Nodoka opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Eyes that watered almost instantly as the memories of what happened yesterday filled her mind. The hours of sleep did little to lessen the emotional blow she received. Turning her head to the left, to the other bed in the hotel room, her lips formed a tender smile. Even if the sacrifice had hurt, her heart was filled with joy at seeing her only son sleeping soundly, a purple-haired woman resting her head on his shoulder.
*My son.* Suddenly the pain she felt at being cast out, at losing her honor, was a minor inconvenience. The years of not knowing where her son was, of crying herself to sleep hoping to see his face only one more time, had changed her. Before that experience she would've taken Genma's side in forcing Ranma to marry a Tendo. She considered the very concept of being a ronin worse than dead itself.
But not the Nodoka of today. This woman, cast out first by her father and then by her husband, could stand anything to be by her son's side. It still hurt terribly to remember, yet her future now had something it had lacked for too long. Hope.
With that thought in mind Nodoka sat up in bed and took a deep breath. She sat with dignity as she decided not to let regret spoil her newly found happiness. Her son was back and wanted her in his life, he even wanted to learn her Art. She smiled faintly as she stood. *My Art. The only thing that remains from my past.* Her father had disowned her when she married Genma, but even then his last words were encouraging. Even if he took his name away from her, he named Nodoka his heir. He gave her the honor and responsibility of continuing with a centuries old school of kendo. Only the current master truly knew who the founder of the school was, and her father gave her that name before disappearing from her life forever.
Now she could share her knowledge with her blood. With that thought she silently made her way into the bathroom to take a bath. A little sunlight was starting to filter through the closed curtains, which indicated it was early in the morning.
So immersed in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice there was another woman sleeping in the very same bed she had woken up in.
As the warm water did wonders for her body, Nodoka went over what had happened yesterday with a more clinical mind. She had never seen Genma so scared before, not even when Happosai was in the same room. *What did you do, my son?* Destroying the dojo was nothing spectacular now that she knew Ranma had killed the Phoenix and a deity, but there had to be more to it. Genma still treated Ranma without any respect after the events in Mount Phoenix, and a little display of power, not even close to destroying a mountain, scared the hell out of the panda. *It must have something to do with what he did before making the dojo explode.* Nodoka knew much time had passed from the time she left the room, time that she was sure Ranma didn't spend bonding with his father.
She decided to let the past where it belonged, in the past. Getting out of the water she reached for a towel and started to dry herself off. She really needed a bath to relax, particularly after the strain it put on her system to see Ranma take a hold of her shoulder and suddenly teleport them someplace else. Now that went over it carefully she couldn't come up with any other reason for what happened. Her son must have learned a new technique during his time in that other world, and it seemed like it was probably Kakurine who taught it to him. She would have to get used to the weirdness again, it seemed. "But I don't mind." She whispered. Because the craziness came with her son and she would gladly endure it to be with him.
She entered the room once again to find that only Ranma remained sleeping. Kakurine sat cross-legged on the floor in front of a young woman with aquamarine colored hair. Both the priestess and the girl were smiling and throwing glowing balls of multicolored energy towards each other. Nodoka was entranced by the sight. She had witnessed Ranma's and Ryoga's chi blasts, but the skill required to control chi the way Kakurine and the girl did was something beyond her expectations.
Five more minutes passed until they stopped and turned to Ranma's mother, who by now was in front of a mirror. "Konichiwa, Nodoka-san." Kakurine cheerfully greeted as she stood up. The other girl did likewise and smiled, a little sweat covering her face.
"It's good to see you up so early, dear." Nodoka returned pleasantly as she started combing her hair for the day. She decided to try having her hair undone for a change. "Who's our lovely guest?"
Michiru blushed and looked down, she didn't really know why Nodoka's praise affected her that much. There was something about the woman that made you try to have her acceptance.
Kakurine smiled at her daughter's embarrassment, feeling happy that even if she was passing through a hard time she could still blush like the teenager the priestess remembered. She answered Nodoka's question eyeing her carefully, she didn't want to miss the reaction. "She's our daughter, Michiru."
Kakurine wasn't disappointed. Nodoka, upon hearing this little bit of news, suddenly pulled too hard with the comb and grimaced in pain. *So much for it being a dream.* She thought rubbing her head. She set the comb down and sighed. "Do they ever end?" She whispered to herself.
