Prologue

The Jusenkyou Guide had seen many strange things in his lifetime. Living
near Jusenkyou did that to a person. So when the red spaceship approached
the land of a thousand springs he watched it descend with typical calm,
waiting for someone to make the inevitable appearance from the red craft.
His wait was brief as a blond girl appeared from out of thin air and landed
with a dull thud next to him.

"" She exclaimed as she got off her rear end and massaged
it. Once she realized she was doing all of this under the guide's watchful
eye she gave a yelp and bowed.

""

"" the guide responded.

""

The guide nodded. ""

"" She smiled
embarrassedly. ""

No kidding. The guide indicated she should continue.

""

"" the guide said. They figured out a cure not
involving the Springs? There would be a lot of happy people in the world if
they could market the cure. ""

""

The guide comprehended little of the rant. His response was simply to shrug
and point out the appropriate pool to her. Mihoshi got the water, didn't
fall in or splash herself, then used her cube to get back to the ship.
Within minutes the ship took off and was quickly out of sight.

The guide scratched his head. "" He supposed it didn't matter. Just so long as she didn't bring
Sasami back. Those annoying magical girls really caused problems. It only
took one meeting with such a curse victim to make him seriously consider
destroying the pool himself. Such a thing was too annoying to allow it to
exist.

His reverie was interrupted as Plum ran out of their hut, bawling her eyes
out. Quickly he picked his daughter up and cradled her in his arms.
""

"" Plum managed to get out. ""

The guide gazed sympathetically at his daughter. The dreams were now almost
an every other day occurrence, and it all started shortly after the bizarre
death of that man several months ago. ""

To his surprise Plum quickly agreed. His daughter always seemed anxious
whenever they visited her aunt. The woman was unmarried, and though she
unquestionably loved her niece, she had a tendency dress the young girl
like a doll whenever she got the chance, much to Plum's chagrin. The
nightmares must have been really bothering her if she gave in so quickly. 

There was something different in the air around Jusenkyou, and it felt
ominous. The guide feared that if this was the calm, he didn't want to be
around for the storm that followed.



Ranma 1/2 Presents:
Shampoo 1/2 
Chapter 30

Death on The Mountain

[WARNING: THE SECOND HALF OF THE CHAPTER THAT DEALS WITH THE EIGHT DEVILS
OF KIMONE IS DARK. THIS SHOULD BE THE ONLY CHAPTER LIKE THAT.]

[Second warning: This chapter deals exclusively with Perfume, her hunt
pack, and the aforementioned Eight Devils of Kimone. The Nerima regulars
return next chapter, so don't become concerned with that.]

C+C is greatly appreciated. You can email me at sommer@nb.net

Azatlan has given Shampoo 1/2 a home at
http://www.geocities.com/~azatlan/Special-Series/shampoo.html

Bloodblade has also given it a home at
http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/towers/5920

Standard disclaimer:
I disclaim I own any of the Ranma 1/2 characters. They are owned by the
Goddess Takahashi and whomever she sold the rights to.

An alternate universe:
What's gone on before (the VERY condensed version. For the full story check
out the previous chapters) In the beginning Shampoo fell in The Spring of
Drowned Young Boy at the same time that Ranma fell in the Spring of Drowned
Young Girl. The two have traveled together since and had many adventures.
Last chapter almost everyone went on a dates and had varying degrees of a
good time, save Tarou and Akane, and that was mainly because Tarou was
mistaken for Rodan and fired upon. Now The Shogun of the Dark is ready to
move and he has ordered the Eight Devils of Kimone to raze Mount Phoenix.
Also Perfume has been given command of a hunt pack to return Shampoo to
China, forcibly if necessary. Of course Perfume doesn't realize the true
depths of exactly what she has been given command of...

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It was a trap.

Be Dea had lied to Perfume. She claimed she admired Perfume. She claimed
the hunt team had been assembled to assist Perfume in bringing back
Shampoo. She claimed the other girls would help make her job easier. 

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She lied through her ancient teeth. 

""

Be Dea despised Perfume. She must have hated every molecule in Perfume's
body to have done this terrible thing to her. Ripping out her lungs would
have been preferable to suffering through this pain. She could not imagine
how any torture could compare to the hell she was already in.

""

On a deeper level, Perfume understood why Be Dea had done what she did.
Traveling with this lot was going to be the truest measure of Perfume's
leadership abilities. 

""

Perfume should have broken her own leg and saved herself from all of the
grief.

The group had to be the worst combination of the young warriors possible.
There was no way it was a coincidence that this eclectic group had been
chosen. On the surface it appeared that it was a random assemblage of some
of the brightest and best of the young up and comers. It was not all of the
finest, but they were all very good. There was only one problem. Everyone
of them had some kind of personality flaw. 

Perfume took Rei Za and Shi Fan as an example. Individually they were
excellent fighters, easily in the top twenty for their age group. But their
real strength was in their paired combat abilities. They were currently
ranked number three and desperately wanted to beat out RanRan and LinLin as
the best paired fighters. There was only one problem with that.

""

Perfume watched the scene unfold before her. The duo were trying to employ
a special paired attack that was one of the most dangerous ever created in
the Amazon's history. There was one problem, however.

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*SMASH*

*BAM*

*CRUNCH*

Perfume observed the ruins of the paper dragon and boom box the group had
left discarded on the ground. Everyone had been overly zealous in the
destruction of the miserably failed attack. In truth that was fortunate; it
saved Perfume the hassle of doing it herself. She reevaluated the fighting
combo in her mind. Make them attack someone using their individual skills
as a two woman team and they worked perfectly, effectively two-on-oneing
someone. It was when they attempted to blend those skills as a special two
woman attack that things went awry. None of their combined attacks worked.
No matter how hard they tried it would always backfire.

""

Wonderful. That one would be coming over to her. Perfume looked away from
the approaching girl and over to Julep, who was leaning against a tree away
from the other girls as she was inclined to do. Times like now Perfume
wished she could do the same, but as leader she had to make herself
available to everyone. An unspoken communication passed between them as
their eyes met. Julep rolled hers in anguish over the girl that had
approached spoke to Perfume.

"" Tablet complained in the high pitched,
nasally, whiny voice that everyone universally despised. She was the
official village whiner, capable of driving even an elder crazy in under an
hour. It was a miracle her parents didn't cut out her tongue for the peace
and quiet it would bring. True, she was an impressive warrior, but the
whining was enough to make anyone desire to strangle Tablet to death. Once
she started griping she just wouldn't shut up, save for one tactic, which
was Tablet's other weakness.

"" Perfume began. "" She
trailed off as she suddenly gave a confused look towards Tablet. 

"" Tablet asked.

""

Tablet began to shudder. "" The rest
trailed off as Tablet went back to her knapsack and began sorting through
the one hundred pounds of medication in it.

Perfume rolled her eyes. Tablet was a hypochondriac of the highest degree.
Rumor had it she once lost a tournament when her opponent claimed Tablet
had red blotches that were almost certainly poison ivy. She had been
distracted enough to lose in quick order that day, and though she had
improved her concentration since that time and wouldn't be fooled by that
trick in a fight, she would still panic at the drop of a hat if it wasn't a
life and death situation.

She was far from the last warrior that represented a problem. There were
also Foam and Soap to consider. Cousins that had grown up together as all
but sisters and had, at the ripe old age of sixteen, been considered the
best paired fighters that anyone, including the elders, had seen. They had
been so magnificent that when Cologne had offered to spar with them, they
actually managed to put the matriarch on the defensive for a little over a
full minute before the two fell in defeat. The duo were well on their way
to becoming a force to be reckoned with. They were powerful. They were
mighty. They were incredible.

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*BAM*

*CRACK*

Too bad they hated each other's guts. It all started four years ago over
the most pointless thing in the world. A man. Soap liked him first and told
Foam. Foam asked him out first. Soap did not like that. The two of them
fought over the man for weeks, each forcing him to go out with the other
numerous times. Each time a couple went out the girl that was not on the
date would attack the other. The young man received enough injuries in the
resulting crossfires that it brought the attention of the Elder council
upon them. The council mandated that neither one could go out with him due
to safety concerns. All that did was transfer the fight to another man and
a repeat of the exact same thing occurred. Then it happened again. By that
time no male was willing to go out with either one of them. So every time
one of the girls wanted to go out with a man not only did they challenge
each other for the target's attention, but they had to challenge him to a
fight just to go out with him.

