Oddly enough it's the same address as the restaurant.
We're checking some leads, but it's going to be a bit."
"Oh."
Ken gazed up at the trial currently in session. On the
witness stand, one of the Diet guards was being cross examined by
Tosa Kurisawa. Not interested, Ken leaned back and drew in a
breath.
"Did you get in touch with the boss?" he whispered to
Tamigari.
"Tried while you were out. No answer on his phone."
That seemed strange. The Lieutenant never went anywhere
without his phone on. The only occasion he'd ever seen him turn
it of was during meetings.
"Ah yes. He's in that mystery meeting," said Ken, recalling
their last conversation with Lieutenant Kira.
Wanabe heard him but did not reply, eyes locked on the cross-
examination.
[So, you `think' you saw Nabiki Tendo crossing the grounds
to the parking lot,] Tosa asked the head of security on the night
of the summit meeting.
[I did see Nabiki Tendo crossing the grounds,] he answered.
[In the dark?]
[There was sufficient light for me to see her.]
Tosa paused, briefly looking up for a moment to collect his
thoughts. [So that means that you would have also had to have
seen Tatewaki Kuno as well?]
The Security man laughed. [Could not miss him. He was
mingling with all the big wigs and dignitaries.]
[And can you tell us if Mister Kuno looked to be under any
distress?]
The security guard thought a moment. [Not that I can
recall.]
In the main village hut, Tatewaki, Kodachi, and Sasuke sat
before the small village's only television, surrounded by the
rest of the villagers, watching the trial. Tatewaki smirked
suddenly.
"Now why would I be under distress?" he asked to no one in
particular. "I may get anxious, but to be in distress?
Inconceivable."
Kodachi laughed. "Brother, I think this lawyer is trying to
establish some sort of connection with you and Nabiki."
"Stupid. What he should be doing is asking where this fool
was the entire night."
Sasuke agreed. "Master Kuno, if I may point out, this man
has said he saw you and Nabiki together."
"And?"
"That cannot be. I do believe Miss Kodachi neutralized
them."
"That's right. I knocked him and his staff out just before-
-."
Kodachi started, eyes wide. Sasuke and Tatewaki also held
looks of shock on their faces.
Beside him, Takahiro Fukamizu eyed the trio with some
concern. "Mister Kuno," he said. "If you know so much about
this night, why are you here? It is obvious this young lady
would benefit from your testimony."
"Yes, the Kuno word would save Nabiki," Tatewaki answered.
"Thus the reason why we were drawn away from Tokyo. Marcus knew
we had to be eliminated!"
"Regardless, Mister Kuno," continued Takahiro. "I think we
should be finding you a way to Osaka immediately."
"With Nari scouring the countryside, we would not get very
far. There will be time I'm sure."
Their conversation died away as Fumaro Masuda took his turn.
The picture shifted into a profile shot of Masuda, his name
rolling up in bold white letters below. In the background, the
theme song from `Perry Mason' started to play, then a smooth
voice over began.
[Fumaro Masuda, Japan's leading Prosecuting Attorney. His
astonishing career of sixty three cases won with no losses is a
marvel one has to admire. Young, intelligent, possessing a no
nonsense attitude, it was only natural that the state selected
him to right this wretched wrong to our society.]
Huddled before Konatsu's tiny T.V., Ono, Kasumi, Gosunkugi,
Tsubasa, and Konatsu watched the trial unfold in sullen silence.
It did not look too good for their side, Tofu could see. With
the introduction of this super lawyer, things could only get
worse.
"Ew, yuck!" exclaimed Tsubasa, sneering at the screen.
"Listen to these idiots pumping up this Masuda guy like he's the
best thing to come along since penicillin!"
"Well, he is the best in Japan," Hikaru pointed out to them.
"Best in Japan? Gosunkugi, he's going to get Nabiki
convicted or worse! Best in Japan."
Tsubasa reared back, glaring at Hikaru, then cut his eyes
over to Doctor Tofu.
"I still say he's working for Marcus."
"Calm down, Tsubasa," Ono said. "It's too early to tell how
this is going to turn out."
Kasumi, nestled in Ono's arms, sat up and looked back at
him. "You're kidding?" she said.
"No."
"Ono, I've seen better cross examinations on morning soap
operas than the one Nabiki's lawyer just conducted."
Tofu could not argue with her. "He seems to be quite
unprepared," he said.
"I would wager that he was unlucky enough to be plucked out
of the pile by the court and thrust into this position," Konatsu
suggested.
"That, or he could be working for Marcus," added Hikaru.
Everyone turned to stare at him. Gosunkugi flinched,
feeling their gaze upon him.
"It's just a thought," he said.
"Oh that would be ugly if it's true," Tsubasa said,
grimacing.
Kasumi broke out into tears, burying her face into Doctor
Tofu's chest.
"You would have to say that," said Tofu as he gently rocked
Kasumi.
Hikaru apologized, and they all looked back at the
television as the trial resumed.
Fumaro Masuda walked casually up to the witness stand. In
his hands he held a small stack of five by eight photos turned
face down. A brief stop, eyes roaming over to the defendant's
box, then a shrewd smile as he turned.
[I'm going to ask you to look at these pictures, sir,]
Fumaro said to the security chief. [Pull if you would, all those
you recognize from the night of the summit. Place them on the
railing, give the rest to me.]
"What's this asshole up to?" snarled Ryoga, watching the
trial from Akari's bed. Akari sat huddled next to him, spooning
warm soup into his mouth every chance she got between his
ravings.
"Ryoga! Such language," she said.
"Well I'm mad," he replied. "I've seen nothing but lies and
fantasies so far. Nabiki's defense, if you can call it that, is
weak."
Akari pushed another spoon full of soup into his mouth.
"Just like you. Now stop raving and relax."
"I can't relax, Akari!" Ryoga exclaimed. "I should be down
there now, testifying in Nabiki's defense."
"No you would not. You'd be standing right next to her with
that same lawyer, in the same situation. Probably tethered and
chained knowing your temper."
Ryoga looked at her with a frown. She was right. He would
be on trial right along with Nabiki. No matter what they said,
in the eyes of the court they were criminals.
"There's got to be some way I can help."
"Help Nabiki by getting better first," said Akari, forcing
another spoon full of soup into his mouth.
The security chief looked through the pile, placing those he
recognized on the railing. Fumaro thanked him and picked the
pile up.
[Hmm. What do we have here?] He held up one, panning
around for the entire court to see. [An excellent likeness of
Soun Tendo.] He pulled another, holding it up. [And this
wretched creature. A supposedly quote, quote restaurant owner,
in reality a deadly assassin.]
Fumaro tossed the picture of Cologne aside, snatching up
another. [And here we have the grand mistress herself, Nabiki
Tendo!]
All eyes strained to see the picture, eyes that narrowed
angrily upon her. Holding the remaining pictures up high above
his head, Masuda pointed an accusing finger at Nabiki.
[An entire ring of thugs that our security representatives
are saying were seen moving about the summit banquet, attempting
to execute their diabolical deed!]
He slammed the pictures down on his table, turning to face
the Prime Minister and Judges.
[This is inexcusable. Not since 1936 has such an affront on
our leadership been attempted. Disgraceful, acts that warrant
immediate--.]
[OBJECTION!] shouted Nabiki.
Her cry startled the entire court. Masuda literally jump
from the floor. He staggered, turning around to face Nabiki. [Ob-
Objection?] he asked her.
Nabiki grimaced. [Did I get that right?] she asked the
guard next to her. [I think it is, or is it `I object'?]
Tosa slowly placed a hand over his face. "Please, Nabiki,
be quiet," he pleaded low to himself. "I can do this without
your help."
The Prime Minister sneered. [Miss Tendo. Refrain from any
more outburst. Your time to speak will come.]
[But he's making me look bad! And, and these so-called
security guards are lying through their teeth!]
[Miss Tendo!] shouted the Prime Minister, slamming a fist
down on the top of his podium. [Allow your Defense Lawyer to do
his job, and stop disrupting this court!]
[Yeah, right! IF that's the case, my life is already at an
end!]
Tosa looked sharply up, surprised by Nabiki's derisive
remark.
"Yes, that's it, Nabiki. Alienate your only friend in the
courtroom," Ono said, shaking his head.
"If he was my lawyer, I'd go ahead and ask for cyanide,"
Konatsu said.
"He's a loser," added Tsubasa.
The Prime Minister shot up from his chair. [Nabiki Tendo,
if you utter another word out of context, I will have you bound
and gagged in a chair. Is that understood?]
[So who's going to--.]
[IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!!!???]
Nabiki cringed, stepping back from the banister. The Prime
Minister's eyes burned deep into her soul. She shuddered, taking
a fearful breath.
[Y-Yes, sir.]
Straining against the chains holding her, Shampoo peered
over at Marcus.
"Nabiki right," she said. "Why security men lie through
teeth. All not see what happen that night?"
Renon rubbed his palms slowly together, a slight twinkle in
his evil eyes. "Uhm, well they have been... slightly `convinced'
about the happenings during the summit banquet," he replied in an
innocent tone.
Soun's face twisted down in an angry sneer. "You drugged
them, just like you drugged us!" he said.
"Ah... yes."
"You bastard! You've set my daughter up!"
Soun attempted to lunge from his chair, only to receive an
electric shock to the neck from the guard watching him. He cried
out, slumping against the ropes.
Renon never looked back, laughing as he continued watching
the trial. "Temper, Soun. Hurting yourself needlessly is not
the smartest thing to be doing."
As the Prime Minister sat back down, Masuda announced over
the uncomfortable silence that he was done with his opening
statement and cross examination of the security chief. The
witness was excused, then the Prime Mister turned his attention
to Kurisawa.
[Mister Kurisawa. Have you any more witnesses?] he asked
knowingly.
Tosa swallowed the fear lump in his throat, standing up.
[No sir. I do not,] he answered.
[What of the Kunos?]
[Uh,... they were not located in time, sir.]
Ryoga struggled beneath Katsunishiki's weight, Akari holding
him in a sturdy headlock, fighting to get to the door.
"Ryoga, will you stop!" she cried between her grunts.
"Listen to this guy, Akari... he's so weak it's sickening!"
"(Nnungh!) He's doing what he can, Ryoga!"
"Bull! This guy couldn't defend himself from a mouse if he
had a room full of cats! (Arrgh!) And where is Kuno anyway!"
The failure of Tosa to produce the Kuno siblings annoyed the
Prime Minister. Their testimony would have to be discounted for
now, otherwise the trial would linger, and that was not what
anyone in the inner circles wanted to happen.
[We will proceed then with the examination of evidence,]
continued the Prime Minister.
[If I may, sir,] Fumaro said. [I would like to present
evidence in conjunction with a questioning of Nabiki Tendo.]
[Unorthodox, Mister Masuda,] said one of the judges.
[Yes sir, but for my case, I believe it to be the best and
most expedient way to complete this trial.]
A short deliberation resulted, then the Prime Minister
nodded.
Gesturing to his assistants, Masuda turned. His eyes met
with Nabiki's, and they looked at each other for a moment.
Oh, he's put the `Stare' on her, thought Tosa.
Through one of the side doors, Lieutenant Kira entered.
Spotting his two assistants, he made his way to the vacant chair
next to Ken and sat down.
"What have I missed?" he whispered to Homa.
"Not much. Nabiki just got her face slapped by the PM, and
now Masuda is about to rip a large chunk out of her ass."
"What about her defense?" asked Lieutenant Kira, a slight
smirk on his face.
Homa's snickers answered the question. Oneda cast a look
over at Kurisawa, finding the young attorney sitting somberly in
his chair. He sensed his uncle's gaze and looked up.
`Kunos?' mouthed Tosa, making a deep shrug. Oneda's slight
shake of the head set Tosa further into despair.
Fumaro Masuda clasped his hands behind his back as he
approached the Defendant's box. [Miss Nabiki Tendo. Our ever so
industrious terrorist leader. Where should we start?] He
stopped before the box. [Ah, yes. Let's start with you and your
`colorful' background. Would you describe for the court your
current financial status.]
Nabiki stood silently, staring down at Masuda. He frowned.
[Miss Tendo, did you hear my question?]
She remained silent, nodding slowly.
Fumaro was confused. He glanced back at Tosa, gesturing to
him in search of an answer. Tosa pleaded ignorance, lost as much
as the prosecutor was.
[Nabiki Tendo has refused to answer Fumaro Masuda's
question,] said the voice over of Hirimanu. [Is this some form
of defiance. What do you think, Ryoka?]
[I think Tendo should not be so stubborn and cooperate
instead of resisting,] replied the newscaster. [She's already
angered the court, infuriating them further will only damage her
situation.]
[Yes, she is definitely a stubborn one.]
Fumaro ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth
for a moment. [Is there something wrong, Miss Tendo?] he asked,
coming to a halt again.
Nabiki cut her eyes around the room. [Is this in context?]
she asked.
[What?]
[I mean, I really don't want to be tied to a chair because
I'm trying to prove my innocence.]
Tosa Kurisawa's head hit the top of the table with a loud
thunk, arms clasped over the back as he shook his head in utter
disbelief. Meanwhile, Fumaro stood speechless, surprised by her
response. He suddenly started laughing. Nabiki found it
contagious and began laughing as well.
[Yes, yes, Miss Tendo. You may speak freely now. I am
questioning you.]
[Oh? Okay.]
Masuda's chuckles subsided. [So could you answer my
question, please. Pretty please?]
[With sugar on top?] replied Nabiki.
[ANSWER THE QUESTION, TENDO!!!] shouted the Prime Minister.
Nabiki uncurled, slowly looking up. [Uh, what was the
question?] she asked meekly.
A frustrated sigh passed through the courtroom.
[Let me scale this down for you, Miss Tendo,] said Masuda.
[Your family dojo is not very profitable, is it?]
Nabiki thought a moment. [Nah, well it could be doing
better. I've been pleading with daddy to move it to a more
suitable location, but he seems to--.]
[Miss Tendo,] Masuda cut in.
[Huh?]
[A yes or no answer is desired here.]
[Oh. No.]
"What is she saying!" exclaimed Soun.
Akane looked back as far as the ropes holding her would
allow. "Daddy, she is right. We could move to a better
location."
"Hush yourself, child," snapped Nodoka. "You forget our
current predicament."
Akane could see the humored gaze Marcus and his cronies were
giving them. Not wanting to be their easy form of entertainment,
she went quiet, looking back at the screen.
[But still, you and your family enjoy a very liberal
existence, no?]
[You could say that.]
Fumaro made a thoughtful gesture, walking back over to his
table. He paused, looking up at Nabiki. [With sugar on top,]
the court head him say, scornfully. Picking up a medium sized
brown plastic bag, he went to the center of the courtroom.
[So, Miss Tendo. Who pays most of the bills around your
Dojo?]
[I do.]
[You do,] repeated Masuda, peering casually into the bag.
[An unemployed, unskilled woman paying all the bills for your
father's home.]
[Hey, you better watch that unskilled stuff!]
Masuda paused. [Oh yes, you are right. You do have skills.
Dark skills that are employed in devious, underhanded plots!] He
faced the Prime Minister and Judges. [My first submission of
evidence,] he announced. Reaching into the bag, Masuda pulled
out several Polaroid photos, handing them to the bailiff to be
passed around the judges.
Several eyes went wide, the judges staring hard at the
pictures. Fumaro went up to the defendants box. [Your source of
income, Miss Tendo. Does it include the sale of lewd,
distasteful pictures?]
He pulled out a picture, holding it up for her to see.
Nabiki's eyes went wide. In a flash she snatched the photo from
his hand.
[How did you get these!] she exclaimed, seconds before her
guard took the picture from her.
Tosa stood up. [Objection!] he called. [I fail to see what
this evidence has to do with this trial.]
"Wow, he actual had the nerve to say something," commented
Tsubasa. "Two points for our side."
"That's if it holds up," said Hikaru.
Ono tapped Kasumi on the arm. "You know something about
these pictures?" he asked her.
Kasumi shook her head, eyes fixed on the television.
The Prime Minister held a photo in each hand, glancing back
and forth between them. He arched a brow, turning one of the
photos sideways, then looked at Masuda. [Mister Masuda?] he
said.
Fumaro approached the bench. [Mister Prime Minister, I am
trying to establish motive. You will see how this all fits in as
I continue my cross examination.]
The Prime Minister milled about his words, then with a nod
allowed Masuda to proceed.
"Uoops, there goes those points," said Tsubasa.
Fumaro returned to the defendant's box. [To answer your
question, Miss Tendo, I conducted some investigation into your
background.]
[But those were in my room. My personal box to be precise!]
[And with proper court authority, I was able to find them.]
He paused, looking over one of the photos. [Tch, tch, tch.
Shame on you, Miss Tendo. Selling pictures of your little
sister, and some other young lady of whom I have been unable to
identify.]
"WHAT!" shouted Akane, straining in her chair. Ranma's eyes
were wide, stunned by the news.
"... at, at least I know now... why I'm waking... waking up
wet all the time," he managed to say.
[So, Nabiki. Would you care to tell us who you are selling
these picture too?]
Nabiki pursed her lips together, nervous. [I'd rather leave
that one alone,] she answered.
[Ah. Let me answer it for you,] continued Masuda. Reaching
into the bag again, he held up a small piece of paper. [A
receipt from Tatewaki Kuno to Nabiki Tendo!]
Murmurs passed through the Diet Chamber, the Prime Minister
quieting the crowd with a hard bang of his gavel.
Fumaro pointed to the seals at the bottom of the slip. [Do
you recognize this, Miss Tendo?] he asked.
[It's... it's my seal,] she replied.
[Yes, your seal,] said Masuda. Gesturing to one of his
associates, Fumaro handed the bag over. He began a slow pace,
hand to his chin in mock thought.
[Miss Tendo, now why is it that you are selling these
pictures to a member of one of Japan's esteemed families?]
Nabiki shrugged. [To make some extra yen?]
Masuda stopped. [How about the other extreme. Blackmail,
maybe?]
In the village hut, disentful eyes stared at Tatewaki. Even
Kodachi and Sasuke looked at him, lost for words.
"Those pictures are not lewd," said Tatewaki. "They were
pictures of the fair Akane, and the lovely pigtailed-girl.
Admittedly, there were a few `compromising' pictures, but nothing
distasteful."
Kodachi let out a huff. "Tachi! To be buying those
horrible pictures from Nabiki of all people. You should be
ashamed of yourself."
"Why? They were pictures of my fianc'es!"
"Fianc'es?" said Fukamizu's wife.
"Well, one of them will be my bride in the future."
"Over my dead body," muttered Kodachi.
On the television screen, Nabiki looked aghast at Masuda's
causation.
[Blackmail!] she cried. [I've never blackmailed Tatewaki.
The local populace maybe, but never Tatewaki.]
A bad choice of words; Masuda arching a curious brow.
Nabiki placed a hand over her face.
[Oh that was not brilliant, Nabiki,] she said to herself.
[We'll bypass that slip of your tongue, Miss Tendo,]
continued Masuda. [Yes, blackmail. What better way to insinuate
yourself into upper circles than acquiring evidence that could be
damaging if placed in the wrong hands.]
[But I had no reason to blackmail Tatewaki!]
[Oh? You send your tart sister around to capture Mister
Kuno's affections, then double your chances by sending another
young lady around ensure success!]
Nabiki waved Masuda off. [Feh, what a crock of fantasies,]
she said. [I did not send Akane or Ranma over to seduce
Tatewaki.]
[Ranma?]
[Yes, Ranma. The red-head.]
Fumaro thought. [You don't mean Ranma Saotome, do you?]
[Yes.]
Another confused thought. [You aren't saying that Ranma
Saotome is--.] Masuda held up a hand, waving it from side to
side.
Nabiki laughed. [No. Ranma has this ability to... change,
let's say for lack of better words.]
Renon Marcus was laughing hard. He doubled over in his
chair, fist beating on his thighs. "I can personally vouch for
that. Can't I, Ranma?" he said.
Ranma remained silent, but the look on his face said more
than any words.
"What did you do to my son?" hissed Nodoka.
"Broke him in," replied Renon. His renewed laughter
prevented anymore explanations.
From his tiny glass prison, Happosai could see Yun-Fong's
face turning slowly down into an angry sneer. The cigarette
holder between his teeth creaked slightly as the old sage's teeth
bit down.
[I see,] Masuda said. [Disgusting, but we won't go there.
Instead let us talk about your boarders, Genma and Ranma Saotome,
for a minute.]
[What about them?] asked Nabiki.
[Odd that they suddenly appear in Japan.]
[So? My father and Mister Saotome have been friends for a
long time.]
[Yes, yes.] Masuda paced again, appearing to be in deep
thought. [Can you tell us all how they were involved in this
plot, Miss Tendo?]
[Well, Mister Saotome and my father were given Ginsukou by
my elder sister, Kasumi. Ranma finally was taken after a fight
in Doctor Marcus's hideout.]
[I see,] said Masuda. [Miss Tendo, could it also be that
the Saotome's were in on this plot from the very beginning?]
[No!] shouted Nabiki. [It was that bastard, Renon Marcus,
who gave Kasumi the Ginsukou root and started this mess!]
[Watch your language in this court, Miss Tendo,] threatened
the Prime Minister.
Nabiki quickly apologized. [We had no control over what we
