Braids of a Feather
By AlantisB
Chapter 9



Disclaimer: Look, lawyer. I ain't the owner of these damn shows! Stop buggin me. I'm sick of all this legal shit. ^.^ (Blunt, ain't I?)


A/N: Nice to know someone likes my Tarzan idea. Hmm, but I might change it to Trowa cuz hes the beast master kinda in the GW series so..::shrug:: I'll have to think it out more. I already have a working title for my SM/GW story, now I gotta write it. O.o But anyway, chapter nine will be very exciting. I hope you enjoy it.


"..talking.."
'..thinking..'
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His steps echoed loudly, bouncing off the concrete and metal walls. He walked confidently with two guards posted at either side of him. His green and black uniform was clean cut and crisp. The guards on either side of him were wearing black uniforms with two symbols stitched into the side. He found the name odd, but paid it no mind.

They turned the corner and stopped in front of two large wooden doors. The guards that were posted there, nodded to him and allowed him entrances. Not that he doubted he wouldn't be allowed, he was of noble blood and should be treated with respect.

Kuno walked into the well furnished office to the large desk sitting in front of the window which had its curtains pulled to the side to allow natural light in. The room stank of wealth; this is where he belonged. He smiled grimly as he gazed at the large comfortable backing of a desk chair and watched as the back of the chair turned so he could gaze at the wealthy figure in front of him.

"Ah," the young man gazed at Kuno thoughtfully. "Noble of the Kuno family, you wish to be in my service?"

"Honorable Trieze Kurshanada," replied Kuno with the utmost respect. "I come to devote my service as a master samurai to destroy these villains that have threatened the world peace that is well needed in space!" He stated firmly as he looked the man in the eyes. "I wish to work for the specials, Oz."

Trieze stood up from his seat and walked around his desk. His well polished, and ironed Renaissance clothing gave him the air of royalty. He stopped a few feet from Kuno and smiled gently. "I feel very honored to have a samurai in my special service. I thank you for joining, Mr. Kuno." Trieze bowed slightly to Kuno who bowed in return.

"It is I who should thank you. You have brought this tragedy to my attention! I shall gather my ninja to help as well." He smiled slightly to Trieze. "Do not worry, Honorable Trieze Kurshanada. I shall capture these villains and bring world peace for space!"

Trieze nodded faintly as he looked to his left to a young woman that wore the same type of Renaissance clothing, except in red, wearing glasses and had her hair up in braided buns. "Lady Une, please assist Mr. Kuno to his room which he will be staying at here in the building."

Lady Une nodded briskly as she walked out the room. "Follow me, Mr. Kuno."

Kuno walked out the room and followed the young woman. His eyes took on a crazed glint. He will bring these terrible demons to their doom and bring peace to the world! Then, Akane Tendo shall see him as the honorable samurai he is and shall date him! He almost felt a cackle coming on in his cleverness.





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The lights flickered around him from what he could see behind his eyelids. His screens were static. The metallic smell of blood was in the air. He shifted his body and groaned loudly, and bit his lip to keep from screaming in pain. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at his side. A piece of glass tinted red looked back at him from his torso. He moved his hand slowly down and grasped the glass. He readied himself and with a yank pulled it out of his stomach.

"SHIT!" That had hurt like hell! He sat gasping in pain for a moment before sitting himself upright again. He began typing on the console trying to get a response from the Mobil suit. The screen flickered and another figure appeared in the fuzz of the communication line.

"Heero, come in. You okay in there Heero?" Wufei looked at the screen trying to decide if the figure on screen was leaning, or sitting up right.

"I'm fine." replied the figure in a monotone voice. "The Dolls are gone, when they blew up the ship they thought we were destroyed."

Wufei sighed and leaned back in his cockpit. He hadn't had the chance of strapping himself in before the blast so he probably had more wounds then Heero. "Should we continue to Earth? I think our systems are just scrambled, it will take us just one day to fix it." He glanced at the clearer video picture of Heero. "I think the woman was going to warn us about Oz starting up again."

Heero almost smirked but pushed it down with a scowl. "Possibly. Don't waste any more time get to work. Yuy out." The screen flickered and turned black.

Wufei glanced down at his wound and snorted as he reached for the first aid kit in the corner. "I should've listened to the uneasy feeling I had when Quatre and Trowa called. Hmph, I hang around that baka Maxwell to long it's starting to rub off on me."





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"..yes, correct." She nodded and listened to the person on the other side of the line. "No, thank you. Goodbye." She hung up the phone with a click and smiled. It was all set. Her cards were at hand all she needed was the suicide king, and her plan will be set to move later tomorrow. Ranma will thank her, after all he always went on and on about how he doesn't kill anyone and that it's against the Martial Arts code.

It wasn't her fault; the idiot shouldn't have given his real name. Did he expect everyone he met to clueless? Or maybe he was the clueless one? That was what puzzled her, why didn't he give a false name? He was one of the most wanted terrorists on Earth and the colonies yet he can get away easily without any trouble before the police could catch him.

She looked through her papers and gazed at the handsome picture of the young boy in a preacher outfit smiling devilishly at the camera, his black baseball cap hiding his eyes and most of his face but not the yard long braid down his back. Her informant had told her his attacks started about two years ago in an army base where one of the other terrorists were being held prisoner to be charged of his crimes. He had snuck into the highly guarded area with ease and knocked out the guards. He then snuck into the cell of the terrorist and got him out by blowing up one side of the building and using a handheld 'copter that allowed him to float safely to the bottom of a steep cliff.