It really was sad.

""

Perfume caught sight of the blond haired girl rushing towards the duo, red
sashes trailing behind her yellow and red Chinese style clothing. Sash was
aptly named. The sashes she wore were weighted with metal, and she had
learned how to wield her chi effectively, traveling it down the material
when needed. Sash was a force to watch out for. Especially when she ran
around...

*TRIP*

"" 

*THUD*

...because she was as clumsy as a pregenant water buffalo. In a fight, when
she was concentrating, she was fine. It was in everyday normal activities,
like walking, that she was a menace to herself and others around her.

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Perfume sighed. Enough was enough. She gave a nod of her head to Cabinet,
who picked up Sash and threw her into a nearby stream, putting her out. As
Sash sniffled in the stream Perfume felt a pang of sorrow. Sash was one of
the few people that got along with just about everyone, unlike just about
every other person in the unit. Most of the girls were normal to
semi-normal, but the one common theme among almost all of them was a
dislike of Shampoo. It went from a general antipathy because they were
never able to defeat the number one fighter of the young warriors, to
outright hatred that almost guaranteed, under these circumstances, an
attempt to kill Shampoo if she resisted or even looked cross-eyed at them. 

Not that Shampoo was the only one that was disliked. Over half of the girls
also cared little for the return of a new and improved Perfume that managed
to defeat many of them within the first month of her homecoming. That made
giving the orders easy and having them obeyed difficult. 

And then there was the resentment towards her second-in-command. Cabinet
had been sincere in her commitment to turn over a new leaf, and some of the
girls accepted the apologies the one time thug had given them. Others were
not so willing to turn the other cheek. By Cabinet's own admission she had
done some pretty harsh things to many of the girls when she was younger, so
she understood the continuing bitterness and accepted it. Such mettle was
rare to come by. Perfume had chosen well, regardless of what additional
anger was directed towards her in her choice of her number one.

Surprisingly the only other girl that had proven a stalwart comrade was the
normally aloof Julep. None of the others cared much for the wolf girl, and
that sentiment was returned with indifference from Julep, but Perfume felt
different. Though they were beyond extraordinary, it wasn't her abilities
that caused the partly feral girl to stand out in Perfume's mind. It was
something about Julep herself that went much deeper. Something called out
to Perfume, and she responded to it. The two had bonded with a speed that
was only surpassed by Perfume's near instant connection with Shampoo. Julep
rarely showed it on the outside -- the girl had a face made of stone -- but
Perfume could read even Julep's body language, and the story it told was
one of trust. That trust was shared by Perfume, and she had a feeling that
when the chips were down Julep would be the one she could turn to.

There was also the animosity many of the girls felt towards one another.
Longtime clan feuds were evidenced in the group. Personal vendettas even
moreso. Shouting and shoving matched were almost constant. There was only
one real benefit from the bile that was spewed amongst the hunt pack and
that was the fact it was going to take them forever to get anywhere. 

""

""

It was also going to take a miracle to get the group to Japan alive.

Perfume gave a hand signal to Cabinet. Her second-in-command moved to the
arguing duo, picked up both by the scruffs of their necks with the awesome
strength at her disposal, and thumped their heads together. Angry people
raised a lot less fuss when they were unconscious. 

Orders were given to pack up the camp and head out. The longer they
remained in one place the more likely it was that blood was going to be
spilled. Grumbling was heard as the girls loudly packed up their belongings
and there was a commotion over what belonged to whom. They took so long
that Perfume was about ready to skewer a couple of them just to prod the
rest of the group onward, not that she was certain that all it might do was
serve to make them move slower as an act of defiance. 

Julep raced on ahead and scouted the trail for ambushes. If the hunt pack's
personality wasn't bad enough on its own, the whole trip was turning into a
voyage to hell. Already they had been jumped by three different groups of
bandits. They took some alive and the bandits revealed to Perfume that the
groups believed they were transporting some kind of treasure, making them a
target with a huge painted bull's-eye on its back. Two bridges along their
route were out, one appearing as though it had been blown up, and the
Chinese authorities detained them for the better part of a day as they
searched for drugs. Perfume managed to get the captain to admit they had
received an anonymous tip that their group was transporting some kind of
illegal contraband. The fact Tablet had close to a hundred pounds of legal
drugs did not help things along since it took the officers over three hours
to identify some of the more exotic medications she had.

There was no such thing as coincidence. It was God screwing her over as she
made Perfume a punchline in a joke only she understood. Or at least that
was what the pink-haired Amazon had thought up until the point she had
heard about the tip. Now she was beginning to believe it was some other
force at work here. All it would take was one more piece of evidence to
confirm her suspicions. 

As Perfume turned a bend in the road she spotted the confirmation. Julep
was crouched next to the ruins of yet another bridge, one that went over a
river too large to cross by swimming. Not with the supplies they carried.
It was easily going to take over half a day to find another bridge to
cross. Perfume signaled the others to wait while she went on ahead to talk
with Julep in private. The wolf girl straightened up as Perfume approached.
The look Julep possessed said something was up.

"" Perfume asked. 

By way of explanation Julep bent down once again. Perfume needed no urging
as she followed the tracker down. Julep fingered some of the debris where
the bridge had at one point extended to this side of the river.

""

Perfume looked quizzically at her. ""

Julep nodded in confirmation. ""

Perfume shook her head, her mind already racing with possibilities. ""

"" Julep asked, somewhat perturbed at
having her statement questioned. 

Perfume gave a smile, not to smirk at the girl, but to put her at ease.
""

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Perfume shook her head again. ""

Julep face twisted as she considered that. If Perfume was guessing
correctly, the wolf girl was trying to decided if she liked the idea of
being questioned and proven wrong. It was a situation Julep was not used
to. Living alone meant all of one's choices never questioned, even if they
were horribly wrong.

Julep's body relaxed. ""

Perfume shrugged nonchalantly to put the girl at ease. ""

Julep smiled in response. "" 

As she finished her statement Julep took off, her brown and green outfit
blending in the foliage so perfectly that the girl seemed to vanish after
only a few seconds. Perfume admitted Julep was one for few words, but as
long as they came out like that it mattered little. She returned to the
group and grabbed several maps to locate the shortest route to the next
crossing before giving the order to move out, much to the grumbling of the
majority of the group.

The next couple of days passed without incident. Without any direct
incidents anyway. There was the continual erosion of unity as sides began
to be divided among the members of the pack. Perfume had to break up two
more fights between the girls just to keep them all alive. Tempers were raw
and starting to flare. 

Perfume's surface thoughts believed this was good. The less they got along
with one another the more unlikely it was they would be successful in
locating Shampoo. But as this behavior continued, doubts began to creep in,
and Perfume could tell precisely where they began. One of the girls made a
comment that Perfume's leadership stunk. More comments were made about Be
Dea being crazy leaving someone like Perfume in charge, that Perfume was
incompetent, and other far worse things. Each insult was like a stab to her
heart. She wasn't a poor leader, she simply was not trying.

By the third day everyone was making derogatory comments about Perfume,
Hairbrush even saying that she would make a much better leader then the
'wandering bitch'. Perfume bore the insults with all of the resolve she
could muster, but it got worse by the hour. It was her belief she could
have taken the criticisms had it not been for a passing glance at Cabinet.
Where confidence, and even admiration, had been before was now being
replaced with doubt. Not having the trust of the others was one thing;
losing the faith of one who already possessed it was something else.

The words hurt. All her life Perfume wanted respect. She wanted to prove
all of those fools that treated her like dirt when she was growing up
wrong. The woman that stood before them now bore little resemblance to
small, uncoordinated girl that had grown up a virtual outcast within the
village. She was now worthy of respect, but the words the girls spoke were
laced with the same contemptuous tone she had heard for so many years. Her
blood boiled in rage at that. These were the voices she wanted to leave
behind. The ones she HAD left behind. But like some villainous monster from
a horror movie, they had been resurrected and were letting their presence
be known full force. It was all such nonsense. She could break the lot of
them. Her mind had already figured out what actions to take to bind them
into an effective fighting unit that would obey her commands without
question. Many of them might end up not liking her, but they would calm
down enough to behave. 