were doing,] she said.
[And this Renon Marcus, so fondly referred to in your
confession--.]
[I did not confess to anything!] Nabiki declared.
Masuda smirked. [Okay. Anyway, I conducted a check on this
mystery man. He does not exist.]
[So I'm told,] snapped Nabiki. [Do you think a creep like
that would want the world to know of his existence?]
[If there is such a man, probably not,] replied Masuda.
Nabiki slammed a fist on the banister. [I am not making him
up, damn it! Renon Marcus is a living, breathing person who
should be hunted down and killed!]
Nabiki's angry tone startled the people in the chamber. A
tense silence passed, the air suddenly thick as Nabiki realized
her mistake.
[It was only a figure of speech,] she said.
Masuda shook his head. [Such violent intent. Fitting for
someone of your background,] he said.
Nabiki shuddered, anger creasing her spine as she glared at
Masuda.
[So, Miss Tendo. I would like to pose a theory to you now.
You say you, and the rest of your terrorist friends were seduced
by `Renon Marcus', then tasked to disrupt the summit meetings.
Is that correct?]
[Yes,] answered Nabiki.
[What if I were to suggest that instead, it was you who
organized the whole affair for your personal interest, eh?]
[A lie.]
[Not really. First we have the Saotomes from China who
arrive at your home just out of the blue. Now upon further
research, it is discovered that your Ginsukou Root is in fact
real, and it does possess the ability to seduce one's mind.]
[Why of course. I should know, having been under its
spell.]
[And where does this root originate from?]
[China... oops.]
Kasumi clenched her eyes tight, grimacing with emotional
pain. "Oh Nabiki, please, please be quiet," she pleaded to her
sisters image.
"Nabiki is obliged to answer all questions poised to her,
Kasumi," Doctor Tofu said. "Any refusal would only be
incriminating."
"Like she needs any help," added Tsubasa.
Masuda cupped a hand to his ear. [I'm sorry, I did not
quite hear that clearly. Would you repeat your answer, please?]
[You heard me, buster,] Nabiki replied angrily. Her eyes
narrowed at him. [You know you may be cute, but I'm starting to
dislike you.]
[Repeat your answer, Miss Tendo,] said Masuda.
[Objection!] shouted Tosa. [Sir, the prosecutor is clearly
badgering my client.]
The Prime Minister agreed. [Mister Masuda, continue on with
your questioning.]
[My apologies, sir,] answered Masuda. He looked up at
Nabiki, noting the glint of humor in her eyes.
[So, here we have two outsiders arriving at your home,
delivering a substance that allowed you to take control of
others.]
[That's not true. Why would I do something like that?]
[Yes, why would you do something like that,] Masuda repeated
loudly as he went back to his table. Another stack of papers
were handed to him. He spun around holding them up high for all
to see.
[This is why you would want such deviant methods at your
disposal, Miss Nabiki Tendo! The second submission of evidence
to the court. Stock quotes, interest dividend reports, and
personal financial tips. Ironically enough all from the Kuno
Industries.]
Masuda handed them to the bailiff, returning to his spot in
front of the defendant's box.
[You have said that Mister Tatewaki Kuno was involved in the
attempt on the Prime Minister's life the night of the summit,
Miss Tendo?]
[Yes,] answered Nabiki.
Fumaro took a step closer to the box. [Can you tell me if
Mister Kuno was under the influence of Ginsukou Root?]
Nabiki knew where this was leading. She swallowed
nervously. [Yes..., yes he was.]
Another murmur passed through the Diet chamber.
[Order!] called the Prime Minister, banging his gavel
repeatedly. It went silent, all eyes locked intensely on the two
participants. Masuda took another step closer to the box.
[And who gave Tatewaki Kuno the Ginsukou, Miss Tendo?] he
asked.
Nabiki's bottom lip quivered, pulse racing in her veins.
[I-I-I did,] she reluctantly answered him.
Tosa looked up at the ceiling, unable to hide his distress.
"This guy is eating Nabiki alive," said Ryoga. "She's going
to get the book thrown at her for sure."
Akari huddled closer to him. "It looks that way," she said.
Masuda continued. [So you gave him the Ginsukou Root with
the intent to control not only him, but his vast fortune and
influence!]
[That's a lie!] Nabiki shouted. [I-I was following the
instructions of Renon Marcus. I swear that's the truth!]
[Yes this `Marcus' keeps cropping up. The ghost of ghost,
untraceable, unseen, I think nothing more than a figment of your
imagination.]
[He's not imaginary! He's a real person. Honest!]
Fumaro laughed. [Honest? Odd word coming from your lips,
Miss Tendo.]
Bristling with anger, Nabiki pursed her lips tight, barely
able to hold back the curses teetering on the tip of her tongue.
Letting out a huff, she crossed her arms, turning her head
sharply away from the lawyer.
Masuda knew he had her then. It was time to turn up the
heat and drive the final nails into her coffin.
[All of these documents clearly prove why you would spawn
such and act against our leaders.]
Nabiki remained silent.
Slowly, Masuda made his way around to the side she was
staring at. [Miss Tendo. From what can be gleaned from these
documents, you motives are quite clear.]
[Really?] said Nabiki, looking down at him.
[Oh yes. The threat of loosing trade and commerce to
outside sources threatened you and your families wealth.]
[Wealth?] Nabiki laughed. [Mister Masuda, I and my family
are far from any real wealth.]
[Yet your bank account is not a small one. Interest gleaned
from stocks in the Kuno industries has made you comfortable. The
shift of our countries industrial balance threatened to hurt your
revenue.]
[Nonsense. I could easily shift investments around to cover
any losses.]
[But that would take time, and time means money to someone
as greedy as yourself.]
[Mister Prime Minister!] Tosa interrupted. [I must protest
this vagrant insulting tone the Prosecutor is taking with my
client. Nabiki Tendo is not on trial for her methods of personal
wealth.]
The Prime Minister cut his eyes over to Masuda. [Mister
Masuda?]
[Sir, what I am doing is establishing the dark and sinister
character that dwells in Nabiki Tendo. It is this character
which drew together the plot against not only your life, but that
of our most revered Emperor.]
Masuda pointed at Nabiki. [Understanding Nabiki Tendo
establishes her motives. When I refer to her as greedy, as
manipulative, someone who would resort to using drugs to gain
control over others, I believe I speak from facts.]
[Is this leading to something, Mister Masuda?] asked a
judge.
[Yes, sir. It will bring me to my final piece of evidence
that will clearly prove that Nabiki Tendo is guilty of the
charges level upon her.]
The judges conferred among themselves, then one leaned
forwards to whisper into the Prime Minister's ear. He nodded his
head slowly, then looked at Tosa.
[Overruled.] he said.
Tosa grit his teeth, but sat down without any further
protest. Masuda was told to continue on with his questioning.
[I think we have established your motives, Nabiki Tendo,] he
said returning to his spot before the defendants box.
[You're very wrong about that,] she replied.
[No. Miss Tendo, let us go now to the night of the summit
banquet. After insinuating yourself into the party, you then
began to stalk the Prime Minister and his entourage. Am I
correct on this?]
[We were watching him, yes.]
[Why?]
Nabiki let out a deep sigh. [Our instruction were to give
the Prime Minister the Ginsukou sap.]
[Our instructions, or your instructions, Miss Tendo.]
[They were Renon Marcus's instructions!]
[Control yourself, Nabiki Tendo,] the Prime Minister said
sternly.
She drew in another breath trying to calm down. [He was
there,] Nabiki said.
[Oh really?] answered Masuda.
Turning, he motioned towards his table again. This time a
large, flat screen T.V. was brought in and set upon an easel in
front of the table. As Masuda's people finished setting it up,
Fumaro was handed a remote control.
[You say `Renon Marcus' was there at the banquet,] he said.
[Yes. He was there being followed around by Ranma and
Ryoga.]
[Ranma and Ryoga. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Two of your
accomplices in this affair.] He paused, rubbing his chin in
thought. [I don't think so, Miss Tendo.]
Masuda hit the play button and the screen flashed. A view
of the banquet appeared.
"Doc!" cried Hikaru, recognizing the video.
"I see it, Hikaru," said Tofu.
"He's going for the jugular now," said Tsubasa.
"I would say he's got it firmly latched between his teeth,"
Konatsu said. "This is just the tearing portion of the kill."
"Konatsu!" said Kasumi with a gasp. "My sister is fighting
for her life!"
"I'm sorry, Kasumi, but I do not see anyway she is going to
beat this."
[Can you point out this `Marcus' for us on this security
video, Miss Tendo?]
Nabiki looked perplexed. [This is that same botched video
the police showed me when I was arrested,] she said.
[Botched?] asked Masuda.
[It's been tampered with. It's all wrong. In fact it
should not even exist!]
[And why is that?]
[Because Kodachi Kuno disabled all of the video recorders
before we went in.]
[Kodachi Kuno? She was not there on the night of the
banquet.]
[Yes she was!]
[And how do you know this?]
[Because I fed her Ginsukou sap when I gave it to Tatewaki!]
Nabiki grimaced sharply, holding up her fist as she realized
her mistake. [Damn it!] she hissed through her teeth.
"Oh, oh I like this Fumaro Masuda," Renon said exuberantly.
"Itchioni, make a note. Ensure a generous donation is made to
his firm after the final results of this trial are concluded."
"Marcus, you heartless, sadistic, demented ANIMAL!" growled
Genma.
"I'm surprised you won't subvert him like you did those
guards," added Akane.
A surprised look appeared on Renon's face. "An excellent
idea, Akane," he said. "Sapparo, make a note of that too."
Sapparo chuckled, gazing down at Akane.
Nabiki recovered from her outburst. She found Fumaro's
mocking smile beaming up at her. [Say something wrong, Miss
Tendo?] he said.
Again, Nabiki went silent. Masuda looked over at the
screen.
[Look, there you are, Nabiki,] he said.
Nabiki saw herself standing at the edge of the crowd not to
far from the Prime Minister. A man walked up next to her, a man
she immediately recognized.
[Why, and there is another of your accomplices. Doctor Ono
Tofu.]
Masuda turned back around, the mockery bright in his eyes.
[Now who would be competent enough to manufacture and
administer such a drug as Ginsukou, hmm?]
[Renon Marcus was a doctor himself!]
[Ah yes. Now this mystery man is a doctor. You know, I
think the name Renon Marcus is really a cover name for Doctor Ono
Tofu.]
[That's not true!] Nabiki's chest heaved as she grew more
and more furious with the accusations. [Doctor Tofu would tell
you this himself--.]
[If he were here?] Masuda cut in. [Oddly enough, he has
somehow disappeared. Care to tell us why?]
[I don't know,] answered Nabiki.
[I'll tell you why! Because he, and the rest of your gang
of terrorist are hiding from the police!]
[That's not true either!]
[Not true?] Masuda placed the side of his hand over his
brows, gazing out among the spectators around them. [Are there
any Tendos out there?] he called out. There came no reply.
[Any Saotomes? Ono Tofu, Ryoga Hibiki?]
[Stop mocking me and my family!] shouted Nabiki. She looked
up at the bench. [Are you people that blind? Can't you see that
this is a setup!]
The frowns on the Prime Minister and Judges faces made her
realize that her words were futile.
[Damn it. I'm being framed!]
[Miss Tendo, one more outburst and I will have you removed
from this trial,] said the Prime Minister.
[I can't believe this,] muttered Nabiki, a tragic expression
on her face.
Masuda told his people to remove the screen. Once his table
was clear again, he stood with his back to Nabiki, staring into
another box on the table top.
[Miss Tendo. Tell us why your attempt to subvert the Prime
Minister failed,] he said.
Nabiki paused, collecting her thoughts. [My sister Akane,
Doctor Tofu, Cologne, and Happosai crashed the banquet. They
were able to break us all from Marcus's control.]
[Could it have been in fact that the security placed around
our esteemed leaders prevented such an act?]
[No. I mean yes there were a fair number of watchdogs
around the Prime Minister, Emperor, and the American President.
That's why we were trying to feed it to him in his drink or
meal.]
Rolling her eyes, Nabiki shook her head. [That didn't come
out right. Will you stop making me say things like that!]
Fumaro chuckled sinisterly. [I'm only asking questions,
Miss Tendo.]
[Objection!] Tosa said. [My client is right. The
Prosecutor has been leading Miss Tendo, purposely attempting to
make her incriminate herself!]
[I have done nothing but ask clear and concise questions,
Mister Prime Minister,] Masuda replied in his defense. [It is
not by my doing that she desires to provide answers that draw out
the truth of her crimes.]
[Are you occluding this to the proverbial `Freudian Slip',
Mister Prosecutor?] Kurisawa asked him.
Masuda's suave smile appeared. [Guilt has its ways of
making itself known, Mister Defense Counsel.]
[Stop this bickering,] said the Prime Minister. [Both of
you, approach the bench.]
Tosa and Fumaro traded dark looks as they went up to the
bench.
[Gentlemen, I want you both to remember we are trying to
conduct a civilized trial here. I will not tolerate in-house
bickering. Mister Kurisawa, concentrate on defending your
client. Mister Masuda, reword your questions so they are not
`leading'. Is that clear?]
Both lawyers nodded, returning to their respective tables.
[You may continue, Mister Masuda,] said the Prime Minister.
Masuda was quiet, forming his next question.
[So, Miss Tendo. Let's get to the last, and final issue of
this sad affair.] He looked into the small box on the table
again.
[Have you ever owned a gun, Miss Tendo?]
[No.]
[Are you certain of this?]
[Yes. Why would I need a gun?]
"Uh oh," Hikaru said. "Here it comes."
Masuda let out a grunt. [Have you ever handled one, Miss
Tendo?]
[Handled?]
[Fired one, Miss Tendo?]
[No. Can't say that I--,]
Nabiki's abrupt stop made Fumaro glance back over his
shoulder. The woman's face was pale, terror written plainly on
her face. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted
her.
[Uh, allow me to answer that for you since you've had a
sudden loss of voice,] continued Masuda.
Turning around, Masuda held up the last portions of evidence
for all to see. In a clear plastic bag, a pistol could be seen.
It was the one Nabiki used on the night of the banquet. Her jaw
sagged open.
[Yes, Miss Tendo,] said Masuda, noting her shock. [This
weapon was found on the Imperial Garden Grounds, not far from
this very building. Do you recognize it?]
Nabiki was still as stone.
[Miss Tendo. Do you recognize this weapon?] Masuda asked
again.
Her continuing silence began to anger the court. The Prime
Minister looked over at Tosa, giving his a questioning gesture.
Tosa could say nothing, lost by her reaction as well.
Finally, Nabiki's head dropped to her chest.
[... yes... yes I do,] she said weakly.
Marcus rose up in his chair, looking back at Soun.
"Incidentally, it was Sapparo who so conveniently found that
gun," he said.
"DAMN YOU, MARCUS!" roared Soun, tears streaming down his
cheeks.
"Oh, I'm so sorry that upsets you, Soun." Marcus laughed,
sitting back down.
Masuda handed the bag to the bailiff, then pulled another
one from the box. [These bullets were found imbedded in the
trees around the grounds and street. Test conducted by the
police made the match between them and the gun you are looking at
now.] he said, handing the second bag to the bailiff.
As the judges and Prime Minister observed the evidence, the
quick sharp cut of their eyes in Nabiki's direction told her
clearly that she was doomed. It had suddenly grown very hot in
the Councilors' chambers.
The sudden call of Masuda's voice startled her. [Miss
Tendo. Do you continue to claim that you've never owned a gun?]
[I... I... I--.]
The situation became too much for Nabiki. She dropped to
her knees, resting her forehead on her arms across the banister,
sobbing freely. Masuda reached into his jacket pocket, pulling
out a folded piece of yellow paper. His final nail for the
coffin.
[Miss Tendo. In my hand I hold a receipt from a gun
collectors shop in Central Tokyo. Tell me if you recognize the
seal on it.]
Nabiki looked up. Through her tears, she saw her personal
seal stamped in red on the paper.
[Its mine!] she answered, bursting out with renewed tears.
[And these thumb prints. Are they yours as well?] said
Masuda, unfolding the paper for her to see.
Nabiki could only nod her head, the facts clearly against
her.
Beaming with triumph, Masuda faced the bench. [The evidence
you are now examining, plus this receipt, verified in the
National Records, proves with out doubt that Nabiki Tendo
willingly, and purposely conspired to subvert our governing
body!]
[I present before His Imperial Majesty, Mister Prime
Minister, and our most honorable Judges, that Nabiki Tendo be
found guilty of all charges. Furthermore, she be given the
maximum punishment prescribed by our laws! That is the closing
statement from the Prosecution.]
Masuda bowed respectively to the court and returned to his
chair beneath a flurry of applause from the spectators in the
room. The loud banging of the Prime Minister's gavel finally
brought silence back to the room.
With his eyes stopping briefly on a grieving Nabiki Tendo,
the Prime Minister addressed Tosa.
[Mister Kurisawa, your closing arguments if you have any,]
he said.
Tosa remained motionless for a moment, gaze fixed on Nabiki.
He finally stood up and walked to the center of the chamber
floor.
[Your honorable sirs. Your Majesty. In the interest of my
clients well being, I must... I must ask that the mercies of this
esteemed court be considered in your verdict of Miss Tendo's
guilt.]
Tsubasa shot to his feet. "YOU LOSER!" he cried, pointing
angrily at the television set. "You panty-waist, good for
nothing, LOSER!"
"That son-of-a-bitch is giving up on my sister!" Kasumi
said.
Ono sat back, stunned by her reaction. "Kasumi?"
She rounded on him. "He's giving up, Ono. My sister could
be going to jail forever, and all because we couldn't do anything
to help her!"
"What could we do, Kasumi?" asked Konatsu. "What could this
lawyer do for that matter? Marcus has covered everything."
"We have to do something!"
"We will do something," Ono said.
"When?" snapped Kasumi. She got up, rushing off for the far
end of the room, crying uncontrollably.
"Kasumi," called Ono, going after her.
Meanwhile, the camera had panned back to the Prime Minister,
and he was clearly angry at Tosa.
[Your defense of you client has not been stellar, Mister
Kurisawa,] he said.
[Without any testimony from the Kuno's, sir, I have nothing
to offer in her defense. That is all I can say.]
Silence filled the Councilor Chambers as Tosa retook his
seat. For a long moment, the presiding court pondered his
comments, then the Prime Minister turned his attention to Nabiki.
[Miss Tendo,] he said.
Nabiki was still on her knees, head bowed down. The Prime
Minister called her name again and she shuddered, looking
hesitantly up.
[Do you have anything you would like to say on your behalf?]
Barely was Nabiki able to pull herself up to her feet. She
wiped her tear stained cheeks dry, body trembling, mind teetering
on the verge of collapse.
[I... I'm innocent... I swear I'm innocent.] she said in a
shaky voice. [I didn't want to try and kill you, but Renon
Marcus had me under his control. (Sniff, sniff) Please, please,
you've got to believe me, I'm... I'm innocent.]
She broke down again, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Apparently, her sorrow touched some of the judges. Renewed
deliberations began, this time the Prime Minister joining in on
the conversation. All eyes were locked on them, the tension
running thick as the crowd awaited their verdict. Suddenly, much
to everyone's surprise, the Emperor stood up and walked down. He
eyed the startled men, then motioned them all to move closer.
[This is very unusual,] commented Hirimanu. [The Emperor
has moved into council with the Prime Minister and presiding
Judges.]
[Clearly, this has caused him much concern to involve his
presence,] added Sayawza. [Unprecedented indeed.]
After a few more minutes, the deliberating parties returned
to their chairs. The Prime Minister held his palms together,
tapping his lips steadily while gazing down at Nabiki.
[Nabiki Tendo... it is the decision of this court that you
be found guilty of all charges.]
Nabiki's legs went weak. She wavered, the guard supporting
her in his arms before she could fall. She stared out into empty
space, all signs of comprehension gone.
[However, we find ourselves in conflict on the proper level
of sentencing. Therefore, we will adjourn this court until noon
tomorrow. By then, after further discussions, a decision will
have been made.]
He picked up his gavel. [Court is adjourned!] said The
Prime Minister, with a loud rap.
The scene panned over to Nabiki as she was lead lifelessly
away through the aisles. A deluge of flashes marked her exit,
then the picture shifted back to the CNN studio.
[So there you have it,] said Hirimanu. [Nabiki Tendo has
been found guilty of Treason, attempted murder, Terrorism, and
conspiracy to upsur our ruling government. Those are very
serious charges that carry with them very stiff penalties.]
[You have that right, Dan,] added Sayawza. [I'm not one to
predict, but I will make one this time.]
[On the sentence?] asked Hirimanu.
Sayawza nodded. [I would venture to say that tomorrow may
very well be the last Nabiki will ever see.]
[Possible. Just possible,] replied Hirimanu. [We will see
tomorrow.] He turned to the camera. [Join us at noon for the
dramatic conclusion to `The Trial of Nabiki Tendo'. I'm Dan
Hirimanu--.]
[And I'm Ryoka Sayawza signing off from CNN studios. Have a
pleasant evening.]
Chapter Nineteen

