DISCALIMER: Both ideas fused together into this one piece of
fanfiction belong to their respective companies and creators.
Ranma ½ to Rumiko Takahashi and Guyver to Yoshiki Takaya, both
sponsored and sold by VIZ. I seek to make 'NO' money from
this, just the chance to express my idea and my favor for
both anime creations. Other than this words on my behalf,
enjoy the fic.

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[Alternative Universe, Ranma ½ and Guyver Fusion]


Guyver R
Homecoming

by Jess D

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A shadowy figure stood over a tall hill overlooking a small
suburban neighborhood in the middle of a heavy downpour. Through
flashes of lighting, the figure looked to be from head to toe made of
an eerie armor. Its color was a dark color darkening to the point that
it looked as if a piece of the local forest was moving. A beast of
sorts that was primitive and savage in nature. Its eyes were a diamond
shape, glowing in blood red color, but breaking through the dark
blanket of the stormy night. A wicked looking spike arising from the
bridge of his brow and curving back. Also pair of dangerous looking
blades too, sprouting from each of its elbows.

It spotted over the darkness what he was looking for. It was no
more than a few feet away.

When it was dark again, it spoke a word as the shadows surrounded
him by a flash of bright light that flashed out before and from him.
"Guyver."

When the lighting struck again, a young boy, about the age of
sixteen in now soaked Chinese clothing was left standing. His long
raven black hair, tied into a pigtail clung over his right shoulder.
His red Chinese shirt and loose black pants, were clinging to his
body. Giving away to his well-built form. His eyes on the other hand
seemed to speak or rather yell out volumes of pain and anguish deep
within his soul.

He walked over to the semi-lit bus shed and let himself drop to
the bench and hugged himself as images flashed his mind. Images of an
older bald headed man being torn to shreds by a rhino like beast or
man-creature. Then another young man with a yellow and black spotted
bandanna cupping his hands and releasing a great large green explosion
of ki. Taking with him, at least five of the creatures that had caused
him to bleed profoundly and a gash going straight down his left eye.

The young man came out of his miniature nightmare and shook his
head trying to get out the nightmarish images from his head. Living
the moments himself was bad enough. He looked up, straight at the
electric light above him and stared at it. He signed as he spoke.

"Why dad? Why couldn't you leave well enough alone? I know you
wanted me to become the greatest martial artist in the world, but
couldn't you have left that thing alone? Why was gaining a bio-thingie
or whatever it was... is alone?"

He looked down and let his elbows rest on his knees as he came into
deep thought over the past few weeks. His father and him coming across
an archaeological dig being sponsored by some American company called
Cron-something. They had been on their way to already a legendary
training ground with cool springs of water around it. That is, until
his father heard of a weapon that the people at the dig were looking
for.

"Stupid old man."

His left hand went to his pants' pocket and produced a torn,
bloodied old postcard. Though heavily in bad shape, it was still
readable, he had sneaked off his father about two days before the
'incident' and read it again.

Dear Tendo,

Me and the boy are on our way back. Will be
at your home soon, next week maybe. Can't
wait to see you again and make our dream a
reality.

Your Old Friend,
Saotome

It was supposed to be sent a month ago, by his father and by some
planning, he supposed his dad was right. They would've been there in
a week exactly, had they left on time and as planned. What his father
meant by 'our' 'dream' was still a mystery to him. But he wondered.

"Huh, wonder if this Tendo guy might know where I can find my mom.
Dad never told me much about her, but I guess an old friend of the
family's might know."

Shrugging his shoulders, the young man laid back as the storm
outside played itself out. He closed his eyes and just as quickly went
to sleep where he was. Exhaustion taking its toll and the days of
battle claiming its young warrior to rest until the next battle.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Morning came as it did every morning with most of the Nerima ward
coming to life as people woke up. Most getting ready for days at their
work, others getting ready to go to school or just plainly live life.
Upon closer looks one could make out familiar faces as they walked
down the streets. One pair in particular.

