Prologue


For want of a nail
the shoe was lost,

for want of a shoe
the horse was lost,

for want of a horse
the knight was lost,

for want of a knight
the battle was lost.

So it was a kingdom
was lost...

...all for the
want of a nail.

Colloquial adaptation of a
verse by George Herbert
(Jacula Prudentum 1651)



All around Happosai there appeared to be nothing but an endless void. It
was not as though the master were truly afraid, but it reminded him all
too much of the cave he had been sealed in for nearly a decade. In many
ways it was worse. There was an absence of everything. There was no noise,
nothing to touch, and no other physical sensations. He couldn't even smell
anything. It was just the lack of any stimulus at all that was boring him
to distraction.

The only pleasant thing about the experience were the flashbacks he had
had. The beautiful women of the past had been so numerous that even he had
lost track of how many cuties there had been throughout his life. And then
there was his second passion: the lingerie. Silky beauties had flooded his
memories as well, several of his favorite pieces standing out in his mind.
Teaching martial arts hadn't been so bad either. Especially when it came
to fondling his favorite pair of breas...rather, he meant teaching his
favorite pupil, Ranma. It was such a joy that a man in his twilight years
could have so many bringing such happiness into his life.

He paused in his reminiscing to try to figure out why he was in the void.
The last thing he remembered was saving all of the cuties in the world by
screwing up Maelstrom's wish. Then he had had a heart attack and the
flashbacks began.

"Why of course!" he said, smacking his fist into an open palm. "That must
mean I'm-"

"Dead," a sultry voice called out from Happosai's left.

The old one turned in the direction of the voice to gaze upon his
unexpected companion. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw
the beauty before him. She was ravishing and tall, with skin as white as
alabaster and a long mane of flowing white hair that cascaded over her
shoulders and down her back. She wore a tight black top and bottoms that
covered only as much as any bikini. Tiny skulls adorned several places on
both, and she wore black boots that molded themselves perfectly with her
long, shapely legs. And the proportions of the woman were inhuman, from
her enormous bust and narrow waist, right down to her washboard flat
stomach. And those pupiless white eyes stared at him as though he were the
only being in existence, looking upon him with a smug glare.

Happosai composed himself. "I am dead, aren't I?"

"Indeed," the woman answered him.

He glared and pointed an accusing finger at her. "That means you're..."

"Death," she finished for him. "And that means you are in my-"

*GLOMP*

"-cleavage." 'Lady' Death looked curiously at the creature now nestled in
her generous bosom. "What do you think you're doing?"

"So soft, so cold, yet so wonderful," was Happosai's only response as he
moved his head up and down, making as much surface contact as he could.

Death now looked at Happosai in confusion. "Don't you understand? I am the
conceptual entity in charge of taking souls to the realms beyond. A thing
of vast power. One of the primal forces in the universe. And you
are...groping me."

"Don't worry," Happosai murmured happily from his position. "I won't hold
it against you."

Death looked down at the spirit that continued clutching her bosom. "God
was right. You are the greatest pervert that has ever lived."

"Thanks," he said as he continued to glomp away.

Death sighed, making Happosai all the more happy at the expansion. That
pleasurable sound was all she needed to make her next decision.

"I think you've adapted to the idea of being dead quite well," Death said
as a gateway of light appeared before her. "It's lucky for you Heaven
understands sacrifice. Otherwise you would've gone somewhere less...nice.
Off you go."

Happosai didn't even bother to pry his face out of the cleavage.

"I said you can go."

He still didn't move.

"Look, women!"

Happosai at last pulled his face out of her bosom and turned to look in
the light. It had been no lie. Before him lay clouds filled with some of
the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. He was gone in an instant.

"SWEETO!!!"

*GLOMP*

"Help! I'm being molested!"

"Ahh! We're being invaded by demons!"

"Call out a squad of Spawn Hunters. We're under attack!"

"It looks more like a bug to me! Let me at him!"

*BAP*

"Nice shot, Skuld."

*SNIFF* "Is that anyway to treat a kindly old man?"

"Oh no! You are an old man. I'm sorry! I thought you were a bug."

"That's okay. A sweet little creature such as yourself should... HOT
MAMA!!!"

*GLOMP*

"Urd, there seems to be a pervert attached to your chest."

"Hmm. He seems kind of familiar. Happosai, right?"

"Wait a minute! I know you! Back around twenty eight, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was. And do you remember what I said I would do to you if you
ever came near me again?"

"You said you'd-"

*ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP*


Death closed the gateway at that point, shutting out the cries of pain
that followed. Maybe Heaven was closer to Hell for Happosai than she had
thought. At least the matter was thankfully out of her hands. All the
problems now belonged under Heaven's jurisdiction, allowing Death to
wonder if that realm was ready for the situation. Certainly it was
unlikely that it was prepared for a pervert of that magnitude.

With a sigh, she turned away. Maybe it was time to get an avatar, like so
many other conceptual entities seemed to possess, and avoid a lot of
hassles. And thinking of which, there was someone with whom she was going
to have to put in a 'personal' appearance when she visited...


"The Protector has been saved," The Seer informed Lord Alderan.

It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to hug the revered
figure before him. So long as the Earth remained intact the one who was
prophesied would come at his appointed time and save the empire. At least
that was what all of the religious texts claimed. And with The Seer
herself backing up the claim...well that was good enough for him.

The Seer turned towards the form of the prostrated man before her and
spoke. "I will wait in my chambers until I am ready to cross The Great
Divide once more." And with that she turned on her heel and left the room.

She continued on to the place set aside for her own personal use. Her path
was straight, never meandering or pausing to look down some side passage.
She went from Point A to Point B, just as she had always done for all but
thirteen years of her existence. She knew all that could happen, so why
consider paths she could never take?

The Seer entered the plain, stone chamber, sat down upon the simple rock
chair that had been built specifically for her own form, and waited. In
one week's time she would rise and travel to a place called Ranoth. Her
destiny was to inform a simple farmer to leave his fields and take up the
sword for his people. In twenty years time he would train the boy who
would most likely unite his planet under one rule, at least he would when
she returned to that world forty-five years later. Such was the path that
lay before her as she tried to ensure the course that would most likely
prolong the most possibilities of Fate's web.

She sat unmoving, aware of the fact she would visitors at most three times
before she left. The first that could make an appearance would be in four
days time, depending on what he told his wife at dinner the next evening.
Being aware of everyone's destiny left no room for surprises.

"There are questions I need answered, Seer."

The Seer fell out of her chair in shock. She turned to see a nine foot
tall figure, adorned in completely black robes, standing behind the chair
as though it had appeared from out of nowhere. The hood was pulled forward
so that its entire face was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, like the
upper portions of the Seer's own face. The only thing that was different
were the two red glows that were at the place were eyes should have been.

"Wh...who?' was all she could get out.

"Can you not guess?" it said in a raspy voice.

The voice, despite its menacing tone, served to relax her. She now knew
who her mysterious visitor was. It all made sense, really. Conceptual
entities, as well as their agents, had the ability to mask themselves from
Fate, and its tool, the Seer herself, when they so chose.

