Disclaimer: Don't own Ranma or Sailor Moon. Rumiko Takahashi and Naoko Takeuchi own them, respectively.

Just recently got Sailor Moon Super S. If you wanna see what all the Senshi look like while on stupid pills, this is the season for you. Ironically, it made me like Chibi-usa more, mainly cause her intelligence doesn't lower. I think she went highlander on everyone else… Anyways, it did have some great scenes, but frankly, there were so many things they could have done to improve! someone tell me that Sailor Stars is better!

Bit late, but I just started college, so meh.

Probs should have mentioned this before. Sailor Moon, Anime, Post season three. Ranma, Manga, Manga 20ish (I only have 19, but its happening after the martial arts cheerleading.)

Chapter 4

"Mako-chan, are you sure you want to do this?"

Makoto stopped adjusting her shirt and pants and turned to Usagi, who was staring at her along with the rest of the group.

"I mean, he has pretty much come out and said he doesn't want to see you any more. I don't want to see you hurt!" Usagi continued.

"Don't worry about me! I'm just going to see how he can do all those things he did!" Makoto exclaimed, trying to reassure Usagi.

Minako shook her head. "You aren't fooling anyone, Mako-chan. But I'm so impressed that you haven't given up yet!" She said, sparkles in her eyes.

Ami looked concerned. "I don't know if such tenacity is such a good thing, Minako. Makoto, you really should have just forgotten him."

Makoto stared at her reflection. "I can't…" She whispered, too low for the others to hear. "No matter what, I always remember him."

Makoto turned from the mirror. "Well, I'll be off now. Are you sure this address is accurate?" Makoto asked Ami while holding up a piece of paper.

"It should be. He spent most of yesterday at that location, as well as staying there all night. If that isn't where he lives, then I don't know what he is doing." Ami said, checking her computer. "That's where he is right now, at least."

Makoto waved to them as she left the shrine, walking sedately for a few steps before picking up speed and hurdling down the stairs. Chibi-Usa stared at the spot on the steps where a blur had just passed by. She chose to ignore it, and concentrated on putting on her best angry expression, while purposefully stomping up the steps.

The other four Senshi were about to sneak after Makoto when the shrine door slammed open. Slowly, they turned, to see the sight of a pink haired girl with one of the angriest expressions they had ever seen.

"Uh, hi Chibi-Usa," Usagi said nervously. Chibi-Usa didn't say anything, content to glare at them for several seconds.

Finally though, she couldn't contain it anymore. "Why haven't you guys been calling me when the monsters come!!??" She yelled at the inners, the force blowing their hair around.

"Err, well, that is…" They all said nervously.

"Well, we just… didn't think it would be right to call you to fight an unknown enemy if we had any choice in the matter," Rei said, while the others sweated nervously.

"Is that it?" Chibi-Usa asked, glaring at them.

"Yes that's…" Rei started, before she was interrupted.

"Waaaaah!" Usagi started bawling. "The meanie Rei said she was tired of me being late! Then we started arguing!" Usagi said while still bawling. "And then, it was too late! It's all Rei's fault!"

Rei's face twitched. "Usagi… she didn't need to know that!" She cried before leaping onto Usagi, restarting the face-pulling contest they had begun several days ago.

The others groaned. Minako shook her head. "Yup, because of the fight we didn't have enough time to call you."

Chibi-Usa sighed. 'They don't fight like this in the future…do they???' She asked herself, trying to remember but not coming up with anything.

Elsewhere, Makoto was riding a train to the Nerima Ward. As a Senshi, she could have gotten there pretty fast, but Makoto wasn't about to transform just to go meet her old Sempai.

'Finally, I can meet him, just the two of us! And he won't be able to run away! Then we can be like we were in the old days!' The optimistic part of Makoto exclaimed.

However, the pessimistic part also had something to say. 'Its not like I haven't already talked to him. Maybe he found another girl on that trip of his?'

Makoto shook her head to clear her thoughts. 'I guess I'll have to find out, now won't I?'

The object of her thoughts was currently trying to avoid falling unconscious.