Silence prevailed among the three men staring at the now
blank television screen. Hikaru, Tsubasa, and Konatsu sat
stunned, wondering where their lives would lead now.
Behind them, Ono stood watching his beloved Kasumi sobbing
dolefully in the corner, her back turned to him. He reached out
touching her shoulder, but she shrugged it away, sobs increasing.
Angered by Kasumi's pain, Ono faced the guys.
They were watching them, awaiting his word.
"Gee, doc. What now?" asked Tsubasa.
Ono pondered their situation. His mind could only come up
with one solution, one that surely would endanger them all. He
looked at Tsubasa and Hikaru.
"Guys. We have to turn ourselves in," said Ono.
Hikaru and Tsubasa blanched, trading shocked looks.
"Uh, Doc," Tsubasa replied. "Are you sure that's the only
thing we can do?"
"There is no other choice," answered Tofu. "The only way to
even give Nabiki a chance is for us to come forward now."
"What about Marcus?" asked Hikaru.
"We have to try, Hikaru."
Konatsu shook his head. "Your odds are low, Doctor Tofu,"
he said.
"Konatsu's right," added Tsubasa. "We don't stand nary a
chance of even getting down the street before Marcus's goons come
swarming after us. And even if we do get lucky, what's to say we
don't meet with `unfortunate' accidents while in police custody
like you said before?"
"So should we just sit and allow Nabiki to bear our share of
this fiasco?" countered Tofu.
That hit the guys hard. They went quiet again, regretting
their reluctance to assist Nabiki.
A soft hand came down on Ono's shoulder. He turned to find
Kasumi staring up at him, concern written on her face.
"Ono, you can't--,"
"You were right, Kasumi," Ono cut in. "We should have done
something sooner, but I was slow. This trial should never have
happened. I'm sorry to have put you through all of this."
Kasumi's lips trembled, tears welling up in her eyes.
Gently, Tofu reached out to stroke her cheek with the back of his
hand, smiling lightly. She hugged him, burying her face into his
chest.
"It will be alright, Kasumi," said Tofu, rocking her gently.
He looked back at Hikaru and Tsubasa, arching a questioning
brow.
"Well, if we've gotta," Tsubasa said, shrugging.
Hikaru reluctantly went along with the idea. "Doc," he
said. "Isn't there any way we can let them know ahead of time
we're coming?"
"We could call," suggested Konatsu.
"Yeah, and let it get traced back to here. Ah-uhn," said
Tsubasa.
"We can't call," said Tofu. "But we can send them a
message."
Hikaru immediately knew what he was referring to. Opening
up the laptop on the table, the technogeek powered it up.
"Boy, why didn't I think of this," he said as he made the
connection to the internet. "I'll bet the cops will be--,"
[You have mail,] said a digitized woman's voice from the
machine.
Hikaru sat curled up in his chair in fright, the others
quickly gathering around him. They stared at the screen and the
tiny flashing envelope in the bottom bar.
"Hikaru, are you logged into your personal account?" asked
Doctor Tofu.
Hikaru peeked out between his fingers. "No. This is the
connection to Tokyo Police Headquarters," he replied.
"Grief, we've been found out!" exclaimed Tsubasa.
"No, no," said Doctor Tofu. "By now this place would have
been swarming with cops. No, this is something else."
"Well let's find out what this message says," Kasumi said.
Hikaru uncurled, reaching out to tap the icon. A window
appeared, and on it one small message.


