The Amazon and the Moneylender (part 3 of 13)

a Ranma 1/2 fanfiction by Thrythlind

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"By the time we get home," Ukyou said resignedly. "I'll be walking again." She 
yawned as the terrain crawled past. They were still somewhere in Texas, at least 
Ukyou hoped they were. The comment had not been merely idle sarcasm. It had been 
a week since Ryouga had wheeled her out of Dr. Tofu's.

"Ukyou, I've been thinking," Ryouga said. "You could use a chi-attack of some 
kind."

"Are you saying I'm a weak martial artist?" Ukyou hefted her spatula and 
narrowed her eyes.

"Huh?" It was the wrong response.

*CLANG*

"OWW!" Ryouga shouted. "What did you hit me for?!"

"You said I was a weak martial artist!! Baka!!!"

"All I said was that you haven't developed a new attack since I've known you!!" 
Ryouga shouted, rubbing his head. "Even Ranma can admit he needs to train once 
in a while!!"

"Hey! I've been helping you win Akane's love," Ukyou protested. "I haven't had 
much time for training."

"Well we have plenty of time now," Ryouga told her. Ukyou didn't really like the 
sound of that.

"And how do you propose that I do that for the remaining week I'm stuck in this 
wheelchair."

"That's why I was thinking chi channeling."

"But all the chi channeling we know of requires some extreme emotion or 
another," Ukyou noted.

"Control-freak, maybe?" Ryouga mumbled quietly in Russian.

"What did you say?" Ukyou asked curiously.

"I said 'How about your devotion to perfection?'"

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"Akane Tendo I have come to..." Kodachi's loud declaration was cut off as 
something struck her lightly in the side. She glared to the bushes at her left 
and then straightened up.

"Kodachi!!" Akane said. She set down her bag and entered stance. "Okay come on 
then!! We owe your family a few lumps anyway."

"Careful, Akane," Ranma warned her unnecessarily.

"Miss Tendo," Kodachi said tightly, glancing off to the left with narrowed eyes. 
"I want to apologize for my earlier behavior. I have been a pest to you and 
Ranma-Darling, and wish to make amends."

Akane blinked.

Ranma blinked.

"And how would you do that?" Akane asked in suspicious disbelief. "I suppose 
you'll cook up some amnesia drug to feed me."

"Hmm. Oww!" Kodachi rubbed her side again and looked down at the rubber band.

"Shampoo already tried that," Ranma noted.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Akane said, completely missing the irony of the statement.

"Really, Miss Tendo, surely we can compete in a more mature manner," Kodachi 
breathed in deeply. "...than...silly...chemical concoctions. I'm confident that 
my darling Ranma will eventually realize that I am the logical choice without 
resorting to such childish deeds." She glanced to the bushes and growled softly. 
"Satisfied?"

"Don't talk to me you idiot!" the whispered response came. Ranma and Akane 
glanced at each other and sighed.

"Ryouga and Ukyou are much better at this," Ranma told Kodachi.

"What ever could you mean, Ranma-Darling?" Kodachi asked sweetly.

"Later Mousse," Akane waved at the bushes and turned around to leave. 
"Nice...not fighting you...Kodachi."

"Yeah, this has definitely been the least frustrating encounter I've had with 
you," Ranma agreed as he followed Akane away.

"Well, that didn't work," Kodachi declared angrily.

"Hmhmhmhmhmhmhm," Mousse chuckled evilly to himself. "It worked better than it 
would seem, Saotome did not respond to you with disgust this time."

*THWACK*

Mousse fell backwards with the imprint of a gymnastic club on his face.

"Did you just call me disgusting?!"

"Ugh, when did Shampoo get here?" Mousse groaned.

*THWACK*

"We'll get to your problems later!! They dismissed me!"

"Uggh...."

"WAKE-UP!!!" Kodachi tried to slap the dazed martial artist awake and Mousse 
grabbed at the hand as he came to.

"What happened?" he asked, and then caught a glance of Kodachi's hands. 
"Kodachi, you don't have any lines on your palm."

"A training accident!!" She pulled her hand away. "Not that it is any business 
of yours."
"And what training strips the lines off your palm?" he asked. He caught a shadow 
of revulsion and shame in her eyes.

"I can't remember the exact exercise," Kodachi snapped.

"And why do you always wear clothes that cover up most off your body? I've never 
seen you in short sleeves or skirts, and you always wear your leotard 
underneath."

"And wear such peasant fashions? Really."

"There is something odd here."

