Chapter Eleven: On Foreign Soil Edit
Kodachi frowned. Since the previous day, her brother had been remarkably distant.
It wasn't as if that sort of thing was abnormal for Tatewaki Kuno, the 'blue thunder' of Kuno Enterprises, but he usually at least greeted her.
As it was, Kodachi stood over her brothers still form.
"Do you plan to watch over me for long, sister?" He asked, not breaking his concentration.
Kodachi gasped as she realized that she had addressed her. She knew her brother had become remarkably more skilled since taking on Kenpo, but she had at least assumed she would remain undetected.
"Something troubles you, brother." She stated. There was no questioning tone to her voice.
Tatewaki sighed. "Aye. Though it is none of your concern, sister."
"As it never is." She narrowed her eyes. "But this time it seems ever more serious than others. What is it now, brother? Another holding company gone backrupt? A lawsuit?"
"Neither sister. What troubles me is of personal nature." He replied, not straying his attention away from his meditation.
"Personal enough for you to have the jet fueled, and hire two pilots to fly to America?" She asked, dropping the file she held in her hand to the ground.
Tatewaki winced. He had wished for his sister to remain ignorant to what he had planned.
"Moving a small payload of passangers to San Fransisco, California. The airplane leaves at eight o'clock, arriving at the San Fransisco airport a mere four hours later."
"Why wasn't I informed of this, brother?"
Tatewaki sighed. He slowly uncrossed his legs and stood up. He turned to face his sister with a monotone look to his face.
"Sister. I had hoped that you would not find out about this."
"Why?" She asked, the betrayal showing in her voice.
"Sister. It not be betrayal that leads me to charter the airplane." He sighed. "Nor does it mean that I wish to abandon you... like..."
"Don't speak his name, brother." She cast her gaze towards the floor.
"Aye. I will not. He has caused far too much pain in this household."
"Why do you wish to travel to America?"
He sighed again. "I find it difficult to explain, sister. I at times, hardly believe it myself."
"Does this have to do with your absence from work the other day?"
"In part, yes."
"Brother. Don't tell me that you would go to America because of someone claiming to be Saotome--"
"I have found the truth, sister." He interupted. "I have spoken to the man. He is, in truth, Ranma Saotome."
Kodachi narrowed her eyes. "You cannot be serious, brother. Did you see his face?"
"Nay, but I know it to be true."
"The other warrior, thought dead. Mousse. He was there."
Kodachi's eyes went wide with shock. "How? How could they both have lived if--" They went wider. "That chinese wench! How dare she lie to us!"
"The one called Shampoo did not lie. She had thought them both dead. As it is, she was half right."
Kodachi twisted her face into a look of confusion. "What do you mean, brother?"
"Saotome truly is dead. He has spoken the truth to me."
"Dead men don't talk, brother."
"Nonetheless, Saotome has returned to us. The story I hear is that he was sent to hell. And he is now a warrior for the army of hell, and the earth is merely his training grounds."
"How can this be?"
"I believe he speaks the truth, sister. Ten years of his life remain a mystery. As we know him, he is undeserving of hell, but nonetheless, that was his destination."
Kodachi sat down and stared her brother in the eye. "To continue on this line of discussion would only further my confusion, brother. What of San Fransisco?"
"We go to avenge."
"The death of Saotome."
Kodachi's eyes widened. She had heard little of the man who had killed him. Mostly because she found she didn't care anymore. But from what she had heard, he was a powerful warrior. Perhaps even a sorcerer of sorts.
Kodachi tightened her resolve as she looked into her brothers eyes. "I shall pack my things."
Tatewaki nodded. "I had suspected you would wish to accompany, if you had found out."
"But I do it not for Saotome, but instead to rid the world of a threat to the safety and wealth of the Kuno family." She warned. "I care not for Saotome."
He continued to nod. "Very well, sister. We shall leave first thing in the morning."
"Kasumi?" Tofu asked. "Are you still awake?"
Kasumi groaned a little, and with a yawn, she answered. "Yes, Tofu. I'm awake."
"Sorry," he smiled. "I... couldn't sleep."
"Why not? Ranma?"
"Something like that. Yes."
"What's the problem?"
"Look. Theres... theres something you don't know about me. Something I never told anyone."
Kasumi was more awake now than ever. "What's wrong, Tofu?"