"Nodoka-san?" Kakurine asked worriedly. She hadn't expected a reaction like this. Michiru stood up and placed a hand on Nodoka's shoulder.
Nodoka smiled at the contact and placed her hand on Michiru's. "Just a few minutes ago I was thinking about all the surprises my son carries. Not a week goes by without something weird happening to him and the people around." She looked up to meet Kakurine's eyes. "I was thinking about how I'll gladly accept this interesting life because my son is a part of it." She looked up to Michiru's face and a tear ran down her face. A tear of happiness. "I've always dreamed of having grandchildren." She said softly as she enclosed Michiru in a hug. The young woman returned it happily.
Kakurine watched with a smile as Michiru and Nodoka cried in each other's arms. Till today none of them knew the other existed. She walked towards her bed and knelt by Ranma's side. "You can stop pretending now, Ranma." She teased as she kissed him on the lips. His returning the kiss came as no surprise since she felt he was awake.
When his wife broke the kiss Ranma opened his eyes and looked up into her brown-red orbs. "Never could fool you."
"Son." He heard from the side and turned to see Nodoka and Michiru standing there, their arms crossed over their chests. "I believe you have some explaining to do." Nodoka said in a tone of voice that demanded an answer.
Kakurine smiled as she started to move away. She was more than happy letting Ranma deal with this. "Okasan, you're not getting away from this either." Michiru's voice stopped her. She pouted when she saw Ranma chuckling at her plight.
Ranma nodded while still flat on his back. "We do have some explaining to do, but could it wait till we have something to eat?"
Michiru groaned at remembering her father never did anything without having filled his stomach, which was a nearly bottomless pit. Nodoka sighed but nodded to him. Ranma smiled widely and got up. "Let's go."
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Haruka didn't sleep at all that night, worried as hell about her lover. Setsuna had disappeared shortly after the battle against Lea without a word. Having no news was killing Haruka. She took a sip of her coffee and turned to her side, where Hotaru was sleepily giving her company. The girl didn't get much sleep either with the worry, she'd even cried a few tears of apprehension even if she tried to hide it from her 'father' figure.
They were both currently in the kitchen waiting for Setsuna to appear or Michiru to simply walk through the front door.
Haruka nearly fell off her chair when the phone started ringing. She recovered from her shock to stand up and run to answer. "Moshi moshi." Her voice filled with concern.
"Haruka." Michiru's voice could be heard on the receiver.
Haruka sighed in relief and placed a hand on Hotaru's head. The little girl was by her side looking up worriedly, and upon seeing relief wash over Haruka she too relaxed somewhat. "Michiru, we were so worried. Where are you? We looked all over for you."
"I'm sorry. Yesterday I bumped into my parents and we spent a lot of time catching up. I fell asleep without even realizing it." Michiru explained.
"Your parents?" Haruka asked. She couldn't remember Michiru ever speaking about them. Hotaru heard the question and looked confused as well.
"Yes. I'm with them right now."
"When are you coming home?" Haruka asked. "We faced another enemy yesterday. The fight didn't go well." She somberly finished. She was still very angry at being beaten by Lea and then being dismissed so casually. But now that she went over the fight with a cool head she could tell the only person Lea was intent on attacking was Setsuna. She still wasn't happy about the result of the encounter, not by a long shot, but she understood there was more to it than simply a new enemy out to destroy the planet.
"I'm staying with my parents for a few days. I haven't seen them in years." Michiru answered, completely ignoring everything about the new enemy. Haruka frowned at that. Since when did Michiru put personal matters before duty.
"I would like to meet your parents, love." Haruka started. "And I'm sure Hotaru would really love meeting them, too." She added with a smile.
There seemed to be a conversation on the other side of the line for a few seconds and finally Michiru's voice was heard again. "We're heading out to meet some friends of my parents. They wonder if you would like to have dinner with us tonight."
Haruka frowned at this but nodded. "We'd love to have dinner with them." She could almost see Michiru's smile on the other side of the line.
"I'll call you later to give you the details. Sorry, but I have to go."
"I'll be expecting your call. Love you."
"Bye." And Michiru hung up.
Haruka placed the receiver down and sighed. *Michiru's parents.*
"Haruka-papa?" Hotaru asked after her guardian kept silent for a couple of minutes.