Doctor Tofu, please contact me.

Lieutenant Oneda Kira


"Who is Lieutenant Oneda Kira?" asked Konatsu.
"I don't know," answered Ono. He scratched his head,
wondering what to make of the message. A trap? Could Marcus be
reaching out in the blind, trying to draw them out into the open?
That could not be, there was no way he could know about their
tap.
Hikaru tugged lightly on his sleeve.
"Do I answer it, doc?" he asked.
Tofu thought a bit longer. There still was the possibility
that this could be a setup.
"No, Hikaru," he told him.
"So what do we do now?" asked Kasumi.
"I say we answer it," said Tsubasa.
"We will," replied Ono. "But not electronically."
"Then how?"
Ono smiled. Turning to Konatsu, he took the man confidently
by both shoulders.
"Konatsu, I'm going to ask you to do just one last thing for
us."
"What do you need, Doctor?"
"It might be dangerous."
"I'm at your disposal, Doctor."
Tofu smiled. He glanced over at the clock. "Kasumi, how
much of that hair dye do we have left?"
"Plenty, Ono," she answered him.
"Good, good. It's about time for dinner, isn't it? Kasumi,
I'm going to need you to whip up a small dish. Tsubasa, we'll
need one of your disguises. Konatsu, get your delivery bike
ready."

* * * * *

It all was clear to Tatewaki Kuno.
Marcus's scheme of revenge appeared to be succeeding, the
events of the trial burning hot in his mind. Nabiki's life was
on line, and it would be only by his and Kodachi's testimonies
that she would be cleared.
Now the only problem was getting back to Tokyo.
Around him, the villagers conferred and gossiped among
themselves. Their main concern was not of Nabiki, but of the
force pursuing the Kunos. If they managed to arrive here, it
would be their lives this Asaiko Nari would extinguish for
harboring them.
Tatewaki knew this. It was time for them to go.
"Honorable sir," he addressed Fukamizu. "We will be going
now."
Fukamizu knew that if they struck out along the roads, it
would be certain death.
"Mister Kuno. Our village is a safe haven for you and your
companions."
A look of shock crossed some of the villagers faces, but
with a stern glance, Fukamizu dispelled any protest.
"No, we are endangering your citizens," continued Tatewaki.
"Thank you, but we must decline your offer."
"I see," replied Fukamizu. "I can send a runner to Omi-
Imazu. It will be long, but the police will be notified of your
whereabouts."
"An excellent idea, my good sir."
Kodachi arched a brow. "And how do you suggest we flitter
through Asaiko's web, dear brother?"
A detail Tatewaki overlooked, he thought mulling over their
options. Across the lake the sun was setting he could see.
Darkness would help, but no doubt in such confined of an area,
they would be overpowered and killed. His eyes drifted across
the lake again, then a smile formed.
"Sir," he said, looking back to Fukamizu. "By small chance
do you have any weapons available?"
"Mister Kuno. We are a very small hamlet with limited
resources. Of course we have weapons."
"Then may I ask to borrow some?"
"Yes, Mister Kuno."
"And a boat."
That caught Fukamizu off guard. "A boat?"
"The fastest you have."
Kodachi gazed upon her brother with a look of disbelief.
"Is there something wrong, Mistress Kodachi?" asked Sasuke.
"Yes. Tachi, you don't intend for us to--,"
"Cross the lake? Yes."
Letting out a huff, Kodachi shook her head.
"Is there something wrong, Kodachi?" asked Tatewaki,
confused by her reaction.
"Yes. My clothes are just about dry now. I really do not
want to chance taking another spill into that cold water."
Tatewaki rolled his eyes to the sky.
"Kodachi."

* * * * *

Shutting off the television screen, Renon Marcus pondered
the results of Nabiki's trial. To him it appeared that she
should have been sentenced, but this wrinkle only irked and
sparked his curiosity.
Standing up, he smiled at his captive audience. "Now that
was very entertaining."
Ranma cut his eyes up at him. "... she's, she's still not
dead, Marcus," he said.
"Yes, but I'm sure she will be given the proper sentence,"
he replied. The hate filled looks he received only made Renon
happier.
"But I can see you all disagree," he said in a mocking tone.
"Damn it, Marcus!" shouted Soun. "Will you stop toying with
us and get this over with!"
"And again, the idiotic blathering from the convicted felons
father. Such is the pain of relatives."
"MARCUS!" raged Soun.
He laughed.
"I think we've seen enough, Renon Marcus," Nodoka said.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Why keep us here any further?"
Marcus held up a finger, expression one of feigned
forgetfulness. "Oh yes, I forgot to inform you all that I've
invited you to dinner. That is, all but you Happosai."
Happosai's withered face glared at Marcus.
"Sorry. Yun-Fong's little bubble prevents feeding you I'm
afraid," he explained, shrugging innocently.
"Are you done, Marcus?" Yun-Fong said.
His tone was terse; Marcus frowning slightly at the sage.
"Yes, you may take your pet away. I've no further use for him
now."
As Happosai's prison was lifted, through dim eyes he could
see Yun-Fong's strained expression. A harder squint eyed the
cigarette holder held protectively in one hand.
The stem bit in half.
After they left, Renon resumed his taunting demeanor. "I
want you all to know that tonight's feast will be a grand one.
Guaranteed."
"We won't eat anything you serve us, Marcus," scowled Akane.
"You insane madman!" added Shampoo. "We not want to be
slaves to you again!"
Marcus arched a brow. "Oh, the lack of faith disturbs me.
Nevertheless, the invitation stands. Now I must go and check on
another acquaintance of yours I've seem to have overlooked."
Marcus reached into his pocket, pulling out the message he
received earlier.
"Ah, yes. `Konatsu'?"
A low gasp came from Ukyo, the first sign that she was aware
of anything at all. Marcus noticed, his eyes cutting briefly
over in her direction.
"I'll see you at dinner. Suin-Tan, Sapparo, make sure none
of them try to break free until then."
Turning, Renon strode away for the far door, signaling
Itchioni to follow him. Before stepping out, he looked at his
assistant.
"I want you to place a watch on Yun-Fong," he whispered.
"Yun-Fong?"
Marcus nodded. "I'm beginning to suspect our ally's
disposition."
They traded knowing looks, Marcus exiting to leave Yamaguchi
wondering how he was going to follow the instructions without
alerting the sage.
"Things are getting out of hand," he muttered.

* * * * *

Lieutenant Kira's grim expression told Ken and Wanabe that
he was not pleased with the results of the trial. They watched
as the Councilors exited, waiting for a break in the crowd to
depart.
Oneda's eyes drifted over to his nephew. Tosa was picking
up his papers and stuffing them haphazardly into his briefcase.
He could see he was upset; losing this case damaging to his
prestige, and quite possibly his career.
It was time to act, thought Oneda. No more baiting and
lures. The first thing, find the Kunos quickly before the
verdict on Nabiki Tendo's punishment came out.
"Ken," he said. "I want you to get on the phone with Osaka
Police Headquarters. Ask them for a status on their search for
the Kunos."
Ken frowned. "Okay, but I don't see why? Tendo's going to
be squashed by tomorrow and--,"
"Just do it," hissed Lieutenant Kira, anger creasing his
cheeks.
Ken reared back, never before seeing his superior quite so
mad with him. He looked over to Wanabe, but his partner shrugged
not understanding why either.
"O-Okay, boss," said Ken, swallowing lightly.
Oneda nodded. "Wanabe, contact our reaction force units.
Tell them to go on twelve hour alert."
"Are we expecting action, sir?" asked Wanabe.
Oneda's head slowly turned to him, a silent steady glare the
only answer given.
Wanabe tugged nervously at his collar. "Uh, I'm right on
it, sir," he said.
"Be quick, both of you," said Lieutenant Kira.
Ken and Wanabe got up.
Oneda ponder his options for a moment. Spotting Tosa
heading out one of the side doors, he shook his head slightly.
"Damn," muttered Oneda, getting up from his chair.

* * * * *

Standing at the shoreline, Tatewaki looked out across Lake
Biwa-ko in silent contemplation. He wondered if their upcoming
trip would be successful, a desperate attempt, but unavoidable if
they were to help Nabiki before she was sentenced.
The Lake's silent gray waters were quiet, the setting sun
reflecting along the distant horizon a beckoning invitation for
safety. Too offering, more akin to the preverbal calm before the
storm.
Turning, Tatewaki headed back to the small crowd gathered
around a boat awaiting launch. In it, Kodachi sat with arms
crossed angered by their current situation, while Sasuke started
the small motor at the rear.
"Well, is everything ready to go?" he asked.
Fukamizu smiled, nodding cheerfully. "You should not have
any problems getting across the lake, Mister Kuno."
"Humph," sounded Kodachi. "Dressed like this, it will be a
wonder we will not be laughed to death once the authorities see
us."
Tatewaki smirked. Realizing that if any of Asaiko's people
spotted three well dressed people crossing the lake, she would be
sure to be waiting for them when they arrived on the other side.
With the assistance of the villagers, what remained of Kodachi's
suit was exchanged for the common attire of a fisherman's wife.
Clad in the gray loose fitting robes, Kodachi fumed in silent
annoyance not like this change at all. Tatewaki's suit had been
replaced by clothes similar to the practice outfit he usually
wore when training. Sasuke was provided a dark brown ninja
outfit, befitting his status as the Kuno bodyguard.
"Kodachi, will you please quit being such a pain?" growled
Tatewaki.
Her head snapped around. "A pain!. I, a pain? Tachi, it
is not of my nature to wear clothes such as these," she said,
pulling at the lapels of her kimono.
"This is to save our lives, Kodachi," replied Tatewaki.
"Now behave yourself, and thank these gracious people for
assisting us."
Kodachi smirked. "Thank you," she said to the villagers,
turning her head curtly forwards again.
Tatewaki rolled his eyes up to the sky. "She is spoiled,"
he said to Fukamizu. "We appreciate all that you have done, and
will repay you once this debacle is over."
"Anything to help, Mister Kuno," replied Fukamizu. The old
man reached out, rapping the black lacquered chest plate Tatewaki
wore. "That armor breastplate has survived several generations,
protecting many a Fukamizu from harm. Trust it, and will take
care of you."
Tatewaki tapped the breastplate, nodding approvingly. "I
will, but hopefully I will not need its protection."
"Hopefully," replied Fukamizu.
"Now then, which is the quickest way to reach civilization?"
Fukamizu pointed out across Lake Biwa-ko. "Head towards the
gap between Take-jima and Okino-shima, then cut south towards
Omihachiman. There you will find a port and the authorities."
A silent nod, Tatewaki stepping into the boat. Sasuke
gunned the engine, and they moved out onto the waters.
"We shall repay you all!" called out Tatewaki as they
motored away.
"Just save that young lady!" replied Fukamizu.
As Sasuke nosed the boat out into the lake, Tatewaki took a
seat at the fore. He reached down, picking up the samurai sword
from the bottom, and strapped it across his back. Throwing a
large Happi coat around his shoulders to conceal it, he took a
quick glance at Kodachi. His sister was still fuming.
"Kodachi, will you for once see past your vanity and get
over this?" he said to her.
She stared at him briefly. "I'll keep my vanity, thank you
very much," Kodachi snapped.
Tatewaki shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said turning back
around.
A wave splashed up against the side of the boat; Kodachi
cringing as the mist caught her.
"And I'm getting wet again, brother dear. Oh thank you very
much!"
Tatewaki could only shake his head, wondering how much
longer he would have to endure his sisters complaints. Hopefully
not too long, or Asaiko's dark deed might be completed after all.

