Ranma 1/2: A Whole New Adventure.

This fic was inspired by Donny Chengs fanfic Another Time, Same Place. I do not own Ranma 1/2 or its characters.

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CHAPTER 2:THE LONG AWAITED REMATCH

"R-ranma?"

Ranma turned to look at the speaker of the quiet little voice that had spoke to him. "Yeah?" He mumbled not really paying much attention, as the stain on the cup he was washing was proving stubborn to remove.

Yukari glanced at him from the corner of her eye. A blush rose across her face as she looked at him. She swallowed nervously before she spoke. "D-do you like it here...in t-the future? She asked.

"S'alright I suppose." Was his reply.

Yukari's shoulders slumped at his response. For the past fifteen minutes she had tried to start up a conversation with the pigtailed youth but he just gave her one-word answers if he didn't just nod or shrug his answers. It was frustrating as well as making her worried. What if he didn't want to speak because he thought she was ugly or boring! She would have asked him but she was far to shy to ask if he thought she was pretty.

Ranma surprisingly picked up on her shoulders slumping and her growing depression. "You okay?" He asked.

Yukari jumped slightly. Since they had been left alone to wash the dishes Ranma had only grunted responses, he had never opened his mouth to ask something himself. It took her slightly by surprise. She took a breath to calm herself. "Its just that you are not speaking much. Am i not i-interesting?" She stuttered hoping it wasn't that.

Ranma frowned slightly trying to find the best way of explaining that he felt out of place now. "Its not that, you're very interesting. I'm just tired. Sorry...I think i should go." He said deciding that would be better than saying he felt like a spare wheel now and he didn't want to be engaged to anyone. He was learning to control his foot in mouth problem slightly.

Yukari let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Okay, I'll walk you to the door." She smiled at him and turned walked towards the front door with Ranma following behind. She was relieved he was only tired and it wasn't something to do with her that had made him quiet.

As Ranma walked out of the front door he turned feeling he should say something. "Ehh..." He said scratching the back of his head. She was basically a stranger even if they were engaged. "Thanks for the food, it was good." He said thinking of the first thing that popped into his head.

"Your welcome, thank you for coming." She said in a very Kasumi like voice bowing slightly with a slight blush on her face.

Ranma smiled at her and turned and left in the normal Ranma way of roof jumping. She watched him disappear into the darkness of the growing night.

A figure watched as Ranma turned and left the Tendo compound on the rooftops. No doubt heading towards his home. The figure, completely hidden in the trees outside the Tendo house, followed the second Yukari had went back into the house.

"Father?" Perfume shouted up the stairs of the cat cafe trying to find out where he was. She needed her homework for school signed and her mother and great-great grandmother where not in the house. She walked up stairs, noticing her sister was absent from the house also. Curiosity taking over she headed into her parents room, which was strictly off limits to anyone but her parents. She remembered once, a few years ago, her and Sash had snuck into the prohibited room when her parents were downstairs in the restaurant. What they had found had stopped there and then any desire to go back in. Her parents had very weird...tastes.

After stepping into the room, praying that nothing disgusting was left within plain sight, the first thing that she noticed was that her fathers cabinet where he keep all his combat clothing and weapons was left open. Looking closer into the cabinet she noticed it was empty. For her father to take out his fighting gear must mean their was trouble. Running to her room, she grabbed her preferred weapon, her six foot Bo staff and ran to help.

"Hurry! We must find him before he does something stupid!" Cologne shouted at the purple haired woman and young pink haired girl following behind her.

Shampoo's breathing was beginning to get ragged. She may still have practiced her art but not as much or as hard as she used to in her youth. She practiced mostly to keep her figure and health more than for fighting now. "Are you sure he is going after Ranma? He may have just went on a training trip without telling us." She said her voice strained from the running.

"Don't be stupid, when does Mousse ever do anything without telling you?" Cologne snapped. "He has been acting funny since Ranma's return. He is definitely going after Ranma!"

"Why great-great grandmother?" Asked Sash in a worried tone. She didn't want her father and husband to fight.

Cologne frowned. "I don't know...Ranma tends to bring out peoples worse sides with out trying." She had a fair idea of what was going through Mousse's mind but she didn't want to say it in front of his daughter. "Lets hurry!" She ordered doubling her speed to find Mousse before he did something he would regret.

Ranma stopped his roof hopping when he sensed he was being followed. Just as he stopped and was beginning to turn around to face the stalker he was tackled from the side getting knocked off the roof two stories down into the street below.

