Disclaimer: Since I do not own Sailor Moon or Ranma, I claim nothing of the below story

Authors Note: I had originally planned on updating later than this, but after such a great reception I found myself writing a great deal. Thank you for the kind reviews. As always, I welcome people's opinions about the characters, the plot, the pairing, and my writing style in general.

Once again this story was based on "Hell Hath no Fury" by Bob Lobster, with permission.

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London

5 years previous

2 weeks after the first meeting

Minako was currently observing a warehouse through a pair of binoculars. Tonight's activities weren't related to the dark kingdom, but rather to organized crime. The mafia was receiving a shipment of illegal arms for distribution. Not something Minako wanted to encourage. She'd been shot at a few times by criminals who resisted arrest. And while the armor worked, the bullets still really hurt. Bullet proof was not the same as bruise proof.

So to preempt any attempts of being forced to play 'dodge the bullet' Minako had decided to wrap up this group tonight. Hopefully it would be a quick little mission, so that she could get some sleep before that test tomorrow.

"Hey V-Chan." There it was, that detested voice. Now there was no chance of being done early tonight. Minako didn't even bother turning around. There was no point. After their constant meetings she had learned that paying attention to him only made him more irritating.

"Hey V-chan watcha doing?" A hand started waving in front of her line of sight. There was simply no ignoring him when he was like this.

"Idiot. What do you want?" She turned and glared at him. She was still a little sore from the previous night's fight. "Your father try to break into a jewelry store again?"

It had been several weeks since Minako had been cursed with the misfortune of meeting Ranma. Since then she had fought three youma, and two gangs with Ranma. She had also tried to arrest him, and his thief of a father, five times. Last night had been the worst. Ranma's father, Genma, had broken into a jewelry store. Minako had tried to arrest him, only to find herself fighting Ranma again.

"Naw. I think he's visiting the winery or something." Ranma looked a bit repentant about that. But then he grinned. "But your form really sucked last night. I mean normally you put up a fight before giving up."

"You nearly caused the roof to collapse on me. I was a little preoccupied with that." Ranma had been smirking the entire time, the insufferable brat that he was.

"Aww, come on. It wasn't my fault your aim sucks." Ranma smirked. Minako fought the impulse to blast him right here. The criminals she was after would, probably, notice the commotion. Then again they might not. And she did really want to hit that arrogant brat.

The sad part was that Ranma wasn't even trying to be annoying. In a fight he pushed every button available. Right now he was being downright polite.

Finally Minako decided to poke Ranma's biggest button. "Says the ballerina who can't even fight youma. All you can do is dance around them. Maybe I should call you twinkle toes." Minako said coldly. She then turned back to watching the warehouse. She knew he hated the fact that he couldn't fight a youma by himself. He had tried previously, often prolonging the fight needlessly, but he had yet to succeed.

"Hey, at least I'm getting in there. And I hurt that last one..." Minako tuned out her blathering companion. He'd probably go on about it for the rest of the night. He really didn't like losing to anyone. She returned to observing the criminals through the warehouse window.

The weapon dealers were dividing up the shipment into smaller lots, and the few members wandered the edges of the lit were holding their guns tightly. Clearly they didn't want to get caught, nor have any witnesses. Well it was time for action. Minako jumped off her perch and onto the street below and slipped into the warehouse.

Behind her she heard a squawk of protest. Clearly her newest irritating pest was going to follow her in. The last few times, when they hadn't been fighting each other, they had teamed up to fight. And as loathe as Minako was to admit, they made a somewhat good team.

In the distance she heard a dull thud. It sounded like Ranma had taken his first prisoner. Minako just grimaced. As much as she hated that arrogant twit, he made a good sidekick. One of the guards wandered near her hiding place, so she reached out and grabbed him. She quickly dragged him into the darkness and knocked him out, before binding and gagging him. Minako wasn't going to be left behind in the prisoner count. If she beat Ranma at this, as well as in fighting youma, she'd have even more things to lord over him.

It was at this point one, of the drug dealers called out "Benny? Get your lazy arse over here." Minako looked over at the bound criminal. Ahh, well it seemed like she'd have to make her appearance a bit early.

Or not. Two of the angrier drug dealers went over towards where 'Benny' had last been seen, which happened to be away from Minako's hiding place. It seemed like Ranma must have gotten 'Benny'.

