(A/N) Yes, I am aware of how erratic my updating is. All I have to say is, R&R, and please let all flames have purpose. A flame with out a purpose is just used to light my campfire; a flame with a purpose is heeded. KK? K.
For the last time! I do not own Ranma! I do not own Yugioh! In fact, I don't even own this laptop! It's my dad's! All I own (in relation to this story) is the lame, nearly nonexistent plot and the notebook I wrote the chapter in!
/Bakura to Ryou/
Ryou to Bakura
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Peace Never Lasts
Chapter Five
Secrets Revealed
Happosai looked about his suite and sighed. What was taking Ryou so long? Had Ryoga wandered off? He wanted to interrogate his disciple about his "delay the transformation" trick.
Ah, well…at least he had all the tea and cakes to himself while his disciple was off guiding the directionally challenged martial artist to his suite.
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Ryoga watched Bakura carefully as they entered the room, just in case the creature tried anything. However, even he was unprepared for when Ryou suddenly regained control.
"Mm? Ryoga? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. "Did I daze off again?
Ryoga had been about to ask Ryou a question when Mousse beat him to it.
"Ryou, what is Bakura?"
The pale boy paused before answering, "Bakura is a dark spirit…if you tell anyone about him, he'll steal your souls."
"Our-our souls?" Ryoga gasped. "What would he do with them?"
"He says that he would seal them into dirty gym-socks," Ryou replied, wrinkling his nose.
"And…would he?" Mousse asked, a morbid fascination on his face.
"Well…he'd have to find some dirty gym socks first, but I don't doubt he would. It's just his style," Ryou wrinkled his nose again.
"Is Bakura dangerous?" Ryoga asked, beginning to feel somewhat panicky.
"That depends on what you mean by dangerous," Ryou began. "He's no martial artist, but he can easily take your soul. If you get on his bad side, then yes, he's dangerous. And he's defiantly mischievous. And he adores chaos."
"Then he'll love Tokyo," Mousse deadpanned.
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/Yadonushi, do you think Tokyo is really going to be that much fun/
With you and Master Happosai there? I don't doubt it.
"I'm sure he will," Ryou hastily replied. "And remember, don't tell Master Happosai about Bakura, because he doesn't know yet. We should try to keep it that way, just in case we need an ace in the hole against him. And speaking of Master Happosai, he'll be wondering what kept me so long, I should be going.
"Bye!" Ryoga called as the white haired martial artist ran along the deck to his master's suite.
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Happosai was about ready to burst with curiosity. In all his years, all his travels, never had he heard of a way to delay a Jusenkyo curse once the victim was splashed! How he would love to dangle this knowledge over the heads of Ranma, and his ungrateful student Genma!
In fact, even if he had no idea how his latest student had stopped himself from transforming in front of Ryoga, he could still taunt Ranma and have no end of fun! Maybe he could tell him it was a meditation technique and soak the lad to feel him up as part of his "training".
The old pervert's meditations were fortunately cut short by the arrival of his snowy-locked disciple.
"Ryou, my boy!" Happosai cried, delighted. He ran forward, grinning from ear to ear in a way that boded ill for all involved.
"Master!" Ryou shouted, dodging the old man, "Let me at least change into my own clothing!"
"Your own…? Wait, why are you wearing that myopic fool's clothing? Does he know our secret?"
"Yes, Master, but he won't tell."
"Oh? Did you threaten to splash him and turn him into roast duck?"
"Mousse is a duck?" Ryou asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, disciple, Mousse is a duck, in the same way that Shampoo is a cat, Ryoga is a pig, Genma is panda, and you are a dog."
"Oh. Well, at least let me change into a more comfortable outfit before we continue. Mousse's clothing is…different."
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After Ryou ran off, Mousse turned toward Ryoga.
"Do you really think Bakura can steal people's souls?" he wondered aloud.
"Whether he can or he can't, he's still dangerous. Just think of what he might do to Akane once we reach Tokyo!"
"Or…my darling Shampoo! I don't know what I would do if he stole Shampoo's soul away!"
The two fell silent, trying to imagine what would happen to the unsuspecting city of Tokyo with Happosai and his latest disciple returned to it. It was clear that Ranma Satome would have his hands full trying to defend the city…and they could court Akane and Shampoo while he was busy!
Ryoga and Mousse looked at each other and grinned. This could be the opportunity they had been waiting for.
Happosai scowled at the delay, but allowed Ryou to go and change his clothing. Soon…soon he would know how Ryou had delayed his transformation and hidden the truth from Ryoga.
The ancient menace broke into a broad grin when he saw his pale apprentice walk back out, wearing black pants, a tight black shirt, and an unbuttoned black jacket.
"Now that you've changed, you've got some explaining to do. How did you delay your curse?"
"Magic," Ryou replied, his face blank.
"I thought so! So...how'd you do it?" the pervert wheedled.
"Master, why do you want to know? It only works for me."
"Oh? Wait a sec…is it your necklace?"
"Yes, Master, my family's pendant does allow me to hide my curse. Which is why, aside from the fact that it's a family heirloom, you'll never get your hands on it."
"I see…" Happosai was already plotting how to first expose the pendant's power to Ranma and taunt him…then maybe steal the pendant itself just to stir up some trouble. But that would only come after Ranma realized that Ryou and Inu were the same entity. The old man grinned to himself, almost instantly lost in his plans.
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(A/N) All right, then, I hope everyone liked this chapter of Peace Never Lasts, and I would like to have a bit of a vote. Should I post a new story I've been working on when there's nothing better to do? It's called Loss of Memory, and it's a bit clichéd. There will be action in it, and I just wondered if any of you thought it would be worth it to actually put it up on the site for people to read, because personally, I don't think it's very good.
Now, I've got some good news, for all of you who were even mildly worried about my grandma. If this is the first you've heard about her, then that's because I forget what I was talking about in which author's note of what fic.
Now, grandma's out of intensive care, and she may even be able to go outside this weekend. She's looking a lot better, and trust me, someone on oxygen is a lot less disturbing than someone on a respirator.