Ranma picked himself up of the road. He looked up trying to see who had attacked him. On the roof he was on moments before, stood a smirking Mousse wearing his old white Chinese clothes Ranma was used to him wearing in his youth. He still wore the smaller glasses he had been wearing when he had first meet the older Mousse. His hair was still in its long ponytail.

"What the heck did you do that for?" Demanded a furious Ranma.

Mousse's smirk grew even more. "So Saotome, ready to die?" He asked, his voice sounding confident. Ranma may have been able to clean his clock when they were young but he now had more than twenty years more training than Ranma had. His wife might only do basic martial arts to keep her healthy but he practiced everyday in hand to hand combat as well as his hidden weapon techniques. He would even go away every couple of weeks to do some intense training in the wilderness. No way he would lose.

Ranma began to laugh. Then he began to point and laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Mousse asked beginning to lose his cool to the powerful anger that was beginning to grip him.

Ranma's laughter died down. "...You were being serious?" He asked.

Mousse growled. His hands flashed out of his robes at blinding speeds, throwing small daggers at Ranma who easily dodged them by side stepping them as though they posed no harm to him.

"That the best you got, you actually had me going for a minute there!" Ranma said closing his eyes and sighed shaking his head. He had been hoping Mousse might provide a challenge, hopefully Ryoga would give him a good fight. "I'm going if that's the best ya got duck boy." Ranma stated in an unimpressed tone. He opened his eyes but found Mousse was no longer standing on the roof glaring down at him. He looked around himself calmly trying to see where the spectacled warrior was.

"Your martial arts senses aren't what they used to be are they Saotome?" A voice said from behind him. Ranma turned to find his nose mere inches from Mousse's. "Surprised?" Mousse asked in a cocky tone, which Ranma idly wondered if it sounded like he did when he usually talks to people. A faint smirk grew at the corners of Mousse's mouth.

"FIST OF THE WHITE SWAN!" He shouted loudly, startling Ranma because of the close proximity. Faster than the eye could see, Mousse pulled out a white training potty in the shape of a swan, striking Ranma in the chest with it. He knew the blow would not hurt physically but it would hurt Ranma's pride to be caught in such a childish move.

It seemed to have worked as Ranma picked himself up with a very angry and embarrassed expression on his face. "That's it old man!" Ranma hissed through clenched teeth while trying to control the embarrassed blush that appeared on his cheeks. He was internally glad that no one had been around to witness that particularly pathetic attack actually hitting him. The sometimes duck man was mocking him.

Reaching deep into his robes Mousse pulled out a set of spiked knuckles. He slipped them on his fingers as he watched with amusement, as Ranma seemed on the verge of screaming a promise of death. Even after twenty plus years of never seeing his pigtailed enemy he still remembered exactly what to do too rile the boy up.

"I'll even fight you fair at your own level."

Ranmas embarrassment died down as anger began to rise up inside him. He fought to get his anger under control. He snorted after managing to calm himself down. An angry fighter was a messy fighter. "I don't want a handicap against an idiot like you!" Ranma grinned when Mousse's eye began to twitch. "Come at me with all ya got. It still wont be enough." He taunted getting into a defensive stance.

Mousse took an offensive stance, clenching his fist tightening his grip on his spike knuckles. "Fair enough, lets go." Was the only warning given as he threw himself at Ranma. As he neared the pigtailed youth, he lashed out into a one two combo trying to make sure Ranma dodged the first punch going directly into the path of the second.

Ranma surprised Mousse by not only smirking at him but after dodging the first punch, he caught the older mans wrist in an iron grip effectively stopping the second blow. Ranma threw a powerful punch not worrying about speed or skill. The punch connected in the face with a sickening crunch, knocking the older of the two fighters back but was quickly pulled back by the grip on his arm into a straight thrust kick to the solar plexus.

Ranma let go of Mousse's wrist the second his high-powered kick struck. Mousse rocketed away from Ranma for about fifteen feet before crashing into a wall cracking it slightly.

"Come on Mousse!" Ranma taunted to the Chinese man.

"Shut up!" Mousse growled as he picked himself up. He glared at the pigtailed boy in front of him not trying to hide his hate for him. He calmed down slightly though the look of hatred never left his face. "I overestimated myself and underestimated you. That's all." A twisted smirk crept onto the pony tailed mans face. "It wont happen again." He declared coldly deciding to go all out against him to make sure no mistakes were made.