"It's something I'm not proud of. Something... something I did while I was a young man that... that makes--"
"Tofu?" Kasumi gasped, tears beginning to gleam in her eyes.
"Kasumi?" He stared in confusion.
Then the blood started. First, it poured from the sides of her mouth.
"Oh my God. Kasumi?!" He yelled, bringing her into his arms.
"To--fu--" She managed to gasp out. Then he saw it. The blade.
"Leave me, will you, brother?" The voice called out. "I'll repay you. If it takes me a thousand years, I'll repay you for leaving me."
"Kenoru?" He called. "Oh my God, Kenoru. No, please. Not Kasumi!"
The childlike voice seemed to ring out from the blackness. But, as the blackness began to swirl, he heard another voice.
"Tofu! Wake up!" Kasumi shook him frantically.
Thankfully, he did. He opened his eyes and quickly brought himself up.
"Kasumi?" He asked.
"Tofu, you were having a nightmare."
Tofu sighed. "A nightmare." He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"What was it about? You kept calling my name."
Tofu shook his head. "Nothing to worry about, Kasumi. I just... I just had a bad dream, thats all."
Kasumi gazed into her husbands eyes affectionately. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"Yes. I'm... I'm fine."
She smiled. "Alright." She lay back down in the bed and stared towards the ceiling.
"Do you... do you mind me going?"
"To San Fransisco?"
She laughed. "I know everything will turn out fine."
He smiled. "I hope so."
"Shh." She put her finger to his lips. "Quiet. Don't hope. Know."
Tofu smiled and kissed his wifes hand. "I know it will."
"Kinami?" Mousse asked.
Since Ranma had left, Mousse decided to stay with Kinami, to make sure she was alright. As it was, he found that she was as tough as they come.
"I think she's asleep, duck-boy." Ukyou whispered from the edge of the room.
Mousse casually looked towards Ukyou and then back to Kinami. She was breathing regularily, and she was, in fact, asleep.
"She's had a big night." Ukyou said.
He nodded. "Yeah. You've had a big day, too."
She laughed. "That's an understatement. I come back, then find out Ranma's been dead for five years. Then I find out he's back from the dead."
"How'd you find out, anyways?"
"I ran into his parents and his sister on the train here."
Mousse nodded. "They didn't find out until today, either."
Ukyou looked towards the ceiling. "Was I the last to find out about this?"
He shook his head. "No. Shampoo doesn't know."
"How is Shampoo, anyways?"
Mousse scoffed. "Your guess is as good as mine. She doesn't even know I'm alive."
"When did she ever?" Ukyou asked, innocently.
He laughed. "Actually, she did warm up to me before... before Kenoru."
"So, how tough exactly is this Kenoru guy?"
"Tough." He nodded. "Tougher than anyone we've ever faced."
"Well, you came out okay." She said.
Mousse shook his head. "No, I didn't."
"You mean the scar, hardly noticable."
Mousse closed his eyes. "Scars are not always worn on the outside, Ukyou Kuonji." He got up.
Ukyou blinked. "Mousse?"
"I'd better get some sleep if I'm going to be up in time for the plane tomorrow." He looked at her. "I'll see you in the morning."
Ukyou blinked in surprise as she noticed the man she was talking to, had already left. Silently, as though he wasn't even there.
Genma sat alone in the silence of his hotel room. He had steadfastly refused to stay under the same roof as the man who claimed to be his son.
Nodoka had wished to stay at the Tendo home, but finally gave in after Genma's refusal. Before she had left, Akane had expressed interest in talking to her, and she and Ranko were now at her apartment.
Which left Genma alone. Under normal circumstances, he would take to opportunity to indulge in his gluttonous nature. But now, things were far too disturbing.
He would accompany everyone in the morning, to keep his word. Though it was true he wasn't known for honouring agreements to complete strangers, somehow, with the involvement of nearly everyone he held dear, he knew it was unavoidable.
If sleep had ever crossed Genma's thoughts this night, he soon found that it was erased before it could register. Sleep was the last thing on his mind.
"Are you sure it's no bother? I'd hate to leave Genma dear alone at the hotel, but it's dark. And Ranko doesn't seem to be able to leave." She smiled at her sleeping daughter.
Akane smiled. "Of course not, it's the least I can do for what you're doing for me."
"Are you sure of your decision, Akane? I can't stop you, but I will support whatever decision you choose."
Akane nodded. "I'm sure. I don't think I've ever been this sure."