She whistled slightly as she gazed at the damage he had caused over the two years.

Duo Maxwell was good, but she was better. His luck had run out and she had the ace up her sleeve. Perhaps she could twist this further her way and use this information to blackmail Ranma for being the friend of a well-known terrorist. But, he was almost in the family perhaps he should have a break? 'Nah,' she thought. He was her only source of income at the moment and this could easily be used to get more pictures of him in his girl form to be sold at the High school for more money.

Was she being greedy? She tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully then smirked devilishly. Nah, it's for the good of the family...and her entertainment.





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He sighed in relief as he snuggled closer to his love. "Trowa," he whispered in the ear of the occupant beside him in the bed.

"Hn?" Came the sleepy response.

Quatre couldn't help it he giggled. 'I wore him out.' he thought to himself trying not to giggle more. "Tro-chan, I can feel them again." He watched as Trowa opened his eyes and looked at him in puzzlement. 'Must be more worn out then I thought, he isn't all that coherent. A good cup of green tea would fix that.' He smiled brightly to his lover. "I can feel Heero and Wufei again."

Trowa offered him a small smiled and pulled Quatre close to him again and buried his nose in his hair. "I have to go to the circus early tomorrow to feed the animals, do you want to come with me?" He said quietly into his hair. Warm breath swooshed across Quatre's face and he smiled tiredly as he slowly closed his eyes.

"Sure, just not by the lions. I like my hands too much." Trowa chuckled quietly, the one time Quatre had offered to feed the lions, it was raw steak and the lions almost bit his hands off in excitement. He had been scared to feed the lions since then.

He listened as his little one fell asleep from the excitement of the day, and smiled softly to himself. It was good to know the others were okay, he just wished Quatre would tell him where Duo was.





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Duo wheezed for a few minutes trying to keep the sleeping female cat-Ranma from pressing against his wound. Those damn pills don't work for long at all! He'd be better off making his own medicine for the price this shit must cost. He blinked up at the old woman that had hopped her way on the staff quietly to where he was. He saw she had a teapot in her hand and she gave him a smirk and poured the hot water over the sleeping Ranma.

"ITAAAAI!!!!" The now male Ranma jumped up from Duo's lap and used the Saotome 'Cling-to-the-ceiling-and-hope-your-enemies-don't-look-up' technique. He clung to the ceiling, panting as he glared at Cologne. "What the hell did you do that for, you old ghoul?! You nearly burned me!" He folded his arms and hung down, glaring at Cologne while his feet were dug securely into the ceiling.

"Bwee!" Ryoga glared at Cologne who still had the hot water pot in her hands. She smirked at him and dumped the water over the little black piglet that changed into a very naked Ryoga. Duo felt a blush coming on but before he could even blink, Ryoga had all his clothes back on. "Ranma get off the ceiling and stop showing off." Grumbled Ryoga, glaring at Ranma who grinned and let his feet slip their grip on the ceiling and did a perfect flip and landed on his feet.

"Hey! Ryo-chan, help me up will ya?" Duo held out his hand to Ryoga who hauled him up to his feet with ease. He dusted himself off then flicked his braid over his shoulder then calmly cleared his throat getting Ranma's attention; he was currently too busy making faces behind Ryoga's back.

"Ran-chan," Duo said sweetly as he walked over his friend and swung an arm around his shoulder. "You forget to tell me you lost a few marbles over the years, or what?" He looked over at Ryoga, ignoring Ranma's glare at him. He has had worse; Heero's glares were the best of the best.

"And Ryo-chan," He winked at Ryoga smirking. "You forget to tell me something, pork butt?"

Ryoga smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Uh, it was all a huge hallucination?" Duo rolled his eyes. "You're a bad liar, P-chan." He grinned.

Ryoga growled. "DON'T call me P-chan!"

"Okay Pork butt."

"Don't call me that either!"

"No prob. bacon bits."

"ARGH! Your worse then Ranma!" Ryoga yelled as he folded his arms in anger.

"Who do you think taught him, Porky?"

Cologne chuckled as motioned for Duo to come with her. "Come here, young man. I have something for that wound that will stop the pain." Duo blinked at her in surprise but shrugged and followed her slowly, not paying any mind to Ryoga and Ranma who were waving at him frantically not to go. Ignorance is bliss.

A few minutes later painful yells are heard from the back room and more a string of curses which were more then Ranma had heard ever in his life.


CRACK

"OWW!"

The sound of a pot stirring is heard.

"WAIT, GET BACK NO WAY OLD WOMAN!"

The smell of herbs fills the air.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT GREEN GLOP!?!"

Something slushy is heard being slapped onto skin.

"THAT BURNS!"

A painful crack is heard.

"ITAI!!!!"

"NOOOOooo" More curses and yells of pain.

Ranma and Ryoga's shoulders slumped as they looked at each other gloomily. They had tried to warn him. Both boys sighed and waited for their friend to get out of the Chinese Torture chamber that Cologne dared to call an herbal treatment room.




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Well? Sound interesting? Poor Duo-chan. Now, what is the ace up Nabiki's sleeve? Kuno works for OZ now?! Oh boy, more chaos for the Nerima Crew. Remember, read and review!

-AlantisB
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