"Oh, what does that matter," Kodachi said trying to dismiss his suspicions, then 
she smiled evilly. "Now it is my turn to play set-up." Mousse swallowed hard.
 
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"Hey, isn't that Ukyou?" Sayuri asked out of the blue. Yuka looked over as she 
tried to draw the remains of her soda through the star.

"It looks like it," Yuka agreed. At the next table, Hiroshi and Daisuke also 
turned their attention to the returned chef. The seeming Ukyou turned around a 
corner and vanished in the crowd.

"I thought she was out with Ryouga," Hiroshi said. "That was supposed to be the 
longest date ever."

"Yeah, lost that bet, apparently," Daisuke commented. Yuka and Sayuri glared at 
the boys.

"I wonder where Ryouga got to," Sayuri pondered that while Yuka walked to a pay 
phone.
 
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"She was walking? You're certain it was her?" Nabiki asked Yuka on the other 
end.

"Big spatula, chef's outfit, who else could it be?"

"Hmmm, that is somewhat odd," Nabiki leaned back against the wall and brought 
her hand to her chin. "Check by Ucchan's if you can, and listen for any reports 
of heavy property damage in case Ryouga is around as well."

"What's up chief?" Yuka asked.

"I don't know yet, but something strange is going on."

"Gotcha, later chief," Yuka hung up and Nabiki snapped her portable phone 
closed. Nabiki had seen the injuries Ukyou had sustained. Even Ranma would have 
still been out of commission at this point. This did not add up to anything that 
made sense.

Nabiki looked up as Ranma and Akane walked into the door.

"You'd never guess what just happened to us," Ranma said in amusement.

"Have you two seen Ukyou or Ryouga recently?" Nabiki asked

"Well a post card came in the mail today," Akane said. "They're somewhere in 
Texas." Nabiki sprung away from the wall, no longer merely suspicious.

"Hey I didn't see that," Ranma noted.

"Do you know when it was sent," Nabiki asked seriously.

"Why?" Akane looked at her curiously as she walked to the desk in the entrance 
hall.

"What's up Nabiki?" Ranma demanded. Akane dug the postcard out of the desk and 
looked at it. It was one of those custom jobs made from a photo scanned into a 
computer. It showed Ukyou in her wheel chair her cast carpeted in signatures. 
Behind them was giant stadium of some sort. Ukyou was garbed in a variety of 
souvenir clothing and waving cheerfully with the hand that wasn't in a sling. 
Ryouga was standing behind her standing in the middle of a small pile of bags 
looking rather embarrassed. There was a ball-cap with pig-ears on his head.

Nabiki and Ranma took a quick look at the post card and burst out in near 
hysterical laughter. Akane looked at them in confusion.

"What's so funny," Akane asked, looking back at the postcard curiously.

"Inside joke Akane," Nabiki said as she examined the card a little closely. She 
pointed to the marquis. "Hmm, this game was just a couple of days ago."

"So if this is Ukyou," Akane said, glaring at the still hysterical Ranma. "Who's 
downtown?"

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Shampoo checked the clock again and yawned. She would have expected Mousse to 
have shown up by now. Especially since Nabiki had told her a little of the plan 
to get them out of her life. As usual, Shampoo thought that Nabiki's plan was 
slightly risky. She had been watching everything placed before her with a 
paranoia that rivaled that of an American in the same room as an IRS agent.

"Who know what nasty drug crazy-girl use on me," Shampoo muttered.

"What is wrong Shampoo?" Cologne asked with a mixture of suspicion and concern.

"Crazy-girl and Mousse team up," Shampoo explained.

"And who gave them that idea?" the withered old crone asked.

"Nabiki," Shampoo said idly. "Plan matchmake them out of Shampoo life."

"Kodachi Kuno and Mousse?" Cologne thought for a moment. "They have similar 
styles of fighting at least. All those tricks up their sleeves. Still, I do not 
want you seeing that Tendo girl anymore."

"Why you say that?" Shampoo asked. "She do good work."

"There is something going on here that is..." Cologne paused and looked out the 
door. "...odd." Kodachi walked into the restaurant.

"Oh my, how quaint," she laughed quietly. "This really a very charming 
establishment that you are running here. I can somewhat see what 
Ranma-Da....Ranma thought made this place worth coming to."

"Go away crazy-girl," Shampoo snapped. "Kuno no welcome here."

"Oh please," Kodachi half-laughed. "I don't approve of my brother's actions 
either. He has brought shame to family name."

