So, here it is! The final installment of the WAT series! I present to you:

Fix You

If you are new to my stories, please take a moment to read Without a Trace, and then Far Away, first. Otherwise, you will be as lost as Ryouga when you read this.

If you are not new to my stories, welcome back! I'm glad to see you here, ready for more drama, and to read the conclusion of the life Akane and Ranma began four and a half years ago. Without further ado, here is the beginning of the end :P

Prologue

The title of tribe for the Amazons was just a formality for their name. One would think that a tribe would be secluded from the world around them, and most especially, not in tune with technology. The Amazons, however, understood that keeping up with the constantly changing world was of utter importance for keeping their way of life. Without knowing how the world changed around them, they would surely fall victim of global events they would not know of had they not embraced the benefits of technology and its advances.

Keeping up with old friends was another benefit of owning a television and a phone line. In the case of Mousse, a simple VCR made his day better every time he returned home from work at sunset. Shampoo had taken it upon her to make her airen happy by providing a way for him to record his favorite shows while he was out so that he could watch them once he returned home.

This time, however, both Shampoo and Cologne enjoyed the show he had asked her to record for him. The Amazons were not strangers to world tournaments of martial arts, and when they had heard Japan was holding its greatest one ever, they just could not miss the event. Their excitement had increased when they realized that their favorite pigtailed boy was participating in such event, next to his recently recovered fiancée.

Cologne and Shampoo had been first-hand witnesses of the power Akane had acquired over her years in China when they first thought her to be a cursed Kiima. Once they had realized that she was the real deal and had stopped at their village before she left to Japan to meet with Ranma, they had spent some quality time with their once love rival. Time had healed their severed ties, and as Ranma had spent a good time talking to the Matriarch, Akane had done so as well as she shared with them what she had been doing in the past year.

Including, of course, the actions she took to claim Saffron's life.

Shampoo had a difficult time believing that the violent-girl had the guts to end someone's existence on Earth. Cologne, however, did not share her doubts. The leader of the Amazons had years of experience in spotting and training great warriors and martial artists, and she had always known that Akane could match up to Shampoo's rank. All the girl had needed was the proper training, and the unquestionable motivator that was saving the one you loved.

As they watched the product of both equally important elements required in the creation of a worthy opponent, Cologne could not help but wonder when the consequences of Akane's desperate action would begin to show. After Akane had left the Amazon tribe to bring the cure to her fiancée, Cologne had had a lengthy talk with one of the new members of her tribe.

Koruma, along with ten other Phoenix members, had joined the Amazon tribe after the Phoenix tribe split up. Despite his young looks, the Phoenix servant had extensive knowledge of Phoenix customs and magic, so Cologne had befriended him with ease. After Ranma had abandoned the tour guide's cabin, she had made it her personal task to gather the literature that resided within, and brought the books back with her to her tribe.

Many nights had Cologne and Koruma studied the books of Phoenix magic and history, reading the same passages repeatedly, hoping their suspicions were incorrect. The spell that Akane had used to defile Saffron's soul had been a very powerful one, and its practice limited to members of the royal family for a very good reason.

A human could not satisfactorily, and completely, lock-up a soul in limbo. Not the soul of a demigod, at least.

While Akane had played the part of a Phoenix for two years, in reality, the blood that coursed through her veins was not of pure Phoenix origin; it was plain, simple human blood. Successfully wielding nature techniques was one thing; using your human body to filter a demigod's soul in order to send him to oblivion was a completely different animal.

After a year of no incidents, Cologne began believing that perhaps Akane's intentions and will to protect them all had been sufficient to escape the use of the technique, unscathed. Now, however, as she and Shampoo followed her every move on TV, they soon realized their worst fears would soon become a reality. An uncomfortable silence fell upon Shampoo's humble dwellings when the scene on TV showed Akane's final attempt at winning the trainer fight in ART.

"Landling, do you really think you can defeat us with that puny technique?" Akane smiled at Shigeru who had already gathered a considerable amount of energy in his hands. He watched her as her eyes had a tint of gold, and her aura began flaring red. Shigeru could only look dumbfounded at her attitude.

At that moment, Shampoo dropped the bowl of food she was holding, sending it crashing down on the floor and breaking into a million pieces. She turned around to see the same look of concern she carried on her face reflected back in her great-grandmother's eyes.

"Did you see that, great-grandmother?" Shampoo asked in fluent Cantonese.

"I did, child. Our prayers have not been heard."

Cologne and Shampoo observed as Akane stood in front of the massive Shi Shi Hokodan without a care in the world. To the innocent bystanders, she was just showing off her skills. To the trained eyes of the Amazon members, Akane was not the only one standing in front of the opposing trainer during that fight. An ethereal force that had reached Earth through her body joined her in her fight. The force was not of a lost relative or Mother Nature in disguise. The force was one to be reckoned with; it was the unmistakable force of a demigod.

A demigod the pigtailed boy and the blue-haired girl thought dead.

"What now, great-grandmother?"

Cologne held tightly onto her staff. They had finally seen the signs of the inevitable happening before their eyes. The lives of the Tendo girl and Cologne's former son-in-law were in danger; grave danger.

"There is only one thing we can do, Xian Pu."

"Are we warning Ranma?"

Cologne ignored her question. She looked up to one of her servants and ordered her to bring Koruma, immediately. If anyone was able to assist the Amazons with determining how much time they had before the Lord took complete control of the Tendo girl, it was Koruma.

"Great-grandma," Shampoo insisted with her last question. "Are we warning Ranma?" she pleaded in her native tongue.

"Not yet, Xian Pu. We need to have a plan to offer him, first. I'm certain he would like to keep his fiancée unharmed."

Shampoo nodded. She did understand. Depending on what stage Saffron's possession of Akane's body was at, the odds of completely extracting him varied greatly. There was only one sure way to prevent Saffron's complete takeover of Akane's body, and based on what they had seen on TV, it was probably too late for that at this point.

"Xian Pu, I want you and Mut Su to train every day now. We will leave for Nerima once we have all the information we need."

Shampoo returned her gaze back to the TV to see Akane carry the defeated trainer off the stage. Her heart clenched when she saw Ranma get on stage, completely unaware of how close he was to the being that had attempted to take his life, four years ago.

A/N: YAY! Shampoo and Cologne are back! And this time, to help Ranma. For those of you who guessed that Akane was possessed by Saffron, I send you virtual cookies. You may wonder why I gave out that clue at the beginning of the story, and that is because it was obvious in the epilogue of Far Away, and because the possession will be the least of Ranma's concerns.