Nodoka smiled. "You'll still have to deal with your husband and... Ranma in the morning."
"What do you think will happen?"
"I don't know, Akane. I'm certain we will be successful, but in regards to Ranma." She smiled. "I just don't know."
"So", Ryouga smiled. "She's been holding back on me, then..."
"I don't think holding back is the word, Ryouga." Ranma shook his head. "She really didn't know that she was supposed to follow instinct."
"I always figured her as a smart girl. But to actually plot out which moves to use before a battle even starts?"
"You two still awake?" A third voice called from above them. Mousse stood on the stone wall, smirking at them.
"In case you haven't noticed, Mousse, I really don't need sleep." Ranma warned.
"I know. But Ryouga does." He pointed. "And we'll need it for whats coming tomorrow."
Ryouga nodded. "Yeah. I understand that, but We could always sleep on the plane."
"True, but it'll only last three to four hours."
"The plane trip?"
"Yeah. How well can you fight with six hours sleep, compared to three hours?"
"He's got a point, Ryouga." Ranma smiled.
"What about you?"
"You think I can't handle myself? You do realize who you're talking to, right?"
Ryouga smiled. "You know, it feels so weird being able to talk to you again."
Ranma shook his head. "Second nature to me."
"Remember, five years passed for you guys. Only a few seconds passed for me."
"A few seconds." Ryouga shook his head.
Mousse jumped down beside the two. "Tag." He lightly punched Ryouga in the side. "You're out."
Ryouga looked at him confusedly for a second, and then realized what he was getting at. With a sigh, he got up. "Alright. I'll see you two in the morning."
"You should stay here tonight."
Ryouga thought for a second. "Yeah. I guess that would be the best idea. I don't wanna get hopelessly lost while you guys are all fighting for your lives in San Fransisco."
"He's got a point, you know."
"Well, if Kenoru proves too much for us, we'll sick Ryouga on him. Maybe we'll luck out and he'll 'lose' him." Ranma laughed.
Dawn came. Dawn went. The moment the tip of the sun touched the horizon meant nothing more than another day at work for most. But for a select few, it meant more. Much, much more.
For two Nerima Detectives, it meant hell.
"What do you mean?" Hiroshi glared.
"I mean, fired. We are f-i-r-e-d FIRED!" Daisuke yelled.
"Why? What the hell for?"
"The news last night."
"What, because of the news reporter?"
"He says we told her too much. Some of the facts were still classified."
"Classified? That's bullshit. I read those papers myself yesterday. They were not classified!"
"I know, 'Roshi. But they are now."
"How the hell did this happen?!"
He shook his head. "I'll give you one guess."
Hiroshi thought for a second. And then it dawned. "Satoni."
He nodded. "Damn right. He did this because he thought we'd link the yakuza to him."
"Bastard, that bastard!"
Daisuke shook his head. "Well, it's happened... We've got to deal with it."
"How?" He asked, looking at him.
Daisuke shook his head. "Who knows?"
"What's going on over there?" He pointed at a large gathering of people on the side of the road as they continued on their way.
"I don't know." He narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that the Tendo dojo?"
"Isn't that Ukyou?" Hiroshi pointed.
Daisuke's eyes widened as he brought the car to a screeching halt.
"What'd you do that for?" Hiroshi asked.
"Isn't that Mousse?" He pointed.
"No. No way. We told you yesterday, Akane. No."
"Ranma, I'm not as weak as--"
"Damnit, Akane. I'm not saying that. I thought you had realized by now that I never meant to say that. You have to stay here, where it's safe."
"Ranma." He felt a hand on his shoulder. "You know as well as I do that she won't give up."
Ranma turned to Ryouga. "She may not give up, but she'll have to. I'm not going to let her board that plane."
Ryouga shook his head. "And then she'll buy some tickets and board another one." He looked at him. "Ranma, let her come."
Akane smiled at her husband. She looked innocently towards Ranma.
He raised his hands in the air and shook his head. "Fine. Whatever. She's your--"
His words were cut off by a screeching not twenty feet away.
"Oh great." Nabiki muttered. "Here comes the idiot patrol."
"What?" Ukyou asked.
"Hiroshi and Daisuke."
"What are they doing up this early?"
"They're cops. My guess is, they have the early morning to afternoon shift."
The doors swung open in unison. Soon after, two men appeared from within.
