To all those that enjoy this fic, sorry for the late update. I've learned just a month ago that one should never leave a laptop and a glass of Pepsi in the same room as a very active six year old sister.

I know that that isn't much of an excuse, but that's more or less the main reason for the lack of updates. Add in the fact that Negima manga chapters are coming in slower than usual in the past few months, which really takes a lot out of my inspiration and planning, pretty much resulted into this late (not to mention, unfortunately, short) update.

So without further ado: let's begin… Oh, and I don't own either Ranma, Negima, or whatever else might just happen to pop up in this story that already belongs to a different series.

Important notes: as many people have voiced complaints, I've fixed as many major mistakes in the last chapter as I could find and also re-edited the ending. As such, the royal magic explanation will not be in this chapter.

Chapter VII: Reunions Pt1

"Nodoka-chan! Yue-chan! Haruna-chan! Long time no see!" a voice greeted from behind the group of five as they walked on the tarmac, causing them to stop and turn around to see who had called out to them.

Ranma couldn't help but let his eyes twitch as soon as his eyes caught sight of the one that greeted them, or rather, the twirling gymnastics ribbon in her companion's hand that, to the amazement of an ordinary man, had a rubber ball seemingly floating in the middle of the spinning satin strip. "A rhythmic gymnast? Seriously? This one had better as Kodachi or Asuka(1)."

Like all the previous new people that Ranma had recently met, the both were also of the female persuasion. Another mother-daughter pair, if their similar appearances were any indication.

The person that had so enthusiastically greeted them looked to be the same age as the three she herself had named, which didn't surprise the pigtailed boy in the least. Her hair, Ranma noted, which was style into a pair of short, jaw-length pigtails on either side of her head, was coloured a shocking pink, reminding him of the very bright and diverse hair colourations of the women of the Joketsuzoku tribe. Her eyes were a vibrant green that shined with joyful glee. She stood at average height and wore a tracksuit with a white trims and white stripes running down the sides of the arms and legs; the main colour being the same as her hair.

"Ah, Makie-chan. Seems you got here early as well." Haruna greeted back with a smile before noticing the girl that walked a little behind her. "And you must be Mika-chan, correct?" She asked the ribbon wielding girl.

Mika, much like her mother, had a very lithe and slender body that was only a little taller than Yume. Her hair was of a much darker shade of pink than Makie's, almost reaching a light red and was tied into a single back ponytail, yet still allowing numerous bangs to frame her face. Her eyes, though the same colour and shade as those of her mother's, also held a deep focus that the older woman lacked. She too was wearing a tracksuit, but with the colours reversed.

In her hand was a crimson gymnastics ribbon that she continuously wove into a diagonal helix that trapped the rubber ball inside, 'floating' in the middle as if it were in a jar. However: if one were to look close enough, they would've noticed how the ball would continuously bounce on the on the ever spinning cloth that encased it in. There wasn't any form of energy being fuelled into the ribbon from what Ranma could sense. The act was nothing but pure speed, skill and grace.

The slender girl took a small moment to regard the woman that questioned her while somehow continuing to manage her seemingly impossible endeavour, a little smile gracing her features as she nodded in confirmation.

She turned her attention to the ribbon that she kept spinning for about a second or two, giving it one final flick that made it spin faster, just as the ball had hit the silky surface. The rubber orb bounced a little higher than it had previously, breaking out of the spiralling prison upwards, before being caught in the girl's opposite hand.

And just like that, the glint of seriousness in her eyes disappeared, now replaced with a carefree shine. She turned back towards the spectacled woman in front of her before taking notice of the ones that stood behind the tall female, looking at her mother and her; two of them joyful, the other two, curious.

"It's good to meet you," she said in a polite, but energetic tone, bowing slightly as she did so. "My name is Sasaki Mikazuki. Though I would prefer it if you just called me Mika" She rose from her bow near the end, a bigger smile on her face than before, "I assume that you three were my mother's former classmates?" she asked to the three women.

