Chapter 8


    "Ohohohohohohoho!!  Where are you, my little plaything?  We
 have so much to do tonight!"  Kodachi raced through the dark
 tunnels beneath the Kuno mansion, searching for her escaped
 "playmate".

    She cursed herself for not making sure the little slut was
 securely bound.  Despite her quickly disappearing grasp on
 reality, some instinct from the reptillian part of her mind
 warned her that if Nabiki Tendou escaped from her, the game
 would be up.  Although her money and influence had been enough
 to secure a coroner's finding of "death by misadventure",
 *without* an autopsy, she had no illusions about what would
 happen if a bedraggled Nabiki suddenly showed up at the police
 station, announcing what--and who--had really caused Tatewaki's
 untimely end.

    She turned a corner, and saw her intended victim, Nabiki
 Tendo, standing there.  Nabiki held a wooden bokken with an
 unsteady grip.  Kodachi seethed with rage.  {How dare the little
 hussy lay her unworthy paws on the rightful property of the
 House of Kunou?  I shall have to correct this travesty!}

    "So, I see you have failed to learn anything from our time
 together, Nabiki Tendo."

    Nabiki turned, still a little woozy from the gestalt she had
 established with Tatewaki.  Trying to buy some time to get her
 head together, she asked with an artfully weak voice, "Wh-what
 do y-you mean, Kodachi?"

    "I speak of the way you have compounded your earlier
 transgressions by taking up the very weapon of him whose death
 you caused.  Of course, if you had any respect for propiety, you
 would never have sank your greedy little claws into my darling
 Tatewaki in the first place."

    "I was under the impression that Tatewaki was his own man."

    The barb struck home.  "He was mine!  Mine to love, to
 hold... Why must you foul Tendo girls keep getting in the way?"

    Nabiki felt compassion steal into her heart.  After what she
 had learned, it was all too easy to understand this demented
 little girl.

    {Be strong, Nabiki.  I, too, was compassionate and
 understanding, and look at the results.}  Tatewaki's voice in
 her head bolstered her resolve.

    {Then I'll let her decide her fate.}  Nabiki allowed the
 point of her weapon to dip, feigning weakness.  Kodachi, seeing
 the opening, charged, razor-edged hoop poised to strike.

    Nabiki released control of her body to Tatewaki Kuno's
 spirit.  With astounding speed, the bokken came up to a combat
 position.

    Kodachi saw the stance her target had assumed, and recognized
 it, from long hours of watching Sasuke and Tatewaki spar.  She
 hesitated, and in that moment was lost.

    "Strike!"  The hoop went flying from her hands.  "Strike!" 
 An edged ribbon dropped from its holster.  With each cry,
 another weapon was dropped, or she was forced further away from
 those that had already fallen.  Taken off-guard, it was all
 Kodachi could do to keep the head shots from connecting.  Soon,
 the unceasing attacks pinned Kodachi against the dirt wall of
 the cellar, weaponless.

    Confused and frightened by this sudden reversal, Kodachi
 looked searchingly at her opponent, trying to understand how she
 had so rapidly lost control of the situation.  Then it came to
 her, in a moment of clarity that had become rare in her advanced
 dementia.

    "Tatewaki?  You?"

    "Yes, Sister," Tatewaki said with Nabiki's voice, "I am here.
 You and I have unfinished business.  But know this--No matter
 what you have done, no matter how this comes out, I shall still
 love you, always."

    Nabiki/Tatewaki stepped back, prepared to beat the girl into
 submission.  Kodachi simply stared, her eyes filled with regrets
 that few could have fathomed.  "Kill me, please, my brother. 
 Kill me now, while my head is still clear."

    Hesitation.  "I--I do not know if I can."

    "Then...DIE!!!"  Kodachi leapt for Nabiki's throat.  Reacting
 instinctvely, Tatewaki brought the weapon to point at her,
 hoping to force her to the side.  Instead, with a look of
 animalisitc fury, Kodachi grabbed the weapon and drove it, with
 the strength of the mad, into her own breast.

    Overcome by horror, pain and grief, Nabiki slumped down to
 the ground.  As she passed out, she saw a look of peace come
 over the mad girl's face.  {Funny, isn't it?  Maybe that's the
 only peace any of us will ever know...}

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    The scene was unchanged when Ranma and Ryouga, worn out from
 dodging all the death traps in the house, came running into the
 chamber.  Kodachi's lifeless form was surrounded by a pool of
 her own blood.  Nabiki, still clutching the bokken, lay across
 from her in a heap.

    "Oh man...."  Ranma moved to check on Nabiki, and recoiled
 when he saw the marks left by Kodachi's torture.  "She looks
 like she's been through Hell."

    "Looks like she was able to get her own back, though," Ryouga
 said, a touch of approval in his voice.

    "C'mon, let's get her out of here."

    "What about her?"  Ryouga pointed to Kodachi.

    "Nothin' we can do for her, anyway.  And we won't jostle
 Nabiki as much if we both carry her."

    Ryouga nodded, taking up Nabiki's ankles.

    As they passed through the tunnels, Ranma heard a faint moan
 coming from one of the side chambers.  He motioned for Ryouga to
 set Nabiki down, and opened the door.  It took him several
 seconds before his mind could encompass the horror now
 confronting him.

    "P-Principal Kunou?  Is that you?"  Indeed, the bloody,
 bruised form strapped to the wine racks was hardly recognizable
 as the hair-crazed school administrator.

    "Who dere?"  The man raised his head, trying to see through
 the crusted blood that came from the place where his eyebrows
 once were.

    "It's me, Sir.  Ranma Saotome.  We're gonna get you outta
 here."

    Ranma could not quite make out the Principal's reaction, but
 moved forward anyway.  "Ryouga, gimme a hand, would ya?  I can
 take Nabiki the rest of the way, if you can help him out."