Ranma confidant smirk turned into a frown as he readied himself for any attack his opponent might make. He knew from the start of this little fight Mousse wasn't just out to defeat him. He was out to hurt him. Seriously.

Mousse threw himself at Ranma as fast as he could. As soon as Ranma shifted position and punched at him, he darted under the punch delivering one of his own in the pigtailed boys unprotected ribs ripping into the flesh slightly.

Ranma twisted just after the punch hit whipping his foot out grazing the side of the glasses wearing fighters cheek as Mousse proved twenty-two years had dramatically increased his speed and reaction time. He shifted quickly back into a tight defensive position.

"Not bad. For a blind duck that is!" Ranma taunted ignoring the pain the blow to his ribs was causing. He inwardly was scolding himself for getting hit.

Mousse gave a short laugh unfazed by Ranmas insults. "You don't get it. I've been training for twenty years hoping that some day I could fight you again." He laughed again. "You can't win!" He declared felling he had already won. He would not get sloppy with that confidence though, he knew more than most that Ranma could beat the odds. He would play it safe and finish Ranma while he had the advantage.

He threw a dozen throwing knives towards the younger man and rushed in. Ranma dodged the projectiles but failed to dodge the fist aimed at his head. The powerful blow sent him back a few feet and opened a wide cut above his right eye. The blood had already begun to run freely down the side of his face.

Before Ranma had a chance to process what had just happened, Mousse threw two yo yo's out of his sleeves, wrapping themselves around Ranmas wrists. He gave a powerful tug pulling Ranma towards him. He jumped, kicking Ranma in the chest. The result of Ranmas momentum and Mousses kick sent Ranma into the outer wall of someone's garden, shattering it completely.

Mousse smiled at his handy work. That should have at least broken a few ribs. He watched as Ranma picked himself up from underneath the rubble that was once a wall. "I'll make you a deal. You leave now, never return and I'll let you live. How does that sound?" Mousse offered.

Ranma picked himself up and smiled slightly at the man in front of him. It wasn't a smile of arrogance or confidence. It was a sad smile. Mousse had never really seen Ranma with that kind of smile before. "Ya know Mousse, that's what I would like to do. I really would." He said quietly though Mousse heard it. The sadness disappeared from the time challenged boys face as quick as it came, only to be replaced by a determined look.

"I cant though. I've got a family that cares for me and no one is going to keep me from them" He told the Chinese man in a tone that dared him to try and keep him away from them. Ranma wiped the blood from his face. He frowned at the Chinese man deciding to go on the offensive instead of defensive.

"Fine do it the hard…" He never got to finish the sentence as he had to quickly side step to avoid Ranmas axe kick and could only wonder for a second how Ranma had closed the gap between them so quick as he was punched in the side of the face by a quick jab, which was followed up by three more. Mousse dodged them barely but had to block the elbow aimed at his chest.

With a firm grip on his elbow, Mousse twisted the caught arm. Ranma lashed out lightning quick striking Mousse three times in the leg dropping the older man to the ground. Ranma kicked out at the dropped man hitting him in the face.

Mousse rolled away from the attacking boy who let the man up before renewing his assault. Mousse tried to keep him away with throwing weapons and ranged attacks, which were easily dodged. Mousse wasn't trying to hit Ranma with the attacks though, he was just buying time to ready himself for his next move. When Ranma got within striking range Mousse jumped into the air, ripping his robe off and threw it towards the Japanese boy.

Ranmas vision was obscured as Mousse's robe was thrown at him. He felt a sharp pain shooting up his back as he swatted away the Chinese clothing. He watched as Mousse finished his leap, landing on a mailbox behind him. Ranma turned to fully look at the Chinese man who now stood topless balancing on one leg. He had three sharp metal claws about ten inches long strapped on the back of each of his hands. He noticed he also had them on his feet too.

Ranma glared at the bare-chested man as he felt something wet trickle down his back. He touched the wetness on his back feeling three narrow slash marks going through his red shirt and into his flesh.

"Modified Hawks Talons." Mousse said when Ranma noticed his weaponry and felt his wound.

Ranma had underestimated Mousse. He thought Mousse would be a little stronger after all this time but not this much. He rushed the Chinaman ready aiming punch at his head. Mousse tensed slightly then pushed off the mailbox with such force and speed that it bent. He curled himself into a ball whilst he was heading for the pigtailed boy.