They responded with a simple nod in unison. "I guess she takes more after Negi-kun/sensei when it comes to manners. Makie-chan would have been a lot more casual than that." Thought all three.

Ranma on the other hand was inwardly sighing in relief. "Well… so far so good."

"Mika-chan, these three are Saotome Haruna, Ayase Yue and Miyazaki Nodoka," she introduced her past classmates, pointing to them as she did so before focusing on the two teens that stood behind them. A curious gaze. "Nodoka-chan, Yue-chan, are these two…" she left the question hanging as the women in question nodded once more. Immediately, the curiosity faded and was replaced by a wide grin

"Mika-chan~" she practically squealed out in a singsong voice, instantly getting the young gymnast's attention. "Remember when I said that you have a brother and eight sisters?" she asked, her smile intensifying at the realization that quickly dawned on the gymnast, the other two teens not far behind.

"Well… these are two of your siblings right now," she continued, not even letting the Mika answer her previous question. "Mika-chan, I'd like you to meet your older brother, Miyazaki Ranma, and younger sister, Ayase Yume," Makie announced cheerfully.

Silence fell upon all of them as the siblings looked at each other, wrapping their minds around the gymnast's words as they examined the other party's appearance(s). It was Mika that broke this silence, walking towards her newly revealed brother and sister.

"So you guys are two of the siblings that mother told me about huh?" she asked, though whether it was rhetorical or not, neither one of the two answered. Despite that though, the pinkette still couldn't help but smile, "I'm Sasaki Mikazuki," she reintroduced herself, giving a short bow in front of Ranma and Yume, finally breaking them out of their reverie.

"Ayase Yume," the shorter girl returned, giving a bow of her own.

"Sao… uh… Miyazaki Ranma," Ranma followed with a shallow bow, trying to hide his stumble behind a sheepish smile, his hand scratching the back of his head.

A questioning brow raised on the gymnast's face at the pigtailed boy's odd introduction, but simply shrugged it off the next moment, thinking it nothing more than simple nervousness.

The three queens of Ostia, plus one mangaka, stayed where they were and could only look happily upon the sight of the three reunited siblings. "They're already treating each other like siblings, despite the fact that they've never known about each other till today," the smallest booklover commented.

A quiet laughter escaped from the pinkette, her usual cheerful grin being replaced by a smaller, but genuine smile, her eyes conveying a caring expression that only a mother could give. "Don't underestimate just how strong family bonds can be. Sometimes, all it takes is having one thing in common for broken ties to be realigned." (what? You didn't expect her to stay a complete airhead for all of seventeen years did you?)

They stared as the trio of siblings walked ahead of them; the two girls conversing about something too far off to hear while Ranma followed at the rear. It wasn't like they actually needed a guide to their plane. Not unless they could actually miss the huge white feather symbol on one of the appointed jet… or the neon sign that stood on the tarmac right in front of the stairwell that read 'Ala Alba private jet'… or the dozen or so identical guards that wore neon green vests that had 'Welcome all Ala Alba members' both on the front and back.

All in all, if there was actually anyone who wished to either attack or sneak on board a plane that would, at a recent point in time, be filled with roughly three dozen very strong, very deadly and, likely, very angry women, then this was a pretty good chance. Of course, given the fact that most people wouldn't have had such knowledge, the large group of huge and (to most normal people) imposing guards were certainly just as good of a warning to all but the stupidest idiots.

-X-

Meanwhile, in the (huge) luggage area…

A loud sneeze echoed throughout the room, causing another guard on inventory check to scan the area. Finding nothing else alive, save for the pet lion that was peacefully sleeping in its specially reserved corner (which beat most first class flight standards in terms of comfort, despite being caged off), he went back to his appointed task.

-X-

Back outside…

Sweatdrops were coming down all around as many a dumbfounded viewers looked on at the sight. Even the four Mahora alumni couldn't help but stare at the overzealous welcome as they finally took notice of it. They berated themselves immediately afterwards for missing it in the first place

"Eh… Heheheh… I… guess some things will just never change huh?" Haruna asked to her companions, with one eye twitching as she tried to keep a false smile. "Damn… even I think that that's going overboard."