The stared in disbelief at the crowd in front of them.
Mousse frowned. "Not now."
"Not now. They're cops, and they're here to take me in."
Nabiki suddenly dawned on the situation.
"Nabiki?" Hiroshi asked. "That.. uh... that's Mousse, right?"
Nabiki shook her head. "No. It's his brother."
"Brother?" Daisuke asked. "Mousse had a brother?"
"Yeah... this is.. uh... Gel."
Mousse blinked in surprise.
"Thank God." Daisuke muttered. "I thought I was staring at a ghost."
Ranma stepped towards them for a moment, and then removed his cowl.
"You sure you're not?" He asked them.
Hiroshi promptly fainted. Daisuke was conscious long enough to mutter half of a word, and then he joined his friend.
Nabiki blinked. "Did you have to do that, Ranma?"
He laughed and nodded. "It's easier than explaining the whole thing."
She nodded. "Good point."
"Gel?" Mousse asked. "You couldn't think of anything better than Gel?"
She shrugged. "Gel isn't an official Joketsuzoku name?"
He shook his head. "I've told you guys time and time again. Our names are mere coincidence."
"Sure, Mousse," Ranma patted him on the back. "Sure."
"We're supposed to meet him here. Gate 43." Soun noted.
"I think you're drawing a crowd, Ranma." Nabiki muttered.
Tofu chose that moment to speak up. "You mean we aren't one?"
"So, the plane supposed to leave at like, eight. Right?"
"Indeed. The plane shall leave as soon as we board." another voice, not from the current group commented from nearby.
Ranma turned to face Kuno. Soon after, he wished he hadn't.
"Kodachi?" He asked, audibly confused.
"Hello, Saotome. It has been a while, has it not?" She asked.
Kuno closed his eyes for a moment. "I must apologize for not warning you of her presence. I myself was not aware of it until late last night."
Ranma shook his head. "It doesn't matter. We could use your help, Kodachi. Thank you."
"I apologize for not accepting your thanks graciously, but I do not respect you in the way I once did, Saotome. I will fight alongside you, but nothing else."
Ranma laughed. "That's all I ask, Kodachi."
Ukyou seated herself quickly. "Boy, it feels weird getting back on one of these in so short of a time."
Kinami buckled herself in beside her. "You just came in on one the other night, didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Straight from LAX to Tokyo."
"The airport in Los Angeles."
"Oh yeah, what's it like there, anyways?" She asked.
She shrugged. "Not like here, I assure you. People are much more... distant over there."
"Well, you could walk down the street in Nerima, and run into someone you know. you could talk for a few minutes, and then be on your way."
"Well, in LA, you could see someone you know on the street, and they could see you. And you'd walk by with not even a word spoken between the two."
"I don't know. I've never figured it out. But that was only during my first year there."
"What do you do?"
Ukyou laughed. "Promise not to laugh?"
Kinami blinked. "Uh. Okay."
"I'm an actress."
"Actress? In America?"
"Yeah. I've also got a record out, believe it or not."
"A SINGER TOO?!"
She laughed. "Yeah. It didn't do too well, but it made me a fair bit of money. I still get royalties from it."
"So, your, like... famous there, then?"
"I wouldn't use that word. Sometimes people recognize me on the street, sometimes they walk on by."
"What kind of acting do you do?"
"Well, I started out as an extra. Only in the past year or so, have I managed to get supporting roles in some movies." She smiled. "People are quick to hire me, because I do alot of my own stunts."
"Yeah. I've focusing mainly on acrobatics lately. I've kinda lost my fighting edge. I.. I just didn't have the will to fight."
"I never really figured it out until now. Believe it or not, it wasn't Ranma. It was... me. All along, it was me."
"While I was chasing Ranma, I had a reason to fight, to train. When I found him, he had two other fiancee's and a crazy woman after him. So then I had a reason to fight."
"When he... admitted that he loved Akane, and I left... I had to reason to fight anymore."
"But now you do?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm with you guys now, and we'll take this Kenoru bastard down if its the last thing we do."
Kinami smiled as the plane taxied down the runway, and eventually took off into the air.
The ocean passed by beneath them as Ranma sighed. "So, leaving was fairly uneventful. How are we going to manage the arrival?"
Kuno sighed. "I know not." He closed his eyes. "However, I believe you have a certain amount of stealth to you, even in your current... form."
"That I do."