Ranma didn't even blink as Mousse rolled into a ball while flying at him at high speeds. He just concentrated a little more. The two crashed together with such force that the blows dealt by each fighter could be heard from a streets away. They two combatants were thrown from each other as their numerous blows landed. Mousse landed semi awkwardly as he landed on his back but was on his feet the second he touched the ground about thirty feet from where he had been. Ranma landed with all the grace of a brick as head meet wall with a meaty thud, shattering the brick causing a large veil of smoky dust to rise up.

Mousse straightened to full height felling rather proud of himself for beating the arrogant woman stealer. The attacks that he had struck Ranma with would not kill him but the youth would not rise for a long while. His sense of accomplishment lasted only a moment as the dust settled and Ranma began to pick himself up.

Perfume heard a loud crash not to far to the west of where she was. Deciding that would be a better place to start her search for her father and what ever trouble he had gotten into, she turned began roof hopping at rate even her mother would probably not have been able to keep up with, not even in her youth.

A shiver went up her spine. She gripped her staff tighter sensing something bad was about to happen.

Cologne cursed under her breath when she heard the faint clash of battle in the opposite direction they had been traveling. It seems Mousse had not wanted anyone to interfere with what he was doing and had lead a fake trail before heading after Saotome. She turned to look at the young girls following her.

"We've been going the wrong way." Was all she said as she did a 180 heading back the way they came at a faster rate than before if that was even possible. The two younger females just groaned then turned following the wizened old woman.

Ranma rose from the shattered remains of what was once a wall. He ignored the pain in his right arm where Mousses claw had dug deep into the flesh. He spat a mouth full of blood onto the ground trying to rid him of the coppery taste.

Mousse stared in open disbelief at the now vertical boy. "I-IMPOSSIBLE!" Screamed the bare-chested fighter. The blow would not have killed Ranma but no way should the boy have been able to get up. He should be unconscious at least. Not standing in front of him with only an injured arm.

"Not impossible, you just have to know how to dodge it." He grimaced at the pain shooting up his arm. "Well not dodge but how to avoid the brunt of the attack." He corrected himself. It hadn't been that hard. Mousses attack was very simply really. He just moved at high speeds while continuously flipping to attack. If you could avoid the razor sharp claws extending from the moving human ball it was nothing more than a fancy ramming technique.

No, no, no. Mousse mentally screamed. History was repeating itself. On of his trusted powerful moves made useless by that damned Saotome. No. He would win. He had to. Gathering up his energy he prepared to do the move again.

'Not again!' Ranma thought speeding towards the grown-up warrior. Just before Mousse began his airborne attack, an Amaguriken struck him square in the chest. After a couple of seconds and over three hundred punches later Ranma jumped away from the older man just as he collapsed backwards, his claw like weapons falling from him.

"FATHER!"

Ranma turned towards the feminine yell to find a familiar looking girl staring down at him from the same rooftops he had been attacked on.

Perfume stared in worry at her fathers' prone form. Her concerned face twisted into a furious mask of anger. "What have you done?" She asked in a cold dangerous tone as she jumped from the roof landing gracefully a few meters from Ranma. She immediately got into a defensive stance with her staff held out in front of her.

"I didn't do nothin'!" Ranma moaned, part at her and part at the heavens. Why? Why did it always happen to him? He was walking home when -blam- he's knocked of a roof and attacked yet he's now the bad guy!

Perfume finally took notice of who was standing in front of her. It was the imposter that she had meet earlier. She noticed her father slowly getting to his feet. Quickly deciding to buy him the time he needed to recover, she changed stance and went on the offensive.

"Whoa, Whoa!" Ranma tried to reason with her while dodging a mixture of kicks and staff thrusts. "Wait a minute will yo-" The rest was cut off as the end of the staff slammed into his right temple making his vision darken in his right eye. A kick delivered to the space in the center of his shoulder blades told him Mousse had now recovered.

Dodging the follow up swing, Ranma tripped the girl not wanting to hurt her. She jumped over the sweeping leg and his chest connected with the butt of her wooden weapon sending the red shirted martial artist backwards. Mousse used this to his advantage hoping to finish the boy. He reached back and swung his large fist with all his might towards the back off the pigtailed boys head.

Fist meet air as Ranma ducked the blow and delivered several of his own to Mousses unprotected midsection. The power was not very much but the speed was. Plus hitting the exact same spot over again tended to seriously hurt. Mousse staggered in reverse from the boy to get his wind back as his daughter once again brought the fight to the blue-eyed youth.

