Hello True Believers and Friends

It's been while since the last update and I bet most of you are probaly waiting to lynch me for making you wait so long. Now the following may bother those with Judeo Christian beliefs or any one sensitive to whole heaven and hell bla bla, good and evil junk bla bla. I DO NOT APPOLOGIZE FOR IT AND NOR WILL I EVER. Censoring ones ideas limits growth and understanding. I really don't want to go on about this, but i know I'm gonna flame one way or another. Right folks? If its not about grammar and spelling, it will be about content. I'll be seeing "That's blasphymous" in some reviews and its to be expected. Hopefully most readers will just apriciate the time and effort it took to write fiction like this and keep an open mind. I am free thinker and writer, therefore I will cover a lot of themes when I write and I will never censor my matterial fearing repremand for those who are too closed minded to see otherwise. Get over it.

Any ways read on and enjoy.

Chapter 4: Lucifer's Cross and A Fly on the Wall

"You should know more than I do." the female said with a sensual manner. "After all you are my number one trouble shooter Lucifer, my son."

"I haven't been called by that name in very long time mother, or would you rather I address you as Hild?" Tofu asked as he returned his attention to Ranma.

Ranma remained deep in slumber as his aura swirled about him in a chaotic pattern of crimson and blue. Tofu looked closer and tried to follow the flow of ki from the boy and could discern three major points trying to take control of the power flux. The next thing he saw worried him. On Ranma's right hand was a strong red line that Tofu was very familiar with. The "Red String of Fate" was wrapped around Rama's left pinky finger. Ranma's feelings were very strong for the one at its end. However a secondary string was forming from the same loop on his finger, faint but slowly gathering strength. What shocked Tofu was who the recipient of Ranma's feelings is. Tofu turned and hoped that his eyes were deceiving him. However fate is like most things is cruel and he confirmed the owner of the heart that is linked to the boy. The "Fallen One" eyes turned a fiery red; fangs came from his canines, and his demonic marking showed on his face.

Hild approached her son and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I take it that she has eluded you in this lifetime as well?" She asked in a cynical tone.

Tofu took a deep breath and calmed himself, his features returned to normal, before answering his mother.

"She's escaped from me in countless lifetimes, yet I still seek her. Yet when fate decides to bring us closer, this blasted curse takes hold of me. How long has it been; eons, millennia and still he's never forgiven me for taking arms against him. I should have never listened to Celestine." Tofu said.

"Yes, that little spat you and that brat made quite an impression among the deities, not to mention spawned a fanatical following that to this day believes that you are to make a "come back" and lay to waste all Midgar. I take it that is one of the reasons you changed your hair and got rid of the goatee?" Hild asked as she tuned hr attention to the sleeping young man.

"Well considering that my hairdo was immortalized as horns and has stuck as my image for the past two millennia, I figure a change of pace would be in my best interest."

"He's weak I this state and you can easily remove him from you goal. What will you do boy."

"Nothing mother, it was not meant to be in this life either, nor will I keep him from living his. Destroying her chosen is no way to win her heart."

"So you will watch from the side, like some mutt that was never chosen and hoping that she would return to choose you. You failed when she was in Asgod, continued to fail these millennia, and now you giver her up with out so much batting an eyelash. When will you learn to grasp what is there front of you? When will you…"

"I will act when I am worthy of her and I nor you will not interfere until such time. Am I clear mother?" Tofu said with authority.

Very few can stand their ground to Hild and walk away to tell about it. One of them was the one who flat out just told her to "step off." Hild took a step back and gave a sad smile to her son. She knew in her heart that even demons deserved to be happy, even for a short duration. After tending to Ranma, Tofu approached his mother.

"Forgive mother if I was out of line."

"My children deserve to be happy and even that much I cannot give you."

"It's my cross to bear. I know you and Father don't speak much, but…"

"Rare those time maybe, but know this. There is not a time where he has not asked of you. He is your Father after all."

"Thank you Mother, maybe one day I may gather enough courage to return to him and ask for forgiveness."

Tofu went to his office and left Hild with Ranma. Hild approached the boy and gently ran her fingers through his hair as if he were her own. Ranma stirred as he dreamt in his slumber and was calmed as Hild continued to stroke his hair.

"So now young man, you've given us quite a conundrum here. I cannot see your future since you are a crucible of chaos. You fight so hard to what fate stacked so much against you. How will actions from hence forth reflect upon all of us." She said and then gave him a gentle kiss on his fore head before vanishing.

Back at the Tendo Ke some time the next morning around 4 a.m.:

The zombie known as Nabiki Tendo emerged from her crypt. The night of broken slumber a dead give away from her appearance. She meandered her way to the kitchen to get her self a drink, when she noticed some activity coming from the kitchen. She tipped toed to the edge of the entrance to the kitchen and stuck her head in and took a peek at who could be up at such a late hour. She had a hunch to who it was and set that thought aside since said person was still under the care of Dr. Tofu. Nonetheless said person was now in the kitchen using his speed kills cleaning and preparing the ingredients for breakfast. However his movements were a bit off and lacked the finesse and grace he often sports in an almost unconscious manner. He seemed to be forcing his signature grace till he lost his balance during a back flip while twirling a mop back to its bucket. Ranma crashed on to the floor in an undignified manner. What surprised Nabiki that most was that her sister Kasumi appeared out of nowhere and came to Ranma's side. Nabiki suppressed a gasp as she watched the two.