"If you want your dough you've gotta put in the work you lazy.." One of them spoke angrily. They rounded the corner and promptly gave a loud protest before going silent.

Minako sighed. Ranma was obviously in top form, and she had only taken one prisoner so far. Then again, he wasn't the one spotting bruises from a support beam falling on him. Time to up the ante. Minako ghosted around the aisles and picked off a few more criminals easily enough. But in the center of the building, where the weapons were, voices were getting louder. They knew someone, or someones, were picking them off.

Minako clambered up a pile of crates and made her way to an appropriate spot. This was, perhaps, one of her most favorite parts about being a superhero. "Those who deal in pain beware. I am the pretty soldier Sailor V. And in the Name of Love and Justice I will punish you." She posed after delivering her line in a provocative way; as she was want to do.

The criminals below paused. Many of them would normally have laughed at a teenage girl in such a short skirt trying to arrest them. They would have laughed even more at a cute little thing like Minako spouting those ridiculous words. But like anyone confronted by something so utterly ridiculous and out of place, they did a double take and froze. Only one person started laughing.

The laughter was easily recognized by Minako. That laughter had been taunting her for over a week now. "Stop laughing. It isn't funny!"

"Yes it is. I mean, are you going to say that every time you challenge someone? I thought it was just a one time thing. But you use it every single time." On the other side of the group stepped Ranma Saotome.

"Says the braggart who claims he never loses."

"It's not bragging, it's the truth." His ever flippant grin just served to irritate her further.

"Cough, Youma, Cough."

The leader of the criminals finally recovered his wits from the odd sights, and yelled. "Someone just shut these two love birds up." The others quickly came to their senses. Odd masked girls and shrimpy boys only served to distract them for a while after all.

Minako sprang into action as the first mobster leveled a gun in her direction. She jumped off the crate she was standing on, and plowed into the criminal below. "Sailor V kick!" She sprang into action attacking the next closest guy with a strike to the neck, before dodging behind a crate as someone opened fire on her.

"You call that a kick. I've seen arthritic old men kick better than that," came Ranma's voice. Peeking out from behind cover, she saw Ranma diving for a crate as another person opened fire on him as well. She grimaced as she saw the number of fallen bodies around him.

"At least I can take a bullet. You have to dodge them." Well they did bruise, and hurt like hell, but it was kind of true.

"That's just because of your cheap armor." Ranma's voice cut off suddenly as he was forced to retreat as some of the gun wielding mobsters tried to pin down his location with bullets.

"I'll have you know my armor is so expensive you'll never find another like it." Minako slipped behind one large stack of crates and grinned. Ranma's trick from the night before was kind of inspiring. And if Ranma happened to be caught in the ensuing chaos, well sacrifices must be made.

"Because it looks so horrible. I mean, are you actually trying to encourage old men to hit on you?" Minako let loose a powerful heave against the stack of crates causing them to tip over. Loud crashes could be heard from all over the warehouse as the stack of crates created a domino effect.

Minako winced. She hadn't expected it to be this bad. All around her broken and smashed crates, with their assorted contents spilled every where. The criminals could be heard groaning, and a few could be heard cursing in pain. Minako glanced around. Where was Ranma?

But before she could worry much, a cocky pigtailed form shoved his way out from underneath the debris. "Next time warn a guy before you do something like that." Dusting himself off, he started rounding up the arms dealers and roped them together. The few that had broken bones and other injuries from the falling crates, were tied loosely.

"Idiot." Minako glared at him. Her concern soon drifted towards the ones that had actually been injured by her actions. It hadn't occurred to her that tipping over that one pile could cause this much destruction.

"Yeah, you should only use what you know someone can handle. Most people can't survive having this much stuff dumped on them. They're not all macho girls like you." Ranma said somewhat seriously as he surveyed the damage. "You got lucky no one was killed… so because of that, today's a tie." His voice turned somewhat light as it became obvious that through luck, or shoddy materials, no one had been seriously injured by the falling crates.

"But I took more out, so it's my win!" For a second there, she had actually considered respecting the brat. Silly her, Minako should have realized that Ranma never cared about anything except winning.

"But that's only because you're so clumsy you had to bring down an entire warehouse to do it. I took mine out based on pure skill." Ranma refused to give in, even for a moment.