The other's though, held no such obligations and simply let out an irritated huff, or in the case of the usually composed Yue, a half-heartedly baleful stare.

"And here I was thinking that she actually mellowed down after all these years," Yue commented in a whisper, though it was still caught by the others.

"Well… this is the first time we'll all be seeing Ne-kun again after seventeen years. I guess she's excited. Not that I really blame her for it," Nodoka reasoned, albeit rather weakly.

Makie, on the other hand, simply chose to look on the brighter side of things which, in her current company, was something only she could truly enjoy. "Oh well… at least it isn't the Negi-jet. I mean, I loved the design, sure, but flying in that was just embarrassing."

"Umm… right. Let's just go," directed the mangaka, as she once more started to walk, the others trailing behind her as they followed the three siblings who were already ascending the stairs.

-X-

With the royal siblings…

It didn't take long for the three to notice the rather… dumbfounding sight either. The effect of such a sight though, was a bit unexpected, and a lot more short lived in the gawk department .

"…Damn. I don't think even the Kunos could pay for all this."

"Who're the Kunos?" Yume asked absentmindedly, still too distracted by the –for a lack of better word– stunning spectacle, to fully register the martial artist's quip.

"A crazy, rich girl and her older brother," Mika answered, just as inattentively, with Ranma nodding in confirmation.

It wasn't until a few more seconds had passed before everything that was said had finally registered into the minds of all three.

"You know those whackos?" the pigtailed youth questioned, beating the pinkette from asking the same.

"Umm… Yes I know them," Mika decided to answer, a mutual curiosity between the two about the other's knowledge of the delusional duo.

"I always end up meeting both of them in a lot of big time gymnastics competitions" she started, then her voice took on an angrier tone as she continued to elaborate, "I first met them during my first time in the national competitions four years ago. She tried to injure every other participant just so she could win by default. And if that wasn't bad enough, her brother keeps on groping me and trying to kiss me every chance he gets," the irritation that the pinkette had had was now just barely being kept in check as she sneered at the various memories she had of the boken wielding loony and his just as deluded sister.

A laugh was Ranma's first reply as he heard his new (acquaintance-wise) sister complain. Save for a few mundane facts (hobbies, interests, he need not ask about family) about Yume, he didn't know the dark pinkette any better than he did his other sister. But if how she had acted so far was any indication, then two things were very clear: Mika, for all her childish tendencies was not one to allow anger to get to her; being able to tolerate three Ranma style: foot-in-mouth attacks (all accidental, as usual) in the few short minutes since they met was a testament to that. A person like that badmouthing someone else, while not as out of place as if Kasumi had done it, was definitely a testament to just how horrible the Kuno siblings could be… not that he was surprised.

"Heh… trust me on this, if that's all you get, you're pretty lucky. I've had to deal with those two for nearly a full year now! If you think that's bad, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Oh? And what, pray-tell, could have been worse from what's happened to me, onii-san?" Mika challenged with a humorous smirk directed towards the pigtailed boy.

Ranma snorted, "It could be Kodachi that's in-love with you," he deadpanned. Although, in truth, he didn't really know which of the two was worse, but saying that Kuno chases after him as well would probably be very awkward.

The pinkette blinked for a moment, then blinked again before suddenly shuddering. While it had never succeeded on her, she'd still seen many of those on the receiving end of some of the black hoe's… err… I mean, black rose's chemical warfare tactics. The thought of what someone of her mentality would do to someone that they loved (*cough*obsessed*chough*) while the person was paralyzed was a scary thought that sent shivers up her spine. She wasn't certain about how guys, the perverted kind in particular, would feel about such a situation, but it was definitely enough to drain the colour from her face. She decided there and then that being the target of the elder Kuno's perversions, while still very unwelcomed, was better than being the target of a psychotic woman with intentions of rape in mind.