* * * * *

Happosai's gnarled hands pressed up against the sides of his
prison, desperately feeling for even the slightest of warmth from
the outside world. It was not to be, Yun-Fong's wards preventing
any of his chi to escape.
However, his nemesis paced angrily back and forth before the
sphere, thoughts and grumblings barely audible. Happosai drew in
a haggard breath then tapped weakly on the glass.
"... fong," he called.
Yun-Fong stopped. Their eyes met, and for a long moment
they stared at each other.
Finally, Yun-Fong's gaze cut from side to side. He moved up
to the glass and knelt down.
"Happosai," he said low. "You are a demented bastard that
should be eradicated from the very face of the Earth."
Happosai narrowed an eye. "So you believe me now," he said.
Yun-Fong grit his teeth. "Yes," he snarled angrily.
"Then let me out of this thing!"
Reaching up, Yun-Fong started to do just that. He suddenly
stopped and looked back over his shoulder towards the cell door.
"No," he replied.
"No? No!" exclaimed Happosai. He broke out coughing in
fits, slipping back down to the bottom of the sphere.
"Listen to me, Happi," continued Yun-Fong. "Now is not the
time for us to strike."
Happosai managed to look up. "What do you mean? We must go
and help those kids before Marcus does something terrible to
them."
"In your current condition, we would both end up on the
wrong side of his machinations."
"But Fong--,"
Yun-Fong held up a finger, cutting off Happosai's words. He
gave the cell door another glance, then placed his hands on the
surface of the sphere. A dim glow lit Fong's hands. Happosai
felt a burst of warmth flow through his body. It felt good,
revitalizing part of his soul. He smiled.
"That should help," said Yun-Fong, standing up. "Now
pretend you are on the verge of death, and I will return when it
is time for us to strike."
Happosai's beady eyes flickered, then he drifted off into a
light slumber.
Satisfied that his change would not be detected, Yun-Fong
went to the door and signaled for the guard to open it up.

* * * * *

How could I have missed her? wondered Renon, staring at the
likeness of Konatsu on his computer's monitor. A common
employee. No wonder we couldn't find Tofu and his friends.
There was a light knock on the door, then Itchioni stuck his
head inside.
"You wanted to see us, Doctor?" he said.
Renon nodded, eyes still locked on the screen. Itchioni and
Sapparo walked in, standing before the desk. Pursing his lips
tight, Renon leaned forwards and rested his chin on his crossed
fingers.
"I have found Kasumi Tendo," he said.
Yamaguchi's brows rose up. "In Tokyo?" he asked.
"In Nerima, my dear friend," replied Marcus. He reached
over, tapping a button on the desk. Behind them, the wall panels
opened up exposing his wall screen monitor. Another button
displayed Konatsu's likeness.
"This is one of Ukyo Kuonji's employees, a young lady by the
name of `Konatsu'."
"Ah," trailed Yamaguchi. "How do you know that Kasumi Tendo
is with her?"
"It seems that our little friend also was in the company of
Tsubasa Kurenai, and Hikaru Gosunkugi last night."
"They were seen? Where?"
Marcus laughed. "You will not believe this, but in Tokyo
Police Headquarters of all places. They managed to sneak in, but
for what reason is not clear at the present moment."
"Amazing," said Itchioni. "Your information network is sure
it was this `Konatsu' girl?"
Renon arched a brow. "Of course, Itchioni."
"Then I suppose you have an address so Sapparo and I can pay
her a little visit?"
"Forthcoming," replied Renon. "My informant is still
working on that."
Yamaguchi thought a moment. He looked at the screen, then
back to Marcus. "I still do not see how you know Tendo is with
her," he said.
"Think about it," answered Renon. "Kurenai, Gosunkugi, and
this Konatsu girl at Tokyo Headquarters? No, a stunt like that
is something only Doctor Tofu would think up."
"And where Tofu is, Kasumi Tendo is sure to be close
behind," Itchioni said.
"Precisely. Once we have the address, Sapparo will lead a
team over and... `extract' what is rightfully mine."
Marcus smiled deviously, casting his gaze upon his Master
Ninja. "I trust you will be successful?"
Sapparo nodded.
"Now then," continued Renon. "Sapparo will bring back
Kasumi and eliminate Tofu and the others. That includes this
`Konatsu' girl."
The sudden beep from the phone on the desk made Marcus
pause. He looked at the readout, and much to both Itchioni and
Sapparo's eyes, Renon's expression dropped in shock.
He wave both of them to the side, then the screen flickered.
"Renon," said the Chairman as his imaged focused into view.
"Yes, sir."
The light tap of the Chairman's fingers on his desk told
Marcus that something was not right.
"It seems that our illustrious Prime Minister is again
prying into our affairs."
Marcus thought a second. "The Trade Committee? I thought
controlling Sakita would--,"
"Sakita is not the problem, Renon," the Chairman cut in.
"The Prime Minister is in total disagreement with the plans we
instructed Mister Sakita to present."
Renon sat back in his chair. "Tch, tch, tch. That is not
good news, sir," he said.
"Indeed." The Chairman paused. "I want you to take care of
this problem, Renon," he finally said.
A thin smile creased Marcus's lips. "Subversion, sir?"
The Chairman leaned closer to the screen. "Elimination," he
replied.
Yamaguchi's blood rushed cold at the word. Another attempt
to kill the Prime Minister. Things had simply gone from bad to
worse!
But Renon appeared confident, rubbing his hands together.
"I believe I can accommodate your request, sir."
"Tomorrow?"
"Right after the completion of the Tendo trial."
Sitting back, the Chairman regarded Marcus. "This is your
second chance, Renon. Don't fail."
"I understand, sir," replied Renon, nodding slowly.
The screen went blank.
Marcus drew in a breath and sat up. "Hm," he sounded,
pondering this new assignment. "I suppose this changes my
current plans."
"How so, Doctor?" asked Itchioni.
"It appears Sapparo has a more important assignment now."
Itchioni started slightly. "B-b-but Doctor Marcus, don't
you think--,"
Renon raised a hand, cutting Yamaguchi off.
"Itchioni, please check on dinner for me, hmm?" he said.
The hint was well taken, Itchioni excusing himself. When
they were alone, Marcus turned to look at Sapparo.
"This will work out quite well. In fact, this could not be
more perfect."
Sapparo tipped his head slightly to one side. "In what
ways, Doctor Marcus?"
The devious grin reappeared, Renon calling up a picture of
Ranma on his computer. He traced the image's features with a
finger, coming to a stop around Ranma's throat.
"Sapparo, I want you to take Ranma with you tomorrow. Make
sure he is present when you eliminate the Prime Minister."
"Yes, Doctor Marcus," answered Sapparo. "Is that all, sir?"
Renon looked at the picture again. "There is one more
thing, Sapparo." Marcus cut his eyes up at him. "When you
return, come back alone."
Joy filled Sapparo's eyes.
"As you wish, Doctor Marcus."

Chapter Twenty

The Anti-Terrorist offices were full of activity as Oneda
Kira intensified his search for the Kunos, and Doctor Tofu's
small band of fugitives. Everyone was hard at work, checking
leads, organizing search teams in an effort to produce something
before the noon deadline tomorrow.
In his office, Lieutenant Kira listened to the report Wanabe
Tamigari read off; Ken Homa seated beside him showing his usual
bored face when not interested in something.
"Our people have searched the southern sectors of Tokyo all
the way up to the docks," said Wanabe.
"All of Chuo-ku?" asked Oneda.
"Yes sir."
"Minato-ku, Setagaya-ku?"
Ken sighed loudly. "Shinijuku-ku, Shibuya-ku, Toshima-ku,
we've searched all of the districts, boss. Nothing."
Oneda leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands
together. Cutting a glance over at his computer monitor, a light
grunt came from him as he smiled.
"Ken. Aren't you at least a bit curious what the Kunos, or
Doctor Tofu and his friends have to say about all of this?" he
asked.
Ken shook his head. "The Kunos, n'eah there is some
interest. Tofu and the remainder of the Tendo gang members,
nawoup."
Wanabe sat down, staring at his partner. "Nawoup?"
"Yep. No, notta, nix, none."
"But Ken, if even by the slightest of chances Nabiki Tendo
is innocent, don't you think the court should hear what they have
to say?"
"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Ken. "We've got the ringleader.
You heard her yourself admitting she and her cronies were
plotting to kill the Emperor and Prime Minister."
"What about the Kunos?" asked Oneda.
"Humph! We'll be lucky if they ever show their faces again
in public after the evidence presented today."
A good point, thought Lieutenant Kira. There still was the
hidden fact that he had Mousse tucked away safe and sound.
Nabiki Tendo's case could be reopened if he wished, but then all
his cards and advantages would be lost. The prey would make
itself disappear, and with things so close to an end he did not
want to lose what contact he had no matter how slight.
This had to be handled by its present course, and that meant
bringing in the Kunos alive.
"Since you obviously have things all wrapped up," continued
Wanabe. "Where, may I ask, is your mind at?"
Ken stretched, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm currently
thinking about dinner," he answered, patting his chest with his
hands.
"Thinking about food," snapped Wanabe, shaking his head.
"Why not? The evening is almost upon us, and we did eat a
light lunch. I'm hungry. What about you, boss?"
Lieutenant Kira smirked. "Not particularly," he answered.
Another short glance at the monitor, then Oneda picked up
the notes he made from his desk.
"Ken, I want another search conducted in Furinkan."
"Again? The police there have swept the town several times
already."
"This time I want it centered on the area around Ucchans."
Wanabe nodded. "Yes. Say boss think we can wait until we
get some feedback on our query about this Konatsu girl?"
"Konatsu?"
"Yeah," said Ken. "Gosunkugi's file mentioned the name. I
think it's that girl we saw in the picture."
Oneda arched a brow at them. "You should have told me about
this sooner," he said.
"Ah, we thought it best to research it first before jumping
the gun," explained Wanabe.
"I see. No address yet?"
"That's what we're waiting on, boss," replied Ken.
A knock on the door, one of the officers outside sticking
her head inside.
"Lieutenant Kira," she said. "Your dinner is here."
Oneda paused, staring at the woman. She frowned.
"Am I interrupting, sir?" she asked.
"My dinner?" answered Oneda.
Through the partly open doorway, another head peered in. A
young blond-haired man looked around at the three detectives.
"Lieutenant Oneda Kira?" he said.
Oneda motioned him to step inside. The delivery boy held a
brown paper bag in one hand, holding it up as he approached the
desk. A pleasant smell drifted through the air; Ken and Wanabe
letting out hums of delight.
"Hey, that smells real good," commented Ken.
"I guess this explains why you didn't want to eat out,"
added Wanabe.
Lieutenant Kira eyed the delivery boy warningly. "Are you
sure you have the right person, son?" he asked.
Pulling out an order pad, the delivery boy flipped a few
pages up. "Sweet-n-sour shrimp, fried rice, and beef tips?" he
read off to Oneda.
"Oh I see now," Ken said. "Eating Chinese, huh boss?"
Chinese! thought Oneda.
His eyes widened slightly, a gesture not missed by the
delivery-boy. They traded knowing looks, then Lieutenant Kira
clasped his hands together.
"Yes, Chinese," he said brightly, taking the bag. "I
completely forgot about this."
An awkward silence passed, the delivery boy standing still
as a pillar of stone.
"Uh, boss," said Wanabe. "I think need to pay him?"
"What? Oh, oh yes. I do indeed! Ah, how much do I owe
you?"
"The receipt is in the bag, sir," answered the delivery boy.
Oneda opened the bag. Pulling out a slip of paper, he
paused for a moment while reading it. A chuckle suddenly came
from him.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see anyone laugh at a bill," said
Ken.
"Must have a discount on it," Wanabe said.
Lieutenant Kira tucked the paper in his shirt pocket. "Fair
enough," he said to the delivery boy.
Another awkward silence passed.
"Uh, boss?" said Ken.
"Hm?"
"Money?"
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Oneda. He pulled out his wallet,
handing several yen to the delivery boy.
"Is that enough?"
The delivery boy nodded, heading out the door.
Tamigari leaned over watching the delivery boy exit the
headquarter office. He smirked, a thoughtful look on his face,
then turned back around.
Ken noticed his expression. "What's up?" he asked.
"That kid. I'm not sure, but--." He paused, then shook his
head. "Nah, just my eyes I guess."
"And you wear glasses," joked Ken.
Oneda eyed his two protege's, thinking of this new turn of
events. Taking a glance at his watch, the Lieutenant stood up.
"Gentlemen, I have another meeting to attend," he said,
grabbing his coat.
"Where at, boss?" Wanabe asked.
Oneda waved a hand. "A meeting," he replied. "Ken, hold
off on that request I made earlier. Both of you wait for me here
until I get back."
Ken and Wanabe watched their superior head briskly out the
door. Wanabe suddenly called to him.
"What about your dinner?"
"You can have it," he replied, exiting the office.
Ken and Wanabe again were stupefied by Lieutenant Kira's
unusual behavior. They sat staring silently out into space for a
moment.
"Tami," said Ken suddenly, nudging him on the arm.
"What?" replied Wanabe.
Ken's playful eyes cut over at him.
"I get the shrimp!" he said, lunging for the desk.
"No you don't!"

* * * * *

Asaiko Nari scanned the surrounding hills with a pair of
binoculars, searching desperately for any sign of the Kunos.
Again, they managed to elude her and her force, drawing out what
should have been finished long ago. It was a wonder Doctor
Marcus did not order Miska to terminate her after such a long
delay.
Peering out over the expanse of Lake Biwa-ko, she found
herself looking at the far shoreline and the setting suns glow
amidst the hills. It would have been nice to enjoy this evening,
she thought reflecting on the serene display. No, these Kunos
have to be so elusive like snakes in the grass just waiting for a
chance to rear their heads and strike.
"Miska," she called out, bringing the binoculars down.
Miska appeared out of the trees. Sensing his presence, Asaiko
continued. "All the roads are covered?"
"All within ten miles of this area," answered Miska.
"Villages. Hamlets. Rest Stops?"
"Under surveillance."
Asaiko smirked. Bringing up the binoculars again, she
renewed her scan of the lake and surrounding shores.
"Where could these Kunos have gone too?" she said.
"They are slippery ones," Miska commented. "I'm impressed
by their resourcefulness."
The binoculars came sharply down; Asaiko's head snapping
around. "Do not be impressed by anything they do, Miska!" she
said. "Doctor Marcus expects us to eliminate them, and I will
succeed in that!"
Miska's demeanor never faltered. "They still have eluded
us, Ms. Nari," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice.
Turning, Asaiko let out a frustrated growl. She fought
through her anger, scanning the lake.
"They will not avoid us, Mi--,"
Her sudden pause caught Miska's attention. Asaiko stood
still as stone, peering hard at something out on the lake. He
could see her jaw slowly drop.
"MISKA!" cried Asaiko. "Miska, look!"
Bringing up his binoculars, Miska peered out over the lake.
His gaze fixed on a small boat making its way steadily across
Lake Biwa-ko towards the far shore.
"A fisherman," he said.
"No!" shouted Asaiko. "Fisherman, or fishermen?"
Miska looked again. There were three people in the boat.
He strained, but at their present distance he could not make our
any recognizable features.
"It could be them, Ms. Nari, but--,"
"It's them, Miska," Asaiko said firmly.
Miska thought a moment. "Well even if it is, there is no
way we can pursue them."
"NO!" cried Asaiko. She paused, fist shaking at her sides
as her fury grew. Finally, Asaiko calmed down. She drew in
several breaths, then thought.
"Miska," she said. "Do we not have agents throughout the
towns around this lake?"
"Yes."
Asaiko thought some more. "Is there not an airfield just
outside of Shiga?"
"Yes." Miska stopped, then Asaiko could see his cheeks rise
up in a smile. "Yes, yes there is, and we have agents standing
by there too."
Asaiko chuckled. Smoothing a brow with a pinky finger, she
peered out across the lake once more.
"Oh, this is perfect," she said. "The Kunos and there
disgusting little manservant dying in an odd boating accident.
What could be more convenient."
"It is fitting."
"Yes, it is." She brought the binoculars down, beaming
triumphantly at the tiny boat on the lake. "Make the proper
call, Miska."
"At once, Ms. Nari."
She tapped him on a shoulder as he turned. "And assemble
our people."
Miska frowned. "Will there be a need?" he asked.
"Maybe. Something about these Kunos. Never ones to
underestimate, Miska." Asaiko looked at him, eyes set in a stern
gaze. "Assemble them, and get them on their way to Shiga."
Miska nodded, disappearing into the trees.
Asaiko took on last look at the tiny boat. Letting out an
evil chuckle, she darted off into the forest.