Haruka smiled and started walking to the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Hotaru-chan. Michiru said she met her parents yesterday and lost track of the time. She'll call later to tell us where to meet her."
Hotaru sat down and smiled brightly. "I'm happy for her. She must be having a great time."
Haruka smiled faintly. "I guess you're right." Everything would be alright if she could dismiss the feeling that something was most definitely wrong.
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Michiru hung the phone and turned to her mother. "They'll be waiting my call."
Kakurine nodded seriously. "Are you sure they won't attack us? They didn't ask any questions yesterday."
Michiru nodded. "I'll have to talk to them beforehand, but I guess I can stop them from overreacting." She then turned to her father, who was currently coming out of the bathroom. "I just hope some other people can control themselves." She teased.
Ranma ignored the comment and turned to his mother. "How does okonomiyaki sound?"
Nodoka looked at Ranma with confusion clear on her features. "Should we return to Nerima after what happened?" She really didn't want to face Genma or the Tendos again.
Ranma dismissed it. "We can't be hanging around Juuban with the Senshi on the lookout." His eyes turned to his daughter. "At least not until Michiru is more accustomed to her powers. Besides, I promised Uchan I'd visit frequently."
"And you couldn't taste her cooking yesterday." Kakurine added with humor in her voice. She knew the real reason for Ranma wanting to visit his childhood friend was directly involved with his stomach. Her smile widened when Ranma turned to her with an expression of feigned innocence.
Nodoka didn't question Ranma's reference to Michiru's powers, deciding it best to ask about it during the explanation after breakfast.
Seeing they were done, Ranma placed a hand on Nodoka's shoulder while Kakurine did likewise with Michiru.
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Ukyo was almost ready to open business for the day. She didn't sleep much last night with Akane and Ryoga waiting for Ranma to return. They didn't leave her place until the chef threatened the man with revealing his little dirty secret. He gave her the glare of death, but either way convinced Akane to leave for the day. She also noticed a shadow resembling a cat before going to bed. The nervousness didn't let her get much sleep either. She was sure that by now everyone knew Ranma had returned. Nabiki was obviously behind it and she surely knew Ranma and Kakurine spent a while here at the Uchan's yesterday. *If not how did Akane find out Ranchan was here?* She thought. Akane didn't have a life outside of her little fantasy world where she was the best martial artist.
Ukyo snorted at that last thought as she checked the grill temperature. Akane didn't have the slightest idea of how things were in the real world. Ukyo was a good fighter, but she knew she was nowhere near the best fighters in Nerima. Much less the world. Ryoga came to mind at that. Even if the lost 'boy' was as dense as Akane, his skill and strength were not something to sneeze at. With the years he had grown stronger and found his way to Nerima frequently, so the chef saw how Ryoga got stronger gradually. Even if he didn't go all out on anyone, not even Kuno, his growing power could be felt as clearly as Ranma's aura of confidence. His growing power born out of hate towards his rival.
She took a deep breath and relaxed a little. "Hi Uchan!" Only to jump high in the air and hit her head against the roof. She landed on her butt holding her head with both hands. It was the suddenness of the call that shocked her, the voice she recognized instantly.
Ukyo got up still rubbing her sore head and turned to see Ranma smirking, obviously enjoying himself. "You jackass!" She yelled as she gave him a right cross. She didn't put much strength behind it, yet she still was surprised when Ranma shrugged it off. "If you ever do that again I'll never cook another okonomiyaki for you." She threatened, though they both knew it was an empty threat.
Michiru almost stepped in when Ukyo punched her father, but Kakurine placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her head with a smile. She understood when Ranma laughed the punch off and gave the chef a friendly hug. She also wondered on Ukyo's age. The chef didn't seem older than thirty, so when did her father meet with her?
"Need any help with the morning rush?" Ranma suddenly asked.
Ukyo frowned. "Ranchan, we both know if someone knows you're here the most we'll get is fighting."
Ranma didn't stop smiling. "What about having help from two lovely waitresses?"
"Your cursed form is even more known than your male one, Ranchan. Nabiki made sure of that." The chef said. Nabiki knew Ranma spent a lot of his time as a girl, so when she started looking for the pigtailed martial artist she looked for his female form, which drew more attention.