"What do you want, Miss Kuno," Cologne asked in that polite sarcasm she used so 
often. "Actually I was looking for Mousse. I think some of our purchases at 
the...convention may have been switched. I do so dislike wearing such impairing 
clothing."

"No see Mousse for twenty minutes," Shampoo said without inflection.

"What?!" Kodachi shouted. "He's not here!? And after..." Kodachi glanced at 
Ukyou and Cologne and continued at a much more sedate pace of speech. "I 
mean....I need those bags for an upcoming gymnastics tournament."

"The boy took out a delivery," Cologne said. "He should be back within an hour."

"Oh, I see," Kodachi saunded annoyed. "Then perhaps I'll have the Ramen 
special."

"Stay away from kitchen," Shampoo ordered her.

"Really, Shampoo. As I just explained to Akane, I've moved beyond such silly 
artificial methods." Despite this the gymnast did sit down in the middle of the 
room.

"Whatever."

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Mousse had only been here once or twice before, he had briefly considered 
partnering with Kuno to get rid of Ranma. Fortunately he decided that would 
probably be more difficult than it was worth and instead joined with Ryouga. 
Because of those early excursions to investigate the Kunos, he had a fair idea 
of where he needed to look. 

The young man was surprisingly stealthy for one almost totally blind. The master 
of dark magic even managed to avoid the questionably observant Sasuke. He knew 
from experience that Kodachi's part of the house was even more heavily booby 
trapped than all the rest of the place. Fortunately he wasn't going to Kodachi's 
residential area.

The chambers that formerly belonged to Tatewaki Kuno were sparsely furnished. 
Everything that was there maintained a traditional style that would have fit 
into a Kurosawa film. On the surface it seemed the Kuno was not a man for modern 
enhancements. Mousse knew differently, however, it took very little searching to 
find the catch again. Then suddenly Kuno's collection of samurai flicks and 
training documentation videos.

The big screen TV conflicted almost blasphemously with the surrounding decor. It 
wasn't so much the presence of the video equipment among the traditional 
decorations, as it was that the item was hidden. There was an innate hypocrisy 
that lay about the room and engendered a level of disgust in everybody who came 
into it.

Mousse scanned the titles, squinting and leaning in close to make out the words. 
He didn't know quite what he was looking for, but he felt it would jump out at 
him. It didn't take him long to find a series of tapes that apparently 
catalogued Kodachi's training. The tapes seemed to extend over a period of three 
years, ending shortly before Ranma arrived in Nerima.

Looking at them closely he found time gaps of varying lengths in record. These 
gaps ranged from one week to a full month. Playing a hunch he picked one of the 
tapes that recorded the time immediately before one of those gaps. He checked 
the date and calculated that Kodachi would have been about thirteen at the time. 
Turning on the television and muting the volume, he placed the tape in the 
attached VCR.

As the video played out his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ancestors," he gasped in shock. He stopped the tape, rewound it and snatched a 
few more of the tapes for the few seconds it was rewinding. Stuffing these up 
his sleeves into hidden pockets somewhere he immediately set about to leave the 
Kuno estate. 

It wasn't long after he had left that Sasuke entered Tatewaki's chamber. The 
ninja immediately noticed that the television was on. He didn't know who had 
been there, but he had a number of suspicions. 

He had been hiding information about Kuno from his clan superiors for a while 
now. Perhaps they had discovered Sasuke's plan to free his Master. He thought 
the better of that though, if they had discovered him, then he would have 
already learned about it. He wouldn't be nearly so active either.

"But what were they doing here?" Sasuke wondered.
 
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"Mousse wander again," Shampoo noted angrily. "He stand you up."

"Stand me..." Kodachi started. "OO-hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! What 
interest would I have in such a spineless little man? How would I expect that 
fool to protect me." The thoughts running through her mind were something like 
this. "I am going to kill him! As soon as I find him, I am going to kill him!! 
Snap me with rubber bands like he was dealing with a child while he disappears 
for his humiliation!!"

"Don't ask Shampoo what Shampoo don't understand."

"I didn't know that you understood anything," Kodachi said with her usual mock 
cheerfulness. Shampoo glared at her.

"Well, would you mind telling your visually challenged friend that I want my 
things as soon as possible?" Kodachi asked formally. "I have other errands I 
need to run." In her head the word "kill" was being repeated over and over again 
with variations, such as "stone dead," interspersed liberally.

"Yeah, yeah," Shampoo dismissed her with a wave.