A smile filled with hope erupted in her face. "Is it at last my time?"

"No," Death answered. "Your time will come when it comes."

Her shoulders slumped forward in defeat. How tragic that she could see
anyone's possible end but her own.

"I have questions for you," Death said bluntly as he looked into her eyes,
piercing the darkness few others could.

"Why don't you ask Fate directly?" she said aloud. Death certainly had the
ability to do that. Any conceptual entity could confront another one.
Technically Death ranked higher than Fate in the hierarchy, making it
highly unlikely any request would be denied.

"Because I choose to talk to you," Death responded, and the Seer knew she
would have to answer the questions as best as she could.

"Why was I not informed of the possible resurrection of Xian Pu?"

So that was what the meeting was about. At least she had an answer for
that. "That was an oversight. Recent events had caused quite an upheaval
with Fate recently. With the survival of the Shogun of the Dark,
Maelstrom's reawakening had become a distinct possibility. If Maelstrom
had successfully awakened and made his wish without interference, the odds
were very good that he would  have survived the next five thousand years
and made another wish. The second wish would have made him a true god,
however he would not have dealt with his newfound abilities very well. He
would have been driven insane from the experience in less than two
thousand years. After that point there was a substantial chance he would
have obliterated the entire universe within the next twenty thousand
years. There was a six percent chance of total obliteration. A terrible
risk that could bring about the end of Fate itself."

Death nodded his head, as much in understanding as an indication she
should continue.

"Fate had to take steps to ensure that path would not come to pass." The
Seer let out a sigh of relief. "The best chance to prevent it was to
somehow engineer the death of the Shogun of the Dark. To this end I
employed many different schemes to insure such a course, including the
most useful, the magical lifeform called Jusenkyou."

"I know that thing," Death informed her. "It died recently."

"Yes. That was its irrevocable fate after the Great Grond's death. Long
ago I gave it the ability to see all of the paths that might affect its
existence. In turn, it provided a means for which to prolong most of the
pathways that aided in preserving existence. One of those paths it was
supposed to take was influencing the death of the Shogun of the Dark.
There was less than a one out of thousand chance of the Shogun's
survival."

"But he survived until a little while ago." Death's voice carried no
emotion as it simply stated facts once again.

The Seer hesitated. The fact that there was no indication that this
conversation should even be taking place disturbed her. She was supposed
to know everything. "Yes. Well, unlikely things happen all the time."

"You still have not told me about Xian Pu's survival."

"I was getting to that." The longer the conversation went, the more
uncomfortable the Seer felt. Best to finish up as quickly as she could.
"When Jusenkyou realized the Shogun survived, it employed a number of
curses to affect those that might disrupt the plans of the Shogun. All had
poor chances of success, but one of the worst was one that, while not
enabling Jusenkyou to survive, could avenge its destruction afterward. So
it cursed Xian Pu on the offhand chance she would be in the right place at
the right time to prevent Maelstrom from gaining his power. It really was
the last chance to change the course Maelstrom was trying to set for
himself before his wish. Any attempts at preventing his second wish for
power would have been even more dismal. It all came down to her knocking
Gemma into the pit, which then assured that Happosai alone would be
present with Maelstrom and ruin any chances of achieving ultimate power.
If she had failed, Happosai would have been incapacitated, the Shogun
would have still been alive upon completion of the spell, and he would
have been the one the Dragon King talked to, ensuring Maelstrom's rise to
power.

"But that did not happen, as impossible as it seems. The odds of Xian Pu
making it that far were extraordinary. There were more than a dozen times
it would have been far more likely that she would have been prevented from
traveling to China or killed before arriving at Mount Phoenix and her
inevitable death. There were even a couple of occasions where her path was
obscured by an area of gray and I could not see what would happen. I have
yet to figure out that unexplained phenomena, but in spite of that she
somehow ended up at Mount Phoenix anyway. Quite astounding, really."

"You still have not yet told me why I was not informed of her
resurrection," Death reminded her.

"Sorry. The Web of Fate rarely lends itself to simple explanations. As
terrible as the chances were that Xian Pu would arrive at Mount Phoenix to
die, the odds of Ranma Saotome actually succeeding in reviving her were
infinitesimally smaller. That he should have survived his fight with
Gemma, resolved himself to try to bring her back, used the Focus in such a
way as to allow it to find the Heart of the Earth, not be consumed by the
power he wielded, and that his love for her was strong enough to be
willing to risk everything was as near to impossible as could be. It was
so obscure that Fate did not deem it worth mentioning since so many other
plans had to be laid to prevent Maelstrom's rise to power."

"Yet it did happen," Death said, the voice taking on a more hollow
quality.

"Ah, yes. It did, didn't it?" The Seer answered nervously.

The red glow from under the hood seemed to bore straight into the Seer. "I
will be informed of every possible resurrection, no matter how small the
chance will be. I will not be caught off guard again. Releasing an essence
back to life is bad enough, but to have to do it unprepared is
unacceptable to me."

The tone Death used brooked no argument. The Seer would inform Fate of the
command.

"By the way," Death said in less menacing tones. "The gray areas were
caused by Oblivion's agent, the thing calling itself Mr. Domino. It has
been making a nuisance of itself of late by passing through my realm. No
doubt it was trying to shift the Web of Fate towards universal
obliteration."

"I don't see how," The Seer said doubtfully. "Oblivion should have no
knowledge of its part, save when Fate informs it of when the pattern has
already moved to a course which allows Oblivion to act."

"Nevertheless, that appears to be what happened." Death turned away.
"Unless the Almighty himself has authorized it, Oblivion overstepped its
boundaries. There will be a price to pay for that."

And with that Death vanished, leaving the Seer alone with only silence as
her companion once again. However the situation was going to be dealt with
was beyond her concerns; the forces of the universe did as they willed.
The only thing that truly bothered her was Oblivion's seemingly detailed
knowledge of the Web of Fate. The boundaries were clear between the
conceptual entities, and technically only opposites like Chaos and Order,
or Eternity and Death could 'disagree' with one another as each vied for
control over its realm of influence. Oblivion's opposite was Infinity, not
Fate, so how had it gained access to what could be?

It mattered little. What would be would be, and she had to travel in a
week. After four thousand years through a mind that gauged time as any
mortal would, it would pass far more quickly than she cared. Then it would
be on to the next destination. And then the next. And then the next...


The Realm of Oblivion:

The thing that called itself 'Mr. Domino' peered into the vast nothingness
that was Oblivion. He had come back from that lack of existence to serve
that which had destroyed him when he had been, well, non-obliterated, for
lack of a better term. He had believed that having a form was everything,
then he learned what it meant to cease to exist, and now quite willingly
served that force which had gone on to claim him. Now he was an avatar of
one of the forces that made the universe work. He was an elaborate tool,
just like he had been when he had truly been alive. The more things
change...