Now that she was on the verge of achieving the most respected rank in the
village, she was throwing it all away. And for what? Some misguided notion
that she was protecting someone that she owed nothing to. Shampoo was a
lawbreaker. She got the curse and ran. The coward was hiding, afraid to
face the consequences of her actions. True, Perfume thought the law was
extraordinarily stupid, but the stigma attached to the circumstances
following that incident over a millennium ago still remained to this day. 

Oh yes. Shampoo was a coward. A coward who had the courage of a lion.
Someone that was willing to possibly sacrifice her life for one who wanted
to kill her, and all because of an incident in which Perfume was to blame
for as much as Shampoo. Some coward. And some would be leader Perfume would
turn out to be to drag the other girl back for the inevitable execution. 

Perfume had given her word to lead the mission and bring Shampoo back. The
others, for all their animosity, were relying on her, and it would look
very bad if they failed. Could Perfume bring herself to obey the orders,
and to do what was right for the others, or would she throw it all away for
one person she had seen three times in the last three years? A person she
possessed nothing but all consuming hatred for three years on end.

If she did capture Shampoo, would she be able to live with herself
afterwards? And if she threw the mission and failed, would she be able to
hold her head up with dignity again, knowing she had willingly discarded
all she had trained for? Would she be able to live with the humiliation of
her failure?

Perfume was trying to quell the war within her when another Amazon,
Boudoir, settled it.

""

Whether or not it was intended to be overheard meant nothing. Perfume
rushed forward and grabbed Boudoir by the shoulder and spun her around. The
loudmouth did nothing other than gaze contemptuously at her leader. Perfume
would see to it that did not last. 

"" Perfume commanded.

The Amazons stared at one another for a few moments until Perfume barked
her command again, leaving no doubt in their minds that the order was meant
to be obeyed. The Amazons backed a good distance away and drew their
weapons, creating the ring of steel Perfume desired. Julep was the one
exception as she jumped up into a tree so that she could look down and get
a clear unrestricted view of what was to come.

Boudoir looked around in surprise. She had not expected a response from
Perfume. Everyone had been insulting her for the last three days, and
justifiably so. The pink-haired girl was a terrible leader and an all
around failure as far as she was concerned. From the look that Boudoir was
being given left little doubt that Perfume was quite serious about what she
was doing now.

"" Boudoir said confidently. ""

In answer Perfume spit in Boudoir's face and slapped both cheeks before her
opponent could react. Her hand slowly rose to her face, wiping away the
spittle as Perfume spoke.

""

Boudoir did as she was ordered. No living being could do what Perfume dared
do to her and survive. Her battle ax was drawn as she brought it into an
attack position in answer to Perfume's own naginta.

With a cry of rage Boudoir swung her ax. Perfume stopped it in an
effortless shift in which she seemed to dance away from her opponent. A
second, third, and fourth swing brought nothing but effortless evasions as
well. Seeing no counter attacks were imminent Boudoir attempted to drive
Perfume into the walls of the ring of steel. Just when she thought she saw
an opening in the pink-haired Amazon's defense large enough to allow the
move, it closed up and was revealed to be a set up. Boudoir was struck in
the knee, stomach, and three times in the face. She lost her footing and
fell backwards onto the ground. Shakily she regained her vertical base.

"" 

Perfume allowed Boudoir to reacquire her footing and watched as the bigger
girl charged once again, only to suffer another strike from the blunt end
of Perfume's weapon. A kick followed that up, hopelessly disorienting
Perfume's opponent. Rather than finishing her off with a simple attack,
Perfume instead focused on her fist. It had been an attack she had been
taught but failed to master, at least until recently. Now she focused her
concentration. She needed this to work, or else she would never have a wide
enough array of attacks to win the leadership of the Joketsuzoku. All of
her fears were for naught as she felt the glow come to the point of her
hand.

"" she yelled as her blue ensconced fist
connected with Boudoir's unprotected jaw and sent her flying into Foam, the
impact collapsing the unexpected backstop as well. As the blow struck a
small object flew up to the air, sailing high enough to allow Julep to snag
it before it began its downward descent. As Boudoir's unconscious form hit
the ground Julep watched it thud with an approving, wry grin. Casually she
tossed the tooth that had been knocked out of Boudoir's head back onto the
girl's faintly heaving chest. She didn't want it anyway.

"" Perfume commanded two of the warriors. ""

She paused at this point to walk around the still circled girls and afford
each a contemptuous stare. ""

There were no takers. 

"" Perfume allowed a smile this time to reassure the girls that they
had done well. ""

The rest of the day proved to be an endurance test for some. The group was
forced to run almost the entire day, only taking breaks long enough to
recover their energy and run some more. They made up some of that precious
lost time Perfume wanted to gain back, although that was not the real
reason Perfume drove them so hard. She wanted them air sucking, chest
heaving, exhausted. Perfume herself had long ago learned to increase her
endurance -- some fights had to be won by simply outlasting an opponent --
so she was barely tired when the group was at last allowed to rest for the
evening. As she hoped, the pack of girls went immediately to preparing food
and beds. For the first time since the journey began not a single argument
broke out from the lot.

After dinner, and when most of the girls had passed out or gone to sleep,
Perfume made herself comfortable and began working on her side project. She
removed the tools and parts from her own backpack and began working on the
item once again. It was fortunate the Chinese authorities had not
recognized the parts for what they were when the men had searched her
things. There might have been trouble over that. 

Perfume was no engineer, but she was good enough to prepare a new ace in
the hole for those unexpected times when her or another's life might be on
the line. There were those that would consider such a weapon dishonorable,
but one frequently fought those without honor, and such an edge just might
be needed. Aside from that Perfume began to have doubts about if it was
honorless or not. A weapon was a weapon, whether it be chi, sword, or hand,
and the mind was the greatest weapon of all. It was long past time for the
Joketsuzoku to acknowledge that their ways needed modifications. To stay
mired in the past meant being buried in the sands of time, just as all the
other cultures throughout the centuries. That was one of Perfume's greatest
fears, that she would lead the Amazons just in time to witness their
erasure as a culture from the face of the earth. Steps needed to be taken,
and soon. Perhaps those first steps could begin with this journey.

Perfume was so lost in thought that she failed to hear Cabinet approach. As
fast as she moved to cover the materials with a nearby sheet Perfume was
certain Cabinet saw more than she wanted.

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She had seen too much. ""

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Far too much. "" The tone left no doubt that the subject
should be dropped. Fortunately Cabinet picked up on it. ""

Cabinet forgot all about the bracer as she returned to the reason of why
she had come to her leader. ""

Perfume gave her a cold stare. ""

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"" Perfume said in a tone that brooked no tolerance for argument.
""

Cabinet took a step back when she saw the look in her comrade's eyes.
Shampoo was going to be taken alive.

Perfume moved on to other matters that concerned her. ""

Cabinet felt relieved. Perfume was back to normal. ""

""

After Perfume was finished explaining Cabinet did not know whether to laugh
or look horrified, but it sounded like the plan just might work. If Perfume
managed to pull it off the hunt pack's chance at recovering Shampoo, should
she prove intractable, would be tremendous. It would also serve to secure
Perfume's position as an effective leader in the eyes of the others. Such
would suit Cabinet well. Perfume seemed to have a charisma that drew the
large girl like a moth to the flame. Julep seemed almost as fascinated as
well, as difficult as that was to be believed. The pink-haired girl had
undergone a dramatic change since the days when she teamed up with Shampoo
and beat the crud out of herself and her other strong-arm friends. Who
knew? Maybe someday Perfume would be matriarch, and perhaps she would
remember those that helped her on the way.


Soap awakened with a yawn. She had a dream about being picked up by that oh
so cute guy she had set her eyes on just last week. She was going to force
him into a date challenge before her slut cousin beat her to it. That would
show her. 

Soap brought her right arm up and tried to remove the nighttime sand that
had formed in her eye when she felt some great weight on the arm,
preventing her from moving it. What was almost as surprising as the
restraint was the ouch that followed and a tug that threatened to pull
Soap's arm out of the socket. She stared over to see what the restraint was
and who yelped. It was much to her disgust that she saw that it was a pair
of arm shackles that connected her left arm to the right arm of the person
laying right next to her: Foam.

"" Soap would have struck her
fellow Amazon had the shackles and Foam not thrown her off balance.