* * * * *

The dinner looked tempting to the half starved prisoners
seated around Renon Marcus's dinning room table. If it were not
for their host's dark reputation, they would have gladly dived
into the dishes. Instead, they all sat staring down at the
plates of food, not daring to touch even their glasses of water.
Renon walked in and took his place at the head of the table;
Yamaguchi, Suin-Tan, Rei and his brothers taking their seats soon
after that. Around the room Renon's guards stood with weapons
ready just in case their captives tried to escape.
Renon eyed them for a moment. "So. I can assume by the
looks that none of you are willing to dine with me?" he said.
Ranma, quivering from pain, looked at him. "...that, that
is a... stupid question... Marcus," he answered.
"You really don't expect us to eat this!" said Akane.
"Why yes I do, Akane," replied Renon.
"Insane," growled Genma.
Stopping, Marcus put on a thoughtful expression. He sat
back, gazing up at the ceiling for a moment.
"Ah yes, now I know. Our little thing about Ginsukou."
"What else?" said Nodoka.
Renon laughed. "You all think I'm going to try and subvert
you."
"Evil thoughts not far from your mind, Marcus," snapped
Shampoo.
He paused. Letting out a brief laugh, Renon nodded. "I see
will be needing some proof that my meal is safe. Rei, Suin-Tan,
please be so kind and trade dinners with Shampoo and, ah, Ranma."
Rei reached across the table and set his meal in front of
Ranma, taking his. Suin-Tan swapped meals with Shampoo and
started eating. Watching them for a moment, the captives were
still not convinced. Marcus noticed this and frowned.
"Such a hard crowd to please," he said.
Standing up, Renon took his dish and walked around to Genma.
He exchanged diners, going so far as to take a quick bite from
both plates. With a sarcastic wink, Marcus returned to his
chair.
A nervous silence prevailed, Renon and his minions eating
heartily. The seven captives traded nervous looks, then Akane
bravely picked up her chopsticks. She took a mouthful of food
and chewed slowly, all eyes watching for any signs of subversion.
Akane blinked, waiting for any change, but none appeared. Slowly
she gave them all an approving nod.
"Very impressive, Akane," said Renon, eyeing her. "The
bravest of them all. I commend you."
The woman said nothing, continuing on with her meal.
"Nodoka, I truly expected you to give your siblings the
okay, seeing how you thwarted my earlier attempt."
Nodoka cast him a look of disdain. "I would think that you
had enough sense to cover up the scent of Ginsukou, Renon
Marcus."
Marcus nodded. "I would have," he replied. "But my current
supply of Ginsukou is gone, and the new shipment is not due for a
while."
"Fortunate for some of you," added Yamaguchi, eyeing Shampoo
with an devious smile.
Suin-Tan paused from his meal to level a stern gaze on him.
They eat on in silence for a few minutes longer, then Renon
looked over at Rei.
"So Rei, your people are ready to finish Hibiki?" he asked
him.
Several coughs sounded, shock and surprise coming to the
faces of his captives around the table. He smiled, picking up a
glass of wine and sat back.
"Yes," answered Rei. "They should be arriving at this Akari
Unryuu's home shortly."
Ukyo looked around at Rei, eyes wide with fear. Rei smiled,
arching a brow.
"Rei... don't harm Akari," she said, much to his surprise.
"Ho, she can talk!" exclaimed Huuchu-so.
Rei shook his head. "Not after what she and that accursed
pig of hers did to me. Ryoga will die, and so will she."
Ukyo looked to Marcus. "Marcus, c-call them off," she
begged.
Renon just shrugged. "It's out of my hands, Ukyo," he said.
Soun slammed an angry fist on the table. "Will you not tire
of this game, Marcus!" he shouted as weapons were leveled on him.
Sapparo stole menacingly up behind his chair.
"A game?" replied Marcus. "I'm not playing any games, Soun
Tendo." His voice took on a deathly serious tone, eyes cold as
steel. "My termination of those unworthy of life is quite
fitting. Hibiki and his little whore will feel my wrath."
"So what does that make us, Renon Marcus?" asked Nodoka.
Marcus's calm behavior returned. "All of you?" He laughed.
"Well we already know about dumb and dumber here. Akane, just
like you, are... commodities I enjoy having around. Serves to
keep my `employee' in line.
Ranma let out a growl, then clutched at his stomach.
Renon debated, choosing his next words carefully. "I soon
will have another commodity in my possession," he continued,
taking a sip from his glass. "The dear and lovely Kasumi."
Soun let out a cry. He reared back, ready to launch the
chopstick in his hand through the air, but a strong grip stopped
him. Sapparo glared down at Soun, effortlessly holding Soun's
wrist back. The click of a safety was heard, then Soun felt the
barrel of a gun pressed against his head.
"I would stop, Soun," said Renon. "I will not hesitate to
have you finished off."
Soun's furious stare remained locked on Marcus. He sneered
and was just about to carry out his threat, when Genma turned to
his friend. Sapparo's eyes cut over at him. Genma paused
looking up, then back at Soun.
"Soun, relax," he said calmly.
Soun breathed hard, letting out huffs as he forced back his
rage. Feeling the muscles in his wrist go slack, Sapparo let him
go with a firm push, taking the chopstick out of his hand.
"Good boy," commented Marcus.
"... you, you will pay if you touch my daughter, Marcus,"
Soun said weakly, staring down at the table.
A bright smile appeared, Marcus enjoying his torment. "I
already have," he replied. Soun's head snapped up. "Oh, I see
Kasumi did not tell you. Interesting."
"You are disgusting, Renon Marcus!" shouted Nodoka. "A
common, low life rapist. You, you, you don't deserve mercy from
anyone!"
Nodoka bristled with fury, but Marcus just smiled at her.
Taking another sip, he casually traced a finger along the rim of
the glass. "Nodoka. I consider myself a cynosure of fine art
and beauty, if you have not noticed." He gestured around the
room. "Intimacy is a natural human form of compassion. Isn't
that right, Ranma, hmm?"
Ranma could say nothing, eyeing Renon with malice.
"Your mockery of compassion sickens me," said Nodoka. She
roughly pushed her meal away.
Bien-so laughed. "This is bether than athope opthra," he
said, amused by the entire conversation.
Akane shuddered, tears building in her eyes. "Marcus, just
kill us will you?" she pleaded.
"Not you, Akane," answered Renon. "Your Doctor Tofu, those
two misfits; Gosunkugi and Kurenai, yes, once my people catch up
with them. Also that Konatsu girl."
"Not Konatsu!" exclaimed Ukyo.
"For keeping Kasumi from me. Oh yes, a must."
Ukyo sagged in her chair.
Renon continued. "But to answer your question, Akane. I
would suggest everyone finish their meal. After all, for one of
you, it will be your last."
Silence passed, even Marcus's minions stopping to wonder
what he meant by that. Setting the glass of wine back on the
table, Marcus steepled his hands before him.
"I knew that would get everyone's attention," he said.
Their eyes remained locked on him. "You did not think I invited
you here just for a social visit?"
"Who do you plan to have eliminated, Doctor?" asked Suin-
Tan.
Renon picked up his chopsticks, attacking the last remnants
of his dinner. "I'll decide that once I've finished eating, Suin-
Tan."
Suin-Tan looked over at Shampoo. She glanced over at him,
narrowing her eyes.
"But Ranma, I can say it will not be you," continued Renon.
"Why not?"
Marcus paused, looking up. "I have another job for you."
Ranma cringed. Cutting a glance over to Yamaguchi, Marcus's
henchman quickly snapped him a quick wink, grinning.
"Not... not again, Marcus!" growled Ranma.
A chuckle, Renon humored by Ranma's resistance. "No, not in
that capacity, Saotome. Something a little more elaborate."
"What do you expect from me, Marcus! Urgh!"
Ranma clutched at his midsection again. Letting out another
growl of pain, his slumped forwards head resting on the table.
Akane reached out to help him, but Sapparo swatted her hands
back.
"Ranma's dying!" cried Akane.
"No he's not," said Renon. He watched Ranma writhe for a
moment. "What I expect from you, Ranma, is complete and utter
obedience. You will do as I instruct."
Sapparo jerked Ranma back up by the hair, turning him around
to face Renon.
"Are we clear on this?" questioned Marcus. Ranma slowly
nodded. "Well, I'm finished. Anyone for desert?"
The table remained silent.
"Yes. It might be wise to skip that." Marcus pushed his
chair back and stood up. "Itchioni, I'm going to take a short
nap. Please see to our guest."
"Certainly, Doctor," said Yamaguchi. He paused. "Uh,
Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Who, uhm, is the lucky one?"
Marcus acted surprised. "Yes, thank you for reminding me.
Would you do the honors and 'retire' Miss Kuonji for me?"
Ukyo gasped.
"Doctor Marcus!" said Rei. He stood up. "Kuonji is ours."
"Yeah!" said his brothers, rising up as well.
"She was yours," answered Renon. "You've had your way with
her, but now she has exceeded her time."
"Then let us finish her," said Rei.
"No, I owe Itchioni somebody, and Miss Kuonji is a fitting
subject."
"But we agreed!" shouted Rei.
"On extracting your revenge, Rei," snarled Marcus. "You've
done that. It is my turn."
Marcus's tone ended any further protest. Rei's eyes were
slits, but he remained silent.
"Now," continued Renon. "Itchioni, please take Miss Kuonji
out and kill her."
Yamaguchi appeared lost for a moment. He suddenly smiled
and stood up. "I'll use my cannon," he said heading for the
door.
"You do that," replied Marcus. He glanced a Rei for a
moment. "Rei, you and your brothers go with him. I need
witnesses, and seeing her die should appease your appetites."
Rei remained silent. He gestured to his brothers, and the
Zuchen twins pulled Ukyo from her chair. Taking a pair of
handcuffs from one of the guards, they cuffed her hands behind
her back.
"Marcus, you can't murder Ukyo like this!" shouted Genma.
"Yes I can." He paused, smiling wryly. "And Rei," he said.
Rei looked back. "Take Ranma with you."
"NO!" cried Ranma.
Sapparo yanked him from his chair. A sturdy punch to the
stomach dropped Ranma to his knees.
"Marcus!" cried Nodoka, but he held up a finger, cutting her
off.
The guards slapped a pair of cuffs on Ranma, then he was
jerked to his feet and handed over to Rei.
"Ensure he sees everything," Renon instructed him.
Ranma was dragged off, leaving the remaining people in the
room stunned.
"Sapparo," Marcus said, breaking the silence. "Return our
guest to their proper places."
Sapparo nodded. Under the close eye of the guards, Soun and
Genma were manacled and led away. Suin-Tan shackled Shampoo and
hurriedly had her out of the room.
As Akane's cage was lowered, Marcus smiled at her. His eyes
roved over her body, then their eyes met. Letting out a light
grunt, he gestured towards the cage. Akane was pulled out of her
chair and locked back inside. Satisfied, Marcus started to go,
when he felt Nodoka's burning gaze on him. They traded looks,
then Renon leaned towards her.
"Like I said. I control everything here." Marcus drew
back, looking down on her.
"Everything," he said again then turned, walking out.

* * * * *

Huddled up against the far side of her cell, Nabiki cried
into her pillow without pause. Seated across from her, Tosa
watched his client, helpless to do much more to relieve her of
the despair she felt. He was angry at the fact that events
turned out this way. Nabiki Tendo quite possibly could be
sentenced to death, and all because he could not properly
represent her.
If only the Kunos had been located sooner, he thought. His
uncle did say their whereabouts were known. How come the police
could not track them down? It was unusual for them not to be
efficient. Something as important as this would certainly draw
all their efforts into the search.
A break sounded, Nabiki slowly sitting up. She looked at
him, then wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"S-S-So why are you here?" she said between sniffles.
"Because you are my client, Nabiki."
"Not anymore!" shouted Nabiki. "I'm dead. Dead, and all
because I couldn't get any decent representation!"
Another rebuff, but Tosa felt he deserved it this time.
"Please, Nabiki. I'm sorry. I wish I could have done better,"
he replied, looking down at the floor, dejected.
"Well it's too late, Mister Kurisawa!"
Nabiki hung her head, bursting out into tears again.
Tosa shook his head. "The trial is not over yet, Nabiki."
"It might as well be!" snapped Nabiki, looking up again.
"Not yet!" replied Kurisawa. His forcefulness stopped
Nabiki. "We still have time."
"For what? I've already been found guilty!"
"But we still have yet to hear from the Kunos."
Nabiki's head tipped to one side, her expression lost. "The
trial is over, Mister Kurisawa. Tomorrow I'm going to be
sentenced. You'll never find Tatewaki before noon!"
A stern gaze locked on her, Tosa's lips tight together.
"Are you giving up on me now, Nabiki?"
She paused, unsure what to think or do.
"You still think I can be cleared of this?"
"If I can locate the Kunos and get them here, you stand
every chance of acquittal."
Nabiki closed her eyes. A tear streaked down one cheek,
then she cupped her hands to her face, crying freely. "It's
hopeless," she said, shaking her head.
Tosa placed firm hands on her shoulders. "Don't give up
yet, Nabiki," he told her.
Nabiki stared at him. Her lips trembled, resolve dissolving
behind a torrent of huffs and tears. Gently, Tosa pulled her
close.
"I will stop this insanity, Nabiki Tendo," said Kurisawa.
"Just have faith in me."
She drew back, nodding her head.
"Please... please, Mister Kurisawa. I don't want to go to
prison."
"And you won't."
Standing up, Tosa grabbed his coat and briefcase. "I've got
to go now," he said, knocking on the door.
"Mister Kurisawa," called Nabiki as he stepped out. "All
those comments I made earlier... I'm sorry. I do have faith in
you. You seem to be the only one who cares."
Tosa smiled. "Sleep well, Nabiki Tendo," he said.
The guard closed the cell door, locking it with a loud
clack.
Kurisawa's smile faded as he walked down the hall.
Okay, uncle, he thought, narrowing his eyes. No more
secrets.