"Akane! What happened to Kasumi? Why didn't she cook!?" He asked, doubled over and holding his stomache.

Akane glared at him. "She went out to get groceries! And since I know you were hungry now, I decided to be nice and cook some food for you! You should be grateful!"

Ranma struggled to stand upright. Even after all this time, Akane's cooking could still take him out of commission if he ate enough of it. "Nice? How is poisoning me nice!?" He exclaimed, only to receive a pound on the head.

"Its nice because I went out of my way to cook for you! So maybe I accidentally added salt instead of sugar! It can't be as bad as you are making it out to be!" Akane exclaimed, growling angrily.

"I think… you did a bit more than just that." Ranma muttered under his breath. After a few more minutes, his system managed to shake off the effects of the cooking. He eyed the poison on a plate with a healthy respect. Had he eaten any more of it, he would have been bedridden.

A panda walked into the room, before noticing the food on the table. "Don't want any, boy?" The sign asked. Without even waiting for an answer, the panda scooped up the food and shoveled it down his throat. The panda stood there for several seconds, before going cross-eyed and collapsing to the ground.

"Boy, how could you not tell me Akane cooked this!?" Genma's sign said.

Ranma stared down at the fallen figure. "Cause you didn't give me a chance to. Besides, now you can see what I have to go through cause of you." Ranma said to the panda.

Both heard a snap. A glowing Akane growled and tossed the chopsticks she had been holding aside. "If you hate it so much…"

"…Then get out of here!" Akane yelled, as Ranma and Genma both flew out of the room. Akane huffed, and headed to the kitchen to try cleaning up the mess she had made. After staring at it for a few seconds, she decided that she would wait for her sister's help.

Ranma picked himself up. "Having fun, old man?" He asked the panda, who had tears coming out of its eyes.

"You should have eaten all of it!" The sign said. The panda held up a second one. "Then I would not have to suffer!"

Ranma kicked Genma in the stomach. The panda's eyes crossed and it looked even sicker than it had been before.

Ranma began to debate whether he wanted to stay and eat Kasumi's cooking or head out to one of the restaurants staffed by one of his fiancées. After several minutes of deliberation, however, someone knocked on the door.

Akane left the kitchen and answered the door. Ranma had almost reached a conclusion when Akane yelled out, "Ranma, get over here!"

Ranma headed to the door. "What is it you… Makoto?" Ranma gulped.

Makoto bowed. "Hi, Sempai!" She exclaimed.

Ranma looked at Akane, whose eyes had started to narrow, nervously. "Um, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you." Makoto said. "You kept leaving so suddenly. I know you couldn't have really meant what you said!"

Akane's started to glow slightly. She turned to Ranma. "Who is this? Another fiancée?" She asked dangerously.

Ranma shook his head in denial. "No! She isn't a fiancée! She's just my old girlfriend!" He yelled at her.

The glow intensified. "What… did you say?" Akane asked him while twitching. Makoto looked confused.

Ranma blinked. "What did I say?" He wondered aloud. After a few second of thought parsing, he realized just what he had said. "Oh hell…"

"You idiot!" Akane cried, belting him into lower earth orbit using the patented female fist of rage. She spun to face Makoto.

Makoto took several steps backwards, her hands reaching into a pocket for her henshin stick. "Just what are you?!"

"I'm a martial artist!" She exclaimed. "What is your business with that jerk? Are you coming to claim him just like every other drooling hussy out there?" Akane asked Makoto dangerously.

Makoto let go of the henshin stick. If she really was human, Makoto couldn't use it on her. "Look, I just wanted to talk to Ranma. Just what is your relation to him? Cousin?"

Akane shook her head, the glow having trailed off as the object of her rage left her vision. "No, I'm his fiancée." Akane said.

Makoto staggered backwards as if struck. "F-f-fiancée?!" Makoto exclaimed. "He's already proposed to you?"

Akane stared at her as if she was mad. "Proposed? Of course not. That jerk can't say a decent thing even when he tries. I don't want to be engaged to him. Our parents arranged it!"