Foam was just as angry at her companion. ""

The struggles between the two continued until a voice shouted through their
argument. 

""

Both girls turned to see half of the Amazons gathered around the shackled
duo. Perfume was the one that had spoken up.

"" Foam
protested while Soap remained silent, trying to come to grips with what was
going on.

"" Perfume explained.
""

Both girls protested, as Perfume expected. If they had not she would have
suspected a trap. There was a speech she had planned out for the occasion. 

"" She pointed
to Cabinet. "" 

Cabinet cradled her very large two-handed warhammer fondly.

"" Soap erupted. 

""

Foam and Soap stared at Perfume then looked at one another. Both realized
she was dead serious. Biting their tongues the two spoke as civilly as they
could and agreed to try to practice. As they left to start walking, inside
each of their minds they knew that the other one would fail and both would
be hurt severely.

"" Tablet commented once the duo were out of
sight.

Perfume shrugged. ""

Perfume left the others to absorb what was said. Hopefully most would
believe in the explanation. Now if only Soap and Foam went along with it as
well.

Perfume deliberately allowed the pace to be almost painfully slow. It would
give those whose endurance was down a chance to catch their wind. The
chained duo only needed to be struck four times by Cabinet before they
learned to move together as one, and by the end of the day they were
amazingly moving as fast as the pack. Perfume's plan was working in that
the two of them were starting to function as a team once more. 

Since everyone had a chance to regain their strength Perfume felt there
would be time to talk to the lot of them and learn a few facts. She ordered
the group to gather around in a circle as they sat by the campfire to
listen to what she had to say.

""

A little over half of the girls raised their hands. Perfume was surprised,
to say the least. She had been confident no more than a quarter had been
that far from home. As she thought about how lucky she had been in getting
so many experienced warriors another thought occurred to her. 

""

All but six of the hands dropped. It was as she suspected. To villagers who
lived in a village of under a thousand people, a town like Machu'Tang, that
had a population of fifteen thousand, seemed incredibly large.

"" She cut off the expected protest over the term
'intimidated'. ""
She indicated one of the people whose hand remained up.

Shelf related her experiences in Beijing. She was surprisingly frank about
how intimidating the experience was at first, but assured everyone the
culture shock did not last. Sash volunteered next.

""

"" Perfume commented dryly.

""

Perfume made a mental note that Sash was also a bit oblivious to the way
things worked and probably did not understand the concept of sarcasm.

"" Cabinet asked.

"" Rei Za added. ""

Perfume noticed all of the other girls, even the ones that despised her,
perked up at the question. Apparently word had gotten around a lot more
quickly than she realized. ""

Unanimously the girls encouraged her to go on. ""
The conversation went from there with Perfume discussing many of the
various places in the world. There were some she left out, having all of
her secrets revealed was a step she would not take for anyone. Even her own
parents did not know the whole story. 

She was amazed by the rapt attention she received from everyone. Not a
single person looked bored or annoyed with the speech. Perfume would never
have regarded herself as any kind of decent storyweaver, but the others had
no complaints. After several hours Perfume finished, allowing the others to
absorb what was said.

"" Sash said.

Perfume shook her head, the praise was unworthy of her. ""

Shi Fan spoke up at that point. "

Perfume sadly shook her head. ""

Most of the girls nodded at that point.

""

Soap spoke up, obviously fascinated by the direction the conversation had
taken despite the fact she was still shackled to her hateful partner. "

Perfume was about to downplay any suggestions when she noticed that all
eyes were intently riveted to her. They were actually interested in what
she had to say. That was a first. She had plenty of ideas, but almost no
one to share them with. Now she had a captive audience, so to speak, and if
they were willing to lend her their ears she was prepared to talk to them,
the late hour be damned. 

So for the next four hours she laid out what basic course she believed the
Amazons should take. Early on many argued with her ideas, but she tore
apart arguments and almost invariably got the party twisted around to agree
with her ideas without realizing it. By the end of the speech all but two
of the girls were in total agreement with Perfume about what should be done
regarding the future. And the holdouts only argument was that 'the old ways
shouldn't be changed.'

Perfume assured the group they would get a late start tomorrow to make up
for the lost sleep time. As she made her way back to her sleeping roll
Julep made her presence known by walking up to the pink-haired Amazon.

""

"" Perfume asked.

Julep gave a feral grin. ""

Perfume gaped openly at that. ""

"" Julep could see the
answer of no in the other girl's eyes. ""

Perfume was in shock. Did she have that much of an effect on them? As
difficult as it was to believe she had, there just might have been a great
deal of truth in what Julep had told her. The coming days would tell.

And tell they did. Within three days she was convinced Julep had been
correct. Individual conversations had given Perfume all the information she
needed. Most of the warriors had almost total faith in her, discounting the
still bound pair of Foam and Soap, and Boudoir, which wasn't really a
surprise. Those two still resented the fact they were locked together and
Boudoir was still mad about being made an example, but Perfume was
confident they would come around.

It was two days later when Perfume silently approached Julep. 

""

Julep nodded in understanding. ""

""

Julep nodded once again and eagerly prepared to engage in the hunt.


The masked figure waited in the shadows of the rocks above the pass. It was
difficult finding the right spot to block the pass with. The canyon was so
wide the rockslide had to be nearly perfect, otherwise it would be simple
for the party to simply crawl over the boulders and continue on after only
having been delayed a few hours. At last the figure believed it located the
correct spot with which one breaking point would be all that was required
to divert the party for close to three days. 

It was just about to detonate the rocks when it sensed a presence behind
it. Quickly, the darkened figure rolled to its left just a second before a
set of cat's claws impacted where it had been but an instant before. The
strike on the rock sent a shower of sparks along the ground. The figure
lashed out with a quick sweep of the foot that would have knocked a normal
person off their feet. But Julep was no ordinary person, not even an
ordinary Amazon, and with her Musk-inherited speed, jumped back and out of
the way. 

The figure drew back in apprehension and fled. Julep's unrivaled speed gave
her the edge in the pursuit as caught up to her prey within seconds. Just
as she lashed out again with the claws, the figure ducked and rolled to the
right, narrowly avoiding the sharp metal blades rip into its flesh. Julep
watched as the figure reached a hand into its shirt and bring out a
cylinder of metal. A telescoping staff darted out and nearly caught Julep
in the head. Once again her speed saved her as she darted out of the path
of the strike and moved in. The sweep of her arm was close enough this time
as the claws caught a glancing cut on the figure's top. Julep smelled the
scent of fresh blood in the air which confirmed her suspicions of the hit.
The figure reached inside its shirt and withdrew its hand to see blood on
its fingertips. It looked down at the blood, rolled its eyes, then keeled
over.

Julep was thinking about what a disappointment the hunt had been with the
figure's sudden collapse and was approaching when she sensed something
wrong. Instantly she realized the figure was faking its collapse and that
it was nothing more than bait. Bait which Julep had fallen for. Before the
figure got to its feet a small black ball was in its hand for an instant
before it was hurled at Julep's feet. The ball erupted in a billowing
yellow cloud, catching Julep in the center. The wolf-girl recoiled in
disgust as the scent of the stink bomb assailed her nose, the stench
powerful enough to make her head reel and sight spin. The figure was on the
recoiling Julep in a flash as it connected using the staff with a blow to
the back of Julep's head. The girl went to one knee in pain and found it
too difficult to even stand up. 

The figure did not waste even a moment as it leaped away from Julep over
the rocky terrain of the mountain and made its way to the tree line. It had
almost made it there when a net suddenly blossomed out of the brush. Barely
managing to avoid the trap, the figure darted to the side. However, this
proved to be yet another trap as it was suddenly set upon by Perfume,
swinging her naginta in a deadly arc. The staff reached out and parried the
blade of the naginta to the side. There was no retaliatory strike by the
figure as it found yet another thrust leveled at it. Once again the near
fatal strike was parried.

Perfume switched tactics and brought the blunt end of her polearm in a
sweep aimed at the back of the figure's legs. The blow was on the mark as
the figure was knocked off its feet. The second naginta strike was powerful
enough to pound the staff out of its grasp and send it flying far out of
reach. The figure was now on its back on the ground, naginta leveled at its
face.

Perfume saw the enraged Julep approach her position. ""

Julep was about to protest when she caught the look in Perfume's eyes. It
was not a request. With a snarl Julep obeyed the instruction and left her
much desired prey to the mercies of her leader. 