Walking down a familiar street where an old woman does her daily
ritual of throwing out a bucket of water to the street came down two
girls. To many, both male and female population of the nearby school,
they were known as the Tendo sisters, but mostly by their individual
names. For though they were related by blood, they were both as
different as night and day.

Nabiki and Akane walked down the street, both talking to each other
as Nabiki made comments of making another killing just yesterday. The
younger of the two, Akane, rolling her eyes at her sisters' bragging.
But still laughing as this had been their daily ritual, what mostly
started her day happily but turned sour with every step closer to
school.

Though this morning her attention was caught quickly when she saw a
flash of red by a nearby bustop. Turning her full attention toward
the little shelter that surrounded the bustop. Leaning against it was
what looked like a man, who had been in some sort of fight the night
before. And it had been raining too.

"Hey, look at that guy over there. Do you think he was in a fight
or something?" Akane asked her sister walking next to her who was
still laughing over their last topic of discussion, Kunon.

"Huh? What are you talking about Akane?" Coming back to reality,
Nabiki was lost to what her sister had been talking about. And now
was looking around trying to see what her sister had seen.

"That guy over there by the bustop. Look,... hey... I think he
might be hurt." She started to jog her way toward where the man was.

Nabiki's eyes coming to rest on the figure inside the bustop
shelter, went wide with what Akane was doing. "Wait Akane, we don't
know if its safe to be... Akane WAIT!!!"

Still jogging over, Akane looked over her shoulder and stuck her
tongue out to her sister. "What can be dangerous about it, you're
talking to the best martial artist in Nerima here." She turned her
head around and continued until she was a few feet away from the hurt
man. That is until she got a good look at the man and saw that it
wasn't a man, but a young boy, about her age.

His face was covered by loose jet-black hair, his long bangs
falling over his eyes as he rested. Cuts and bruises covered it as
well as cuts through his clothing as she could clearly see. Her breath
left her mouth for a moment at the sight of this young man. As she
realized that he was a bit... handsome. But quickly shook her head to
try and clear her thoughts.

"Nabiki, I think he's really hurt over here. Maybe we should take
him to Tofu-sensei's clinic." Came her response as Nabiki was making
her way toward where her sister was, but fear ran rampant through
Nabiki's mind.

"Akane, don't go near him, it could be a trap!"

Too late, as Akane went near the young man and brushed his hair
away from his eyes. Causing a slight and small moan to escape from the
lips of the young man. Then his eyes started to open to reveal sad
steel blue-grey eyes, that were now staring at her.

Her breath was caught at that moment that she couldn't form any
word but before she could, his eyes went from sad to fearful. His face
turned to one of alertness and his body sprang. In quick motions he
leapt, grabbed the top of the shelters opening and flipped himself
on top of the roof. His feet coming to landing in a rather loud thump
followed by another thump as Akane flew and fell on her rear from the
fast actions of the young man. Faster than even she could follow.

"HEY!!! I WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP YA, YOU JERK!!!!" Akane cried as
the pain of falling was registered by her mind.

Nabiki nearby stopped and stared at the young man and the fallen
Akane, fear giving her a little adrenaline rush. To which she was now
standing right next to her fallen sister. "Hey... leave my..."

Her speech was cut short when the crazed look of the young man's
face was now starring at her. The only thing she could see though was
the steel blue-grey eyes that were looking at her.

"Hey don't you do anything to my..." Again the young man looked
back toward Akane's way, but her breath was cut short but the look he
was now giving her. His steel blue-grey eyes boring into her. A look
that was almost as though they were looking right at her, into the
very depths of her soul. And she could see into his, and all she found
was fear, pain, and sadness.

But before anything else could happen, the young man leapt back
from the roof of the shelter, nearly twenty feet into the air. Then in
mid-flight back flipped to land on his feet and arms stretched out
like some action hero in a fighting pose that looked like a spider. He
got up just as quickly, walking back slowly, his hands and arms out
in a fighting pose until he was far enough and ran from them.