    Ryouga moved as Ranma requested, and soon the grisly
 procession was underway--Ranma, with Nabiki cradled in his arms,
 followed by Ryouga supporting the Principal on one arm.  They
 made their way through the garden to the gate, the Senior Kuno
 able to direct them around the booby-traps.

    After they passed through the gate, Kuno turned to Ryouga. 
 "Where is my daughter?"

    Ryouga had trouble meeting the man's eyes.  "Sh-she's dead,
 Sir."

    The bloody head nodded.  "Shoulda known it would come to
 dis."

    Summoning his will, he stood away from Ryouga.  "You two
 better get goin'--Dat chil' needs attention."

    He stepped back through the gate.

    "Wait--Wh-where are you going?"

    The Principal stretched out a hand that was bereft of
 fingernails.  "Gotta finish it."

    He pressed a sigil on the ornate gate and gave a loud cry. 
 "Kuno Family Final Honor Restoration!"

    He gave Ryouga a sickly grin.  "You might wanna take a few
 steps back...."

    Ryouga stood, confused, until the first tremor caused him to
 backpedal.  As the two boys watched in horror, flames began to
 shoot out of various aperatures, casting a hellish light over
 the estate.

    More tremors followed, and Ranma realized that they were
 being caused by explosions, deep underground.  He suddenly
 understood what was going on.  "C'mon, Ryouga--We've gotta get
 clear!"

    Ryouga nodded his assent.  The two ran, seeking shelter
 across the street.  As they turned, they saw the elder Kunou,
 silhouetted against the flames, as he entered the blazing house,
 just before it collapsed in on itself.  Small explosions sent
 blazing debris flying into the night sky, and soon the two could
 hear sirens approaching.

    As the first emergency vehicles arrived, Ranma and Ryouga
 flagged down an ambulance, and accompanied Nabiki to the
 hospital, while they tried to explain what they could to an
 incredulous police officer.

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    Akane hated hospitals.  They reminded her too much of when
 her mother died.  She especially hated the waiting rooms.  The
 antiseptic smell, barely masking the stench of death and dying,
 made her want to retch.

    Of course, the personalities of those she was waiting with
 didn't make things any easier.

    Ranma was still refusing to speak with his father.  Genma had
 given up pleading for some kind of response, and now just sat,
 stone-faced, in one of the vinyl-covered seats.

    Her own father was not any better.  Akane had called home
 when the boys arrived with Nabiki.  They had rushed right over,
 and Soun had immediately started in with his usual hysterics,
 running around, weeping loud enough to wake the dead, and
 generally making a nuisance of himself.  Finally, in the
 interest of restoring some kind of order, one of the nurses had
 injected him with a sedative.  Now he slept fitfully on the
 battered sofa, tears running down his face even in his sleep.

    Ryouga had gone into the vending room next door three hours
 ago, and hadn't been seen since.

    Kasumi had announced that she should stay home, in
 case there was any further trouble at the dojo.  Akane had
 briefly wondered if Kasumi was just trying to avoid confronting
 the horror that was so anathema to her eldest sister's
 world-view, but she quickly suppressed the unkind train of
 thought.

    The doctors were fairly certain Nabiki would be okay,
 although they said it would be a while before she would be
 awake.  She had taken quite a beating, though, and would
 probably be on the mend for weeks, and it would be at least a
 week before she could leave.

    Ukyou was another matter entirely.  Mousse's chain-spike had
 actually hit the base of the spine, and the doctors had told
 Akane that there was a very real chance that the chef would
 never walk again.  The look on Ranma's face when she had told
 him had scared her--It was like a part of him had just...died.
 She had tried talking to him, but had given up after an hour of
 unresponsive grunts.

   The clock on the wall continued inexorably into the night, and
 Akane hated it.

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   {Nabiki}

   {Yes, Love?}

   {I must leave you soon}

   {I know...I want to come with you}

   {No...It is not your time...There is one here who will need
 you}

   {How...Who?}

   {All will become clear in time...There are some things I
 cannot reveal just now}

   {But there is so much I need to know...At least tell me who it
 was that blackmailed you}

   {I cannot, for I do not know...At first they were merely a
 voice on the phone, reading the report from the clinc where
 Kodachi was sent...When later we met, the fiend was shrouded by
 darkness...I have oft thought it was the Devil himself}

   {Kuno...I wouldn't have cared}

   {I know that, now, and it will comfort me while I make ready a
 place for you in the Far Lands}

   {Far Lands?}

   {All in Fate's due time, my love...And now I must go}

   {Tatewaki, I love you...Don't leave...I'm not ready}

   {I shall wait for you}

   {KUNOU!!!!}
   
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   Kasumi had called, and suggested that Genma bring Soun home,
 as neither was particularly necessary at the hospital.  Akane
 had agreed, and Genma had practically leapt at the chance to
 escape the withering silence from his son.

   Once his father was out of the way, Ranma had begun to relax.
 He didn't even overreact when P-Chan wandered in (Akane
 sometimes wondered, privately, if maybe Ranma was right about
 the pig having similar directional problems to Ryouga), for
 which she was very grateful.

   They took turns sleeping, and waited through the long night
 for word on the two injured girls.
   
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Chapter Nine

    

Thoughts and Reflections

  Don't like the fact that Kasumi didn't go to the
 hospital--too OOC, but I don't want her there, either. 
 Gotta come up with a better excuse.


  Having trouble with a plot conflict, too.  Damn it,
 Nabiki knows too much now.  I need her awake to influence
 some of the upcoming events, but not all of them. 
 Hmmm...short-term amnesia, as a result of the trauma of
 gestalt...?  Might work.  Could cause her to forget
 everything after, say, the graveyard scene.



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