Perfume never let her eyes leave the fallen form. Once she was convinced
Julep was well out of sight she waved at the figure with her naginta. ""

The figure removed the mask to reveal that it was indeed the Amazon Perfume
had suspected. ""

""

Silk shrugged. Too bad she had lost some of her moves as she got older,
though even in her prime she would have been no match for Perfume. So that
was the way it was going to end. Silk knew the game was up. Too bad she
couldn't have laid eyes on Soun one last time. It was odd that in her last
moments of freedom she realized she should have gone back to Joketsuzoku
just long enough to set her house in order and return to Nerima to try to
win her love's heart once more, not that it appeared that would have taken
much effort.

Silk knew Perfume had several options open to her. Send her back to
Joketsuzoku in chains with a couple of guards. Drag her along for the trip.
Kill her. Any one of them would be acceptable under the circumstances.

"" Perfume taunted. 

Silk's retort was abruptly cut off.

""

The day was just full of surprises. Silk simply nodded her head.

""

Silk bowed and left as quickly as she could. Whatever agenda Perfume had
was anyone's guess, but Silk now had a second chance to help Shampoo out
and she was damned if she would let it pass. She set off on the most direct
course for Japan she could take. Time was too valuable to waste.


Julep saw Perfume return from the mountain, a look of satisfaction on her
face.

"" Julep started to ask but was cut off.

"" Perfume assured her. ""

""

Perfume shook her head. ""

""

"" Perfume admitted. ""

Julep accepted the explanation and promised to remain silent. ""

"" Perfume agreed. 


On the top of the mountain the man dressed in gray robes looked down upon
the group, still several miles distant from their own position. 

One of the two dozen men dressed in reptilian armor that stood next to him
spoke up. ""

"" Drakosh the Enchanter snarled in fury. ""

Drakosh cursed his infernal luck. As a member on the inner council of the
Cult of the Serpent Men, he knew there was a great push to be made in the
upcoming years. This was one of the last tasks to prepare for the rebirth.
The legacy that had been passed down to the cult for the last millennium,
but now the legacy was being threatened by the same group that had nearly
hunted the last of the cult into extinction. It seemed that the destiny of
the Amazons and the Serpent Men was to be forever intertwined.


The next night:
Mount Phoenix:
China:

The Eight Devils of Kimone stood outside the mountain of the Bird People.
Gemma looked the group over one last time. Night had fallen and there was a
peaceful quietness to the air around them.

"There's been a slight change in plans. We need to take some of them
alive."

"How many?" Tessai asked, the sound of disappointment evident in his voice.

"A handful," Gemma informed them. "Preferably young and healthy ones."

"Allow me the honor, Lord Gemma," Yurimaru offered in his soft, feminine
voice.

Gemma slowly shook his head. "Benisato. I want you to do it."

Benisato missed the hurt look in Yurimaru's face as she bowed in agreement
and closed her eyes. By concentrating she could see through the eyes of the
thousands of snakes that had sneaked into Mount Phoenix at her behest. At
last she found one that had slithered into a place that would do. 

"I've found a nursery. There's no more than thirty children, which I
suspect will be more than enough. I can take it alone. The rest of you can
enjoy yourselves."

"Not quite," Gemma turned to Mujura. "I need you to obtain a special item
for me. It lies near the royal chambers of the King." Gemma related the
specifics of the item he sought and where to bring it. If he judged the
reactions of the avians, and if the information the Shogun had given him on
the leader was true, he would need the item to survive the encounter. That
and the other that awaited nearby to assist him if it was needed.

"It will be as you command," Mujura assured him.

"My lovelies are in position," Mushizo assured Gemma.

The leader of the Eight Devils looked skyward at the huge swarms of
stinging insects that flew above the mountain. Anyone trying to escape was
doomed.

The Devils needed no encouragement. Benisato commanded several of her most
poisonous snakes to lash out at the guards that were positioned at one of
the entrances to Mount Phoenix. Each guard would drop to the ground, dead
before ever sounding the alarm. 

The plan went off without a hitch as the group moved quickly to where the
dead guards lay fallen.

"Remember, except for Benisato's mission, we are to leave no survivors."

The Devils smiled. That was not a problem for anyone. The group entered the
mountain in short order. Attacking in the middle of the night they would
have an early advantage in the slaughter and any organized resistance would
be long in coming.

It wasn't long before the screaming began.


"" One of the Bird People managed to ask in one of the
main caverns of the mountain. A group of close to forty people gathered in
there, trying to figure out was going on. Bizarre sounds had broken the
night, and frightened all of them.

""

Another figure rushed to the cavern in a blind panic. ""

"" One of the others asked the hysterical man.

As the others saw the look in his eyes they knew madness had claimed their
fellow avian. 

""

Some of them looked one another over and came to the unanimous conclusion
that leaving for a higher ground might be wiser. All of them took off and
sailed for a hole in the roof, one designed for the coming and going of the
avians to depart whenever they so chose. 

Zakura stepped into the cavern from one of the linking tunnels, just as the
others took off.

"Now, now, boys. You shouldn't leave so soon. The party's just getting
started." And with that she parted her cloak, casting three dozen metal
objects up to the ceiling of the cavern, including the hole that allowed
access to the outside world. The object's metal prongs clamped down on the
rock for the briefest of seconds, securing their position.

"Boom," she said under her breath as her eyes glowed red.

The explosives detonated, causing the ceiling to collapse on almost all of
the avians. Several tried to maneuver around the falling pieces of stone,
but most were simply swatted out of the air, wings breaking on impact with
the rock and bones shattering as their bodies hit the floor. 

Zakuro felt a rush as she ducked back into her side passage. Oh how she
loved to hear screams of agony. It was nice to know she could still bring
down the house.

Several of the Bird People managed to avoid both the explosions and the
debris, narrowly avoiding the fate of so many of their fellow citizens. As
they burst through the opening in the side of the mountain they received
their first taste of the night air, and of the millions of wasps, bees,
hornets, and every other kind of stinging insect imaginable. Within
seconds, the handful of survivors were no more as the insects attached
themselves to their winged bodies and repeatedly stung them for all they
were worth.

The hunchbacked Mushizo savored the feeling of each one of his 'children'
as they dug their stingers into the avians. Some of the children died under
the return assault of the people, but nowhere near enough to cause him real
pain. It was a disappointment that the bird people dropped from the skies
all too soon for his taste. The other Devils were proving themselves too
effective, hardly anyone was making it out of the mountain. Mushizo took
solace in that at least no one was getting out alive.


Tessai, already in stone form, stormed around another set of houses in one
of the caverns. He simply ripped open the wall of the nearest one and
stormed inside. Before him was a scene that he found all too familiar this
evening. Already the occupants, a man and woman, were dead. Benisato's
snakes had done their job too well, silently positioning themselves in
people's homes and biting them while they slept. By his estimation, Tessai
had not managed to kill more than fifty of the bird people. He should have
had at least a hundred by now. His stone skin was not anywhere near doused
with the amount of blood he wanted.

As he kicked his way out the opposite side of the home in search of more
prey he was rewarded by one of the people taking off about two hundred feet
away. He allowed the young woman two seconds of air time for a decent head
start before hurling his huge double edged sword spinning in a deadly arc.
The blade cut the woman in half directly out of mid-air. His accuracy was
as sharp as ever. 

As the blade returned to his hand two newcomers arrived on the scene. It
was much to Tessai's delight they were wielding swords. Warriors. Perhaps
they would put up a good fight. Not. He allowed them their screams of rage
and to bear down on him. He raised his double-sword high in the air and let
them close enough to strike his stony hide with their swords. Both blows
were completely ineffective as they merely bounced off Tessai's rocky skin.
He let the surprise in their eyes stay with them as he brought his weapon
down at last, slicing through both, effortlessly shearing them in half. The
blood splashing across his skin felt good, even through the stone. That was
more like it.

Tessai moved on to see if what else he could kill.


The two matronly women looked towards one another. The nursery was
segregated away from most of the other homes due to the amount of noise the
children tended to generate. Usually when the children were asleep, things
were quiet, except tonight. Both women felt the shock of what sounded like
several cave falls in the mountain. The nursery was in a very sturdy
section, but if it was an earthquake there might not be any protection.