"Ranma you mustn't push yourself. Shouldn't you still be at Dr. Tofu's?" Kasumi asked as she helped Ranma on to his feet.

"I'm fine Kasumi I asked the doc if I could go home early so I could help you make breakfast. He said if I don't stress myself too much, then I should be just fine." Ranma said as he leaned on the kitchen counter.

Ranma never mentioned that the Dr. seemed down when he left. He only asked Ranma one thing before he left.

"Take Care of her."

Ranma knew not what it meant, but if Ranma was ever good at one thing it was keeping his word.

"You've been stoic as of late. You barely eat or sleep. I…"

"Gomen Kasumi, I don't mean to worry you. I just…"

"You'll tell me when you're ready right? I understand, but please take your care in to consideration. I don't know what I'd do sh.., should you…" Kasumi said as she leaned against his back. Her cheek resting against his spinal column and her hands rested on his shoulders.

Ranma felt tears spot his silk shirt coming from Kasumi.

"Thank you Kasumi. You really are the only one keeping me sane in this madhouse, no offense. Please dry your tears. The Angel of the house should not waist tears on a vagabond." Replied Ranma as he placed his right hand onto Kasumi's.

"You're anything but a vagabond Ranma. I…"

Ranma turned to face the Tendo Angel; Kasumi in turn threw her arms around him for dear life and wept. Ranma silently asked himself, "Can Goddesses look beautiful even in tears?"

He gently placed two fingers under Kasumi's chin and ever so lightly tilted her head to face him. His answer was right in front of him. In whim beyond of his control he ever so carefully placed a kiss on her forehead. Kasumi sported a full body blush as Ranma began to wipe her tears away and continued to lean against him.

Nabiki continued to watch in disbelief at the sight in the kitchen. Ranma with nary a romantic bone in his body was sharing an intimate moment in the kitchen of all places and with her older sister nonetheless. Nabiki felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the pair oblivious everything but each other. Could that have been her had she been kinder to him? Would Ranma ever speak to her with such carefree honesty had she not abused their relationship?

"Damn it why now?" she thought.

She went back to watch as the two helped each other finish what Ranma started earlier. Nabiki continued to watch the synergy between the two as they work. Both appeared to be doing a ballet about the kitchen. Where one began a specific task, the other picked up where the other left off. Nabiki then ran a list comparing her to her older sister and found herself on the short end of the stick. She once again pushed the thought aside and she began to make her back to her room. Unknown to her, that all does not go unnoticed in the Tendo house. Sure Nabiki has the whole house completely bugged, but the Tendo house is a living breathing being who serves one master. That master was informed and made note to speak to her sister before the day is through.

AN: And so concludes another chater in this cacophony of characters and universes. I have most of what i want to do bring the Goddess trio and how things are going to be once they arrive. If one thing Nerima is not ready for, it would be "Huricane Belle" as Urd puts it. I woudn't be suprissed if she blow Nerima off the map, but that would be too easy. Now about the placement of of our fuku-clade heroeins in this fic. So far I have only one scene where.....

BAM!!!!!

Squeek squeek "Ooohhh loo at the pretty stars." squeek squeek squeek.

Nabiki: Thanks Skuld.

Skuld: (Thumbs up and continues to cart the Auther-sama away.)

Nabiki: Once again Author-sama coudn't keep his trap shut. He's more harder to train than Ranma. That's all for now and here some feed back form the last time you chimed in your two yen. Ta ta.

To All: The whole Tofu as Lucifer was a total whim and since you asked, it got me thinking. There'll be a side fic to this fic about our Fallen Dr. some time soon.(Whispers) That's all I can say. Nabiki is giving me real bad look and Skuld's with toting her mallet.

To Spell Checkers: I'm typing this on MS Office Home and Student 2007 and such am made aware of spelling and grammar mistakes. What the (censored) more do you want.? Typos are Sometimes hard to pin even after reading the damned thing over and over again. Transition from mind to keyboard can be a fickle thing.

Tamphis: "Now, are you referencing the "Unleashed" movie, or is it more of a general statement?" Where in the fic did you find that and what do you meanand which movie are you refering to?

Shadow.: Depression is friend i know too well. Can't really get rid of it perminatly, but its a hell of good writer's aid. You'll be picking up on that from my other fics as well.

To No One in Particular: Akana is ondimensional over (BAM!) Ohhh! Look at the pretty stars. (Skuld: Smiles)

MShrieken: Thanks for the help on romanizing "Good evening", seriously. It's hard to romanize Japanese kanji on the fly while writing. I try to type it by first trying to phoneticaly sound it out. I guess the accent gets in the way.

Any ways thank you for reading hope to see you in chapter 5: The Quest For More Readers