Then Ranma gave Minako a cocky grin, before he leapt up to the window which the duo had been spying through earlier. "Well how about tomorrow's winner wins this one too. 'K? Bye V-chan." That said, he took off leaving Minako alone with the now incapacitated criminals.

It was at this point, Minako realized that in a weird way, Ranma had just complimented her. 'You should only do what you know people can handle'. Did that mean he thought that causing her to bring down the roof was something she could handle? Their fights had also gotten a bit more interesting lately. Ranma no longer just dodged her attacks.

Minako shook her head. For all that she hated his guts; he wasn't that bad a person. He was an irritating, arrogant, and idiotic person, but not a completely evil person. Sure his pops was someone she'd send to jail without a moment's notice. But Ranma was starting to grow on her, kind of. Maybe he was more like a weed that you just can't get rid of and decided to ignore instead. Grinning, Minako took off for home to grab a few hours sleep before school.

...

Present Day

RING RING

Minako finally jerked into wakefulness. She glanced over at the clock and realized it was time for school. After turning off the alarm, she collapsed back into her bed. She considered briefly sleeping in a bit more, but decided against it. It had been too good a dream to not wake up. Because if she fell asleep, there was no way the next dream could be as good.

Maybe it had been a good thing to talk about Ranma last night. Normally around the anniversary of his death, her dreams were haunted with the memories of that night, or recriminations from a rotting Ranma. But, for the first time in a long while, she remembered the good times. Well, as good as they could be, considering the type of person Ranma was. Minako let out a slight chuckle.

Minako hummed a bit as she remembered her erstwhile partner. The fun times, the fights (both with villains, and each other), the arguments, and the friendship they held for each other. It was one of Minako's largest regrets that she had never told Ranma that he was one of her best friends. She had been too busy arguing and fighting with the brat to ever mention it.

It might not even be a stretch to say that she might have had a 'minor' crush on him, at least, towards the end of their time in London. But that was the past. One day she'd find someone else to love. Someday she'd be loved in turn by another. Maybe then she could forgive herself.

Minako gave herself a grin in the mirror. "I'll find a boyfriend as easy as pie. Or was that a slice of pie? Doesn't matter! Today's the day."

Maybe it was chance or luck, but one of the last things Ranma had ever told her was 'You really need to find a new boyfriend.' That he had been talking about Danburite at the time was immaterial. She would find someone to love one of these years.

….

"So then, Mamoru said that he can't wait to come home and see me again." Usagi was currently on cloud nine after having called Mamoru during lunch, and had been talking about it non-stop since. Minako just smiled at her friend's ability to say what she thought, whenever she wanted. Usagi really was suited to being a princess. It was impossible to stay unhappy around her.

"Something's going on at the front gate… it looks a like girl with... two clubs?" Makoto spoke up, looking curiously in the direction of the main gate.

Minako looked and found that Makoto was right. There was a growing crowd of students trying to get out. But the strange girl kept swinging the large bonburi around preventing people from leaving.

Usagi blinked a few times, making sure it wasn't another hallucination brought on by lack of food. School was so cruel, in her opinion, as it only had one lunch break. "Lets check it out." The four other scouts nodded, they too were curious as to what was happening in front of their school.

As they approached, the crowd of students became more and more loud. Many were objecting to being stuck at school, and a few brave souls were trying to push their way past the purple haired girl. But those few brave souls that tried were quickly knocked back. Clearly the girl wasn't letting any one escape that easily.

"Where Love-love girl? You bring husband stealer and you can go. Shampoo only want Love-love girl." The girl, Shampoo, clearly was only interested in one thing. She swung one of her bonburi out into the ground. A loud crack could be heard as the large bonburi shattered the concrete. The crowd just stared in shock. They also stopped shoving, none of them wanted to be the next target.

One of the bravest students burst out. "We don't know any Love-love girl. Some of us have cram school."

Shampoo sneered. "School for stupid people. But you make good point." Shampoo scrunched up her face as she tried to recall the name Nabiki had told her. "Ahhh. Sailor Venus steal husband. And Sailor scouts goes to Juban." Shampoo was clearly forcing herself to speak more correctly to get her point across. It had taken a great deal of money to buy that information from Nabiki, so Shampoo wanted to make sure she relayed it correctly.