-X-

Meanwhile, in another car en route to the airport…

A familiar white haired swordswoman sneezed. "I hope I'm not catching a cold."

-X-

Back at the airport tarmac…

"Umm… not that I actually mind whatever it is you two are talking about but… shouldn't we be boarding the plane now?" Yume interrupted, a dull expression present on her face.

"Huh?" was the intelligent answer from both of the older teens.

"Oh! Right, all the others are probably waiting inside! Come on, let's go!" she ordered, climbing the tall ramp with a skip in her step. Her actions not showing a single hint of anxiety that even the usually confident Ranma could have.

The remaining two siblings sweatdropped. "She's… really… carefree, isn't she?" the pigtailed boy asked, not knowing what else to describe the bubbly girl's behaviour.

"More so than her mother I think," Yume commented, starting her climb as well when her older sister looked over her shoulder towards them mid-way up the mobile staircase, waiting for them to ascend. "She's definitely not as casual to new people though."

"Heh… I'm just glad she's not another gymnastics whacko." His piece said, the cursed prince followed his two sisters up the steps.

-X-

To say that the Yukihiro family is rich was like saying that Rakan, Jiraiya, elder Kai and Happosai combined would only cause mild chaos. It was an understatement that anyone who knew of them would never make… not that anyone in this world knew of two other people as perverted as Rakan or Happosai. Hell, most people only knew about Happosai. But I'm getting off topic here. The point is, the Yukihiro family was absurdly rich, and with their conglomerate company, could make even more money than Akamatsu himself.

All those facts in mind, most would expect the interior of a private jet that belonged to the consortium's owner and chairwoman was bound to be lavish. Those people would not be disappointed. Despite being a private jet, the aerial vehicle was actually even bigger than a Boeing 747. No small expense was spent on the interior designing either. The floor was covered by fine tiger stripe carpet of deep red and ebony black. The walls were covered in wallpaper of a similar pattern. What would have normally been the economy cabin on a commercial flight now resembled a top class restaurant, complete with champagne bottles, wine glasses, a performance stage and of course, a hostess.

"My my, aren't you excited." Mika stopped just as she entered the giant vehicle and was greeted by blonde haired woman, causing a light flush of embarrassment to cross her face. The woman simply gave a quiet laugh at her reaction. "Let me guess. Pink hair, green eyes, very enthusiastic…" she paused, looking at the ribbon that the pinkette held in her right hand, "and obviously a gymnast. You must be Makie-chan's daughter," the blonde deduced, just in time for the other two teens to catch up. Their mothers, plus one, could be seen at the foot of the ramp.

A flash of recognition crossed Yume's eyes as she caught sight of the blonde hostess. "Oh… you're… Yukihiro Ayaka-san right?" she inquired, looking at the smiling businesswoman.

It wasn't really all that hard to guess at the woman's identity. She was a little taller, at least reaching the same height as Nagase Kaede was during their high school days. Her hair, which had once reached down to the back of her knees was reduced to waist level. Her figure could make any supermodel turn as green as her emerald eyes with envy. The way she stood, as well as the aura about her shone with aristocratic elegance, confidence, and an authority that few could defy, and yet her face portrayed a caring gentleness that could bring many at ease.

A smile crossed the chairwoman's face as she heard the younger woman's deduction, her eyes closing in delight. "Fufufu… quite a clever little miss aren't you. I take it that you've read some of Haruna's works?" she asked, already knowing the answer. After all, if this girl was who she thought it was, then she probably knew about every person on the flight above her own age.

"She used to babysit me whenever mom was busy. Since she's a library manager, she often had a lot to do and the best way for aunt Haruna to keep me occupied while she worked was to let me read her manga. I've read everything about you and the rest of my mom's classmates while our dad was teaching you," Yume explained, a small smile tugging at her lips. "My name is Ayase Yume, by the way." She bowed.