Ranma turned to his wife with a sarcastic smile, which she returned. "Really?" The without any water or effort the man standing in the room morphed into a tall woman with long blue-gray hair. Her clothes were no longer the jeans and T-shirt but a skin tight black dress that left almost nothing to the imagination. Ukyo felt a little jealous of the woman's body.
Tense silence followed the transformation, only to be broken by Michiru. "Auntie?" She asked trying to make the connection in her mind.
Nodoka and Ukyo simply fainted on the spot. Kakurine looked disapprovingly at the smirking woman, who didn't seem affected by it in the slightest.
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After Nodoka and Ukyo woke up and Ranma explained that his female form changed in I Praseru, they finally opened the store. Ukyo was shocked to see Nodoka, who at first she didn't recognize. The woman was wearing a conservative dress instead of a kimono and had her hair down. Nodoka offered to help in the kitchen since even if she looked different people could recognize her. Kakurine would join them back as well, while Ranma and Michiru waited the tables. Though the later didn't like the idea at first.
"There's no way I'm wearing something like that!" She yelled pointing at Ranma's choice of clothing. She turned to her mother for support, but all she got was a mischievous smile that made her even more nervous. After a long argument she finally realized the futility of resisting and gave in. Especially after Ranma threatened her with wearing something even more revealing. Kakurine got a dress for her daughter out of nowhere and gave it to her daughter.
Five minutes later a furiously blushing Michiru stepped down the stairs wearing a matching outfit to Ranma's. "I'm getting back at you both for this." She promised in a meek voice while doing her best to cover the most skin possible, something very hard with the extremely low collar line.
Ranma laughed at this and placed a hand around her daughter's shoulders. "Come on. You'll enjoy this." She said as she lead her to the front.
Nodoka turned to Kakurine. "Is it proper to have your daughter dressed like that?" She asked wondering if she should scold Ranma for her lack of modesty. She was her mother, after all.
Ukyo stopped what she was doing to hear the priestess' answer. "This will help Michiru get some more confidence in herself. Besides, Ranma's wearing something really conservative compared to some of her favorite clothes." She finished dryly. The chef turned to see Ranma and Michiru greet the first customers of the day with twin smiles on their faces. She didn't even want to think what Ranma liked wearing in his female form.
She turned back to the grill after receiving the order for two specials. *Ranma has a daughter.* She thought. *Can't wait to her the explanation.* The current waitress promised to explain everything once the morning rush was over, and she couldn't wait.
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After the initial embarrassment, Michiru found she liked the attention she got from the patrons. None of them had tried anything and were very polite. She was also too concerned with taking and delivering orders to remember her current state of dress. She turned to look at Ranma, who seemed to be flowing around the tables as she expertly delivered the orders in a show of skill Michiru was trying to imitate. She instantly noticed her father was turning something as simple as waiting tables into a training exercise, and she took her up in her challenge.
The Uchan's was filled with people as soon as word got out about the two lovely waitresses. Applause filled the restaurant as Ranma and Michiru started throwing dishes around and even doing some acrobatics, though not enough to show anything indecent.
Michiru couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun. Sure, she had to concentrate extremely hard to keep up with Ranma, but it brought back memories from her childhood. The fact that she was doing things with her parents made her enjoy herself even more. After the first hour had passed she was practically beaming.
Ranma smiled as she caught sight of Michiru. The girl seemed happy, like the little girl she used to play with. Even if she had lost a lot of her childhood and that time would never return, she was happy to see her little girl was still there. She was also happy to see Michiru didn't forget anything from what she learned, she was just a little rusty and would be back in shape in no time. Ranma was taken out of her contemplation when she ducked her head under a thrown okonomiyaki and redirected it with her left hand. It landed perfectly in front of a customer, who applauded as he laughed. She turned to the kitchen to see Kakurine flashing her a smile and signaling for her to help Michiru. As the priestess walked back into the kitchen Ranma smiled and continued working.
In the kitchen things were a little more subdued, though not by much. Ukyo was furiously working on the grill and only because of her skill did she dish out all the orders. Kakurine and Nodoka were busy either throwing the orders to Michiru and Ranma or going to the storage room for more ingredients. The okonomiyaki chef couldn't remember the last time the place was so packed with people. As they worked they engaged in conversation. Mostly Ukyo and Nodoka asking Kakurine about her married life and her experiences as a parent. Kakurine answered as best she could without giving away any names or going too much into detail. This frustrated the chef and her mother-in-law, but they accepted it knowing they would talk once the restaurant was empty. It seemed like the place would be packed for a while, though.