The sailor scouts just blanched at this. Someone knew where they went to school? Rei looked slightly guilty. She transformed pretty close to the school, not wanting to go somewhere else before transforming. Ami looked troubled, as she had transformed once to make sure she got to class on time. Makoto, and Minako, just laughed it off as though they had something to hide. Usagi just looked worried. She didn't connect her frequent transformation in the school building to this new threat.

"Then how come we've never seen them?" another student got out. Most of the crowd were pretty sure they'd have noticed something like magical girls. Especially since none of the scouts bothered with masks.

"Yeah, if they went to school here we'd know about it." The crowd kept getting louder protested the detainment. Shampoo began to look more and more irritated at the constant heckling from the crowd.

"Stupid people quiet! Or Shampoo start swinging." To accent her point one of the bonburi slammed into part of the wall surrounding the school. Really, the poor wall didn't stand a chance. The portion of the wall nearest to Shampoo was now dust.

Once again the crowd backed away from the gate. In the distance a few enterprising souls could be seen making their way over the wall, not caring about breaking school rules. "You guys wait here. I'll be back in a moment." Minako spoke quietly before rushing back to the school. Minako wasn't sure what this was about, but if this weirdo wanted Venus, then this girl would get Venus.

"We'll come too." Usagi started, but Ami grabbed her arm.

"If all the Sailor Scouts appear, people might start to believe that we do attend here." Ami, always rational, quickly reigned in the other girls.

Rei looked a bit irritated but finally nodded.

It was at this point black petals began to drift into the courtyard of the school. "Mamoru?" Usagi looked around quickly. Clearly through Pavlovian conditioning, she had come to associate flower petals with Tuxedo Kamen's appearance.

"Ohohohoho. Vile slattern make yourself known. For daring to steal my beloved I shall… So the ill-mannered foreigner has come to mete out justice as well?" On the wall around the school stood a black leotard clad girl. Many of the guys just stared at her. Around her billowed black rose petals.

"Ayia, is crazy poison girl. This not your business. Husband not yours." Shampoo began to grow visibly agitated at the appearance of the second girl.

"But of course it is my business. He belongs to me first and foremost." The leotard clad girl noticed that many of the guys were openly staring at her and taking pictures of her glorious body. Had this been Nerima, no one would have dared for many reasons. One was that bothering Kadachi was just a stupid move. She was crazy, even by Nerima standards.

Kodachi just gave a slight smirk, as many of the boys nearest her began to topple over. Another reason that no one bothered her, was her exotic collection of poisons and powders. Shampoo just wrinkled her nose. "But stupid panda no engage you to husband. Shampoo check to make sure no others engaged." Kodachi just smirked, and made her way over to the Amazon.

"The love between us was fated to be. Unlike with you lowly peasants, the Kunos have no need of such lowly things like engagements or barbaric marriage rites." Which was true. At least three generations of Kunos had resorted to bribery to get around little things like engagements, fiancées, and legal ceremonies. The also got around little things like assault and poisoning laws.

Usagi at this point was more worried about her collapsed classmates than the bickering two girls. Ami and Usagi had rushed over to check on the fallen boys. Ami quickly did rapid field diagnosis. The boys didn't appear to be suffering from energy drain or from losing their heart crystals. They just looked asleep. "They appear to be suffering from a mild paralysis toxin. Possibly from an alkaloid plant?" If Ami had been dressed as Sailor Mercury, she would have used the mercury computer to do a more complete scan. But she was fairly confident in her diagnosis.

"Are they going to be alright?" Usagi for once wasn't teary, but rather looked both serious and concerned. A true leader in the making.

"They should be. Assuming they aren't exposed to a second dose." Ami looked back to the two girls and the crowd around them. Ami then noticed that Makoto and Rei had vanished as well.

It was at this point, Shampoo began to yell. "What you say?"

"Simply that one as wonderful as my darling, has no place in his heart for you. Or your backwards culture." Kodachi sneered.

"You no insult 3000 years of Amazon history."

"Ohohoho and you think you can challenge Kodachi the Black Rose?"

Shampoo gave Kodachi a feral look. "No know until try." The massive bomburi lashed out, and Kodachi took to the air. The leotard girl began to use a cloth whip to strike at the charging Amazon. But with the rabid cunning of a mad dog, Kodachi realized that, perhaps, she had stepped too far. Amazons had a great deal of pride in their heritage.