"Don't worry about it girl," Cologne chuckled. "I'll be sure that he gets the 
message."
 
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Mousse didn't have much trouble deciding what to do with the tapes. He went 
directly to the Tendo dojo. Mousse reached there about the same time the 
occupants were realizing the existence of a second Ukyou.

"Mousse?" Akane said in surprise as she answered the knock on the door. "What 
are you doing here?" Then she and Ranma narrowed their eyes.

"Or is this part of your and Kodachi's plan?"

"Not now, Saotome," Mousse said in annoyance.

"Whoa, this must be serious," Ranma declared. "He actually recognized me."

"Kasumi," Mousse ignored Ranma. "I was looking for your sister Nabiki."

"I am Nabiki, Kasumi is shopping," the middle Tendo said irritably. "We already 
have problems at the moment Mousse, what do you need?"

"I need you to see these tapes," Mousse said, producing the tapes he had 
pilfered from Kuno's room. Nabiki irritably took one and wondered into the 
living room.

"What are those?" Akane asked, Mousse handed one each to Ranma and Akane. 
"Kodachi's training tapes?" Nabiki popped one into the VCR and it instantly 
started playing.

"I can't do it!!" it was a much younger Kodachi on the film cradling her hands 
and cowering on the floor while her brother stood over her.

"You are allowing yourself to be distracted!" the voice was Kuno's. "Do it 
again!!! Now!!"

"But the bar is too hot!! It hurts!" Kodachi pleaded. The Kuno on the picture 
kicked his foot into his dear sister's face.

"Kamisama," Akane whispered. "What was there father doing during all of this?"

"Hawaii," Nabiki noted grimly.

"I said do it again!!" Kuno shouted. "Get up now and do it again." The young 
Kodachi struggled to her feet and walked to the end of a mat. She glanced at her 
brother and then at the red hot set of uneven bars she was about to run for.

"Kuno must read the same books as my old man," Ranma noted bitterly. They 
continued watching the tape, it was like passing an accident. You couldn't help 
but watch in morbid fascination, all the while thanking the heavens that it 
wasn't you.

"Master Kuno," Sasuke's voice came from off camera. "Perhaps you should find 
another way to train her."

"Silence, my good Sasuke," the samurai ordered, his tone was much more civil to 
the ninja than it had been to his sister. "This is the only way. Now!! Do it 
again!! And don't let go this time!"

Kodachi hesitated only a moment in anticipation of pain before launching herself 
at the uneven bars. She leaped up and grabbed the bars with a sharp cry of pain, 
making it through four changeovers before she released the bars and fell 
ungracefully to the ground.

"No!! It has to be perfect!!" Kuno shouted, kicking the already pained girl as 
she huddled against herself. "Under all circumstances, perf-" Nabiki stopped the 
tape and ejected it with a look of disgust.

"But we saw her use Kuno as a weapon against Ranma!" Akane protested.

"I'll bet she regained some confidence about the same time she started using 
paralyzation drugs," Nabiki noted.

"She didn't like getting rid of them," Mousse agreed. Then he gasped and stood 
up suddenly. "I uh, forgot, I'm supposed to be meeting.....someone."

"Really," Nabiki said, managing a little sarcasm despite her attitude. "I wonder 
who."

"Wait a minute, Kuno, that's what's going on!" Ranma shouted. Akane and Nabiki 
looked at him and then realized what he was talking about. Nabiki was mildly 
annoyed that he had thought of it first.

"The second Ukyou," both Tendos and Ranma said in unison.

"Somebody is going to drop Ukyou's charges against Kuno!"
 
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"So you see officer it was all just a big misunderstanding," Faux-Ukyou told the 
cop. "We were just sparring and some of my friends overreacted."

"And it took you a week to report this," the cop said, suspicious.

"I wasn't aware that he had been arrested until yesterday," Faux-Ukyou smiled. 
"I've been visiting family."

"Miss Kuonji," the cop said, resigned. "If you're afraid that he won't be 
convicted. This isn't the United States."

"Kuno is generally regarded as the weakest warrior in Nerima," Faux-Ukyou said 
sarcastically. "He's a jerk, but virtually all of us can beat him into a pulp 
when we want to."

"I see," the cop said. "Well I don't see where we have any choice then. Tatewaki 
Kuno is free to go."

"Good I wouldn't want him in there because of some over-concerned friends," the 
chef said. "Catch you later." The fake turned around and started to leave, an 
evil smile formed on the female lips.