The only reason he had been allowed to exist again was because he had a
use to the conceptual entity. A unique viewpoint on the totality of the
future that only he and one other that still lived held. All the others
that came before him, all of those others that had been given the dubious
'gift' he had been granted, were dead. Now there was one  alive that
possessed it and no other. He should not still have had the vision, but he
did. No doubt some kind of loophole in the way the universe worked.

Obliteration, ironically, gave him a second chance, and now that leftover
talent served one who could conceivably destroy everything. It didn't
matter though. What Mr. Domino did now was not all that different from
what he did before, save that he was more powerful.

Yes. Being The Seer in his previous existence had been difficult. Being an
agent of Oblivion was far easier. Until now. When he would have to explain
what had happened.

"I'm afraid the plan didn't work after all. Two of the pawns on the board
managed to overcome the king," he said to the void before him. His mind
pictured his form of communication as speech, but that wasn't true. It was
just his interpretation of how he passed the information to Oblivion.
Speaking was somehow reassuring. And as to the 'pawns,' meaning Shampoo
and Happosai, and the 'king', meaning Maelstrom, Oblivion understood that
as well.

"We shall have to try again," he continued. "There won't be an opportunity
as hopeful as this one in a while, but we do have as much time as we need
to achieve your desires. There will be other chances."

Oblivion must not have been too displeased; Mr. Domino still existed.

The 'game' involving Maelstrom might have been over, but Domino had made
one final move before moving on to start another game somewhere else
across the universe. He cleared his throat to mention it to his master. "I
will let you know that, in a gesture of petty vengeance, I have probably
engineered the death of two of the crucial elements that foiled the plan.
I couldn't work in an obliteration for them, but neither of their paths
take them near any such possibilities. Sorry."

Still he existed. Oblivion was obviously not displeased with that action
either. Of course, Mr. Domino's assistance in directing Herb's future
course of action might be irrelevant. After all, that was just one thread
that the agent of Oblivion had helped to influence. There was a good
chance that Shampoo and Ranma would die on their own without Domino's
interference. It seemed the odds of their lives being intertwined with the
possibility of death were plentiful. In fact, they were in the middle of
one such junction now. Life on one path, death on the other. An even
chance in this case. It all fell to who made the 'correct' choice. Would
it be Shampoo and Ranma, or would it be...


"Gemma!" Ranma shouted out in shock and anger.



Ranma 1/2 Presents:
Shampoo 1/2
Chapter 40

The Breaking of the Circle

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"Surprise." Gemma grinned in return.

The surprise of who her opponent truly was left an opening for Gemma to
exploit. He was on Ranma-chan in an instant with a series of fists and
kicks into the smaller girl's body. Ranma-chan felt each blow impact
painfully into her ribs and chest. The few blocks she managed were
inconsequential as Gemma used his superior strength to power through her
defense. Just as quickly as the attack had begun it stopped, leaving a
horribly beaten Ranma-chan to stare at the space where her attacker had
been. Immediately she saw why the Devil's attack had stopped so abruptly.

Shampoo-kun had regained his footing and tried to attack Gemma. The first
couple blows landed solidly and were delivered with enough force to catch
Gemma's attention. Like Ranma-chan, Shampoo-kun was still drained from
coming back from the dead. He moved far too slowly, and the pain from
Gemma's initial strikes hurt more than they would have under any other
circumstances. The high kick he leveled at Gemma's head was easily caught,
and the Devil used his superior leverage to throw the Amazon into the
floor with enough force to break several of the floorboards.

Ranma-chan fought through her own pain and connected with a punch into the
kidneys. The redhead was quick enough to avoid the first backfist thrown
at her, and followed up with a kick into Gemma's stomach. Far from enough
to slow him down, Gemma struck out once again, catching Ranma-chan fully
in her left breast with a punch. There was no chance to follow up as
Shampoo-kun was upon him again, trying to punch him in the throat.

Gemma blocked the attack and hit the Amazon in the face once more. He was
delighted to see blood flowing from a cut above the eye from one of the
first attacks with the metal rod. He pulled his punch as he struck
Shampoo-kun in the same spot that the open wound was, intending not to
knock his opponent out, but to simply cause the blood to flow more freely.
The more blood spilled, the better.

Gemma stood back a moment to evaluate the condition of his two opponents.
Both were little more than pale shadows of the duo he had fought in the
halls of the mountain. He probably need not have bothered with disguising
himself, but it had been such a joy to see the look of shock and defeat in
their eyes from the ineffectual nature of the 'cursed water.' Now he had a
chance to revel in his victory over his opponents. They were going to know
true pain before he killed them.

"You're probably wondering how I survived that mountain being blown up."
He allowed Shampoo-kun to hit him once in the face. No need to crush hope
too quickly. "It wasn't easy. I was falling quite a ways, and having
Zakura's heart blow up once I hit probably would have kept me from
reforming for close to ten minutes, and that's not to mention how annoying
it would have been to be buried alive."

He allowed Shampoo-kun to connect two more times, interrupting the
explanation, before kicking the Amazon in the chest and throwing him
against a far wall once again. "I had no intention of being buried one
moment longer than I had to. I already went through that particular
pleasure once. Never again." He dodged a kick by Ranma-chan and afforded
her a few blows. "I realized as I was falling, that it would be far better
to get rid of that heart beforehand. So rather than impact with it, I
threw it to the bottom of the pit before I crashed. The explosion actually
served to slow down my decent somewhat. And more importantly, it blew up a
side of that damned pit. The hole was large enough to allow me, once I
healed the broken bones, into the corridors of the mountain itself. By
that time I sensed something was going wrong, and chose to exit the
mountain rather than risk being buried alive."

He snapped a punch to Ranma-chan's head, getting her out of the way just
in time to deal with the returning Amazon. "By the time I got out of the
mountain, I saw the energy storm above it. I decided to gain some distance
until I could see what was really going on. I was several miles away when
the mountain itself exploded. Quite impressive, really." He said the last
through gritted teeth and struck Shampoo-kun with a number of punches and
kicks. Gemma took note of how pathetic the Amazon's defenses were. Both he
and Ranma-chan were little more than insignificant gnats now, and each was
getting slower by the second. They didn't even have enough left to retort
to his bragging.

Anger began to fill his veins. It was time to really punish them, for
their deeds. He ignored Shampoo-kun for a moment to strike Ranma-chan with
a combination of blows that left her prone on the floor.

Gemma then turned to his remaining opponent with his full anger; the one
truly worthy of all of the pain he was about to inflict. "You managed to
destroy everything! I could have ruled Japan!" He deflected the painfully
slow combination of blows aimed at him from the Amazon. "You are the one
responsible! If you hadn't tackled me into that damn abyss, I would have
crushed the heart, blown all of you up, the Shogun's plan would have gone
off without a hitch, and I'd be lording it over the fools in charge there
now. But no!" He unleashed a full strength punch at Shampoo-kun, powering
right through the attempted block and causing the Amazon to go down to one
knee. "You ruined everything! Now I'll get my pound of flesh."

"Shogun...mad," Shampoo-kun got out through a nearly broken jaw.
"Wanted.... everyone dead."