A small laugh once more made its way from the blonde aristocrat. "I thought as much," she commented amusedly before introducing properly introducing herself. "Yukihiro Ayaka. And you two are?"

"Sasaki Mikazuki."

"Miyazaki Ranma."

Ayaka's eyes widened for a small moment at the young man's introduction, but was quickly replaced by a joyous glint that had come along with a smile on her face. "Really now? You're Nodoka's son? " she asked, as if in disbelief, leaning in closer to the pigtailed martial artist, her face right in front of his.

As one would expect from one of his situation, his cheeks turned a deep red as he looked at the, admittedly, very attractive woman's face. The instincts ingrained within him from the past year and a half with the Tendos kicking in once more as he nervously backed away from her approach.

"Now now Iincho, I know that you have a thing for young men, but this is my son you're coming on to.
Not to mention the fact that your already married."

A tick mark popped up on Ayaka's head at the joking voice, she grit her teeth slightly in annoyance and her face contorted into a frown, but otherwise still kept a reserved demeanour. She moved her head so as to look above Ranma's own, spying four of her former classmates, each showing their own version of an amused smile. For a while, she did nothing but frown dully at the four women, mostly focusing on Nodoka.

"Very funny," she remarked dryly, "you aren't exactly the best person to talk about being faithful you know. You did, after all, get married to another," she added, their eyes locked together in a what would have been stare off, were it not for the lack of hostility.

"That may be," the amethyst haired woman replied, chuckling at the beginning, obviously not taking the comment as an insult, "however, in case you've forgotten, that was something that wasn't completely of my own volition. What's more, by the end of this trip, that 'marriage', if could call it one, shall be null and void. You ensured it yourself, after all."

The blank frown on Ayaka's face lasted for all of half a minute before she turned around to face what looked to be the entrance to an elevator, a smile replacing her previous expression. "I have my lawyer working on the divorce case as we speak. All that's needed is for you to sign a few papers. We already have enough proof to put up a solid case, not only to get a quick divorce, but also to land him in jail for the next fifty years."

With that, she pressed the button beside the double sliding doors, opening them up to reveal a circular elevator. "Now, do you all intend to stay there the entire flight, or should I show you your rooms for the night? There are some people that are still waiting to meet you all, and personally, I don't really want to keep it that way," she said, stepping into the cylindrical lift.

Smiling, the three mother's ushered their respective progeny, all three of which having long since stayed silent, inside. Haruna being the only one to stay behind prompting a few curious eyes to turn towards her. "You guys go, I'm gonna go see whoever else is here already," she explained, answering the unspoken question, "I'm waiting for Kazumi anyway," she added, turning to a door to the right of the entrance. "All the others are through here right?" she asked.

"Most of them, yes. Some of those that arrived earlier, preferred to take a quick rest before we depart. Kazumi-san and Sayo-san though, are both inside the bar, Kanako-chan as well. There won't be anything to eat or drink until after takeoff though."

"Great! I'll see you guys when your one then." That was the last they had heard of her before the doors of the elevator closed.

-X-

It didn't take more than a few seconds before the elevator came to a stop. With a barely audible 'swoosh' the metallic doors slid apart to reveal the long hallway that was the upper deck of the aircraft. About a dozen doors lined the hallway, very similar to what one would in a hotel, with each one leading to their own room.

Mika was practically swooning at the it all. "Wow! An elevator, a bar and personal rooms. Now this is what I call first class."

"Heh… no kidding," came Ranma's offhanded reply. "I've never been on a plane before now, but I'm pretty sure that none of 'em are anything like this."

"Definitely one of a kind," Yume added, only half as amazed, having expected something similar already.

"Fufufu… two of a kind, actually," the blonde aristocrat corrected. "This plane was built custom made with the help of Boeing company. The other plane just like this one is still in development, but it's planned to be used as a rentable plane for high-class functions. Even though there's still about a whole year before construction is complete, there are already quite a few that have already booked it for use once it's finished."