It wasn't much later that a limping and still heavily bandaged Kuno shambled out 
of the police station. The swordsman wore an arrogant and triumphant smile as he 
took in the fresh air. He was a mile down the road when he saw what at first 
looked like Ukyou leaning against a wall down an Alley.

"Be you the true Ukyou or are you yet another vile minion of the sorcerer 
Hibiki?"

"I'm the guy that was hired to get you out of there," the fake Ukyou passed a 
large black handkerchief past herself and suddenly a skinny boy in a white 
t-shirt and pants with suspenders was standing there.

"Copycat Ken," Kuno said in arrogant recognition. "Who hired you?"

"Your ninja, obviously," Ken answered. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what 
the price was before we have a problem."

"And what was the price?" Kuno asked. "Surely you know that all my money has 
been taken away."

"Oh that's all right sammie," Ken smirked. "The price was another shot Ranma 
Saotome."

"You think that a pale imitation such as you can handle the sorcerer Saotome?" 
Kuno laughed. "Go ahead and try, he shall still be here for me to smite."

"That is all I wanted to hear," Ken smiled. "Later sammie-boy."

"Why is it you keep calling me sammie?" Kuno asked.

"Well, oh great samurai, figure it out for yourself, the boy started to leap 
upwards.

"Halt!!" Kuno commanded. "Perhaps you can help in another matter as well."

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"This isn't working Ryouga," Ukyou said despondently. "I just can't train while 
I'm stuck in this thing." She thumped the wheelchair angrily.

"Try to calm down Ukyou," Ryouga said, trying to be soothing.

"In a couple of weeks I'll be able to learn a few more tricks. Right now I just 
want to go home." She said it without yelling this time.

"Yeah me too," Ryouga agreed. "But it's not that easy to get back."

"Can you stop at the next phone we find?" Ukyou asked.

"Huh, sure," Ryouga said. He scanned about and saw a pay phone near one of the 
park's restrooms. "Why?" 

"How much money do we have left?" Ukyou asked as Ryouga wheeled her over to the 
phone. The lost-boy set down the various bags and slipped off his backpack. For 
once Ukyou watched as he dug through looking for some American currency. After 
the camping equipment was out the way Ryouga started producing small bundles of 
colored paper.

"I can't find any dollars in here," Ryouga muttered as he dropped an inch thick 
bundle of small plastic cards. Ukyou's eyes widened and she blinked as Ryouga 
continued to search. "I've never had to spend this much before."

"Uhm Ryouga, where do you get all this money?" Ukyou asked.

"One of my ancestors was in Italy and saved some guy's life, Megaci, Medachi,"
"Medici?" Ukyou asked dumbfounded. 

"Yeah that was it," Ryouga said. "Any way that guy gave my ancestor some money."
"That doesn't explain why you have so much money."

"Well, apparently we haven't used it all yet," Ryouga told her as he continued 
to look through his backpack.

"How long ago was this?" Ukyou blinked as Ryouga examined a large ring of 
silvery metal with what looked like Caesar's head on it.

"What country is this?" Ryouga asked himself, then he turned to answer Ukyou's 
question. As he did so he tossed the coin over to his shoulder eliciting a near 
heart attack from Ukyou. "Oh it was about eleven hundred years ago."

"And you haven't used it up yet!"

"I remember hearing something like 'most Hibiki lifetime expenditures being less 
than half quarterly accumulated interest' or something like that." Ryouga 
shrugged and continued his search

"Uh," Ukyou nodded blankly.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any more American currency," Ryouga told her. "Well, 
except this old coin." Ryouga held up a small piece of metal with a picture of a 
buffalo on it. He tossed it in the same direction as the other coin.
"Never mind Ryouga, I think we can cover it."

"Cover what?"

"We're going to call a taxi, sugar." Ryouga blinked.

"Never thought of that," he said.

"Oh, and Ryouga," Ukyou said sweetly.

"What?" Ryouga asked suspiciously.

"Go back and pick up those coins you threw away," Ukyou blinked cutely. 

"Please..."

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"Where Mousse go two hour!!" Shampoo snapped as Mousse entered the Cat Cafe.

"I was delayed," Mousse protested angrily. "Something important came up."

"We had a rush while you were out boy," Cologne told him. "What was so important 
that you had to leave us in the lurch?"

"Uh, did Kodachi come by?" he asked looking about the cafe.

"Crazy-girl here then gone," Shampoo answered as she carried an order to a 
customer.

"She was here, then?" Mousse asked. He thought something much different, "She's 
going to kill me."