As such, Kodachi began to retreat and shortly their fight left the school grounds. The crowd rushed out of the gate trying to get away from the school. From beyond the wall creepy laughter and smashing stone could be heard. But the sounds quickly disappeared.

Usagi rushed around the corner not wanting to miss what was happening. But all she saw was a swathe of destruction, and black petals fluttering about the street, denoting the direction the two brawlers had taken off in.

It was at this point a loud voice came from the top of the school. "You wanted to see me about something?" Sailor Venus finally appeared. But she quickly realized that her challenger was gone. Had the party ended without her?

…

Happosai had been bored and mildly vexed. Neither were beneficial things for the rest of Nerima. Now he was just vexed. His horrible apprentice had neglected to tell Happosai about sleeping with one of the Senshi. 'Oh, what did poor old me ever do to deserve such an unkind apprentice,' were Happosai's current thoughts. "Ranma could have easily gotten one, or two, of those young things to come and visit an old tired man, such as myself" Happosai muttered as he looked off in the distance, with a tear gleaming in his eye.

Happosai had been aware of the existence of the Senshi for a while, having briefly known one in his younger days. Maybe it was time to look up Setsu-chan again? If Happosai had known Setsuna was going to be collecting such fine girls, he would have stayed around longer, and not run off.

Surely it was time to strike up that old friendship again? Why Setsu-chan would undoubtedly 'let' him fondle her again. And she had always been in possession of wonderful lovelies. Surely the other Senshi had similar tastes? And wasn't it a masters duty to check up on his apprentice's girlfriend?

Why he was going to be doing a good deed. With a lecherous grin on his face Happosai took off for the Juuban ward.

His sudden decision to leave the Nerima ward had nothing to do with the rumors of Taro's reappearance. Nothing whatsoever.

…

The outer Senshi were partaking in their weekly group shopping trip. Michiru would have been fine going by herself for groceries, but Haruka always joined her since there was an auto shop nearby. And Hotaru refused to be left out, and she dragged Setsuna along as well. So over time it had become a normal occurrence for the four of them to wander down to the shopping district, every Friday after school for various necessities. And ice cream. One must never forget the ice cream, lest Hotaru cry.

"And then Tamako said that Kotaro likes Sakura." Hotaru was relaying gossip from school about her friends.

Michiru and Haruka shared a look. They both remembered when rumors about love had been the most fascinating thing in the world. But they loved their daughter dearly, and thus listened carefully. "So then what happened?" Michiru asked, smiling at her daughter.

Setsuna had wandered off earlier promising to meet up for ice-cream at the end of the shopping trip. Michiru suspected the Setsuna had been more then a little tired of hearing the love affairs of young middle school children.

It was at this point screams of terror and outrage could be heard from down the street. The three senshi dashed down the street only to see a huge bull like monster with tentacles on its back. The three dashed down an alley and quickly transformed.

Haruka quickly identified the Youma's target. The demon was trying to hit an elderly man who was only barely avoiding the monstrous swipes. Acting quickly, Haruka dashed forward and grabbed the old man, dragging him out of harm's way. Once Haruka and the old man were out of the way, Neptune unleashed a Deep Submerge on the bull youma, blasting the demon into a wall. The civilians quickly cleared the area, leaving only the combatants, the demon, and the old man.

Haruka put down the tiny wrinkled old man. "You'll be fine now. Just leave this to us and get to safety." Haruka gave the man a comforting, in her opinion, look before turning back to the direction the youma had been sent.

"Oh but I couldn't possible do that." Haruka felt something leech like plaster itself to her behind. "Leave such a frail innocent flower to face that mad Taro? Why I'd never forgive myself." She looked and saw the one time harmless old man gripping quite firmly onto her behind. Something that she would only allow Michiru, or a very cute girl, to get away with.

"Let go you freak!" Never the most eloquent person Haruka tried to pry the old leach off her, but he scurried up her body and now clung onto her chest.

"But the horrible monster might get me." The old man's eyes teared up pathetically. "Surely you wouldn't want someone like me to die a horrible death?"