Perfume was surprised to say the least. She had tested the boy earlier today and found no clue to say he was a fighter. Especially to this caliber. Not only was he seconds away from defeating her father before she came but also now he was fighting them both. Evenly with out having to hit her! The only people she knew who could do that were Happosai and Cologne.

Ranma dodged another savage blow from the angry black haired girl when Mousses had come back for more. He was internally glad Mousse had arrogantly thrown away his robes at the start of their fight. It would have been a pain to fight them both with him pulling god knows what weapons out from those sleeves of his.

Ranma deftly ducked under Mousses punch-kick combo. He back-flipped over the attacking Perfume, taking a grazing blow to his shoulder as he did. After landing neatly behind her he grabbed the staff with his right hand as she swung it round from the right. He gripped it firmly before snapping the staff with his left fore arm.

Perfume gave out a scream of rage at her favorite weapon being broken and quickly lashed out at the boy. He ducked and grabbed her out stretched arm and using her momentum from the punch, he threw her. Not a throw meant for hurting but one to get her away.

Rushing in with a fly kick, which was dodged by Ranma as he rolled underneath, Mousse turned to face his pigtailed nemesis. Mousse stared at the glowing mass of blue energy in Ranmas hands.

"MOKO TAKABISHA!" Ranma roared as he fired the gathered energy at Mousses chest. The impact knocked Mousse tumbling on the ground about fifty yards down the street unconscious. Everything that had taken place since Perfume had been thrown had only taken a few seconds. Perfume had only just regained her footing when she saw her father tumbling down the street, skidding to a stop next to her.

A snarl of fury came from the girl as she rushed the to her fathers attacker unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches at speed Ranma had trouble dodging. She didn't yell out the attack but he knew that she was using the amaguriken or at least a variation of it.

Instead of weathering the blows or trying to dodge them, Ranma used his amaguriken speed block every blow that came towards him.

"ENOUGH!" A powerful voice bellowed. The command in the voice made both fighters stop dead in their tracks. They both turned in unison towards the speaker, though Ranma never fully took his eyes of the hostile girl. The speaker was Cologne, backed by two very tired looking amazon women.

"Elder!" Perfume said, not really feeling she had the time or breath for great-great grandmother. "This thug attacked father!" She growled angrily, pointing towards the pigtailed boy.

"What? He attacked me first and I aint a thug!" Ranma yelled at the black-haired amazon who snorted in response.

Cologne hopped towards Ranma gesturing for Shampoo to see to Mousse who still remained unconscious on the ground. "Are you okay son?" Cologne asked the boy. She could tell, even with the large gash on his arm he was fine.

Ranma snorted. "I'm fine! You amazons should know better than to mess with Ranma Saotome!" He declared sticking his chest out.

"We didn't have anything to do with this Ranma. We just noticed Mousse was gone a while ago." Cologne told the youth. She glanced towards Shampoo who tending to Mousse who was beginning to regain consciousness. She was rather impressed he had beaten someone with a twenty-year head start. Though if anybody could do the impossible, it was her future son-in-law.

Ranma glanced at Shampoo who gave him a weird look. She looked angry, yet sorry at the same time. Rather than trying to deal with an angry woman he decided it would be best for his health if he left. One angry amazon was bad enough, two angry amazons and a love struck one was too much.

"Yeah whatever ghoul. I'm going home." With that said he turned and left quickly as though nothing had happened.

Cologne turned to her purple haired descendant. "Shampoo, is Mousse alright?"

She gave an angry glare towards the direction the young Japanese boy had left in. She knew she should not be mad at Ranma, he had only protected himself but seeing her husband of many years unconscious on the road because of him made it hard to not be angry.

"Don't be mad at Ranma. You know Mousse should never have attacked him." She said in a quiet tone.

Mousse choose that moment to stand up. "I am sorry elder." He said with out really meaning it. "I will accept your punishment." He continued. He was not bothered what happened to him now. Nothing could be worse than having the shame he now had now from losing to someone twenty-two years his senior.

Cologne sighed. She didn't approve of what Mousse had done but she still didn't want to punish him for fighting for his family even if he was wrong in his twisted idea of Ranma being back to steal Shampoo from him. "I will not punish you. Though I think it would be in yours and Shampoos best interests to lay low for a while." She said to the husband and wife.

"Why would we have to do that great grandmother?" Shampoo asked.