* * * * *

Kukugikan Sumo Hall
0600PM

A loud cry carried through the packed hall as two Sumo
wrestlers grappled at the center of a clay ring. Lieutenant Kira
watched silently, his mind on more than just the current event
below. His seat wasn't the best, in fact with regards to most
seating it would be considered the cheapest seats in the house.
A fine choice, thought Oneda. Semi-dark, out of obvious
sight, a perfect place for a meeting. The only missing factor
now was Doctor Tofu himself.
Cheers rose through the spectators around him as the match
below concluded. If it were not for the fact he was on another
task, Oneda would have had a field day with the illegal gambling
transactions occurring in the crowd around him. He looked
around, but in the dim light could not make out clear features.
Could Tofu have had second thoughts, wondered Kira? Shrugging
off the notion, he tossed another chip from his snack bag into
his mouth and resumed watching the events on the floor.
Soon he was caught up in the match. A sudden sharp prick at
the small of his back startled Oneda, then a hooded figure leaned
over one shoulder.
"Don't look back," whispered Ono Tofu.
Lieutenant Kira sat surprised by the man's sudden
appearance. He began reaching slowly for his gun, but another
prick of the knife halted his hand.
"I will use this on you, Lieutenant," Tofu threatened.
Oneda let out a hum, nodding his head acknowledging his
words.
"Doctor Tofu, this is so out of character for you."
Ono moved back, but kept the blade pressed firmly in place.
"It is times like these which drives men to do unspeakable acts,"
he replied.
"Like attempted murder, Doctor?"
"If you are referring to that misconceived notion about
Nabiki Tendo, you're wrong."
"Hmm," sounded Oneda. He arched his back, smarting as the
blade jerked slightly. "Doctor Tofu, you can put that knife
away," he said.
"I'll decide that, Lieutenant Kira," answered Tofu. "As of
right now I don't know if you are who you claim to be."
Oneda chuckled. "Well you could have had Gosunkugi check my
records. You still have access to Tokyo Police Headquarter
files."
A nervous shudder passed through Ono. He cut his eyes from
side to side, searching for any sign of a trap in the works.
Sensing his mounting fear, Lieutenant Kira quickly settled him.
"Doctor, I'm alone as per your request."
Tofu thought, then the pressure from the blade faded.
"I don't trust you still, Lieutenant Kira."
"Understandable. I trust you and your friends are fairing
well?"
"What do you mean?"
"No doubt you saw Nabiki's trial. Very upsetting to say the
least."
"Yes. Kasumi is very upset."
"Kasumi Tendo? She with you too?"
That could have been a mistake, thought Ono. "Yes," he
reluctantly answered. Ono leaned closer. "What do you want,
Lieutenant?"
"Isn't it obvious, Doctor Tofu? I want you and your friends
to come in so I can keep you safe from harm."
"Or deliver us into Renon Marcus's hands," retorted Ono.
"Ha, ha, come now, doctor. If I was working for your Mister
Marcus, don't you think you would have been cornered?"
"Not unless you were going to have me followed, and reveal
the whereabouts of Kasumi."
"Oh? Marcus is that much of a threat to her?"
"He wants her, and I swore to prevent that."
"And have you sworn to kill Renon Marcus if the opportunity
arises?"
Tofu was silent, drawing back.
Lieutenant Kira frowned. "Doctor Tofu?" He started to look
back, but the knife blade pricked his back again.
"I said don't look back," warned Ono.
Settling, Oneda paused waiting for the Doctor to answer his
question.
"Nabiki Tendo is innocent, Lieutenant," Ono finally said.
Not the answer he was looking for, but at least the man was
speaking again. The knife disappeared, and he let out a low
sigh.
"I've already come to that conclusion, Doctor Tofu," said
Oneda.
"Then why the hell are you allowing this mockery of justice
to continue?" snarled Doctor Tofu.
"It's not the fact I'm allowing anything. I do not have
enough evidence to clear her."
"Marcus might be holding the Tendos and Saotomes hostage,"
added Ono.
"Another reason why I don't act prematurely."
"So what are you going to do about this?!"
Lieutenant Kira smiled. "Calm yourself, Doctor. The first
thing we need to do is get you, Kasumi, and your three friends
into protective custody."
"Three friends?"
"I know about Miss Konatsu. Her picture, along with
Gosunkugi and Kurenai, were caught by one of our security
cameras."
Oneda could hear Doctor Tofu curse lightly under his breath.
"Don't worry yourself, Tofu. We've not an address yet."
Ono glared at the Lieutenant, wondering if he should trust
him or not. Some of his comments made him wonder if the man's
intentions were sincere, but if he was on their side, then the
odds of save Nabiki were in their favor. Kasumi's safety
remained the foremost worry in his mind, and he was not about to
let her fall into Renon's dark grip again.
Thinking a long moment, Doctor Tofu reached into his pants
pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Quickly, he scribbled
down Konatsu's address, then folded it up.
"Listen. I still don't trust you, but I've got to take the
chance," said Ono. He passed the paper to Oneda, who calmly took
it from his hand. "We'll be waiting, and I'm warning you, any
tricks and we'll disappear. Then I'll see you again, only I will
not be there to talk."
Lieutenant Kira nodded. "One hour?"
"Fine."
"Good. I'll send `proof' of my sincerity over to pick you
up."
"Your `proof'?" questioned Ono.
"Trust me, Doctor Tofu."
"Alright," answered Ono after a moment.
Oneda was pleased. He popped another chip into his mouth.
"Tofu, you never answered my question about killing Marcus."
There came no reply, and Lieutenant Kira frowned. "Tofu?"
he said. Taking a hesitant glance sideways, Oneda turned only to
find the seat where Tofu had been vacant. He chuckled, looking
around the dimly lit stands.
"Well, as the saying goes, `Curiouser and curiouser'."
Oneda laughed at his joke as he made for the stairs leading
to the exit.

* * * * *

Along the run of the Hime-gawa river the black sedan
carrying Yamaguchi, the Zuchen brothers, Ranma, and Ukyo rolled
along a worn path enroute to the dark deed about to be committed.
The Zuchen twins were enjoying the lush scenery, talking and
laughing as if nothing was wrong. Rei sat next to their
prisoners, keeping a casual eye on them in case they attempted to
escape.
Ranma and Ukyo remained silent, wrist cuffed tight behind
them, ankles chained together preventing any sudden moves.
Behind the wheel, Yamaguchi nosed the car over to the right side
of the road and stopped.
"Something wrong, Itchioni?" asked Rei.
"No. Just surveying the area," he answered, opening the
door.
Stepping out, Yamaguchi looked around. It was quiet, a long
stretch of high, open grass and brush formed a small clearing
just short of the rushing river waters. The surrounding forest
created the seclusion he desired, privacy with no unwanted eyes.
He looked at the river, the suns setting rays casting a reddish-
golden glow over the scene. The sparkles of light on the water
reflected an eerie red, like the blood about to be spilled.
Things and opportunity have a way of changing, he thought
taking another look around. Yamaguchi leaned down, looking into
the car.
"Bring them out," he said.
Bien-so and Huuchu-so pulled Ukyo out of the back. She made
no effort to resist them, eyes locked fearfully on the ground. A
sharp jerk of Ranma's hair by Rei had Ranma crying out as he was
forcibly pulled from the car. Rei thrust him to the ground,
giving him a sharp kick to the stomach.
"Rei, Mister Saotome is not our intended target," said
Itchioni.
"He should not resist," answered Rei. "It's not him who's
going to die."
Ukyo was carried around to their side and forced to sit next
to Ranma. Their eyes met; Ranma seeing the terror Ukyo was
feeling. Meanwhile, Itchioni had gone to the trunk, opening it
up. He pulled out a collection of chains and padlocks, stringing
them over his shoulders as he returned.
"Well, I see things are almost ready to go," said Itchioni.
"We've got players. We've got participants, and we've got an
audience."
Ranma fought through his pain, glaring up at Yamaguchi.
"You, bastard! You can't kill Ukyo like this. It's, it's--."
"Wrong?" interjected Itchioni. He laughed. "Ranma, oh
Ranma. You really cannot be thinking we care about right or
wrong."
"It's murder!" cried Ranma.
Yamaguchi arched a brow. "So. I've seen it before."
Ukyo sadly looked up at him, a visible shudder passing
through her body. Yamaguchi smiled, then took the chains from
his shoulder, handing them to Bien-so and Huuchu-so.
"Gentlemen, be so kind as to attach these to Miss Kuonji,"
he said to them.
The Zuchen Twins eagerly did as he instructed, pulling Ukyo
to her feet. While they worked, Itchioni reached back into the
car. Rei, standing silently behind Ranma, finally spoke.
"Yamaguchi, what are you planning to do?" he asked, curious
what the man was doing.
Yamaguchi stood up. In his hand he held a .357 Magnum
automatic pistol, its chrome body, the wide bore of the barrel
drawing everyone's attention. Casually, Itchioni pulled out a
clip from his pocket, slamming it into the magazine with a loud
slap.
"She's a beauty, isn't she," he said, grinning from ear to
ear. "My `cannon'. Cost me a pretty penny."
"Looks it," commented Huuchu-so. He gave Ukyo a playful
nudge to the arm. "Just think, Ukyo. You get to be on the
receiving end of that baby."
Ukyo stared at the gun in silence.
"What are the chains for then, Itchioni?" asked Rei.
"For sport, Rei," replied Yamaguchi.
"You're going to allow her a chance to escape." Rei
narrowed an eye. "I'm not quite sure I like that idea,
Yamaguchi."
"Have no fear, Rei. Ukyo will feel the sting of death."
"NO!" shouted Ranma. "You can't kill Ukyo. Is there not
any mercy in any of you?"
Yamaguchi knelt down. "Ranma. I chose this gun because it
would be the swiftest way to finish her."
Ranma looked desperately around at the faces of Marcus's
minions, realizing that there was no way to change their minds.
"I... I thought you cared... Yamaguchi?" he said.
A frown, Yamaguchi's expression hard. He gripped Ranma by
the back of the neck and pulled him up closer.
"I do, Saotome," he said low, then let him go.
Itchioni smirked lightly at him. He started to turn, then
paused noting the suspicious look Rei held on him. Chuckling,
Itchioni walked over to where the Zuchen twins held Ukyo.
They had looped the chains around Ukyo's arms pinning them
to her sides. The rest of the chain was shackled around her
ankles, allowing movement, but not enough for her to make any
serious strides.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," said Yamaguchi, shaking his head.
"You did well on the ankles, but I think you need more practice
everywhere else."
"Heyth. Wath wrong with our job?" Bien-so asked.
"We're going to shoot her and drop the body into the river,
no?" said Huuchu-so.
"Sort of. Miss Kuonji must be given a better chance though.
It would make the hunt boring if she just fell and had no way of
getting back up."
Handing his gun to Huuchu-so, Yamaguchi produced a set of
keys. He undid the locks holding the chains around Ukyo's arms.
A step sounded from behind, Rei no doubt, but he continued.
Looping the chain around her waist, he ran the ends crisscross
across her chest. Snaking them back up between her legs,
Yamaguchi looped each of her wrist tight, clipping them to the
chain around her waist. Pulling tight, he brought the ends in
front, clipping them together.
"Now, Miss Kuonji," he said, making another sharp tug on the
chain. Ukyo let out a low gasp, eyes suddenly growing wide.
Yamaguchi smiled. "This little game is very simple to play. The
`key' to it all is how fast you can get down the riverbank before
I let loose with my cannon."
Ukyo's lips trembled, confused and apparently startled by
his words. She blinked her eyes, fighting back the tears she
wanted to shed.
Yamaguchi winked. "It's relatively simple," he continued,
turning her around, leading Ukyo towards the open area. "The
closer you are, the more of a mess you'll make. Further away,
less mess, and slightly less pain."
Ukyo said nothing. Her fist were clenched tight, body
shaking much harder now.
Yamaguchi stopped, turning to face her. "So, if you `play'
your part right, Miss Kuonji, then we should all be satisfied by
the outcome."
Patting Ukyo on one cheek, Yamaguchi laughed walking back to
the others.
Rei was not pleased. "Yamaguchi," he said. "Why don't you
just kill her and be done with this?"
"Because it's my game, Rei," replied Itchioni. Taking his
gun from Huuchu-so, he began twirling it, putting on a fancy
display of skill, tossing it from hand to hand. Finally,
Yamaguchi twirled it into his grip.
"And since it is my game, I will play it my way."
"You're taking too many chances. Shoot her."
Itchioni was starting to grow annoyed. "Don't rush me,
Rei," he said. "Ukyo Kuonji will--," A side glance found Ukyo
still rooted in place where he left her. "Ukyo, you're still
standing there?" Yamaguchi called out.
"RUN, UKYO, RUN!" shouted Ranma.
Ukyo lit out through the high grass towards the river bank
beyond. The Zuchen twins let out a holler, laughing as she
struggled through the foliage. Ranma strained to see her, but
from his position on the ground, he quickly lost sight.
"Damn you, Yamaguchi!" snarled Ranma, straining against the
bonds holding him.
Itchioni frowned. "Saotome, you could at least give me some
credit instead of being such a pain in the ass," he said.
"Don't kill her!" pleaded Ranma again.
"Gentlemen," Itchioni said with a sigh.
Huuchu-so gave Ranma a hard kick to the stomach, knocking
the wind out of him. The twins roughly took hold of an arm and
dragged him out, forcing Ranma up on his knees.
Yamaguchi smiled, watching Ukyo's progress. He started
twirling his pistol around again, only to be interrupted by Rei.
"Shoot her, Yamaguchi," he said.
Itchioni turned. "What is the big hurry? I'll get to it
when I'm ready."
"Shoot her," Rei demanded again. "Oh I'll spoil your `game'
myself."
"That would be a big mistake on your part, my friend,"
replied Itchioni. He turned back around, ignoring the threat.
Meanwhile, Ukyo had broken clear of the brush and was making
her way across the slick muddy bank towards the bend. Suddenly
she slipped, splashing down into a shallow puddle of thick mud.
They all watched as she struggled to get to her feet, sliding and
floundering in the sticky goo.
"Now's your chance, Yamaguchi," Rei said. "Kill her."
"I will when I'm ready, Rei!" snarled Itchioni.
Every prayer Ranma could think of went out to Ukyo. He
swallowed hard, hoping his long time friend would make it around
the bend and escape. He could see Ukyo finding purchase on the
hard edge. She pulled herself to her knees, then stood up,
moving on. Yamaguchi leveled his pistol at her, switching from
eye to eye, trying to get the best focus on her.
"What do you think, gentlemen? Regular, or sideways?" he
said, turning the gun back and forth.
"I think sideways," commented Bien-so. "Makes the bullet
spin faster."
Huuchu-so agreed, trading humored looks with his brother.
"Yamaguchi," Rei's voice threatened.
Itchioni sighed. He looked over at Rei. "Such a lack of
faith in me. Pity."
POOM!
POOM, POOM!
Ukyo's body was lifted from the ground. She literally
somersaulted through the air, landing with a large splash in the
river. Ranma let out a long wail, cry echoing up into the sky
mixing with the echo of the gun's fading shots.
"Shut up, Saotome," said Huuchu-so. He socked Ranma across
the back of the head, driving him face forwards into the dirt.
Rei stepped up next to Yamaguchi. Together they watched as
her head bobbed up in a desperate attempt to clear the water.
One last shudder, then a scattering of bubbles appeared. Ukyo
sank beneath the surface into the cold darkness of the river.
"There. Are you satisfied now?" asked Yamaguchi. He turned
away, stalking back towards Ranma.
Rei stood silent, eyes squinting hard watching the spot
where Ukyo disappeared.
Over near the car, the Zuchen twins laughed and
congratulated Yamaguchi on the fine shot he made. Itchioni
smiled, then looked down at Ranma's prostrate form. The man was
crying, moaning Ukyo's name. He knelt down.
"Come, Ranma. I know you are made of sterner stuff than
that." He said.
Ranma looked sharply up. "GO... GO TO HELL, YAMAGUCHI!" he
raged. "I'm going to get you! I'm going to get you, Marcus, and
these freak friends of yours! I'm going to kill you all!"
"Freaks!?" shouted the Zuchen twins, drawing their nunchaku.
Yamaguchi held out a hand, stopping their attack. He shook
his head, then leaned closer to Ranma.
"Time, Saotome. Time is what you need to be thinking about
right now."
"Time?" questioned Ranma.
"How much time you have left to live."
Their eyes locked on one another. Yamaguchi smiled, giving
Ranma a short wink before standing up.
"Put him back in the car," he ordered the twins.
They jerked Ranma from the ground, tossing him into the
back. Yamaguchi opened the driver's door and stopped.
"Rei, we're going now," he called to the eldest brother.
Rei remained still, arms crossed. His eyes roved over the
dark waters searching for even the slightest glimpse of Ukyo's
body. Yamaguchi called again. Cutting his eyes briefly to one
side, Rei let out a hum, rubbing his chin in deep thought.
"I'm coming," he finally said.
Turning, Rei gave the river one last brief look, then went
to join the others.