"It has a total of three decks. A bar and kitchen in the bottom deck, a total of twenty two rooms on the second deck and another fourteen in the top deck, in addition to a private meeting room. A total of four restrooms in each level with showers on the second and third. What's more, as this particular plane is solely meant for use by the Ala Alba, the water that's used for the facilities are acquired and gotten rid of via teleportation magic that is connected to one of the Yukihiro consortium's water purification plants. Extra fuel is also received through the same process."

Silence followed Ayaka's lecture as she looked towards the six people with her. Each one sporting amazed expressions of dif. Finally, Ranma let out a low whistle. "That's… pretty impressive," he stated truthfully.

"Fufufu… thank you," the blonde thanked, smiling all the while. "Now, I believe that I mentioned something about there being some people waiting for you all," she said, leading them all to the end of the of the third deck hallway.

Wooden double doors decorated the end of the passageway, a golden plaque resting atop them had the words 'meeting room' inscribed upon it.

Time seemed to slow down for Ranma as Ayaka hand reached out for the handle, giving a very audible gulp as she grasped it. Mika was just barely keeping her composure as she waited to finally to see all the other occupants in the room beyond. Yume. On the other hand just stared with an emotionless gaze, masking her own anxiety concerning the situation. Each one of them already having figured out just who the people in the other room were.

Finally, for what seemed like hours to all three (for different reasons), the door was finally opened, drawing the attention of everybody already in the room.

There were five people already inside, all of them, as the three siblings had expected, were female; two adults and three the same age as them. Each one staring at them with mixtures of curiosity and/or anticipation.

-X-

(1) The Asuka mentioned in this chapter is Asuka the white lily, Kodachi's childhood rival and fellow psychopath. Both are exceptionally skilled in rhythmic gymnastics. This, along with the fact that the only other people besides Ranma himself who were good at rhythmic gymnastics (a bunch of guys who I can't remember the name of) were also coo coo crazy led to a belief in many of Nerima: skilled rhythmic gymnast = asylum escapee.

And there you have it, the seventh chapter of 'The wild horse mage knight'. Again, sorry for the long wait, but I've been running into some bad luck lately; both with my computer and my imagination. If this chapter wasn't very satisfying, then I apologize.

And to show my apology, I've decided to try my hand in making you laugh with my first Omake. It's right after the character profiles.

-X-

Character profile: Ayase Yume (updated)

Age- 16
Hair colour- Magenta, but closer to blue
Eye colour- Brown
Height-5'5 (made a mistake here last time)

Family:

Parents- Ayase Yume (mother) and Negi Springfield (father)

Siblings- Miyazaki Ranma, Sasaki Mikazuki, seven unnamed sisters.

Likes- Eschatology (study of things regarding the end of the world [got this wrong last time]), philosophy, mysticism, anything generally magic related or close to it.

Dislikes- Books, being kept from finding out something she is interested in or curious about.

Additional facts-

Despite all of her mother's attempts at making her enjoy books just as much as she has, Yume simply doesn't take an interest in them.

She gets her usually neutral personality from her mother, however, she is more easily riled up when compared to Yue. (though still remains calmer than most others)

Her first name means dream (implying fantasy), which conflicts with the meaning of Yue's name, which means reason (implying reality). This conflict is personified in their opinion on books.

Teaser facts (this is to give you something to expect, though some may already be obvious)-

Initially, Yume was created to be the closest to Ranma when among his siblings. While all of Ranma's other siblings will have a lot more spotlight than all the other second generation Ala Alba, (save for a few) Yume and Ranma will gain the most spotlight among all the royal siblings.

She is also meant to be the love interest of Ranma's newest rival. (next chapter, guaranteed)

-X-

Character profile: Sasaki Mikazuki (prefers Mika)

Hair colour- Dark pink
Eye colour- Green
Height- 5'6

Family:

Parents- Sasaki Makie (mother), Negi Springfield (father)

Siblings- Miyazaki Ranma, Ayase Yume, seven still unnamed sisters.

Likes- Rhythmic Gymnastics, cute things, sweets, tulips.