"" one offered to the other.

""

Whatever else was to be said was cut off as a pair of arms elongated to
coil themselves around the two women. Both found themselves wrapped up from
their throats to their arms, just like a snake would its prey.

Benisato looked upon the trapped women. She drew them closer and decided
she would split the methods of death. For the first one she simply
increased the pressure from the arm wrapped around her throat and snapped
the neck. For the other, Benisato simply brought the woman close,
maneuvering her so her throat was revealed before the mistress of the
snakes' mouth. The last thing the avian woman saw was her attacker's jaw
drop open to reveal two huge fangs, exactly like a snake would have. She
closed her eyes at that point, so the last sensation the woman had was of
those fangs sinking themselves into her throat. The last thought the woman
had was that she hoped none of the children had seen what had happened.


Benisato tossed the useless body to the side. With a purposeful stride she
entered the nursery. Only now were several of the children beginning to
stir, awakened by the sounds of the struggle outside. Benisato gained the
attention of the children, exerting her influence over minds by looking
into the children's eyes.

"Rest easy, little one's. Auntie Benisato will be taking care of you from
now on."


"" Kiima was scared out of her mind. She had no idea what
was going on. Only that half of the guards in the royal towers were dead
and that Lord Saffron was in mortal danger. She rounded up the remaining
guards that she could find, only about twenty of them, including Koruma and
Masara, and had them form a protective shield around Saffron as she carried
the child herself. The attempt to recover the Kinjakan and Gekkaja before
fleeing proved futile. Both items had been taken and their guards slain.

There were a series of escape tunnels specifically designed for emergencies
such as this. They were built low to the ground in case the lord had been
injured and was unable to fly. Now for the first time that she could
remember the lord of Mount Phoenix was being forced to use the tunnels. Oh
what a shameful job she was doing as the protector of the royal family. 

The group entered a small cave, the last area one could rest before
emerging to the outside world. As they entered they all saw a man, dressed
in an old style white Japanese robe, barring the way out. He had a sheathed
sword held parallel to the floor in his hand, displaying it for all to
behold. Kiima could not help noticing the man was blind.

""

"" It was no doubt one of the scum that dared to desecrate
Mount Phoenix and harm its people. Kiima vowed he would be only the first
to fall, not the last.

All of the guards, save Koruma and Masara, rushed forward to dispatch the
one who would dare threaten the safety of their lord. Despite the sheer
number of the attackers Mujura slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the
still sheathed sword, drawing it no more than two inches from out of its
sheath. 

The child, Saffron, held tightly onto Kiima's pant leg in fear. She placed
a reassuring hand on his head to calm him. Mujura would be dead soon
enough, then the party could continue on their way. 

Kiima could only see a flash of movement from Mujura as he was lost from
sight by the group of guards. Within seconds screams of pain sounded out,
overpowered only briefly by the ring of metal on metal. Soon she was able
to see Mujura, the cause for her clear view striking fear into her. The
guards were falling almost one to a swing, despite the fact that they
greatly outnumbered the lone blind man. Only Kui, one of the master
swordsmen of the guard, managed to exchange three blows with Mujura before
he was cut down as well. 

Even as Kiima's mind grasped at what had just happened she heard a cry of
pain from the side. She turned just in time to see Koruma grabbed by what
appeared to be a man emerging from the shadows. All she managed to see
clearly was that the gray skinned man seemed to have some sort of
mechanical claw-like appendage where his left arm should have been. Her
fears about the shadows were confirmed as a kicking and screaming Koruma
was dragged into the shadows by the man.

"" whatever else was going to be said was cut off as a
thin wire shot out from where the party had come from and wrapped itself
firmly around Masara's neck. As soon as the wire stopped looping one
hundred thousand volts of electricity shot through the wire and
electrocuted him. 

Kiima could smell the burned flesh of her longtime subordinate. She had
known him since he was a little boy, bound to become one of her primary
aides in the upcoming years in her role as caretaker of Mount Phoenix and
Lord Saffron. She felt Saffron cling even tighter to her legs, shivering in
fear.

"" he babbled. 

"" Yurimaru said as he made his way from his
position from up the hall, closing the distance between himself and Kima.

" Kima raged through her tears, praying he was lying. ""

"" 

Kiima turned to the sound of the deep voice. From behind Mujura a huge man,
well over six feet in height with a long pole-like item wrapped in a bundle
of cloth, moved from deeper in the passageway. Something in the way the man
carried himself told her he was the leader.

""

"" This was from Saffron, who darted from Kiima's legs and rushed
towards Gemma, stopping once he entered the cave. ""

"" Gemma said. ""

Kiima moved forward to grab Saffron, but suddenly felt something stick
itself in her back. She cursed herself for lowering her guard as she barely
managed to turn painfully around and see what had struck her. She was
certain there had been no one there before. Her rapidly darkening vision
caught sight of the gray man from the shadows poised above her back, metal
claw glistening in the torchlight with blood. It was then she heard Saffron
speaking.

"" he proclaimed.
""

Kiima could see him raise his hands to the roof of the cave, wondering what
he was up to.

""

No! He couldn't be doing that. It was a death sentence to call upon the
internal fires to trigger the transformation to the adult version of
himself. All the lords of Mount Phoenix could call upon that inherent
ability to transform once without the waters of Jusendo, but the internal
flames could not sustain them, and they would die in less than an hour. And
once the transformation was triggered there was no way to turn it off. It
was nothing more than a prolonged form of suicide.

"" 

"" Shujima said as he brought the claw from under her throat
and sliced it open. ""

Saffron stopped in his ritual and turned to see his longtime keeper dead.
With her loss he knew there was nothing left. Without another word he
released all of his energy and in a pillar of flame was turned into his
adult form, blazing wings and all.

"" Saffron now said in a deep
voice. ""

Gemma appeared unimpressed by the display. "" He held the wrapped bundle in front of him.

Shujima instantly disappeared in the shadows and Mujuru ran down the
passageway from which Gemma came. Only Yurimaru remained.

"" he offered.

"" 

Yurimaru reluctantly moved to obey, leaving Gemma alone with the blazing
Saffron.

""

"" Gemma said emotionlessly.

Saffron raged at the man's seeming nonchalance. Didn't he understand his
death was before him? It didn't matter. He would be dead soon enough.

"" A huge gout of flame burst forth from Saffron's hands blowing a
twenty foot hole clear through the remainder of the rock and to the outside
world, Gemma's body helping to pave the way.

Saffron flew outside to gaze upon the man's remains, if there was enough
left of his body to confirm his death. Then he would return into the
mountain and finish off the rest of the butchers.

Upon clearing the hole he caught sight of a blur from around the side. He
made out the familiar sight of a staff with a crescent on top, the Gekkaja,
right before it went down his left side, opening a huge gash from his
shoulder to hip. It was no small amount of pain he suffered as he flew
another twenty feet before landing, fires from within licking up the wound,
healing it within seconds.

"" Gemma stated.
""

Saffron turned in rage at the man. Gemma had somehow survived the attack
and looked as healthy as he did before the blow.

Gemma held the Gekkaja out before him. ""

"" was the only response Saffron uttered as he once again attempted
to fry Gemma where he stood. 

With faster than human speed the leader of the Devils leaped over the
attack and landed next to Saffron, swinging the sharpened end of Gekkaja
once more. A second slice was landed on Saffron as his chest was ripped
open, but in throwing the blow Gemma left himself open, allowing Saffron to
hurl another fire blast at him. 

Even at point blank range Gemma evaded a majority of the fire bolt, the
rest passing him by and destroying a large section of a nearby hill, but
the portion of the blast that did connect sizzled flesh along the back and
blackened it instantly. Despite the obvious pain Saffron saw Gemma grimace
ever so slightly, then watched in mute amazement as the wound on his
opponent healed even more quickly then he could have done it.

In spite of the shock Saffron evaded another thrust and took off. As he
suspected Gemma remained on the ground, unable to meet him in the air. 

"" Saffron unleashed another blast at his grounded
opponent. This time Gemma brought the Gekkaja to meet it. 

"" Gemma taunted in an even voice.