"Then allow me to admit you did me a favor and repent my ways." Gemma
bowed before Shampoo-kun, surprising the Amazon for a moment. Had Gemma
really believed him, as impossible as it seemed?

What obscure wishes he had were answered when Gemma unleashed yet another
blow into Shampoo-kun's chest. He delighted at the expression of pain the
youth gave at the blow. "For some reason I find that difficult to believe.
And even if it were true, I would have dealt with him in time. But now
we'll never know since you killed him!"

The upraised fist Gemma had never connected with its intended target as a
pair of hands slammed into both sides of his head, directly over the ears.
The pressure change caused his eardrums to explode, stunning him for a
moment.

"I'll kill you!" Ranma-chan spun Gemma around, unleashing a savage attack.
She tried not to think as she reached up and drove her finger into Gemma's
eyes, then brought a fist into his throat, crushing his windpipe. She
concentrated on what the last Devil of Kimone was doing to Shampoo-kun. No
mercy. Ranma-chan knew she had to show no mercy. The animal didn't deserve
any. But when she caught sight of his injuries she paused for just a
moment, disgusted as she saw the ruin the Devil's face had become.

That opening was all Gemma needed as he blindly lashed out and struck
Ranma-chan in the side, driving her back and allowing him the moments he
needed to heal the wounds. "That's it," he said as he brought about a
series of attacks that left her nearly unconscious on the floor.

"As to what I am doing here." He paused a moment to look over his
handiwork. "It was nothing more than luck that I came across that Guide on
his way from the mountain. When I asked him what he was up to, he was kind
enough to explain the situation to me, with a little persuasion, anyway.
He was so informative I decided to let him live. And once I heard about
the curses, I knew it was you he was getting the cure for. So I took his
place and substituted ordinary water in the stead of the magical.
Surprising, wasn't it?"

It was time to finish things up. Once more he turned to Shampoo-kun and
picked him up, hurling the boy into a pile of shelves, which then
collapsed on top of Shampoo-kun's nearly unconscious form. Weakly, the
Amazon tried to move the shelves, but they wouldn't budge. Gemma allowed
the boy to see the grim smile that grew on the Devil's face.

Once again Gemma moved to Ranma-chan. He picked her up by the throat, just
as he had done in the mountain before. The smaller girl fought back
weakly, but Gemma shook the blows off with little effort. He looked to
Shampoo-kun's struggling form as the girl in his grasp continued to
struggle.

"Watch as the love of your life dies before your eyes while you lie there,
helpless. Know that in defeating me, you assured a painful death for you
and your loved ones. I'll hunt them down and kill them all one by one.
Thanks to you, I now have the time to do it!"

He could have broken Ranma-chan's neck with ease, but the death had to be
delivered slowly. Shampoo-kun had to be made to watch his lover die by
inches. Gemma had to show him the pain he felt at being denied his dreams
of conquest.

Ranma-chan struggled helplessly in Gemma's grasp. Slowly the vice that was
Gemma's grip grew tighter, cutting off the flow of air into her lungs. It
was exactly like back in Mount Phoenix, only worse. She was out of
strength and too weak to mount any kind of offense. There was no leverage
to be had, no way of forcing Gemma to release his grip. Hopelessness began
to overwhelm her.

Inspiration flashed as it occurred to Ranma-chan that there might be a
chance. Her own chi was practically gone, but she had managed to draw chi
from the earth before. Perhaps it would work again. It was the only option
she could think of.

As she tried to remember what it was she had done before to gain that
power, spots began to dance before her eyes. Oxygen deprivation was
beginning to take its toll as her concentration began to falter. She was
uncertain of exactly what she was doing, but her senses seemed to shift as
she began to feel all of the chi around her. From the land itself was
nothing more than a dull glow, but from Gemma, that was an altogether
different case. He was bursting to the seams with chi, appearing almost
like a shining star to Ranma-chan's altered senses. It made sense,
considering Gemma could regenerate almost instantly from any wound. His
chi had to have been what 'fueled' the ability. But there was a sense of
unchecked fury to it. It ran wild and uncontrolled through his body.

There was hope then. If Ranma-chan could steal some from Gemma, she might
have a chance. There was one point on the Devil that was brighter than the
others. It was hard to tell if it was real or if it was one of the spots
coming from the lack of oxygen. She had precious few moments before there
would be no strength left to act. Then darkness would follow, a darkness
that would never end.

Concentrating was becoming impossible, so she focused her chi in such a
way that she believed it might somehow transfer some of Gemma's into her.
She focused the power on her right hand and brought it forward, trying
with what little strength remained to hit the spot in the middle of
Gemma's chest. The first blow struck home, yet nothing happened.
Instinctively Ranma-chan knew it had not been powerful enough, so she
tried harder, the palm thrust connecting on target. Still nothing
happened.

It was useless. Without any leverage she would never be able to hit with
enough force to affect Gemma. And as that last thought went through her
mind, the world went back.

A cry of pain cut through the darkness and oxygen flooded Ranma-chan's
lungs once more. Vision returned as she found herself slumped on her hands
and knees to the ground, gasping for more air. The cry had come from
Gemma, whose arms were clutching at something on his back.

The move left Gemma wide open for the attack. Ranma-chan summoned all of
her remaining strength, forcing the remaining chi she could spare to her
hand as she thrust forward, hoping to hit the spot and reenergize herself.

For the third time the blow hit the mark. She left her hand on Gemma's
chest, waiting for the flow of chi to go from the large man to her...

...and received a backfist to the face for her troubles, sending her
sprawling next to Shampoo-kun.

With a grunt of pain, Ranma-chan regained her feet, placing herself
between the still pinned Shampoo-kun and Gemma. There was nothing else she
could do now. She had no more strength left to even throw a punch. There
were no more options.

Gemma at last stopped writhing and removed the cause of his pain. It was a
long metal spike, the kind that was used to stake things to the ground,
that Shampoo-kun had thrown from his prone position. The move that had
served to release Ranma-chan from the Devil's grip now served only to add
fuel to the Devil's anger.

Gemma held the spike before him as he brought his hand up to the spot
Ranma-chan had struck. "Since you like to spear things so much, I think
I'll use this to pin you to the ground," Gemma threatened. "Then you can
watch as I break your girl's limbs one at a time. Won't that be ni-"

Gemma stopped abruptly as he began to scratch wildly at the spot
Ranma-chan had struck him. At first he had not realized he had been
itching at it, but now minor irritation had been replaced by a burning
sensation within the chest itself. It took Gemma a moment to realize what
the cause of the problem had originally been.

"YOU!!!" he shouted. "What did you do to me?!"

Ranma-chan was at a loss. What she had tried to do didn't work. So what
was Gemma complaining about?

Gemma took a step forward, pure rage smoldering in his eyes. "You will
undo it now. or I'l-" the rest of the threat was cut off as by a scream of
pure agony as blue fire suddenly erupted from Gemma's chest.

Ranma-chan and Shampoo-kun both looked on with a mix of revulsion and
fascination. The blue fire slowly increased in size, causing Gemma to howl
out even louder as he began flailing around, out of control.  Both of the
youths could see that the flames were increasing in size and spreading
outward, and that the hole that was starting to eat away at Gemma's chest
was not healing as had so many other injuries from the past had.