"What the heck was that about Nabiki?" Akane asked as she got
herself up and walked over toward her sister. Who was still a little
bit shaken by what happened.

Being talked to brought Nabiki out of her stunned out of her fear
looked at Akane, she really hated when they were in situations she
didn't have any control over. Then her stunned manner turned into a
moment of anger. "What the HELL were you thinking Akane, you know that
that guy could've been a lunatic! And there you went like nothing was
wrong. I know you studied under dad for years but that guy could've
been better than you."

Her sisters yelling and last statement registered to Akane and it
quickly brought her temper up. So she shot back. "Nobody is as good as
ME Nabiki, and you know it. That guy was no threat and besides, he
looked like he had been really hurt." Her expression being mixed with
both concern and anger toward both her sister for doubting her, but
especially for the guy that left. She rarely tried to help any guy
considering what happened at school; but now she was sure she had made
the right choice in staying away from guys permeantly.

"Akane, please listen. You were thrown on your rear by that guy
just because he leapt away from you. Imagine if he had attacked you,
you aren't the only one whose learned from dad. But my skills are more
into reading people, and believe that guy was WAY better. Especially
if he was able to catch you off guard like that." Nabiki crossed her
arms as she talked to her little sister.

Akane's attention though was not into the talk anymore as her soft
brown eyes caught sight of something. A little something that turned
out to be a worn out postcard by the floor of the bustop's bench.
Probably dropped by the young man that she just saw. Then her mind
flashed back to what had just happened to her.

A brief but intense memory of his blue-grey eyes came to mind,
staring at her as she held the piece of paper in her hands. But
stopped as Nabiki was waving her hand in front of her.

"Akane, are you listening to me?!?!?"

"Huh? What?"

Frustration came up on Nabiki face as she groaned out loudly.
"ARGHH! Akane were you listening to me?"

Scratching behind her head with the same hand holding the postcard
she answered her sister. "Ah.... No."

Nabiki took notice of the piece of paper in Akane's hand and raised
an eyebrow at what it could be. Coming closer as Akane still had that
goofy grin and look on her face, Nabiki tried to get a closer look
of what now she recognized as a postcard.

Then her eyes went wide when she noticed that dried blood was on it
and it caused her to move like lighting and took it away from Akane.
Or at least tried too.

Akane felt the wind shift around her as though someone trying to
snatch something away from her. Then she remembered the postcard in
her hand, and who was present with her. Nabiki, Ms. Info-Mercenary-
for-Hire. So, she reacted just as quickly and took it out reach from
Nabiki. A split-second before her right hand got a hold of it.

"Hey Nabiki, what are you trying to do? Push me?"

Nabiki got a frustrated look on her face as she growled but soon
returned to a cool exterior. She moved her hands to straighten her
school uniform and then politely coughed into her hand. Then looked
back at Akane in the same manner Akane had seen hundreds of times
before when making a deal.

[Uh-oh! What have I started here?]

* * *

Ranma stopped not too far away from where he had awakened and was
still able to see the girls that had awoken him. His ribs ached as
the renewed actions of motion had moved old wounds. His right hand
going quickly to his left ribs as he hugged himself. But kept one of
his eyes still looking at the girls before him.

Then his eyes went wide when he saw the piece of paper the girl
with long bluish-black hair held in her hands. The same girl that had
awakened him and he had accidentally knocked over in reaction. He was
going to try and jump back toward them and snatch away the postcard
but his body had other ideas. The dull ache in his ribs intensified as
old and healing cuts over his body opened up slightly. The pain that
had been dulled by rush of adrenaline from his last little escapade
multiplied now that it had warn off.

"AAARRGGGHHHH!!!!!"