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Nabiki stood across the street from the Uchan's. She couldn't help but smirk at the obvious. Not two days had passed since Ranma returned and the restaurant was packed. The middle Tendo sister was never one to believe in coincidences.
She gestured towards the corner and two men wearing sunglasses made their way there. She then started purposely walking towards the Uchan's with her personal bodyguards following closely.
There was people outside the Uchan's waiting their turn to enter the restaurant. As soon as they caught sight of Nabiki with her two shadows they made themselves scarce.
Nabiki smirked arrogantly. Even if she still lived at the Tendo Dojo with her family, she was more powerful than anyone in Nerima. No one even dared speak ill of her, knowing the consequences of such an action. There had been two assassination attempts that people knew of, both obviously thinking Nabiki was an easy target with the lack of security in her house. The bodies of the assassins were never found. There were entire crime organizations that owned her favors for her services, mostly in the area of information gathering. All of this made her be respected and feared. She relished in the last as she made her way through the Uchan's door.
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The activity in the restaurant ceased as people realized who was at the door. Most of the clients remained silent as nervousness assailed them.
Ranma turned to see Nabiki and her two bodyguards. She recognized one of them as Pantyhose Taro and the other as Rouge. She wondered what Nabiki offered the two Jusenkyo cursed people to have them working for her. She realized what things must be like in Nerima because of the reaction Nabiki's presence caused.
Nabiki quickly scanned the entire restaurant, and didn't let the disappointment show on her features. She was expecting to find Ranma as the 'cute' waitress, not two beautiful women. One of them, the youngest, approached her and smiled pleasantly. "Welcome to Uchan's." She started. "I'm sorry, but we're full right now. Could you wait for a table to clear so we take your order?" She asked politely, a question she'd been asking a lot.
In fact, Michiru noticed the way people reacted to this new arrival, but decided to ignore it and treat her as any other customer. As a result from her words several sharp intakes of breath could be heard and people's eyes widened in shock.
Nabiki remained expressionless as she stared at the reckless waitress. Try as she might she found no fear in the aquamarine-haired girl. Under closer inspection she could tell this girl was not over twenty, though her clothing and makeup made her look older. She finally nodded. "I'm not here to eat. I want a word with Ukyo." Her tone of voice left no doubt, she wasn't asking but making a demand.
In the kitchen Nodoka had carefully gone into the storage room with Kakurine as soon as they caught sight of Nabiki. They both knew she would recognize any of them at first sight. Ukyo heard Nabiki's words and spoke from the grill as she continued working. The silence was so intense that her words were heard by everybody. "I told you already, Tendo. I'm not interested in your 'protection' and I'm not looking for a partner."
It had been years since Nabiki stopped insisting. Truth be told, she didn't know why an 'accident' never happened like at the other businesses that refused Nabiki's proposals. Either way she knew Nabiki wasn't here to make any 'propositions.'
Nabiki walked past the waitress and gave something to Ukyo. She couldn't help but gloat as the chef gave her a confused look. "That's a court order for Nodoka. She's accused of assault with a weapon."
Ukyo paled. She couldn't believe Nabiki would dare move against Ranma's mother. She was careful not to turn her eyes from Nabiki's, for she knew that would only give the mercenary more clues to work with.
Nabiki nodded to Ukyo and turned around, intent on leaving. She was amused to see Taro trying to cop a feel of the youngest waitress.
Michiru, for the first time in the morning, felt repulsed by the look that woman's bodyguard was giving her. The other patrons had stared at her appreciatively, but something in this man's eyes made her want to throw up. She was further shocked when he reached forward towards her chest. Before she could do anything his arm was caught in an iron grip, though.
Taro, whose expression was that of lust, turned a dangerous glare towards whoever owned the hand that dared touch him. His eyes met with the red ones of the other waitress, who shook her head. "No touching." She warned.
Taro smirked arrogantly. He would really enjoy this. "Taro." Nabiki's voice interrupted him. "We're leaving." She firmly said as she walked outside, Rouge close behind.
The waitress let go of his arm and he smiled at her. "I'll be back." And then he left.
The restaurant quickly returned to normal activity, though a feeling of nervousness could be felt in the atmosphere. Michiru turned to her father, who was giving her a smile. "Arigato."
