Disclaimer: Inuyasha, Ranma and Yuu Yuu Hakusho don't belong to me.
Authors Note: watches 3-legged tortoise pass eh, still going very slowly ...
Kagome - 20
Ranma - 18
Yusuke - 15
Yusuke looked at the slip of paper before he watched his mother pick up her coffee and sip it.
"Okaa . . ."
With an irritated face showing his displeasure at his progress so far Yusuke picked the receiver up from its cradle and began to dial.
The shrill ring of a cell phone echoed in his ears until there was a hollow click that declared his call being answered.
"Moshi moshi, Genkaku Shippo speaking." Was the sharp greeting of the man on the other end, Yusuke nearly dropped the phone in shock, how the hell had his old lady gotten the personal number of one of Tokyo's most respected and successful businessmen!
"Yeah, I'm Urameshi Yusuke ..." He didn't get a chance to finish his introduction as Shippo cut him off.
"I see. You want to know why you're suddenly cut off from your relatives. Higurashi Kagome, your cousin, is in grave danger and I'm taking her and the rest of her family to my manor. If you want to know more I'll send a limo to pick you and your mother up."
His frustration turned to seething anger as his hand gripped the receiver tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.
"Of course I want to know what the hell's going on...!"
"Good. Your ride will be there in and hour. I suggest the both of you pack and set your affairs for at least a month in order. Tell no one! Kagome's life depends on it!" And to end the less than three minute conversation, Shippo hung up. Leaving Yusuke Urameshi, badass of the three realms staring at the phone as his mind caught up with the conversation.
Kagome's in danger.
A scowl developed.
Someone dares to threaten one of the gentlest members of my family.
His hand clenched the receiver of the phone so tightly in his fury that his knuckles turned white.
That someone will die!
The thin plastic shell of the receiver cracked ad shattered under the pressure of the Spirit Detective's hand, piercing and scratching the flesh of his palm and fingers, drawing enough blood to drip from his hand and form a small pool of crimson on the hardwood floor.
Yusuke, in his all consuming rage, didn't notice the pain.
Packed and ready to go, Atsuko and her delinquent son withed in the lobby of their building for the promised limousine ride. Yusuke had told his mother what Shippo had told him and for what was possibly the first time in her son's life, Atsuko had hurried.
At that moment, Kurama walked into the lobby and blinked in surprise as he took in the scene of both Yusuke and his mother surrounded by bags.
"Yusuke? What's going on? Are you and your mother moving out?"
"Yo, 'kaa-san, back in a sec!" He called before ushering Kurama to the corner of the lobby. "Look." he whispered. "There's a family emergency. I can't tell you more than that. So when the toddler comes lookin' for me, tell him I'll be back when the crises is over."
A limousine pulled up to the front of the building and Atsuko yelled to her wayward son that their ride was here and it was time to go. Giving Kurama a friendly thump on the back Yusuke jogged to his mother, picked up most of the bags, carried them outside and loaded them in the black automobile himself.
Kurama was left blinking in confusion and trying to piece together what had just happened to his friend and leader of the Tantei Reikai.
Ranma waved a quiet goodbye to his aunt's family before running outside and gathering his chi in his legs made the leap across four lanes of Tokyo rush hour traffic to a house rooftop. From there his sprint to the Tendo Dojo of Indiscriminate Grappling in the Nerima district. Leaping and sanding on foofs of both modern and old fashioned make unmindful of the pedestrians below glancing up ans staring at his almost flying form with great incredulity.
Almost ta the dojo, gotta somehow make sure that I ain't followed so Nabiki don't find out where I am and sell it ta th' highest bidder.
He thought of ways that he could evade detection, and his battle trained mind answered the call for a strategic way to vanish.
Instinct is a warrior's best friend. On the battlefield of war it gave advance warning of an immanent attack, allowing the warrior enough time to defend his or herself. In the urban area of Tokyo named Nerima it was so chaotic that the instinct of a martial artist served the same purpose. This is especially true for the 18 year old Ranma Saotome; and as he approached the border of the Nerima district he turned his awareness of the surrounding area from the 'average' position to 'hyper sensitive'; a setting that had saved his life uncountable times during the past two years.
Now it was this awareness that made him stop and look down at the street below when he sensed a high buildup of chi.
Granted it was nowhere near the level of power used by Nerima Wrecking Crew, but it was high enough to grab his attention.
Then the screams began.
"Kami-sama!"
"It's huge!"
"Move it morons! Let the professionals handle this!" Someone snapped. Ranma blinked and watched as a rather short woman shove aside a police officer. "Hooooo ... Ten'ou wasn't kidding when she said you were a big boy! What's the zoo been feeding you?"
He watched in fascination as the woman's chi ... changed.
She dropped on her hands so she was eye level with the beast, and her chi copied the lizard's aura. Ranma had no doubt that the animal was seeing and smelling another of his kind.
He watched as zoo personnel looped catch-poles around it's neck and a helicopter lowered a transport crate. Then everything went to hell when they attempted to blindfold it.
The technique interrupted, the lizard began thrashing violently and the woman lashed out at them verbally.
And loudly.
"You mother-fucking morons! I had him! Aaarrrrggg! Fine, you don't want my help? Then all you bastards are On Your Own!"
His eyes followed her as she angrily spat out a few more things before getting into her truck. Ranma made sure to memorize the logo on it.
It was entirely possible he'd just found someone with the ability to give him full control of the Neko-ken.