He screamed out in pain as some of the deeper cuts had reopened
rather harshly. He fell to his knees as he kept himself off the floor
with his left fist planted on the ground.

"Oh damn. That hurt!!!"

* * *

The man known as Dr. Ono Tofu was a rather quiet and peaceful man
with his long chestnut brown hair kept securely tied in a ponytail.
He had gone into the profession to become a doctor for two very
important reasons; one he wanted to help people and had had experience
as a doctor's aid when very young, and two, was the young woman he had
met that said he would make a good doctor someday.

The day had started out slowly and at the moment no patients had
come in and no appointments were set up for this day. Normally any
other person in his profession would be angered at this, mainly due to
the fact that they weren't making any money that day. But he was not
that type of person, which is why he had his practice and a clinic
located where it was.

And today it seemed he would have a quiet day to relax and catch up
in his readings over newly discovered medicines and techniques to help
out his patients. Or at least, until he heard a rather loud but faint
scream of someone in pain; followed by the sound of a thump. Or to his
trained hearing, someone falling down in pain and it was coming from
the top of his home. Right above his apartment that was located above
his clinic.

"What the...?"

Tofu soon acted and began to run into the hallway to reach the end
of it where the doorway and stairs to roof were. As soon as he reached
the top, he looked around until his eyes and attention were caught by
the sight of an unconscious Japanese youth in Chinese clothing.
Quick thinking, he rushed over and immediately checked his pulse.
Finding one, but very faint; he picked him up and brought him down to
his clinic.

As Tofu carried the unconscious youth toward the medical table in
his office, his hand holding the head of the boy until his hand
brushed on something. Feeling some form of two bumps on his neck, as
soon as he set him down, he turned him over to see if it was a serious
injury of some sort.

As the young man in Chinese clothing faced to the side, he pushed
off the long pigtail and kneeled down to get a better view. Once doing
so, he positioned his glasses and got a better view of the two bumps
at the base of the neck. Twin dark circles surrounded the bumps, with
twin dots at the center of them as well.

"Hmm."

Getting a close look, Tofu knew that these welts were not natural
in the way they looked or felt. He could almost feel some sort of heat
or energy being given off by these particular lesions. As he realized
that heat of some sort was being given off, Dr. Tofu began to extend
his ki to see if perhaps he could help heal it in some way. What
happened next, was not what he had been expecting to happen.

Small but hard black coils of some kind extend out of the two
wounds and began to wrap them selves around the young man on the
table. Pieces of what looked like green-grayish armor began to tightly
secure itself around the boy. Then, in a matter of seconds, where lay
a young man in a red Chinese shirt and black drawstring pants now,
lay an unusual looking being with glowing yellow eyes and light-green
colored armor.

"Oh my."

* * *

His eyes opened rather slowly and painfully as the light of the
room was in now blasted their way into his skull. Shutting the back
down, he started to get up as he slightly shook his head in hopes of
removing the sharp stings of pain without very much success. After a
while he got his bearings and opened his eyes slowly but cautiously
this time and noticed something almost immediately.

One thing, he was no longer outside as he saw the white and yellow
room that he was now in. Two, his wounds looked tended to and he was
no longer bleeding profoundly. And three, this all meant he was in a
clinic or hospital room of some kind. Now, the question to answer was
who had helped him, but also, was he in friendly territory or enemy?

"Oh, I see your awake."

Turning around fast, he came face to face with he guessed was his
savior, for the time being. He looked his opponent up and down, sizing
him up if he had to later take him down. The man was obviously older
than him, by about four or six years and was an obvious martial artist
of some kind. He moved with grace that was far more skilled than any
person with some athletic background.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I made you some maple tea and
got some honey crackers from the pantry in my little kitchen. I hope
you don't think of me to forward." Turned the tall, young adult that
he eyed rather cautiously. Judging from his height and weight and
obvious physique, he guessed the guy to be very good at what he did.
But obviously, not as good as him; especially with his new trump card,
and... curse, in his mist.