"The girl left fairly upset," Cologne told him. "Perhaps you should bring her 
the items she purchased at the convention. She seemed quite eager to have them." 
Mousse nodded nervously and started to turn back out the door.

"Go bother crazy-girl," Shampoo told him irritably. The leaving Mousse turned a 
moment to address he.

"Don't judge so quickly," he insisted before leaving.
 
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"Hello, dear sister." Kodachi's blood chilled at the sound of that voice. She 
stopped and turned to look down the hall at her brother, standing there with his 
bokken. She had a single packet of paralyzation powder.

"Why, brother-dear," she answered firmly and coldly. "How, pray tell, did you 
get out of jail?" She thought back to Sasuke and his "errands."

"The unjust-charges laid against me by my enemies were dropped," he answered, 
smiling. "I was hoping that you had something to do with that."

"We had our last agreement in my match against that brazen redhead you are so 
fond of," Kodachi reminded him, backing a step off. Kodachi was not really up to 
Ukyou's level of skill, but she had much more experience with her brother. 
Tatewaki was not going to catch her by surprise.

"That is unfortunate," Kuno said, bringing his bokken down from his shoulder. 
"Perhaps I should not have let you end our training so quickly."

"You don't scare me anymore, brother-dear," Kodachi asserted, knowing that it 
was a lie as she said it.

"We'll see about that," Kuno said grimly. He charged forward into a cloud of 
powder, immediately his muscles seized up and he toppled over, unable to move. 
His muscles didn't even let up for gravity, he merely lay on his side looking 
like a toppled statue.

"Well, brother-dear," Kodachi said smugly. She then started kicking the 
motionless samurai. With each word she kicked him again. "It. Seems. That. You. 
Have. Not. Quite. Achieved. Per. Fec. Tion." The powder didn't let the samurai 
make anything more than minimal facial gestures, but it was obvious he was 
feeling the kicks.

"OO-hahahahahahahahahahha," Kodachi asked, then she set her foot back in 
preparation for a stronger kick. "You didn't really think I'd let you fight me? 
Did youuu...." something snared her foot as it left the ground and pulled back. 
Kodachi fell face first to the floor and had to shake her head clear.

"Ah ah ah," she heard Sasuke admonishing her. "You should know your place better 
than that Mistress Kodachi."

"ERRRAAHHH!!" Kodachi shrieked angrily. "Unhand me you dwarf!!" She grabbed the 
string tied to her leg and jerked it, swinging the little man over her head and 
into a wall. Unfortunately, Sasuke had experienced this tactic before, facing 
Ranma. The little ninja let go of the rope and twisted about so that he could 
bounce off the wall and land lightly on his feet next to Kuno.

"Forgive me, Mistress Kodachi," Sasuke requested. "But you know that I must 
serve my master first."

"It does not surprise me in the least," Kodachi hissed, whipping the confiscated 
lasso out to snatch a chair from a room down the hall. The cramped area made it 
difficult to fully utilize the weapon as she was used to, and Sasuke easily 
avoided the attack. As the ninja rolled by the paralyzed Kuno a second powder 
cloud formed. Kodachi had a nasty suspicion that it was something to counteract 
her poison.

She saw Sasuke run into the wall and her brother starting to stretch. Then she 
was bolting down the hall toward her living area. Kodachi passed cautiously, 
knowing where all the booby traps were. Obviously this included her own 
additions as well. She could hold off the two of them a long time from her room 
and connecting gym.

She closed and locked her door behind her and turned around to look at the room. 
She took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief before the sound of clapping hands 
came to her attention.

"Very good, sister," it was her brother's voice again. "I didn't think you would 
make it here." The second Kuno charged forward, stiffly, but with great 
technical skill. Kodachi leaped over him easily and ran into the gym, snatching 
a ribbon as she did. It didn't take Kodachi but a moment to determine that her 
opponent was not fighting to full strength. This was really her brother.

"Come on then, brother-dear," Kodachi challenged, trying to sound confident. 
"Let's see who trains who this time."

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"Well, that girl packs quite a punch," Kuno-Ken said as he stretched out the 
final effects of the paralyzation powder.

"Yes, she is much more skilled than you would first think," Sasuke agreed. "Now 
we must hurry to help the master in fighting her."

"And what are you two doing here?" somebody shouted behind them. They turned to 
see an angry Mousse looking at them from the doorway.

"This is private property," Sasuke told him. "I would suggest you leave."

"Hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm," Mouse laughed evilly. "I don't know what you and Sanzenin 
are doing here, Tsubasa, but I know that you have no authority to be here."

"Well, well, if it isn't duck-boy," Kuno-Ken said, smiling and laughing a full 
Kuno laugh. "Come on then you pitiful stage magician, see if your silly tricks 
can match with the swiftness of the mighty Kuno's blade."

"Kuno!!" Mousse said surprised. "But you're in jail."

"That mistake has been corrected," Kuno-Ken declared. "Those fools knew that 
they could not rightfully hold the noble and righteous Kuno."

"It doesn't really matter," Mousse decided. "I can handle you myself this way."

"We shall see," Kuno-Ken launched forward with a series of da-da-da's which were 
interrupted by the sudden appearance of an entangling chain. Mousse pulled 
forward launching Kuno into a short flight. Surprisingly the swordsman used the 
momentum to his own advantage letting carry him into a spinning roundhouse that 
slammed Mousse into the wall.

Sliding the sword out of the now loose chain, Kuno-Ken slashed forward at the 
stunned Chinese fighter. Mousse barely rose a chain length to block the attack 
in time. Then he rolled out of the way of another spinning strike using the 
momentum of the reflected first strike. Sasuke tried to find someway to get into 
the fight, but couldn't get past Kuno-Ken in the narrow hallway.

Mousse produced a pair of bladed gloves from somewhere under his robes and 
slashed in from either side. Kuno-Ken blocked with his bokken catching between 
the claws. Mousse lifted up and threw the samurai through the wall. Then, 
suddenly, they were in the Kuno courtyard. Sasuke gleefully followed behind them 
and started manning the various levers hidden about the estate.

"Now we're in my element," Mousse declared brashly. He rose a chicken above his 
head and collected the eggs that it laid seemingly at his mental command. He 
leaped into the air and threw the eggs at Kuno. The swordsman was obscured in a 
cloud of fire and smoke. When it cleared Ryouga was standing there behind his 
umbrella.

"Well, I forgot to mention something," Ryouga-Ken said. "Everywhere is my 
element!" he shouted as he tossed bandanas in a swarm at the descending Mousse 
who responded with equally large swarm of knives. Then both were dodging a third 
swarm of booby trap propelled javelins.
 
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The ribbon wrapped around the bokken Kuno had raised before it. Kodachi whipped 
back, attempting to take the weapon out of her brother's hand. Of course Kuno 
didn't relinquish his grip on the weapon, and so he let himself be pulled 
forward along with the bokken. Kodachi didn't care, Tatewaki was her original 
target anyway. If he wanted to negate his block it was fine with her. A flip of 
her wrist and the ribbon released its hold on her brother's weapon.

"AAAAHHH!!!!" Kuno shouted as he flew through the air in an uncontrolled arc. He 
stood up deliberately soon after crashing into the wall. "You still think that 
you are a martial artist?" He laughed.

"You haven't gotten near me yet, brother-dear," Kodachi noted. "And you won't." 
She was not nearly as confident as she sounded, she knew about Ukyou. She also 
knew, despite anything she said, that Ukyou was better than she was. 

Kodachi's martial training had been worked into her gymnastics training 
underneath her brother's nose. That combined with her chemical experimentations 
had finally allowed her to force some breathing room away from him.

As Kuno charged in again, Kodachi flipped and tumbled away. This time she 
snapped a razor hoop off one of the racks and tossed it towards her brother. As 
the first flew towards its target she tossed a second and then was moving again. 
She whipped her ribbon up and caught one of the upper beams and swung herself up 
off the ground.

"Where's your powder, dear-sister?" Kuno asked as he dodged under the first hoop 
and slipped his blade into the center of the second. Whipping the bokken against 
the blunt inner edge of the hoop, he redirected the hoop's path through the 
extended ribbon. "Did you perchance waste it on that villain Saotome?" Kodachi 
landed relatively gracefully considering the severed ribbon, but still had to 
take a few extra steps to regain her balance.

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Sasuke slumped unconscious against a tree, while Mousse and Ken exchanged fire. 
Both the martial artists had gotten tired of dodging javelins, giant marbles, 
and other assorted booby trap weapons. This had produced a brief alliance 
involving each of them taking a shot at the unsuspecting ninja.

At the moment Ken was wearing Ranma's form and infuriating Mousse with a number 
of Ranmaesque insults. The mimic did not like the way that the battle was going. 
He was going to win, but it would be a long difficult match. He wanted to be 
fresh for Saotome, and already that would require a deal of rest. Suddenly he 
whipped the kerchief across his form and then Shampoo was standing in the fight.