"What did you do to him?" Shampoo-kun asked, his eyes riveted to the
spectacle before him.

"I'm not sure," Ranma-chan said as she continued to stare at Gemma's mad
dance of suffering at the far side of the cabin. To her, it felt surreal,
as though she were watching the terrible scene through someone else's
eyes. "I hit him in a spot to draw off chi from him to me, but I was only
guessing at what I was doing. I think maybe I messed up. Maybe instead of
drawing it off, I reversed it and pushed it inside of him and somehow
fooled his body into thinking his chi was being drained off. Now he's
trying to replace stuff that-"

"Isn't going anywhere, which is overloading him, burning him out faster
than he can heal it," Shampoo-kun finished as he continued to watch the
scene. That explanation sounded right to him, even if it was only a guess.
And, in truth, what difference did it really make? Gemma was dying a well
deserved death, and that was all that mattered.

The duo noticed Gemma had grown quiet, somehow containing his screams even
as the fire ate away at his body. They could see tears of pain streaming
from his eyes as he scratched at his chest, burning his hands even as he
attempted to quench a fire that could not be put out. His hands fell away
from the rising chi fires and Gemma arched his body back in continued
agony. Through the flames there was now a hole clear through the Devil,
allowing both of the youths to see right through him. Despite the
sickening sight, both continued to watch on, transfixed. They, like Gemma,
knew it was over. His own powers, which had saved him on occasions too
numerous to mention, were now responsible for his death.

Gemma almost seemed to fly as he hurled his burning body into a pile of
firewood that was stacked next to the fireplace, opposite from where
Ranma-chan and Shampoo-kun were. Grunts of pain issued forth from Gemma as
he seemed to burrow through the pile, as though it would grant him some
form of relief. The duo watched on, wondering if Gemma had finally gone
mad from the pain, when a cry of triumph came from the Devil.

The couple witnessed the absolute madness in Gemma's eyes as he lifted two
small barrels, that he had dug out from their hiding place in the pile,
high above his head. "YOU MAY HAVE DEFEATED ME, BUT YOU'LL NEVER LOOK UPON
THIS DAY WITH ANYTHING OTHER THAN SORROW!!!"

Ranma-chan stared on in confusion, but Shampoo-kun understood immediately
what Gemma had meant. "Ranma! The barrels! They're-"

The rest was cut off be Gemma's shout of insane triumph. "I SWEAR UPON MY
DYING BREATH THAT YOU WILL BE CURSED FROM NOW UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE!!!"

With his curse delivered, he brought the barrels of Nynnaiichuan and
Nanniichuan together, splintering them into a thousand pieces and sending
their contents spilling to the ground. Immediately the waters trickled
through the floorboards and were absorbed into the earth below,
disappearing from sight forever.

Gemma fell over, crashing to the ground, motionless. His eyes stared off
into nothingness as the blue flames continued to consume his entire body
leaving nothing, not even ashes, behind.

The remaining couple stood in mute horror at the scene before them.
Neither spoke nor moved as they stared at the shattered remains of the
barrels. Long after the last of Gemma burned away they continued to gaze
at the scene of carnage.

How much time had passed, neither could say. It was Shampoo-kun who at
last broke the silence, asking Ranma-chan to help free him from the fallen
shelves. Ranma-chan shook her head once, finally snapping back to reality.

Once the shelves were removed, the shorter girl took a moment to examine
her companion more closely. There was little in the way of outward signs
of injury, in spite of the beating he had suffered. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. I don't think anything's broken. How about you?"

"Fine," Ranma-chan said distantly.

Shampoo-kun became concerned at the girl's behavior. That Ranma-chan was
disturbed by the loss of Nanniichuan was certain, but there seemed to be
something else underlying that as well. Instead of looking at where the
barrels had crashed, she was staring at where Gemma had been before being
disintegrated by the flames. The Amazon thought about it, and was sure he
figured out what it was. "You had to do it, Ranma."

Slowly the redhead nodded. "He was going to kill you. Kill us. He almost
did. There wasn't any other choice. He didn't leave me any other choice."

"And even with that, it still bothers you," Shampoo-kun said
sympathetically.

Ranma-chan got a strange look in her eyes. "Yeah, but not as much as I
thought it would. I mean, you know, killing someone. There have been times
when I thought about when it might happen, after all of the fights I've
been in you can't help but be afraid of a mistake. It almost happened a
couple of times." Including that occasion with Kodachi and the poison. He
had almost done it then. If she hadn't cured Shampoo, he might have gone
through with the threat. He wasn't sure then. "I kind of thought I'd be
more, I dunno, sad about doing it. But I'm not. I think maybe that scares
me more."

Shampoo-kun placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Great Grandmother
told me that so long as you are afraid of not caring, then you have
nothing to fear. When you lose that fear, then you have lost everything."

The black-haired boy stared at where Gemma had fallen. "He was insane,
hungered for power, nearly indestructible, and all of his rage was
directed against us. If you hadn't stopped him now, he would have come
after us later. If we sealed him away somewhere while he was still alive,
he would have broken out eventually; Happosai showed us how successfully
someone like Gemma could be contained. Even if it took a hundred years, he
would have eventually gotten out. We would have been doing nothing more
than giving the problem to someone else. He had to be stopped, Ranma.
Otherwise he would have killed many others, and those deaths would have
been our responsibility because we could have prevented them. Would you
want the deaths of others on your hands?"

"I don't want any deaths in my hands," Ranma-chan answered softly. "But
you're right. I had to do it. I just wish there had been some other way. I
just got to deal with it once it sinks in."

A hand found its way into hers. "I'll help you deal with it."

Ranma-chan looked into Shampoo-kun's eyes, an understanding finally taking
place within the girl. Until then she had always taken the point of view
she would be there for Shampoo when the Amazon needed help, but now she
realized it worked both ways. Ranma-chan really had someone that would be
there for her as well, no matter what. It was a comforting thought that
helped ease some of the pain.

She took a deep breath, looking over the hut one last time. No. There were
no other barrels lying around, not that she had believed there would be.
The Guide had said that there was only one barrel of each kind of spring
in storage.

"We need to get out of here," she said abruptly. There was now a need to
leave the place where she had killed someone, no matter the fact that
there had been no other choice. "We gotta tell the others what happened
here. About Gemma not coming back, and," he gave a pained expression
towards Shampoo-kun. "about how we ain't cured." That was probably some
kind of buffer against too much self-recrimination over his actions. Gemma
had ruined the cure, taking an opportunity to hurt Ranma-chan one last
time before the end.

Shampoo-kun nodded sadly, taking one last look around the hut as well.
There was no longer any reason to stay, and now some final decisions were
going to have to be made. He silently cursed Gemma for ruining everything.

"I'm never going to be able to go back to my people," Shampoo-kun said
softly.