"Don't mention it. Now get back to work." She said to her daughter as the morning rush continued, if a little subdued.
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"Why didn't you let me put that bitch in her place?" Taro asked as he followed Nabiki. They were walking back to the Tendo Dojo.
Nabiki didn't turn around as she answered. "I didn't want any witnesses and we didn't come here to socialize." They turned a corner and when she made sure the street was deserted continued. "I want the Uchan's to have an unfortunate accident. Make sure Ukyo is in there when it happens."
Rouge nodded. "Hai."
Nabiki continued. "Taro, you seemed to like that girl. It would be a shame if she was found raped and murdered. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, quite a shame." He said with a sadistic smile.
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"I don't believe that bitch!" Ukyo yelled as Nodoka finished reading the document. After Nabiki's visit the Uchan's was empty in a matter of minutes. The rush coming to an abrupt end due to the middle Tendo. This sat well with them, though. They needed to plan what to do about Nabiki.
Ranma was still in his female form, mostly to prevent Nabiki from finding out he really was here. She probably suspected it even if no one saw him enter the place. "She's beginning to annoy me." She nodded.
Nodoka sighed. "But there's nothing we can do. She's accusing me of assaulting Akane when I defended my son from her. Nabiki has every judge in Nerima bribed."
Michiru remained silent through the discussion, not really knowing what she could do. She had fought beings of incredible power, yet never before had she been in a situation like this. She was sure that if she tried to defend herself from that bastard that tried to grope her she would be charged on assault as well. What to do?
Ukyo explained everything that had been going on around here. Even Nodoka was a bit surprised as there were things even she didn't know about Nabiki's operations. She finished by telling everyone why she thought Nabiki didn't act against her. "I guess she thought Ranchan would come here to see his friend. She wanted to have a place to locate him."
"But now that he's back she doesn't need you." Kakurine concluded, voicing everyone's thoughts.
They remained silent, all forgetting about the explanation of Ranma's and Kakurine's past due to present events. The married couple locked gazes and nodded. The priestess suddenly took the word. "We might have a solution." Seeing she had everyone's attention she continued.
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Haruka smiled as Hotaru got off the car. She was wearing a pretty dress for the evening. Michiru called some time after noon and gave Haruka the time and place where they would meet. Right now they were walking towards the entrance of the restaurant. They noticed Michiru waving from the door and smiled. They had really missed her and it had only been a day.
Michiru lightly kissed Haruka and gave Hotaru a quick hug. "I'm glad you could make it." She said calmly.
The blonde took Michiru's hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. "I missed you." She said softly. Her heart beat faster when she felt Michiru return the squeeze. Suddenly remembering the reason why they met here she looked around. "Where are your parents?"
Michiru motioned inside. "They're already inside. I wanted to talk to you two before you met them."
Haruka raised an eyebrow while Hotaru asked. "Why, Michiru-mama?"
"I want you two to promise me you'll listen to what we have to say. No interruptions, or any kind." Michiru sternly said.
Hotaru nodded seriously while Haruka looked skeptical. She finally nodded her head slowly, her eyes narrow.
Michiru smiled and led them inside.
The restaurant had few customers and the tables were separated from each other so conversations were private. Haruka had once joked about bringing Michiru here to have some 'fun' under the table, but her girlfriend had never accepted. Michiru led them to a table on the corner, even more apart from the others.
As soon as Haruka noticed who was sitting there she tensed and reached for her transformation pen. She scanned the restaurant, looking for a private place to transform. Hotaru reacted similarly when the man and priestess from yesterday stood up.
"Haruka. Hotaru. I would like you to meet my parents."
END PART 5
Author's notes: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyway, this chapter was mostly to set things up for some action. If you're thinking some characters are OOC, remember years have passed since Ranma left. The changes will be explained with time.
Also, there seems to be a kitten around. Could this mean more trouble?
Nabiki worse than the Yakuza? I wouldn't be surprised. She wasn't very nice in high school and is obsessed with power and money. She also had ways to get people to work for her. Taro and Rouge are examples. Why didn't she get Ryoga instead? Too unreliable.
Anyway, I'm currently revising the other LAB storyline. Sorry I haven't updated that one, I had to rewrite the whole damn thing. I promise the story is not dead, just a little slower in coming than the others.
See you in PART 6! |