The roar of rage from Saffron could have been heard from miles away. Bolt
after bolt was sent Gemma's way, the Devil either dodging it or using the
Gekkaja to protect himself. The two made their way from Mount Phoenix and
to the side of a nearby mountain, where Saffron was certain no damage would
be inflicted on his mountain home. There was still hope that Gemma had lied
and that there were some survivors. There had to be. He would not be the
one to have led his people to extinction.

 Now he had the space and unleashed a hellstorm that tore up the
mountainside his opponent had been on. His vision was temporarily blinded
by the blast, and he lost sight of Gemma momentarily. As his vision cleared
he bore witness to the devastation he had inflicted. The entire
mountainside had been swept clear of all life, save the large man whose
flesh was healing from the burns he had received, Gekkaja still in hand.

"" If the Gekkaja was all that stood between him and revenge, it
would have to be destroyed. From high above he took careful aim at the
staff in front of Gemma and launched yet another attack, one continuous
focused flame on him. As Saffron anticipated, Gemma blocked it with the
Gekkaja, which continued to protect him. Saffron continued focusing the ten
foot wide blast at Gemma. The ground around Gemma began to bubble and melt
into a liquid, causing Gemma to sink into the earth. Perhaps he would drown
in molten earth before being burned alive. It was going to be a race
against time since Saffron could see the Gekkaja glow green and begin to
crack from the assault. Unfortunately exhaustion began to wear the King of
the Bird People down.

Saffron knew he was going to win. He would have just enough power to do it.
However, his near insane delight was short lived as a chi blast amputated
both of Saffron's wings and broke off his attack on Gemma as he spiraled
towards the ground. He managed to rotate just enough in his downward fall
to observe a girl with long white hair and scale armor hovering in the air
a short distance away.

""

The spiraling chi blast struck Saffron even as he released a fire blast of
his own. Herb-chan was able to fly out of the way of the fiery bolt.
Saffron was not so fortunate as his wings were less than one quarter
regenerated when the blast struck him full in the chest. The force of the
blow's tremendous power was enough to drive him head first into the ground.
It took precious moments for him to get to his feet from the impact. The
only consolation was that his wings had regenerated as he lay in the
ground.

"" Saffron started to shout when he heard
someone moving behind him.

""

Saffron turned just in time to see the Gekkaja was coming from its drawn
back position and being brought forward. He would have screamed in anger at
Gemma for prolonging the inevitable, Saffron would simply regenerate the
damage, when he realized where the cut would connect.

To his credit Saffron managed to get a hand up and began to raise a shield
of heat which would have instantly killed a normal man. Unfortunately for
him, the combination of  the Gekkaja and Gemma's regeneration were more
than enough to enable him to not only survive the heat, but ensure his
limbs possessed enough force to cut through the blocking arm and shear off
Saffron's head at the neck. 

Gemma observed the now headless avian closely. When the body fell over he
knew the truth.

" He looked up to the one that had provided the last minute assist.
""

Herb-chan shrugged. "" That was
when Herb-chan noticed Saffron's body, and what it was doing. ""

Where there was a headless stump, flames began to shoot out.  Many flames.
Herb-chan managed to erect a chi shield for the heat and flew backwards as
fast as she could while Gemma backed up while keeping the Gekkaja in front
of him. Neither had made it very far when the body exploded.

For miles around, the shock was felt as the Saffron's body detonated,
releasing the last vestiges of his power in an enormous display of light
and heat, turning the mountain under the dead monarch into rubble.

Even at the edge of the blast radius Herb-chan was blown nearly a mile
backwards. The chi shield and her own improved immunity to heat was all
that saved her from being destroyed, and once certain there was only going
to be one blast she flew back. Mount Phoenix itself looked unharmed. The
blast seemed to have been concentrated mostly upward. As she approached
ground zero she began searching around for her ally. It was unlikely Gemma
had survived. He had been at ground zero when the blast occurred. Still,
Herb-chan would be thorough  and make certain there was nothing left.

The aerial search took her over and around the new chasm that now claimed
the area where the mountain once stood. Even she was in awe of the kind of
energy it must have taken to do that. If she possessed that kind of raw
power there would have been no need for the Shogun of the Dark or his
plans. She could have taken over half the world on her own.

As her dreams of what could have been went on, she spotted a movement from
down towards the bottom of the pit. At first it was nothing but disbelief
that anything could have survived the explosion, but as she flew downward
she discovered the truth. What appeared to be nothing more than the remains
of a skeleton with a little bit of flesh was reconstructing itself. Almost
as amazing was the speed at which it was happening. Within less than two
minutes a perfectly healthy and naked Gemma was standing before her.

"" Herb-chan could get out nothing more.

""

Herb-chan did as she was bidden and flew Gemma back to Mount Phoenix. The
other Devils had been waiting for the return of their master, having been
informed by Mushizo through his link with the stinging insects.

Gemma looked questioningly towards the others as he grabbed a nearby cloth
to cover himself. "Saffron has been disposed of. Are all of them dead?"

"We swept the area twice." Benisato informed Gemma. "Aside from the
children that are locked in the nursery, we've found no one."

"I guarantee no one flew or walked out of here alive," Mushizo confirmed.

"That is good. The Shogun was most specific in not allowing anyone to
escape. Secrecy is still of the highest importance. It is not impossible
some of the citizenry were not present at the time of the killing. So we
will keep our eyes open and set traps for any that might return. Yurimaru,
prepare a chamber for the Shogun. He will be..." Gemma trailed off as he
saw Mujuru hold up his hand for silence.

The blind man went to one of the rock walls and gently placed his hand next
to it. In a flash he drove the sword through the wall, allowing to remain
there momentarily.

"What was that all about?" Zakura started to say until she saw the blood
run down the blade and drip to the floor. 

Mujuru removed his blade. "With my enhanced hearing I detected the
heartbeat of someone hidden in the walls. There is a secret passage behind
the wall here."

"Tessai, break it down!" Gemma ordered.

Tessai did as he was bidden and drove his fist through the wall, opening a
small hole that the others could stick their heads in and look down. The
body of a little girl was lying in the passageway. Mujuru was the first
there as he demanded silence. 

"I hear the sounds of running feet," he informed them.

Yurimaru took Mujuru's place and sent one of his wires down the corridor.
He was rewarded by the wire looping around something that immediately
attempted to pull away. Immediately he sent a light charge down the wire
and felt the resistance die off.

"We should interrogate that one to find out if any others escaped,"
Yurimaru offered. 

"That's a small passage. None of us can fit down there," Tessai said.

Benisato once again took the lead. "I can," she informed them and proceeded
to slither her body like a snake into the opening and went down the narrow
corridor, disappearing in the darkness. It took but moments for her to
reappear, dragging the body of a young girl with her.

She threw the unconscious girl, who could have been no older than seven,
roughly on the ground. "I heard the sounds of a river at the end of the
passageway."

"Damn!" Gemma murmured, then indicated with a wave of his hand what Zakura
should do.

Zakura moved above the girl's unconscious form and slapped her awake. The
girl awakened and looked up in terror at the group before her.

"" Zakura cooed, her scar filled
face doing nothing to ease the girl's discomfort. ""

"" she managed to stammer out.

Mujuru had been listening intently. "She's lying. I heard her heartbeat
jump."

"Oh, now that's too bad." Zakura's tone did not sound like she was
disappointed. Rather it sounded as though she was quite pleased with the
response. She pulled a small throwing blade out and started moving it in
circles above the girl's eye. ""

The girl nearly wet herself in fear. ""

Zakura just continued smiling. ""

Gemma gave Mushizo orders above the girl's screams. The hunchbacked man
quickly sent his swarms of stinging insects to search for the river's
opening. It took but moments to discover there were two different rivers
leading from within the mountain. He sent out his insects and began
searching the skies above them.

"Why didn't you spot her flying away?" Gemma inquired, his tone indicating
his displeasure. 

"I'm not sure," Mushizo responded. "None of them were near your fight and
all of my children have been flying as high as they could, keeping a
lookout for anyone that escaped. I'm certain I would have spotted anyone
leaving, even from that far away."

Mushizo continued concentrating until one of his distant scouts reported a
little girl crawling out of the river several miles downstream. He watched
her for a moment, trying to figure out why she wasn't taking off, until he
noticed something unusual.

"She swam down nearly the entire length of the river. That's why I didn't
spot her. She swam instead of flying!" Mushizo said. 

"Will she get away?" Gemma asked.