Makoto blinked. "Its an arranged marriage?" She asked.

Akane nodded. "Yeah. So you had better just leave him alone. He has got a whole bunch of other girls after him, and they like playing rough." Akane stated. She frowned. "You are really an old girlfriend of Ranma?"

Makoto was having a hard time understanding what Akane had been saying. "Yeah, we were going out for a while." She said. "What do you mean a whole bunch of other girls after him?"

"Basically, his father engaged him to every girl under the sun, and he picked one up in China. He claims to not like them chasing him, but if he really meant it he would do something about it." Akane muttered.

Akane sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have dinner to work on." Akane said, before slamming the door in Makoto's face.

She stomped passed Genma, who had apparently decided to take a nap on the carpet. Heedless of the mess she had already caused, Akane again began to try cooking. Now that she was somewhat alone, the emotion came boiling up to the surface. "All this time, and he had a girlfriend? And he never said anything? That jerk!" Akane exclaimed, chopping the cutting board to bits, and leaving the carrot she had been trying to cut completely untouched. Her voice softened. "Why didn't he say anything? None of this would have happened then."

Makoto was trying to wrap her mind around what she had learned with little success. Finally, she shook her head, and ran off in the direction Ranma been launched. 'Maybe he can clear up what's going on.' Makoto thought to herself. 'And I had better make sure he is all right. I saw him do some pretty amazing stuff, but if he can survive that fall, it's going to easily be the most amazing.'

Ranma-chan was busy wringing out her shirt, which had gotten wet from the pool she had landed in. She shook her head. "Just how does water manage to relocate itself under me every time I go flying? I'm sure its not where I land, but where it moves!" Ranma said, before putting the shirt back on. She hopped to her feet.

"Well, Makoto probably knows everything now. It makes things simpler, I guess." Ranma muttered. She began heading back to the Tendo dojo. "I better make sure she gets out of town safely. If Shampoo finds out, there could be a lot of trouble…" Ranma whispered.

"Maybe I shoulda just taken her on the trip. Although now I know pops wouldn't have ever allowed it." Ranma said to herself. "Argh, why has everything become so complicated?!"

"That fiasco that you perpetrated has expended a great deal of energy." A multi-toned voice seemed to echo around the area. The area being a strange room seemingly formed of pulsating power.

The voice had come from a floating figure, wrapped in layers of black power. There was no way to tell if it was male or female, as the enveloping black energy shrouded its form as like the many layers of bandages on a mummy. Elion, or the being that had recently called itself Elion, stood before it, with his head bowed.

"I am sorry master. The human I turned was full of negative energy, but a group of strangely dressed girls and a powerful man managed to stop me." Elion said. "However, they were extremely powerful! They weren't ordinary at all!"

The voice turned frigid. "You weren't defeated by them, however. You could have still escaped with the vessel. But in the end, you were defeated by a strange plant, with a small trace of positive energy in it. What have you to say about that?" The echoing voice asked.

Elion grimaced. He had hoped that the Master had not been monitoring the fight, but obviously that hope was in vain. "It was unexpected. I did not believe someone would try attacking me in such a way. It will not happen again."

"It had better not. If you waste too much more energy, I might just have to rip you apart, and use the energies for something more constructive. You are dismissed." The multi-toned voice said, before fading away. Energy wrapped around Elion, before he disappeared from the area.

Above the city of Tokyo, tendrils of darkness wrapped themselves into a ball, before a man shaped figure appeared in the center. The ball of dark power wrapped itself around him, turning into a blackish aura enveloping him in its comforting darkness.

Elion looked down on the Juuban ward. "You really aren't worth the risk, for so little gain. I can feel the negative energies, and they are unremarkable. I need a vessel of negative energies, like I had before. Then I wouldn't need to risk draining energy from people." Elion said, aloud to himself. He slowly spun, eyes closed, before thrusting out an arm, and pointing a finger towards Nerima. His eyes opened slowly.

"I didn't choose you before, because there was so much power in you. But now, I think it is time I tried harvesting some of the immense negative energies that fester inside you.

End Chapter 4