"I will explain when we get home. Shampoo, you help Mousse back to the restaurant." She turned to look in the direction her Shampoos two children were. "Perfume, are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes elder cologne." She answered. She was fine physically, not a single scratch on her. The only move Ranma had really used on her was a throw. Even that was not used for hurting her though, he just wanted the space to finish of Mousse. It was her pride that was in pain. After all her hard work, she was nothing more than a nuisance at most in that fight.

Cologne looked her great-great granddaughter over. She looked fine, just breathing a little heavy. She didn't want to risk it though. "Sash, watch over your sister until we get back home. Okay?"

"Yes great-great grandmother." She replied back before heading over to her big sister who was busy gazing in the direction her recently departed husband had gone. "Come on sis."

The amazons began their trek back to the cat café at a slow pace as Mousse was injured. The journey was silent until Sash spoke up. "So…My husband kicked both your butts at the same time?"

The only response she got was three glares directed at her and a cackle from her great-great grandmother.

Nodoka was worried. She had left the Tendos ages ago and had been expecting Ranma home not that long after. Yet there was no sign of him. She had just gotten of the phone with Akane who had told her Ranma had left a while ago. He should have definitely been home by now. She was just about to go out looking for him when she heard the front door open.

"Ranma!" She shouted running towards the front door. As she caught sight of him standing at the entrance looking like he had been through a blender she nearly fainted.

"Yo." Was all Ranma said. He knew how it must look but he really felt okay. It was just looked bad.

"W-What happened?"

"Ehh…I kind of had a run in with Mousse." He replied scratching the back of his head nervously. He hadn't had a mother to be overprotective of him before so he was not sure how to act.

Nodoka was fuming. How dare a grown man hurt a young boy. She ignored the fact that Ranma was the strongest young in Nerima. When she got her hands on the Chinese man she would kill him. Martial artist or not. First she would treat her sons injures though.

"Come to the kitchen so I can get you patched up." She commanded angrily heading toward the kitchen.

Ranma followed obediently. He knew that the anger was not directed at him but he was still scared. Well not scared because Ranma Saotome was scared of nothing.

"Hurry up!" She shouted, deciding he was taking to long.

Ranma jumped then ran to the kitchen. Maybe he was afraid of some things.

Genma had just tucked his youngest son into bed and began to head downstairs when he heard the front door open. He got half down and heard his wife raise her voice.

"W-What happened?" He heard her shriek. He cringed slightly at the sound.

"Ehh…I kind of had a run in with Mousse." Came his sons reply. After hearing that, he was about to go check up on his recently returned son when his newest born came bounding down the stairs toward him.

"Is that Ranma back pop?" Kentaro asked cheerfully. He still hadn't gotten used to his son calling him that. It was a habit one son must have learnt of another.

"Yes, but you should be in bed boy." Genma scolded lightly.

Ignoring his father, Kentaro was about to go greet his brother when he heard his mothers' voice.

"Come to the kitchen so I can get you patched up."

Kentaro and Genma both looked at each other worried. Maybe they would see Ranma tomorrow. They were just about to return to their rooms when they heard Ranmas raised voice.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM STARTING ON MONDAY?"

Shinji sat in a meditation stance in front of his father.

"You say that the rumors are true son? It is the real sorcerer, Ranma Saotome that has returned?" The elder Kuno asked.

"Yes father. He is strong. He defeated me only due to my underestimating him. It will not happen again." Shinji answered ignoring the sorcerer part. He knew his father had a screw loose. That was one of the reasons for him learning martial arts from others.

Kuno jumped to his feet striking a pose with his katana held over his head in a pose very similar the ones in his youth. "Ahh, the gods smile on me! The chance to smite the devious villain has come at last!"

Shinji smiled. Ranma wouldn't last a week. He never learned the art from his father because he doubted his sanity. Not because he was not a skilled warrior. Sinister smirks grew on the two Kuno men as the imagined the hurtful things they were going to do to a certain pigtailed boy.

"The baths run Kuno dear!" Came a female voice from outside the door.

Kuno stopped his evil scheming. "Coming Mariko my love!" He cried out in the same over dramatic voice as he used when he was in school chasing the pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo.

Sorry for taking so long to update. Iv been way busy. Thanks a lot for the reviews again. Means a lot to me. To answer a couple of questions, yes I will go into the underworld that Taro and Ranma are sent to in a later chapter. Plus, yes, Taro will be back. Nabiki will be back but im not sure how big a role she's going to have. She wont be a romance interest though like someone suggested. Sorry. Well anyways, please read and review. Next chapter should be up within a week.