Mushizo shook his head. "Her wing's broken. There's no way she'll get far.
Still, I won't take any chances and send the two nearest swarms after her.
Either one is capable of killing up to a dozen adults. Disposing of her
should be easy."

Gemma nodded his head in approval. Best not to take any chances.


Seven year old Sera ran for all she was worth, trying to keep from crying.
Her father taught her big girls didn't cry, and she had to be a big girl
now. She was all alone since she saw her mother and brother...

She pushed the thought out of her mind. If she thought about it then she
was going to stop running. And then the bad stone man would hunt her down
and kill her he would tear off her...

She began sobbing. There was no way to stop it now. She cried and cried but
kept running. He legs burned as though on fire, and she could only take
small shallow breaths into her painfully tight chest as she ran. Why did
she have to break her wing? If it was still working then she could have
flown to the ends of the earth to get away from the evil people. But it had
been broken by some falling rocks that the weird laughing woman had brought
down when she made everything explode.

She was running blindly through the thick brush, trying to remain out of
sight, when she ran into someone.

"" she screamed and tried to run away. It was one of the bad
people that was going to kill her. She just knew it. The person held onto
her tightly as she tried to escape, her struggles going on for almost a
full minute before she realized the person was just holding her and not
trying to harm her at all. She paused long enough to see it was a young
boy, one that looked a lot like her older brother, except he had orange
hair and lacked wings. All the time she was struggling he spoke to her in a
soft voice to get her to calm down. She found herself starting to relax in
his grip. She couldn't believe someone that looked like her brother and
spoke so nice could be bad.

Once she settled down the boy released her. He crouched down so he could
talk to her eye to eye. ""

"" she sobbed. ""

Once again the boy soothed the girl, trying to get her to calm down again.
Just as he succeeded the sound of a subtle buzzing caught his attention. He
looked carefully around, his eyes settling on the direction the girl had
come from. Several dozen wasps were hovering around, almost as though they
were waiting for something. 

""

Sera turned and saw the wasps hovering around. She could never remember
wasps behaving in such a manner, when she noticed the number was growing
considerably. Within moments dozens went to hundreds, then thousands. The
swarm blocked out a considerable portion of the path before them. 

"" the boy said gently and delicately pushed
the girl behind him. Once she was fully behind him he cupped his hands and
held them out before him. Quickly gray energy filled the hands before him,
expanding by the moment. 

The swarm finished building and surged forward. The boy held his ground
until the fastest of the insects was no more than twenty feet in front of
both he and the girl. The range was close enough as he unleashed the ball
of energy directly in the path of the murderous creatures. When the ball
made contact with the fist bug it expanded in a gray fireball more than
twenty times its original size. 

Sera had to shield her eyes from the glare. It was a half-hearted gesture
as she was fascinated by the coruscating gray energy. Calmly she watched as
it consumed all of the swarm in a wave of gray light. The heat generated
from the blast was intense enough that she felt herself take a step back to
avoid some of the effects. When the light cleared she saw not a single wasp
was left. 

"" she trailed off as she noticed her
savior was flat on his back, unconscious.

Sera felt the dread in her heart as she gazed upon the prone boy's form.
Had one of the bad people sneaked up behind her and taken another one of
her friends away? She began desperately shaking his body, crying hard
again. He must have been dead, just like everyone else. She started to calm
down when she noticed he was, in fact, breathing, but he didn't do anything
else. Just as she stopped shaking him and tried to think of another way to
revive his consciousness a voice came out from the woods, opposite from the
wasps. 

""

Sera looked up to see a fierce looking girl, about Flare's age, scowl down
at her. In her hands she held what appeared to be a rugbeater. The girl
looked none too happy.

"' a voice from behind the newcomer spoke up. 

The speaker moved into sight and passed Carpet, advancing to the fallen
Flare. Sera could tell that she was short and younger than the other two,
with red hair and bore a trident in her hands. "" The trident-bearing girl hid a smile. ""

"" Carpet said, totally shocked. ""

LinLin smiled once more. ""

"" Flare mumbled as he tried to get up and
promptly fell over.

Sera was on him in a second. ""

"" LinLin said, who was then less than
pleased that Carpet made no noise of protest. "" she asked
Flare.

"" he said weakly. ""

LinLin looked the girl over, taking in the wings for the first time. She
had heard of the people of Mount Phoenix, but considered them nothing more
than an old wives tale elders told to scare children. Now she had evidence
it was otherwise. 

"" Carpet said as dread began to fill her voice
and she pointed to the second swarm that was approaching.

"" LinLin cursed as she remembered that her sister had
chosen to stay at home and not go on the long distance patrol. Her arm was
still bothering her and the duo's attacks were always off when that was the
case. Shampoo still had a lot to answer for. Too bad Cologne swore them to
secrecy and forbade them from going back, not that she really wanted to
risk angering Shampoo further.

Now she had a problem. Neither she nor Carpet could take out a bunch of
small insects. And from the size of the swarm there was little doubt what
the outcome would be when the struck. LinLin hated stings too.

""

All eyed turned to see a tall, brown-haired girl standing atop a fallen
log, looking smugly at the swarm of wasps that was moving upon them. With a
flick of the wrist twin battle axes appeared from within the confines of
her sleeves and appeared in her hand. 

"" With a speed like few had
ever seen she was suddenly spinning like a top, axes flashing, and entered
the swarm. 

Sera looked on in horror as the swarm fell upon the girl as well. Her
figure was lost under the heavy black cloud of flying pain. No screams of
pain were heard from the cloud, just the continuous sound of whirring. In
moments Sera aware that the cloud was thinning out. Amazingly the girl was
still spinning around, unaffected by what had happened. It took but a few
more moments for the last of the insects to fall to the ground, clearing
the air of all but the normal kinds of flying matter.

The girl stopped spinning and allowed the axes to fall back into their
proper place. "" she explained as
she made her way back to the group. Flare was finally able to make it to
his feet with Carpet's support when LinLin began cheering.

""

"" the girl snapped.

""

""

""

"" Twin axes
appeared in the girl's hands once again. LinLin began to run away through
the trees as the ax bearing girl started bringing them in an up and down
motion, turning each tree into kindling. LinLin made certain to stick her
tongue out at the girl as she ran. It was no coincidence that the way
LinLin had gone was a direct path to the village, and that Carpet had a
much easier time of helping Flare and Sera move out of the area. 

"" Sera asked.

Flare smiled at that. ""

""

""

Sera shook her head no.

""

Sera 'bleched' and swore never to use perfume as long as she lived.


"She escaped," Mushizo said, the faintest bit of dread creeping into his
voice. There was now a good chance his resurrection was about to come to an
end.

Gemma remained impassive for a moment. Slowly he turned away from the
Devils and walked off. "I will inform the Shogun of what has happened." 

None of the Devils had a particularly good feeling about that.


Once out of sight of the others, Gemma pulled a small marble out of his
boot. He gave the command word and watched expand large enough to fill his
hand. A second word initiated contact with a likewise orb that the Shogun
had nearby, his image filling the interior of the orb

"How did it go, Gemma?" The cowled image of the Shogun asked..

"All went as planned save that there was one escape." It was time to see
how the Shogun would react to the failure.

Surprisingly, he seemed very unconcerned. "It was bound to happen. I simply
hoped it would be later rather than sooner. Have Herb move his armies in a
defensive web, reinforcing the south heavily. I want us cut off from the
rest of the world."

Gemma moved to obey but was brought short as he was about to shrink the
orb. 

"Make certain that the armies are no closer than twenty miles. It is as
much for their safety as a desire to keep them out of the way. You are in
charge of security within that twenty miles. I don't want a mouse to get
near here. Do you understand? More failures will not be tolerated."

"Of course, my Lord."

"Good!" The image of the Shogun disappeared, allowing Gemma to shrink the
orb and replace it once more. Events were moving faster than even he
thought they would. Perhaps it was time to start going into exact details
of what he was going to do to Japan once it was his.


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Anyone familiar with Wade Tritschler's work knows who 'Ambergris' really
is, and that she belongs to him. I named my own Perfume before coming into
contact with his work, but still couldn't resist using a character as
original as that (with his permission, of course).


Special Thanks to

Ryan Anderson
Bloodblade
James Robert Bader 
Gary Kleppe
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Miashara
Dr. Wade Tritschler

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