"Yes, I would!" Haruka ripped the foul little man off her and threw him away from her. That pervert had touched something that no man was ever supposed to have felt. It was at this point, Haruka realized that something felt odd. Decidedly odd. Glancing down she noticed that she was no longer wearing a sports bra.

The old man, sailing through the air now, held it in his grubby little paws. "Sweeto."

"Uranus World Shaking!" The orb of energy tore along the asphalt and towards the old man. But at this point the large bull youma made a reappearance. In its haste to grab the old man, it blundered into the large orb of energy, resulting in it being sent once again into another building.

The old man finally righted himself against the wall of a nearby building, and scampered away. Michiru and Hotaru had just stared in surprise and shock at the entire series of events. But at this point, the youma recovered itself, and seeing its prey no longer present, it turned to the three girls. Giving a mighty bellow of rage it charged at them.

Haruka, more than a little angry, had no time for the youma and tried to end it quickly with another World Shaking. Only to have the beast unfurl its wings and dodge it. It was at this point that it reached her. Neither combatants were in a good mood. The demon had lost the old man, Haruka had lost her dignity and her bra. They promptly began to slug it out, as there was no room for Haruka to launch another magic blast.

Fighting a grudge match with something that had four times as many appendages for grabbing, wasn't Haruka's brightest idea. One of the tentacles on the thing's back whipped out and grabbed her foot, and hefted her into the air. Fortunately, a Deep Submerge blasted into the creature's back, distracting it long enough for Haruka to kick the tentacle holding her and get her foot free.

Landing harshly on the ground, Haruka rolled away from the beast, and sprang to her feet a few meters from the youma.

The beast was looking a bit tired at this point, having suffered from three magical blasts in as many minutes. The three outer Senshi slowly spread out around the youma, in a triangle formation, surrounding the beast.

If the beast had been more human, Michiru might have thought its expression to be a sneer. The beast stomped the ground, then leaned over and tore up a large chunk of the shattered street. Haruka leveled another World Shaking as Neptune fired her own attack, only to have both miss as the beast took to the air carrying its load.

It then hurled its load at the youngest Senshi present, forcing Hotaru to cut the projectile in half with the silence glaive to avoid being hit. The youma then began ripping various chunks off the buildings nearby to use as projectiles. The three Senshi tried to fire off return volleys, but the thing simply dodged around them, and continued its barrage. It was times like this Hotaru wished she had Venus's chain. Fighting the thing was nearly impossible without using their more powerful attacks, which were not suited to city fighting.

Finally the beast became bored and flew off leaving three bruised, dirty and tired Senshi behind. The thing hadn't even bothered to try and finish them off. Why it had left, they had no idea.

…

"What in blazes happened here?" Pluto spoke loudly, as she surveyed the scene of destruction. The Senshi of time had finally appeared. But at this point it appeared to be too late. The entire bock was trashed. The buildings were broken. The street was shattered and pitted by the large building fragments. Over all, it looked like a tornado had touched down in this one street. Even back in the heyday of the scouts, this would have been considered excessive destruction.

Haruka just glared at the pristine Senshi of Time. "Damn Youma… started dropping rocks on us before… leaving." Haruka's breath was ragged from dodging, and firing off as many magical blasts as she had.

Pluto looked as thought she was going to admonish the scouts, but decided against it. Michiru finally rose from her spot. "There was this bull youma with wings attacking this old man. We saved him. But I somehow doubt he deserved it."

Hotaru blushed and nodded quickly. Pluto raised an eyebrow slightly, before saying "The Princess said that all lives are worth saving. And we aren't allowed to make exceptions even for those who might not appreciate our help."

"Appreciate it my ass! I think he appreciated it too much. Next time I'll show him my 'appreciation'." Haruka growled out. From the way Haruka was wringing her hands, Pluto suspected Haruka's 'appreciation' might be fatal.

Michiru nodded. "Even I believe that Usagi would forgive us this once, considering what that horrible man did."

Pluto just looked even more confused. To be fair, she had just gone to pick up a few supplies, only to hear explosions off in the distance. Arriving at the scene, she had found her adopted family looking beaten and bruised with no threat in sight. Pluto also had been surprised to hear her dearest comrades considering bodily harm to a civilian.

"That horrible gnome stole Haruka-papa's bra and touched her ummm… He looked so harmless but he touched her…" Hotaru elaborated as best she could. Clearly she didn't want to get into too much detail.