He got the crackers and tea carefully from the where the man had
put them and began to eat a moderate speed. Something he had found out
in his recent troubles and moments of fighting for his life, always
eat and savor your meal as it was your last. But always keep caution
close cause you never know when it will be your best friend.

"My name is Dr. Ono Tofu, but you can call me Dr.Tofu. Whatever
you'd like actually. Heh." The young doctor smiled and laughed rather
a bit too carefully and he noticed that the young man knew something
that was making him just as cautious around him. He didn't like that
he felt this feeling he was getting from him, but otherwise his
instincts told him to trust him.

After eating his first three crackers slowly and his first sip of
tea, he answered back the young doctor. "My name is Saotome Ranma,
heir to the Saotome Musabetsu Kakuto Ryuu. Please to meet you Dr.Tofu."

Ranma turned around and bowed politely to the doctor before him.
Though his father had tried to remove this type of things from his
personality over the years, Ranma learned at a young age to hide
things from his dad. His mom had trained this to be apart of him and
before leaving, he had promised her never to forget them. He had acted
like a jerk most of his life, but only in the presence of his dad. His
father always did bring out both the best and the worst in him.

"Musabetsu Kakuto Ryuu? You mean Anything Goes?"

Ranma looked up toward his host and raised his left eyebrow as he
wondered why he had spoken his school's name like that. He was about
to ask when the doctor spoke.

"I know of another family that used to teach that school around
here, a few years back. Their family name was Tendo, the father and
instructor of the school was Soun-san."

Ranmas' eyes shot open to the near size of dinner plates, Soun
Tendo was nearby and his way to protect his mom was at last at hand.
Ranma began to try and speak, but the for the first time in his life,
words, no matter what type, failed him. For the moment that is.

"In fact, they still here. His daughters tend to visit me here
every so often." As Tofu spoke out his words, there was a knock at the
door.

"Excuse me Ranma-kun." Tofu proceeded to turn around and head for
the door as Ranma tried to make his mouth speak out the words he
wanted ask.

From the other room, Ranma overheard the doctor greet somebody at
the door, but his voice sounded different. Almost,... giddish.

"Kasumi! What pleasant surprise."

His eyebrow arched up again and Ranma decided to peek from the side
opening of the doorway to see what was happening. What he saw nearly
made him fall flat on his face. The same cool headed and calm
answering doctor who had attended him was glowing with an aura. And
not just a normal aura, but an EXTREMELY happy aura. [What the?!?!?]

"Oh Dr.Tofu, I just came to give you back your book on medicine, it
was most insightful to read. Thank you again for..." Kasumi then noted
a pair of blue-grey eyes staring at her from across the room. She
blushed for a moment as she felt those eyes boring into her like a
drill but managed to compose herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry doctor, I didn't know you had a patient here. Maybe
its' best I leave." But before she could go, Tofu grabbed her hand
which only seemed to intensify the happy aura about him. His cheeks
to were now as bright as tomatoes.

"You don't have to leave Kasumi, I was just telling Ranma-kun about
your family in fact."

At this bit of information, Ranma's ears perked up and his
attention for the moment increased. So, he began to speak more openly
and freely than he had before. Stepping forward with calm and
maturity, Ranma began to speak.

"Your a part of the Tendo family, Soun Tendo who practices
Musabetsu Kakuto Ryuu?"

"Anything Goes style of fighting? Why yes, why do you wish to know
about it though? Are you seeking tutelage in the art?"

Ranma smiled, his cold barrier of maturity breaking with the
innocence that rang within the voice of the young woman before him.
He simply stepped forward and began to speak like the person he
normally was, without walls of protection up around himself.

"No Kusami-san, I'm seeking Soun Tendo because I think he can help
locate someone I'm searching for. I had a postcard from my father in
my hands earlier, but I... lost it... recently. I believe my father
knew yours in some way."