Ranma-chan saw the pain in the Amazon's eyes. That cut through her own
pain. She hadn't really considered how not getting the cure would affect
Shampoo-kun. Something to cheer Shampoo-kun up occurred to her. "Yeah,
maybe, but you got me instead. I'd say that's a better than even trade."

Shampoo-kun shot a look towards Ranma-chan. She had been serious. He could
tell by the way her hands were interlocked behind her head and by the
satisfied look she had on her face. If that high handed statement had come
from anyone else, he would have thumped him in the head. But from
Ranma-chan...

"You're unbelievable."

Ranma-chan appeared confused by the statement. "Hey! I was serious! I'm a
great guy to hang around. You know that. I bet I can make you forget about
all that Amazon stuff. You know. After a while."

"I'm sure you can." Somehow she had managed to cheer Shampoo-kun up, at
least for a little while. The two set out to the ship once more.


It was almost three hours later that Ranma and Shampoo had arrived at the
ship to consider what had to be done, with Cologne. The two thought they
had come up with the only solution that would work under the
circumstances. It wasn't an easy decision, and many things could possibly
go wrong, but there seemed to be little choice in the matter.

Cologne listened to the full details of what had happened. All three of
them began to discuss the future, and what other options they might have
had. Further ideas were traded back and forth. Plans were thought of and
discarded. It was not until the later hours of the evening that one course
of action was settled upon. It was similar to the one Ranma and Shampoo
had though of, and not very satisfactory, but it was one that afforded
Shampoo the protection she needed.


As Ranma and Shampoo made their way into the room they now shared, trying
to get at least several hours of rest before confronting the others, they
stopped to fully reflect on what they were about to do.

"We don't have any other choice, do we?" Ranma asked, already knowing the
answer.

Shampoo hopped into bed, refraining from patting the vacant spot next to
her. For all of his seeming lack of interest at times, Ranma voiced no
apprehension about sleeping next to her. A step in the right direction, at
least. "No. None I can see."

He slipped in beside her without hesitation. "Well, then, I guess it's
settled."

"As much as it will be." She snuggled up next to him, pleased that he
neither tried to squirm away nor said a word about it.

"Too bad we ain't got more time."

"There's never enough time." She yawned, and felt the edges of sleep claim
her. At the moment between sleeping and wakefulness, she felt Ranma's arm
embrace her at last. He was right, but it went farther than what he meant.
There never was enough time.

And then she was asleep.


In the early morning, one by one, Shampoo and Ranma visited each of the
friends and companions that had traveled with them. There were several
exceptions. Cologne would deal with Perfume. There was no point in making
the matter potentially worse in visiting her, not with what was going to
happen. She needed as much culpable deniability as she could manage.
Kasumi would talk with Akane. Ranma avoided Mousse, leaving him to
Shampoo. Ranma spoke alone with his parents last. After that
confrontation, which left little resolved, he felt like speaking to no one
else.

Once they were through, everyone understood what had to be done and agreed
to the handful of requests concerning what others, specifically the
Joketsuzoku, might ask of Shampoo. A series of half-truths and evasions,
lies if it proved necessary, but all agreed to them. The motivations for
following were as diverse as the people that were asked the favor, though.
Kodachi agreed only because she knew if anything happened to Shampoo,
Mousse would be devastated (and Kodachi knew she had at last won him. The
wicked harriden could never break them apart now. OHHOHOHOHO!!!) It wasn't
likely the crew would say anything to anyone, especially since the plan
was to leave that very day. (But, as Aki pointed out, how often did things
ever work the way they had planned? At least if the ship got lost this
time it wouldn't be her fault, not that it ever was.) Kunou was lost in
deep contemplation, barely paying attention to the request. But in the end
the result was the same: Agreement from all.

While Shampoo was in the shower, Ranma did take the time to go by Akane's
room one last time to think about all that had happened in the time he had
first met her. Too many mistakes. Far too many. Maybe in time things would
work out. Actually, he did have faith that they would; optimism was a
trait that had yet to be extinguished in his bosom. However, any
satisfying resolutions would still take a while. At least he was going to
get that time, so maybe their decision was for the best.

"Good-bye, Akane," he whispered under his breath, then went once again on
the path he had chosen.


Shampoo had already packed the handful of things they would be taking with
them, including winter clothing. The temperature had plunged another
twenty degrees overnight. Never had it been that cold in that part of the
country at that time of year. Cologne had confirmed that. Ranma also again
proclaimed, quite loudly, that it was not his fault.

"It's time to go."

Ranma nodded in agreement to Shampoo. Those were the words his father had
spoken many times in his life, and despite his misgivings about what they
were about to do, he felt a certain joy in him. It had been too long since
he had truly felt the road beneath his feet. Sometimes he wondered how
much more Ryouga had really traveled than himself. After all, Ranma had
been going from place to place, without staying in any one spot for any
real length of time, almost his entire life.

As they made their way, the couple found every step increasingly
difficult. Each one meant they were getting closer to a change each would
be making again, but it had to be done. There was no other way.

When they reached the deck they saw the handful of people waiting for
them: Cologne, Kasumi, Ryouga, Kyoko, Minami, and Aki.

"No Ukyou?" Shampoo asked Ranma.

"She didn't want to leave Ai's side. I told her it would be all right, so
we said our own good-byes there. She sends her regards to you too. I hope
Ai gets better, both for her sake and Ucchan's." Ranma scrunched his face
a bit. "Still seems kinda weird. I mean the idea that Ucchan's going to
have a, y'know, girlfriend."

Shampoo sniffed a little. "I got accused of that all the time at school.
At least everyone thought my girlfriend was cute." She then gave Ranma a
mischievous grin.

"Watch who you're calling a girl." His voice carried a serious tone, but
she could see the glint of impishness in his eyes.

Seriousness replaced humor. "Your parents aren't here either."

"They're being stubborn jerks. Both of them." Ranma's voice now carried a
hint of anger.  "Well, Pop more than Mom, but she's bein' stubborn too.
Maybe we're leaving just in time. It'll give them a chance to think things
through and let them see the obvious." His voice dropped a little. "I
hope." The discussion was going down paths he did not want to deal with at
the moment. He decided to change the subject. "Where's Mousse? I figured
nothing short of death would keep him from coming."

Shampoo shrugged. As much as it pained her to admit, she could not really
care about his absence. He had been there for far too many years and
caused too many problems, especially of late, in her life for her to ever
truly miss him. A sad and horrible truth. "He couldn't bring himself to
come. And I gathered from what he said, Kodachi is going to be staying
with him for a while."

"Ha!" Ranma found his humor returning. "Couldn't happen to a nicer pair."

Shampoo wondered how her people were going to deal with an off-the-wall
martial arts gymnast and her delightful Ranma-Eating Plants. Her gut
feeling was that, for Mousse's sake, he had better figure out a way to
make her at least an honorary Amazon before she got there. Otherwise
Kodachi would end up on the receiving end of a 'kiss of death' before the
end of her first day.

Shampoo's heart sank a little as she turned her attention to the people
that wanted to see them off.

Ryouga stepped forward to shake Ranma's hand. "So you're really leaving,
huh?"