"Mousse no hurt Shampoo?" Shampoo-Ken asked as she hurled a bonbori at the 
nearsighted martial artist. Mousse dodged aside, but didn't hesitate in moving 
forward with those claw gloves he seemed to have an endless supply of. Surprised 
by the reaction, Ken was unprepared.

"Nice try, Ken," Mousse commented slashing downward, and then sweeping the false 
Shampoo-Ken's feet out from under her. The mimic kippuped back to her feet and 
then leaped back from Mousse. The kerchief came out again and he was then 
fighting Happosai.

"Well, sonny boy, this is taking more effort than I thought it would." the 
troll-Ken said. "You can keep fighting me, or you can go back and stop Kuno from 
giving his sister a lesson in loyalty." Mousse hesitated, narrowed his eyes and 
turned toward the house.

"I'll see you again, Ken," he promised as he ran into the house.

"How I love the male insistence on saving the damsel in distress," Ken laughed. 
"Well cheerio folks, I have a Ranma to destroy." The troll-Ken bounced away 
cackling gleefully.

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A mini-club bounced off of Kuno's head, distracting him for a moment and opening 
the way for the last three clubs. The first clubs of Kodachi's volley had all 
been deflected or sliced before getting within three feet of the swordsman. 
Kodachi performed a double back flip away from her brother and grimly clutched 
her full-sized trick clubs.

"If you are going to fight, dear sister," Kuno said as he recovered from the 
hits. "You should perform up to the standards of the Kuno name. This has barely 
tested my abilities at all." He calmly strode forward slowly, standing straight.

"You haven't touched me yet," Kodachi insisted, taking a step back.

"Even Ukyou's copy managed to split my consciousness from my body for breath or 
two," Kuno swung in with his blade and connected with a spike-covered club. "All 
you have managed is a few lucky shots." He twisted his blade and the club was 
pulled from Kodachi's grip and embedded into the wall.

"I'm not scared of you," Kodachi hissed, attacking with her club. The bokken 
swished across lazily and disarmed Kodachi's last weapon. She punched outward 
and contacted with Kuno's face, but the untrained blow barely registered to the 
samurai-wannabe.

"You should be," he said, grabbing her by the throat and slammed her into the 
wall. She hung a foot of the ground, unable to breathe. "It is my right to be 
feared." Kodachi gagged as Kuno slowly crushed her throat, she tugged at his 
hand with her own and flailed ineffectually at the air below her.

Then Kodachi fell to the ground and sweet air rushed into her lungs, the 
sensation of breathing drowned at the sound of a piece of wood clattering to the 
ground as well. She looked up, expecting to see Kuno gloating over her. Instead 
she saw him unarmed and wrapped in chains, struggling to break free.

"That is not how one treats a lady," Mousse lectured sarcastically. "Much less a 
sister." He whipped the samurai backwards off his feet. Kuno flew towards the 
waiting Mousse he let the chains fall loosely to the ground as he whipped a 
large, porcelain duck into Kuno's face. The training potty struck with enough 
force to shatter the duck.

Mousse spun back into a roundhouse that met Kuno in mid flight after being hit 
by the duck. The Chinese martial artist let his foot push Kuno's head in a 
reverse arc until the samurai met the ground again and was sandwiched between 
hardwood and a human foot. 

Before Mousse could follow up with anything else, the gym was enveloped in a 
cloud of choking smoke. When it cleared Kuno was gone without a trace. Mousse 
scanned the room briefly before rushing to the weight table.

"Kodachi are you all right?"

"You saved my life,"" Kodachi said in disbelief. Mousse looked up from the 
weight table and turned towards where the voice had emanated from. He moved, 
more cautiously towards where he was pretty certain that Kodachi was sitting. 
The master of dark magic was starting to worry that the gymnast would now start 
to obsess over him as well.

"Well, I couldn't ju-*" Mousse was interrupted when Kodachi reached out kissed 
him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said simply, without flowery additions. For some reason this 
shy and reserved action sent Mousse's heart racing.

"I was glad to help," Mousse said and then looked at the still shaky Kodachi. 
"Not that I'd want you to get in trouble again."

"I don't want to stay here tonight," Kodachi said quietly. Mousse helped Kodachi 
to her feet and, deciding that she was still too shaky, picked her up and 
started carrying her. Kodachi leaned her head against his shoulder as they 
walked along, she felt safe.

Onwards to Part 4


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