Tofu's attention and manner changed at what he had just heard,
going from the goofy man in love, to a serious and cautious protector.
He stepped closer to Kasumi in case this could lead to anything wrong,
especially from what he viewed earlier from this... young person.

"Oh my. I'll take you to him right now if you'd like, I'm sure we
can help you in any fashion or way if you need." Kasumi answered in a
innocent way that only served to lower Ranma's guard even lower. There
was just something in the way she talked that only made him want to
lower his guard completely.

Bowing with great respect in the way of the Shaolin priest, he had
one hand in an open palm as his other hand in fist touched it. It was
a sign of his long tutelage in his years wandering and training with
his father. From the places he visited both in Japan and mostly
throughout China.

Tofu raised an eyebrow in suspicion at this, and simply logged it
away in his mind for later inspection.

Kasumi blushed a bit at the maturity and respect the young man
before her was showing. She had not expected one as young as he to
act even more mature that even her. She could wonder what sort of life
he must've endured and experienced to grown up so fast in this world.

"Thank you Tendo-san, I'd really appreciate your help with my
search."

At this point Dr.Tofu had to inquire a little bit of information
out of the young man known as Ranma. He still felt a little suspicious
of this person before him and of what he said.

"Ranma, can you tell us what happened to your father?"

As soon as Ranma heard the question, he changed in personality as
he raised the emotional wall of protection back up. His face went from
the happy and smiling back to the near stone cold deprived stature.
His defenses went up as he then proceeded to act and answer the
personal question by the young doctor. But seeing that he had saved
him earlier, he would tell him something. A half truth.

"My father and I ran into some... trouble back in China. He ended
up paying for his mistakes and possibly cursing the rest of our
family. That is the reason that I need to find my mother."

Before Tofu could fully answer Ranma and inquire more of what he
had said, Kasumi interfered. "Oh my, of course I'll help you
Ranma-kun, if you wish, you could come with me right now back to home
to speak with father."

Ranma bowed again and began to follow the eldest Tendo back toward
her home and her father. Tofu on the other hand interjected.

"Excuse Kasumi, but I think I'll come with you. Afterall, Ranma
here is a patient and I need to be with him in case anything starts
up again." Tofu spoke as he kept a cautious eye toward Ranma.

Ranma turned around with a glare to Dr.Tofu, but received a glare
back at him. But at the moment, Ranma came to understand more in that
expression than before. The young doctor was in love with the young
Tendo girl and Ranma could guess that he did not trust him. So, in
order to assure him that nothing bad would come of it, he answered.

"Kasumi, I think Dr.Tofu is right. He did just find me badly hurt
and in need of medical help. And although I do heal fast, he may need
to be around to help me." [Plus he loves you and doesn't trust me to
be alone with you as well.] He added the last part within his thoughts.

"Oh, of course he can come." Ranma raised the eyebrow yet again as
he looked upon Kasumi, as she had a rather none-seen blush to her
cheek.

[Oh, now I understand.] Thought Ranma. "Thank you Tofu-sensei,
thank you Kasumi-san. Maybe its best we should leave now." Spending
the past year on the run had really helped Ranma with his acting and
sense of character. To sum degree.

The three soon began walking their way toward the Tendo home as
Kasumi walked peacefully and happy. Tofu walked happy as he looked on
Kasumi but worry with a little fear when he looked at Ranma. Ranma
just walked with them with his cool poker face and despite he played
the game VERY bad, his emotions and body were in check right now.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The door to the Tendo home opened and in walked in Kasumi as her
guests followed.

"Father, I'm home." Answered Kasumi as she and her guests were
removing their shoes. Then leaving them off, by the front door.

"Ah Kasumi, your back. How was your visit to..." Soun Tendo's
little conversation with daughter was interrupted when he saw he had
guests. He knew Dr.Tofu immediately but not the young man that came
with them. Tofu had been a friend of the family since forever, since
he had been a mere apprentice of the old doctor that practiced where
he now did.