"I believe that when we arrive, you should take our weapons, and escape the airport."
"I can take care of any weapons we'll need." Mousse mentioned, stepping out from the back.
Ranma looked at him in surprise. "Mousse?"
He smirked. "What do you think?" He showed off the long white robe he was wearing. "I always keep it with me, to remind me of what happened. I never thought I'd wear it again, though."
"Where do you keep it?"
"I'm a master of hidden weaponry, remember? If I can hide swords, bonbori and training potties easily, why can't I hide a simple robe?"
"The airport will have metal detection devices." Kuno informed him.
He winked. "Got it covered."
"Very well. Ranma, you should exit the jet in any way possible, and meet us on the boundary of the airport." He looked towards Mousse. "I suspect you know of Kenoru's wherabouts?"
He nodded. "That I do." He looked up into the back of his head for a moment. "I remember the name of the restaurant, and the street. Do I need to know much else?"
"I would suspect not." He nodded. "All the information we will need is readily accessable by the telephone directory."
"How much longer until we arrive?"
"We should arrive there at approximately eleven thirty." He noted. "It should not take us long to locate the restaurant."
Mousse looked up into his head. "So, about five thirty San Fransisco time?"
Mousse nodded. He was about to say something additional when something from the front of the plane caught his attention.
"Saotome?" Soun asked. "Saotome, what's the matter."
He looked dazily around for a moment. "Tendo... I... I've never flown before."
Soun nodded. "Nor have I, Saotome. Exhilarating, is it not?"
"That's not the..." He burped. "Word I'd use for it."
"Saoto--" Soun couldn't finish the sentence. A thick liquid has hit his face with remarkable force.
Ryouga widened his eyes. "Did he just...?"
Tofu smiled. "Throw up? Yes. Mr. Saotome has a classic case of motion sickness."
"That's disgusting." He muttered.
Tofu smiled again. "I agree."
Ryouga shook his head, trying to change the subject. "So, anyways. What do you think will happen when we find Kenoru?"
Tofu blinked for a moment. Then cast his gaze towards the seat in front of him. "I honestly don't know, Ryouga."
Ryouga put a concerned look on his face for a moment, at the doctors apparent inability to answer thoroughly. He decided it best to leave the matter alone.
"Foolish man." Kodachi laughed. "We shall have to have that cleaned during our stay."
Nabiki and Akane could only stare. Neither could believe how friendly she was being, regardless of the past, or the situation.
Nabiki found it prudent to say something in return. "I don't suppose he knew about the air sickness bags, then."
Kodachi blinked. "Airsickness bags? Dear me, no. We don't have any of those."
Akane blinked. "Why not?"
"Well, Akane Tendo, we have found no need for them. None in the Kuno family suffer from airsickness, and our business associates who use travel aboard this jet are so used to air travel, it bothers them not."
Nabiki nodded in understanding. "And it probably saved some money by having them installed, as well."
Kodachi laughed. "We could if we chose to. The fuel alone costs more than it would to simply install some air sickness compartments."
Nabiki smiled. "I guess theres no in-flight movie, then?"
Kodachi laughed again. She pushed a small button on the arm of her chair as a section of the seat in front of her opened to reveal a small television, and head phones.
Nabiki's mouth dropped open.
"What do you wish to watch? We have a selection of over one hundred live action or animated features."
The rest of the flight went fairly well. Nabiki, Akane and Kodachi sat together and watched a grand total of two movies before landing.
Ranma, Tatewaki and Mousse sat in the rear of the plane, discussing the best course of action upon locating Kenoru.
Meanwhile, Soun cleaned up his face and tried to keep his own lunch from exploding all over Genma. As Genma leaned his seat back to try and settle his stomach.
Ukyou and Kinami were busily chatting about several subjects. Mostly of life in America, but Ukyou tried to veer the conversation unsuccessfully towards Mousse several times.
Ryouga and Tofu merely slept right until the point of landing.
And then they were there. On Foreign soil. Nearly one half hour before they had expected.
Dispersing from the airplane was easily done. Ranma stealthily used the darkening skies and made his way out of the airplane, and eventually outside of the airport.
Mousse, as he had stated, had no troubles getting through the metal detector, even though he held under his robes several metal objects. Each had shown their passports, with no trouble getting through, with the exception of Genma, who had to show several pieces of identification.
By the time it was over, the group met outside of the airport, and were now faced with a foreign city.