"Yep," Ranma responded. "Maybe there's a cure for Shampoo and me out there
somewhere. Since she can't go home, and a lot of people aren't exactly too
pleased with some of the choices I've been making lately, it's probably
best we leave for a while."

"Who's going to keep me in shape by ruthlessly pounding my fists with his
face?" Ryouga asked.

"Last time I checked, you were always the one that was horizontal at the
end of our fights," Ranma shot back. "At least all of the times I didn't
bury you headfirst in the ground, that is."

"In a weird way, I am going to miss you, Ranma. You've been one of the
driving forces in my life. Try to find that cure soon. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't get all sentimental on me," Ranma warned. "I don't
think I could take that from you."

"I could hit you if it would make you feel better," Ryouga offered.

"I'll pass today," Ranma assured him. "Next time for sure."

It was Aki's turn, sort of. She looked sadly at the pair. Given that she
had lived the life of a sailor, she was used to leaving people she knew
behind all the time. Still, it never got easier. "You sure you can't go
back to her village? I mean, I had the lawyer we got chained in the brig
look their book of laws over. There's some sort of exceptional
circumstance thingy. Maybe you could use that since you took out the big
dragon."

"With all that's gone on before and how long she's had the curse, there
ain't no guarantee they'll go along with it!" Ranma suddenly came to life
as he snapped at Aki. "And if they don't that means they'll kill her! I
ain't going to let that happen! We'll find a cure!"


"And even if we don't, that just means I won't be able to go back home."
Shampoo beamed a smile at Ranma. "Someone showed me I can live with that,
now. It'll be sad, but I can think of lot's of worse things to live
without."

Ranma suddenly felt very awkward under Shampoo's gentle gaze. He still
needed some time to get used to certain things.

"Why do you have a lawyer chained up in your brig?" Kasumi asked Aki.

Aki just gave her a blank stare. "I just told you, it's a lawyer."

"A wise decision to isolate it," Cologne agreed, then turned back to the
two people that were going to leave soon. "As far as everyone back home is
going to know, Shampoo is dead. I myself will tell them I saw her form,
pulverized by rocks, and with no chance of survival. She was dead, I'm
sure of it."

Ranma involuntarily shuddered at that statement. There were other things
that were still going to haunt him for a while as well. A change of scene
was probably going to do him more good than he had originally thought.

Cologne continued. "None of our people have seen Shampoo alive since the
mountain exploded. In fact, the others saw me return without you. That
will help in the...half truths we will tell. Even Perfume has not seen you
since your return. And if you should happen to find a cure, you can return
and Ranma can tell them of his actions on top of the mountain. Technically
all I will say is true to the letter, if not in the spirit. No one should
refute me." It had been fortunate that circumstances allowed her to
effectively cover up what had happened, and that only Silk and Perfume
were aware of Shampoo's continued survival made things all the easier.

"Guess what?" Kasumi suddenly perked up. "I'm going to be staying in the
village for a while."

Everyone but Aki and Cologne looked at her in surprise. Shampoo was the
first one to speak. "Why?"

Kasumi just gave her perpetual smile. "You made your village sound so
interesting I thought I'd visit it for a while. I haven't ever really
taken a vacation in years, and certainly not on my own. Since I already
know your great grandmother and Perfume, I thought it would be nice. And
I'll get a chance to meet the rest of your family too. I think it'll be a
lot of fun."

"I'm more than happy to have the company," Cologne said and gave a wide
toothy grin. "And Kasumi is so pleasant to have around. Besides, it's the
least I can do for what aid she's rendered to Shampoo."

"Yeah, but what about everyone back home?" Ranma brought up. "I mean,
without you there to kind of help out, it might be a little rough for
them."

Kasumi looked somewhat wistful at that reminder. "Actually, Miss Silk is
going to be staying there for a while. A long while, I think. She said
she's not even going back to her home. She'll just have her things sent
over to Japan later. I think it's so wonderful that she and Father still
get along do well, even after all that time. I told her she could have my
room while I'm gone."

"I think there's someone else's bed she'd rather keep warm," Cologne
mumbled under her breath. Little doubt Silk would, too. The way she had
been skipping around was shameful for a woman of forty plus years. She was
behaving like a little girl, except for the raunchy suggestions she had
been making around Soun, nearly causing the man to pass out like Ryouga.
She had even moved D'Amour to tears when he made the mistake of asking for
some clarification on what she intended to do to her lover. She then moved
him into unconsciousness with her staff when he implied he would have a
much better performance than Soun and tried to demonstrate said skills.

"She seemed very happy to help out," Kasumi continued. "And as for my
family, well, I'll miss them very much, but it's not like I'll be in China
forever. It'll be just for a while."

To Shampoo, it appeared that Kasumi's smile was just a tad forced.
Certainly the purple-haired Amazon paid closer attention to her than
others, and would notice something like that first. But Shampoo also knew
that she worried too much at times, and that with everything that had gone
on and was about to happen, she could have been mistaken. "You have a good
time. Great grandmother will take good care of you. Watch out for my
mother though. Sometimes she's very... emotional."

"Not like that doesn't run in the family," Ranma muttered under his
breath.

Shampoo let it slide for the moment. Now was a time for farewells, not
angry words exchanged for something Ranma didn't really mean. He just
didn't think before opening his mouth.

Besides, she would have plenty of time to get payback later. It wasn't
like there was anywhere for Ranma to run anymore.

"She'll be fine, Shampoo. I'll let everyone know she's under my
protection." Cologne reassured her.

"Hey, old ghoul." Ranma cleared his throat. "Since you said you and Mr.
Tendo were going to take care of the old lech's funeral, I gotta give you
these anddon'tshowthemtoanyone!" He stuffed two photos into the diminutive
woman's hands.

Cologne examined the two pictures. They were of Ranma, in his girl form,
and Shampoo, both in lingerie. She looked at him in surprise.

"He did save us all, and it was part of the deal." Both he and Shampoo's
expressions showed living up to their end of the bargain was about as
pleasant as trying to cure a headache with a mallet to the head.

"That he did," Cologne agreed. Happosai would have a good funeral. He
deserved at least that for what he had done at the end. And as for Tarou,
since there was nowhere else for him, Akane had requested that a funeral
be held in Japan and that he be 'buried' alongside the Tendo family plot.
Since he had essentially died trying to protect Akane, not a voice was
raised in disagreement. True, there were no longer any remains to bury,
thanks to the mountain being destroyed, but they could at least have a
symbolic funeral.

Everyone remained silent then, just staring at one another for several
minutes. Of all the people, Ryouga was the first to speak up. "It feels
like the end of something, doesn't it?"

As one the group nodded their heads.

"A breaking of a circle," Minami quietly admitted.

Cologne raised an eyebrow at that. "An unusual saying, child."

Minami just shrugged. "When you travel in the magical paths like I do, you
hear lots of things. But it seemed appropriate. Besides, the breaking of a
circle isn't so bad. It usually means all of the different parts find
themselves cast into other circles." Minami realized how that sounded.
"Look, it's just a saying. Don't look at me like I'm some kind of
philosopher or something. It was the first thing that came to mind."