"I know Tofu well, but who is are our other guest Kasumi?"

"Oh father, this is..."

"My name is Ranma, Tendo-sama."

"Oh, please to meet you Ranma-san. May I ask what brings you here
with my eldest daughter and the good young doctor to my home?"

Ranma bowed toward Soun as he had learned a while back from his
father that sometimes pretending to act nice can get you some things.
Especially when you didn't want to hurt anyone around you or cause
trouble. Trouble was something he was starting to get very tired off,
though it seems it was going to be apart of him always, like white on
rice, thunder and lightning.

"I've come to understand that you're a friend of my family, or at
least, my father. And because of that I've come to ask you for some
information."

Soun's curiosity was intrigued at this point and couldn't help but
wonder who Ranma was talking about. "And who is your father Ranma-san?"

"His name WAS Saotome Genma."

* * *

Waves washed up and against the shores of this crystal clean beach
as the winds blew serenely. Nothing but the natural sounds of birds
and nature of the beach could be heard for miles. That is, until a
small black motor raft could be seen coming in the direction of the
shores of Japan.

As the boat smoothed its way onto land, three men in business suits
walked off with decency and grace. One of the gentlemen was at least
seven feet tall, his features looking of European origins. His
platinum blonde hair cut crisp and short, matching well with his
lightly tanned skin. His black business shoes touching the beach,
accenting his black Armoni business suit and blood red tie with white,
collarless shirt.

As he walked, a small cellular phone in his front pocket went off
and walked further inland to answer it. Leaving behind his two
associates, dressed in similar suits; excepts one was emerald green
and the others, a dark red. Both men looked similar to each other, as
they both had raven black hair, the one in the green suits' was long
and kept in a ponytail. The other in the red suit, had it the same
length, but kept it securely tied in a classic, Chinese pigtail. Both
men were of Asian decent, but their exact origins, remaining a mystery.

The taller of the three, in the black suit, came back toward his
foot smaller compatriots, and spoke in a baritone voice. His left
hand, placing the phone he had just finished talking too, back in its
place in his suit.

"Mr.Ekert wishes for the unit not to be destroyed, so we'll have
to take the kid in, in one piece. You hear that;... Hei, Lei?"

In one voice, the two Asian males, now determined to be of Chinese
decent, spoke as one. "Yeah we get it Vincent, the boss wants the
gizmo in that brat safe and sound."

This time, the one in green called Lei, spoke first. "Can't promise
anything that might happen should we run up against him, though."

"The brat did seem to be a fighter the way he took out Jax and
Yoshiki." Add in the other look-a-like named Hei. "Remember that
Vince."

"Your right, as always, but a promise is a promise and we better
keep this one for our sake. Mr.Ekert doesn't like to be....
disappointed... with us." Answered Vincent. "Believe me, from what
I've 'personally' seen, you just don't want that to happen. The
consequences can be... dire to our health."

"Alright." Answered both psychotic looking males. With that said,
Vince changed as he took on a more human-wolf and dinosaur look. Then
the twins changed as well, taking on insect looking forms. Hei
looking more like a praying mantis and Lei looking more grasshopper
like. With that done, the creatures took off, leaving behind three
torn suits in search for the person with the 'unit' in their body.

To be continued...

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Well, tell me what you think. Should I continue this little fusion
fic or drop it as a lost cause. This is still the first part and I
haven't started on a second, so you tell me if its worth the time
or just waste of good daylight.

Til the next time, later.

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Author's Note:

UPDATE: 4/27/01

Took sometime to check out how my little story here is looking
by reviews and what I read, it gives me hope. Nice to know that
alot people gave my little fic here a chance and like it. Like it was
mentioned earlier, I've got finals coming up so I won't have much time
to work on this, but I WILL work on it. Thanks for the reviews and the
good comments, this will definitely want to make me continue this
little tale continuing. Thanks again.