"What now?" Ranma asked, thanking nobody in particular for the dark November skies abvoe him.
"Twin dragons." Mousse said.
"That's the name of the restaurant."
Ukyou blinked. "You're joking."
He shook his head. "Nope. I'm not. Why?"
"I've eaten there once. When I was down here for a film shoot."
Ranma blinked. "Film shoot?"
"I'll explain later. Look, it's not far from here. It'll take us... Twenty minutes to get there."
Ranma smirked. "Then let's go."
"What is it now, Celeste?" Angela asked, angrily.
"We've got a problem with the hellspawn, Angela."
Angela sighed impatiently. "I told you I'd be there tomorrow."
"That's just it. He's not here anymore."
"The seers all say he's in San Fransisco. But theres something else. Something they can't penetrate."
"What do you mean?"
"It's hard to say. They're having trouble staying on his necroplasma levels."
"I don't know. Look, can you make it to San Fransisco? Tonight?"
"I'm in LA right now." She said. "I had a plane booked for Tokyo in the morning, but I can make it to San Fransisco by tonight, if you need me to."
"Angela, do it. But be careful, this ones tough. We've already gotten word that he's beaten Violator without loss or injury."
Angela's eyes widened. "Violator?" She held a certain amount of respect for the demon's fighting skills. Even if he was working for the opposite side.
"Be careful, Angela."
She nodded. "I will."
"How do you feel about it?" Akane asked.
Ranma blinked. "About what?"
"You know. The fact that we're all going to take down the guy who killed you?"
He laughed. "I don't know actually. I am a bit nervous, but other than that.. Well, I just don't feel the same."
"I still can't believe how easy this is." Ryouga said, coming up behind them. "Are we sure he'll be there?"
Mousse shook his head. "I'm not. But let's hope he is. Because if not, he'll definately know we're looking for him."
"How much farther, Ukyou?" Ranma asked.
"Just around that corner. About a block away."
"What's that?" Tofu asked, pointing ahead of them.
Each of them noticed the small form, running frantically around the corner. Mousse and Ukyou were the only ones close enough to hear his swearing.
"Damn!" Happosai yelled. "Damn it! How could I have not seen it before?!?"
Happosai was confused at the moment. He knew that by running at the moment, he was dishonouring Shampoo and Kei. The only thing he could do at the moment, was stay away from the Ryukaze long enough to think.
Fortunately, he also wasn't looking where he was going. Fortunately, the large form before him didn't fall over even from all the force Happosai had accidentally pushed upon him.
"Sorry," Happosai apologized, patting the dirt off of him.
As he looked up into the face of the man he had bumped into, he went wide-eyed.
He had just bumped into a giant.
"I don't believe it." Ranma muttered, looking down at the form before him.
The old man blinked in confusion for a second. Not even noticing the others around him, he spoke.
"Sorry about bumping into you, but I've got a bit of a crisis here." He blinked again, realizing something. "Do I know you? Your voice sounds kind of familiar."
"Master?" Soun asked from behind them.
Happosai blinked, looking past Ranma. "Soun?" He looked at other faces around him. "Genma? Ukyou? Akane? Ryouga? Nabiki? Mousse?" He paused.
Mousse smiled. "Hey there, old man."
Happosai yelped. "YOU'RE ALIVE?!"
He smirked. Ranma did too. "What are you doing here, old man?"
Happosai knew the voice. He just couldn't place it until he saw all those around him.
"Ranma?" He asked.
Happosai stared in shock.
"What's the matter, Master?" Genma asked.
Happosai tried to push all of his confusion down, and save his questions for later. "Kei and Shampoo! They're both in there with Kenoru! The Ryukaze... they turned against us!"
Mousse narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"In the restaurant. They're all in there."
Mousse was the first to start running. Soon after, they all followed.
Happosai just blinked in the wake of all the martial artists.
"Ranma.. is alive?" He muttered.
"Mousse, wait up!"
He wouldn't listen. He kept moving.
He reached the restaurant. He entered. He saw what was happening.
"STOP!" He yelled.
The figure closest to him didn't even turn. "Ahh. The old man? I can take care of this one."
Mousse scoffed. "Not quite," and then he stepped forward.
Kenoru's eyes widened. "You." He said, shocked beyond belief. "It can't be you. I'm certain I killed you!"
Mousse smirked in reply. "I guess you were wrong."