"I think it's kind of right," Ranma suddenly said. "Even if we were to
come back next week, I don't think it would ever be the same."

"It is sad," Kasumi said, now with a melancholy in her own voice.

"There are no ending or beginnings, just a continuation of a single steady
stream of time. The old ways of our past are abandoned to allow the new
ones of our present to take over. In time, those self same new ways become
old, and the process repeats itself again. What happens here happens to
all everywhere. We all need to change in order to risk bettering
ourselves. It is both a blessing and a curse."

Kyoko noticed that everyone was now looking wide-eyed at her.

"I'm sorry," she said meekly as her face turned beet red. "That was a
stupid thing for me to say. I'll shut up now."

Ryouga placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from leaving. "Actually,
it sounded pretty good. I think." He turned to see everyone nodded in
agreement, even Aki.

"I guess we can't wait any longer. We should get going before that Hunt
Pack comes back and makes all of this kind of unnecessary." Ranma
shouldered his pack to emphasis his words.

Shampoo followed suit as once more both shook hands and gave their
good-byes to all that had come to say farewell.

"We promise to stay in touch," Shampoo pledged as she took the gangplank
down to the shore. Ranma quickly followed suit. And it was absolutely not
because he thought he might cry. He didn't do things like that just
because he was saying farewell. He didn't even really get along with
everyone that was there. Not everyone.

"There they go, riding off into the sunset," Aki commented with the
slightest hint of sadness in her voice.

"The sun's not setting. It's still early morning."

"Thanks for clearing that up, vacuum brain," Aki said to Kyoko in the same
tone she had just used in describing Ranma and Shampoo's departure.

No argument erupted between the two; each was too sad over the farewells.
Everyone watched the couple begin their journey in the direction opposite
of Joketsuzoku, all feeling varying degrees of depression at their
departure. It was as Ranma had said; everything had changed. They could
all feel it, and everyone wondered what tomorrow would bring.

It was as the group began to head back into the ship, that the words
drifted to them, unbidden.

"Ranma, when do you think we can get married?"

"MARRIED!!! Who said anything about getting married?!"

"You said you loved me."

"Uh...yeah, I did. And I do. But love and marriage are two different
things. And I never said nothing about no marriage!"

"After what happened on top of that mountain, I consider that a proposal."

"WHAT?!!! Where do you get off putting words in my mouth?! I save your
life...I mean I beat Death for you and you take it as some kind of
lifelong commitment! That's so..."

"Rational?"

"I was gonna say, 'That's so like a woman'!"

"Of course. You make it sound like that's some kind of an insult."

"Only an Amazon would take that as a compliment. And I ain't said nothing
about no marriage, therefore we ain't getting married...for now. I
mean...maybe someday. Probably. I think. I guess. I don't know. But I do
know we ain't getting married now."

*WHAP*

"HEY!!! You dumb Amazon! Why'd you hit me?!"

"We fight now."

"I ain't fighting you!"

*WHAP*

"Why'd you hit me again?!"

"We fight now!"

"I told ya once, I ain't fighting-"

*WHAP*

"Why the heck do you keep hitting me?! I mean, they don't even hurt and
you aren't putting any force into them. It's almost like... HEY!!! You're
trying to goad me into fighting you so I can beat you and you can say
we're married by them dumb Amazon laws!"

"They're perfectly good laws and that's not what I'm trying to do. I just
want to show you how slow you really are!"

"Slow, am I? Well if I'm so slow, why is it I'm going to stay out of your
reach until we're out of Amazon lands? You'll never marry me then!"

"Are you saying that if I catch you before we're out of Amazon lands
you'll marry me?"

"Yeah! Right! Like you can catch mYAH! HEY!!! When did you get so fast?!"

"You'd be amazed at how fast I can get when I'm properly motivated. Now
stand still and I promise you won't be sorry!"

"Ha! Ranma Saotome will never be caught by some violent Amazon chick!"

"Ohhh! Just for that I'm going to write those words on our wedding cake!"

"Now if that's not a case of puttin' the horse before the cart, I don't
know what is! WHOOPS!!! Close but no cigar! Looks like you're going to end
up an Amazon old maid!"

"That's what you think!"

"Nyah! Nyah! Catch me if you can!"

"Silly Ranma! No matter how far you run, I'll catch you in the end!"

"We'll see about that!"


It wasn't until the couple was out of earshot that the collective
sweatdrops disappeared from behind the group's heads.

Aki looked to the others. "Who wants to bet she catches him?"

Ryouga just shook his head. "Ranma won't let himself be caught until he's
good and ready."

Cologne nodded in agreement. "Shampoo knows that and will wait, though I'd
wager she'll make Ranma ready for it sooner than he thinks."

"I'll agree with you there," Minami said. "Ranma underestimates anything
that isn't him. And they still got a ways to go, not that I have the
slightest doubt they'll end up together, not after what they've been
through. I'd say a year, minimum."

Kyoko gave it some thought as well. "Two years. Ranma likes to drag his
feet and getting him to make a commitment is like trying to keep
Ryouga-kun from passing out when you neck with him. You'd be better off
trying to get blood from a rock."

"Especially since I've got a spell for that," Minami added. "And you're
right, I think they get a perverse enjoyment out of chasing one another.
Two years, minimum."

"So everyone agrees that they'll get married in two years?" Kasumi asked,
already mentally tallying what she would need to prepare for the occasion.

"That's how long it'll take for the engagement to become official. Not
that they aren't all but engaged already," Ryouga commented pensively.
"Tack on six months after that."

"Make sure you invite me," Aki added. "That means send the invitation at
least eight months in advance if you want any chance for me to make it."

"Right," Kasumi said, writing down everything on a piece of paper. There
were so many preparations to make. At least she had plenty of time.

Kyoko jumped up and down to get everyone's attention. "How long do people
think it'll take Ryouga-kun to propose to me?"

*THUD*

"Till Hell freezes over," Aki said dryly as she observed her cousin's
unconscious form.

"I'll get you a copy of the 'Almanac of Tartarus' to see when the
temperatures get that low," Minami offered as Kyoko began dragging
Ryouga's unconscious form behind her. Idle talk began about who else would
get married to whom and when.


And somewhere in the countryside, a young Japanese man was still being
happily pursued by a young Chinese girl.


Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx



Well, that's the main story, but fear not, there are still several
epilogues left to help wrap things up (how many remains to be seen. Three?
Four? Another forty? Would you like to make the call? ^_^).


Additional note: Ranma's little phrase about 'puttin' horses before carts'
isn't a typo, in spite of the way it sounds. Congratulations if you can
figure out the word play there. (And thanks to Bloodblade for making my
mistake into something useful. Heh. Got to give credit where credit is due.)

And of course, special thanks to that great prereading crew, who made this
fic all the more readable and enjoyable:

Ryan Anderson
Bloodblade
Jim Bader
Jurai-Knight
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Gary Kleppe
Miashara
Wade Tritschler

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