Prologue:
Happosai sat on the roof of a house within running distance of the Tendo home, and that is running distance for an ordinary human being not the seeming freaks of nature that regularly visit Nerima looking to fight the best Martial Artist of the younger generation. The ancient pervert sighed at having had no fun to do since said Martial Artist had disappeared five days ago in an emotionally fueled outburst that seemed so out of character for the aquatranssexual. In Happosai's humble opinion though it had been a long time in coming and the poor child was merely an unstable incendiary device after all he had gone through, and from what Happosai could tell in his aura from all the times he had used it to recharge himself, it would only take one bad bounce to set him off. Said bounce had unfortunately come from one Nodoka Saotome, who was currently in a self-imposed exile in the mental facility in the ward next over.
One need only know of the nature of the relationship Ranma had with his mother to know that it was doomed to fail, and when it comes to Ranma, nothing is done by degrees. The wins are spectacular, but the wins are like matchsticks next to the fireworks like quality of the fails. It was and wasn't surprising to Happosai that the boy's many "rivals," except for the nutcase known as Tatewaki Kuno, picked up on the fragileness of his mood that day, and even tried to help defend him against the onslaught of his fiancées and the potential in-laws, minus Cologne. That was what had tipped Happosai off that that day was out of the ordinary, the defense of Ranma and the scarcity of his "former" love interest.
One sideways comment from Nodoka about all the insanity that was happening around her son and his part in it caused things to go pear-shaped fast. Ranma's battle aura had for the first time bled red and burned everyone in his immediate vicinity, and the boy's attempts to regain control of his aura through the soul of ice backfired and caused a tornado to spring up around him. The winds seeming to respond to the glowing figure and his red catlike eyes and fierce expression being trained on his mother had instantly sent everyone running to keep him from hurting the woman whose opinion of him he had held above all others. The subsequent beat down of them all had been brutal and efficient, helped by the fact that they could barely get close to him because the winds of alternating temperatures.
It was when he had almost punched his mother after yelling at her about everything that felt wrong in his life that he seemed to realize what he was doing. This caused the tears to start flowing, and he ran away in the beginnings of a full mental breakdown from the stress. Before he had fully turned the corner and a bright flash of light lit the area, Happosai had seen him pull from his ki-space a certain broken mirror that caused Happosai to wish him luck on his journey, fully expecting to never see him again.
Except that Happosai just felt a ki signature fade into existence behind him in a way he had felt very few do before. The ancient grandmaster turned, "What do you want, were-cat? If you are looking for Ranma, you won't find him here."
The aforementioned were-cat smirked in a scarily familiar way, "You are right. No one will ever find him again."
Happosai smirked as well, "Then I can only guess that you are here to tell us of his demise."
The were-cat nodded, "After a fashion."
Happosai decided it was fun to keep playing along and dumped the contents of his pipe over the edge of the roof, knowing that against this speedy opponent he would never make contact, "Than what is your name girly."
The female Were-cheetah stood to her full hybrid imbued height of 6 feet and looked down her nose at him, "My name is Cyan."