* * * * *

Take-jima island loomed closer and closer with each passing
minute, Tatewaki gauging it would take them another twenty to
thirty minutes before they reached Omihachiman and safety.
A brisk wind cut across the bow of the tiny boat, chilling
him. Its biting cold helped to keep him awake and alert, senses
fully extended searching for any sign of trouble. The boat
turned right, Sasuke following the instructions they were given,
making for the gap between the two islands.
Up ahead, they could see the beginning glow of lights from
the towns on the far shore. Tatewaki felt victory welling up
inside, pleased that they had outfoxed Asaiko Nari and her horde
of cutthroats.
"Brother," Kodachi called.
"Yes, Kodachi?"
"It is getting fairly cold out here. I wonder what will
kill us first. Asaiko or the weather?"
Tatewaki rounded on her. "Must you always complain?" he
asked her.
Kodachi smirked at him. "Only when I could be comfortable
in an inn right about now, enjoying a warm cup of tea."
"Kodachi! After all we've been through, after all we've
suffered, your ill-conceived mind is still worried about self-
comforts?"
"My health is very important to me, brother dear," replied
Kodachi, tossing her head lightly back.
Tatewaki let out a growl. "Look, Kodachi, shameful sister
that you are. We are almost out of danger. Asaiko Nari is over
on the western side of the lake, and soon we shall be on the
eastern side, preferably hunkered down in the police station
making arrangements to get back to Tokyo!"
"So what are you getting at?"
"I'm saying, dear sister, is can you just endure some
hardship for at least another few minutes. Please!"
Kodachi thought. "Hmm, I guess that can be achieved, but
not an hour longer!"
"Thank you," sighed Tatewaki.
Rolling his eyes, Tatewaki started to turn forward again,
when he caught a flash of lights along the dim horizon just to
their right. He paused, narrowing his eyes trying to determine
what it was. The lights were flashing, moving along the coast at
a rapid pace.
"Odd?" he said as they suddenly stopped.
Kodachi and Sasuke looked around.
"Master Kuno, you sense trouble?" asked Sasuke.
"I'm not sure," he replied.
Kodachi cupped a hand to an ear. "A helicopter," she said.
"You can hear it?" Tatewaki said with some surprise.
"A woman's hearing is much more sensitive then a man's.
That's why you men never get away with things."
She listened a bit more, picking out the warped beat of
rotorblades. "Yes, definitely a helicopter, and it is coming our
way."
"What do I do, Master Kuno?" said Sasuke.
"Nothing," replied Tatewaki. "We do not want to draw
suspicion to ourselves."
The trio hunkered low, heads turned down trying appear like
fishermen returning from a long trip out. The beat of the blades
grew louder, then with a roar the helicopter flew over heading
towards the island.
Tatewaki chanced a look up. He saw the helo moving away,
and for a moment thought it was nothing more than a sight seeing
excursion. His hopes were quickly dashed as it banked sharply
right, taking up a position directly in their path.
"Sasuke," said Tatewaki low.
"I'm ready, Master Kuno."
Slowly, the helicopter glided towards them. It pivoted,
turning the large bay door on its side towards them. It opened
back, and a man sat on the edge. He drew up a pair of
binoculars, looking them over.
"Uh oh," muttered Kodachi.
Her worries were justified. With a nod to the pilot, the
man placed the binoculars down. He reached back and produced a
semi-automatic rifle. The bolt slid forward and he took aim.
"GUN IT, SASUKE!" cried Tatewaki.
Sasuke opened the throttle as far as it would go, the tiny
boat shooting up under the helicopter. Several shots rang out,
bullets hitting the water, but their prey had avoided the volley.
Like an angry hornet, the helicopter set out in pursuit.
Tatewaki and Kodachi went prone reducing the drag as Sasuke
maneuvered. The helicopter roared after them, coming up on their
left. More shots rang out, wood splintering around them. Sasuke
made a sharp turn left cutting up under the helicopter. It
turned along with them, but Sasuke darted the other way, weaving
back and forth fouling any clear shots.
"Excellent job, Sasuke!" Tatewaki called back to his man.
Suddenly, the helicopter broke away. It flew ahead, going
into a hover in their path and turned to its side. Uh oh,
thought Sasuke. There was no time for hesitations; Sasuke tuning
the boat sharply away from the gap out towards the center of the
lake.
Kodachi rose up. "Sasuke! You're heading away from the
shore."
"I know, Mistress Kodachi, but it is necessary!" answered
Sasuke.
"What? No, turn this boat back around at once! I command
you!"
Sasuke arched a brow. He took a brief look back over his
shoulder spotting the helicopter rapidly closing the distance.
"With all due apologies, Mistress Kodachi, but will you shut
up and get back down there!"
Kodachi's jaw dropped. "How dare you--."
Tatewaki's tight grip around the collar silenced her. "Do
as you are told, stupid sister. This is not the time for rank or
position!"
Bullets chirped around them, Sasuke desperately weaving to
avoid the fire. A shot nicked Sasuke's arm and he cried out
falling to the bottom of the boat. With no one to control the
motor, they sputtered to a stop, drifting along with the waves.
But the gunman was not done yet. He took deliberate aim and
began riddling the engine with shots until a bright flash of
flames lit the now darkened lake. The helicopter passed over
them banking around for another approach.
Tatewaki looked up searching the sky for their attacker. He
could see them coming towards them off to the right in a low
hover above the water. Kodachi crawled next to Sasuke. She
could barely see his blood soaking the gash on his arm.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Mistress," answered Sasuke.
"Good. You're fired."
A firm slap to the back of the head startled Kodachi.
Tatewaki sneered at his sister then looked at the helo again. It
was almost upon them, and he knew he had to act fast.
"Hang on to him," he ordered his sister.
Gripping the nearest edge, Tatewaki began to rock the boat.
"Tachi, Tachi, what are you trying to do?!" cried Kodachi.
"Save our miserable lives. Hang on!"
One final sharp jerk upset the boat, spilling its occupants
into the cold waters. The helicopter came to a stop over the
capsized craft.
Below, in the darkness, Tatewaki surfaced in the air pocket
the hull created. He drew in a breath, then called out for his
sister and manservant. There came a loud splash, then Kodachi
and Sasuke hacked and coughed as they filled their lungs with
air.
"Tachi!"
"I'm here, Kodachi."
Kodachi settled down. "What, what now, brother?" she asked.
"We wait. Hopefully they will think us dead and go away,"
replied Tatewaki.
His answer came in the sound of splintering wood, bullets
ripping into the hull of the boat. Kodachi let out a loud cry as
they streaked around them.
"Dive!" shouted Tatewaki, and the trio submerged into the
murky waters.
The shooting stopped. Tatewaki swam out spotting the lights
of the helicopter flashing above. A spotlight suddenly panned
across the surface, and he darted back up under the boat. They
resurfaced, drawing frantic breaths.
"M-M-Master Kuno. We cannot keep this up forever," Sasuke
said. "Eventually this boat will sink, leaving us exposed."
"I'm aware of this, Sasuke," Tatewaki said.
"Then w-w-what are we, are we going to do, T-T-Tachi?" said
Kodachi.
"I don't know!" shouted Tatewaki.
Another hail of bullets ripped into the hull. They all
cried out trying to avoid being hit.
"Back down, and stay under the boat!" shouted Tatewaki.
They all took deep breaths and resubmerged.
In the light from the spotlight, Tatewaki could see Sasuke
and Kodachi swimming in place to either side of him. The bullets
were still coming, their white foamy trails streaking through the
water around them.
It was time for desperate action, thought Tatewaki, but he
needed a plan. His sword was no good in this situation, and it
appeared hopeless. Looking over at Sasuke again, Tatewaki
spotted the straight bladed shuriken tucked in his sleeves on
each wrist.
Desperate times, desperate measures, Tatewaki pulled two
from their holders. Quickly, he passed one over to Kodachi, then
pointed up at the helo. They understood and separated moving to
either ends of the boat.
Their air was running out fast. The tell-tale flickers of
light danced about Tatewaki's eyes. He could see Kodachi
straining to remain submerged. Suddenly the hail of bullets
ceased. That was all Tatewaki was waiting for.
Bursting out of the water, Tatewaki drew back. With all his
remaining energy, he threw the shuriken up. A cry cut the air, a
rifle, then the body of the rifleman splashing down into the
lake. Sasuke's blade streaked through the air imbedding itself
into the gear assembly of the rear stabilizer, but it was
Kodachi's throw that did the most damage. Her blade got sucked
up into the inlet of the turbine engine. With the turbine
fodded, smoke and flames started pouring out of the sides of the
housing. The helo wavered in the air, then shot away making for
the far shoreline.
Darkness once again return to Lake Biwa-ko. The three
fugitives paused to rest against the side of the boat, exhausted
and numb from the cold water. Finally, Tatewaki managed to reach
up and pull himself to the top. His clothes felt like they
weighed a ton, the breastplate not making matters much better.
He called to Kodachi, hearing her light moan. Groping around in
the darkness, Tatewaki found her hands. He pulled her up, then
assisted Sasuke.
"Well, Master Kuno," said Sasuke. "It appears we have
avoided death once again."
"Just barely, Sasuke. Just barely."
Tatewaki looked around trying to mark their position. Both
sides of the shoreline were a good distance away, too far to swim
in their current shape. The islands were behind them, and even
if they all found the strength to paddle, it would be an uphill
fight against the growing tide.
"Sasuke. What is that series of lights ahead of us?" asked
Tatewaki.
Sasuke squinted, straining hard to identify the far
structure ahead. "It appears to be some sort of bridge, Master
Kuno."
"Ah, yes. The Biwako-Ohashi bridge. I remember now."
"Do we try and swim for it, Master Kuno?"
Tatewaki shook his head. "No, let's allow nature to do some
work for us."
They were silent, then Kodachi spoke.
"Tachi."
"Yes, Kodachi?"
"I am now wet, and colder. Should I include hypothermia in
the ways we could be killed from this excursion?"
Both men let out tired sighs.
"Kodachi," muttered Tatewaki, his voice trailing off.

* * * * *

The ensuing darkness hid the Kunos from observation, but
Asaiko had seen enough to know they managed to escape once again.
She angrily glared out over the lake, mounting frustrations
adding to the tension she felt. Beside her, Miska shook his head
in bewilderment.
"Remarkable, these Kunos," he said.
"They lead charmed lives, Miska," said Asaiko. "And now
they are escaping us."
"I could have another helicopter sent out," Miska suggested.
Asaiko thought a moment. "No," she replied. Raising her
binoculars, Asaiko scanned the southern portion of the lake. She
stopped on the distant bridge, and a smile formed on her lips.
"Miska. How long do you think it will take for our illusive
prey to make their way down to the Biwako-Ohashi bridge?"
"Seeing that they are at the mercy of the currents, and that
there is an ebbing tide, I would say one and a half to two
hours."
"Hm," sounded Asaiko. "We can be there before them," she
said.
"But what if they make for one of the shorelines?"
"We will cover them both, Miska," answered Asaiko.
"Stretching ourselves thin, Asaiko. Risky, and the bridge
is part of the main highway."
"But it is dark, and we will have the element of surprise in
our favor." She brought the binoculars down, turning to face
him.
"They are ours," she finished, smoothing a brow with her
pinky finger.
With a curt gesture of her head, Asaiko signaled her force
to head for the southern end of Lake Biwa-ko.