Dislikes- Black roses (stems from Kodachi [pun?]), cheaters, people calling her Mikazuki, the Kunos.

Additional facts-

Her given name, Mikazuki, literally translates to 'crescent moon'. This is a reference to Makie's pactio card which is one of the only two to have the 'Luna' australitas (bottom left corner).

While Mika has retained most of Makie's personalities, she is more like her father in terms of intelligence and manners towards those she is unfamiliar with.

In case you're wondering, she's beaten Kodachi every time they've met. If you want to know how, just look at how Makie uses her rhythmic gymnastics tools and figure out how I'm going to connect all three characters together.

Teaser facts-

As if it weren't obvious enough, Makie is meant to be a rival of sorts to Kodachi.

-X-

Omake- The world's most fearsome technique

Four people stood in a line, standing side by side. Each one of them facing towards the setting sun.

"So, the time has finally come… it is finally time to show the world just how strong our combined powers can be," the shortest of them, a creature reminiscent of an imp said.

"Indeed it is, Happosai-san, indeed it is," the second tallest one, with a huge scroll on his back replied.

"Well then, in that case, I believe I have some earrings I need to give out. Remember, these effects will be permanent. Are you three ready, Happosai-san? Jiraiya-san? Rakan-san?" asked the second shortest, a frail looking purple skinned man.

"HAI ELDER KAI! " the other three, now identified as Happosai, Jiraiya and Rakan shouted.

"Then let us begin!" elder Kai announce, throwing four earrings out to the rest, one to Happosai, one to Jiraiya and two to Rakan. "Now!" he ordered.

Quickly, each of the three placed an earring on one ear, causing a bright flash of power and light. Once it died down, where once stood four figures, now stood only two.

The first had the appearance of a giant purple kappa (Japanese water monster) and was garbed in a combination of elder Kai's and Happosai's clothing. "I am elder Kaipposai!" he shouted in what sounded like two different voices, striking a pose.

The other one was a great giant of a man, bigger than Rakan himself. His skin was heavily tanned and had long and spiky. He wore the same attire as Rakan had, with the only addition being Jiraiya's scroll on his back. "And I am the high super pervert, Jirakan!" the giant announced, striking a pose as well

"Now! Second fusion!" Kaipposai instructed.

"HAI!" Jirakan responded with his own distorted voice, putting on another earring just as Kaipposai did the same.

Another flash of light later, only one figure remained. This one though, was ginormous. Like Kaipposai, it also had purple skin. The only hair on its head was a long, spiky, platinum blonde Mohawk that reached all the way from his fifteen foot tall body, right onto the ground. He had a giant scroll on his back and wore a red vest over the tunic of the elder Kai and the same kind of pants as Happosai.

"The world trembles upon my very existence!" he started in a voice that was as though four people spoke simultaneously. "I am the lord of all things echi! The ultimate thief of women's undergarments! He who can look upon all women in the all the hot springs of the world! I am the one! The only!... Pervert overlord Ero-Ero-jin!" recited the behemoth, doing a strange dance all the while.

"Now! The multiverse shall feel my power!" Ero-Ero-jin announced, raising his hands to the sky. Soon enough, soon enough, giant rays of light converged upon the sky above where his hands pointed. A giant ball of energy started to build up until it was the size of an entire planet.

"Perverted thoughts of all the world that rests with in my hands! Show this world my POWER!" with that, he threw the giant orb forward, impacting it upon the Earth. "Senpo! Cho-Ero-Genki Dama-Daikarin!"

As the blast engulfed the whole planet, the history of the multiverse changed. It was the day when all women of the multiverse lost all their clothing, and the day that all men in the multiverse, save for Ero-Ero-jin had died of nose bleeds. Ero-Ero-jin would also die that day when he was attacked by all the women of the multiverse.

And they all live happily ever after.

-X-

And that's it for today. What did you all think of my first Omake? Good? Bad? Stupid? I'd really like to know. Till next time. RnR.