Oddly enough though, Pluto flinched at that description. "It couldn't be. He's dead. He has to be." That horrible troll was likely long dead. Pluto had made sure of that herself. "No one could have survived it. No one." Pluto's mad mutterings made the others look at her in askance. They'd never seen her like this, except when there were cockroaches involved.

"Setsu-chan, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. How could you leave an old friend like me to wander friendless in this cold world?" A horrible voice from Setsuna's deepest nightmare came from behind her.

Uranus, Neptune, and Saturn glared at the person behind Setsuna. Not wanting to turn, Setsuna finally said "Hello Happi, I see you're alive… and kicking."

"Oh more than kicking my dear." A cold hand felt her bottom. There was no doubt. The evil old leche was alive. Whirling around Setsuna swung the Time staff like a bat and slammed the old pervert into a wall.

"Why won't you just stay dead!" Setsuna's scream was even more uncharacteristic from her normal demeanor. Happosai's body was about to slam into the wall, when he grabbed onto a telephone pole and hung off it to stop his momentum.

"I wouldn't be able to see any pretties." Came the cackling reply. "And I heard there's more sailor scouts now. I think I need to make a collection of all their pretties. Can't have yours being lonely now can I?"

Setsuna's eyebrows went spastic. "YYYou SStill HHave them?" It was a mixture of both disgust and pure rage that caused Setsuna to stutter.

Happosai just nodded sagly. "Yes. They were so unusual. Back when cloth undergarments were more common you had wonderful lovelies, much like today's type. Why, they were the masterpiece of my collection. Well, at least until everyone started wearing ones like it." He talked as though he was a professor giving a lecture on the subject. Happosai then gave her a sickeningly sweet look. "How about it, one more time for old time's sake?" His hand flexed in front of him as though feeling something squishy.

"It never happened the first time." Even with Setsuna's long history of lovers, romances, and one time flings, she was able to say she had never been in a relationship with Happosai.

A loud bellow could be heard in the distance. Neptune glanced in the direction from which the bellow had originated. "Well it seems like Pantyhose hasn't given up yet. I'll be seeing you later you know. Can't have my apprentice dating one of you Senshi without meeting her first." Happosai took off over the roof tops snatching a few drying clothes, of a certain type, from open windows as he made his escape.

Neptune looked at Setsuna. "Who was he?"

"I don't care who he was. Where can I find him?" Haruka's anger was undiminished.

Setsuna just gave them a look that shut the both of them up. "Meeting now! Call the other senshi, it's an emergency." With Happosai back in the mix, and worse an apprentice, things were not looking good for the future. Sometimes it just didn't pay well to be a guardian of time.

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Ranma was actually have a pretty good day so far. Most of the fiancée brigade hadn't been around since yesterday. No Shampoo bursting into the class room at lunch, and no resulting quick explanation to Akane. While Ranma hadn't been able to talk to his good friend Uuchan, there was no mallet for perceived flirting.

Akane had been pestering him to get an autograph from her favorite heroine. Which was actually a change. Ranma liked Akane, but he kind of objected to the mallet sometimes. Being bugged for the autograph of an old friend, Ranma could deal with.

So overall, things had been pretty quiet. Happosai hadn't been seen in a while, which Ranma took to mean that Happosai was terrorizing a different city.

Sure Mousse had been by earlier in the day spouting off something about Shampoo, but Ranma hadn't really been paying attention. Most of Ranma's classmates had been pestering him for stories about Sailor V, and Ranma had been able to correct the rampant misconception that Sailor V was Sailor Venus.

Overall, it was a perfectly good day. Which was why Ranma was currently more twitchy then a deer during hunting season. Something bad was going to happen, it had to. Ranma had the madness in his life almost calculated into a perfect formula. And with things being this peaceful, what ever was going to happen was going to be big.

Not that he wasn't happy with this thought. Life just wasn't fun without something happening. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a boring life. Maybe he should ask Daisuke or Hiroshi, as both of them were pretty normal. They lived pretty normal lives, well other than that they lived in Nerima. No one in Nerima could claim to live a boring life.

Whistling to himself, Ranma decided to enjoy the rest of this peaceful day. One never knew when the peace would end and another crazy rival would show up.