Ukyo stepped back and blinked. Though this was just a sparring match, she had been pushed to her limits. The girl before her was good. She wasn’t even breathing hard. She was almost as good as her Ran-chan! “You’re welcome, sugar.” Ukyo took a swipe at the sweat following down her face. “I’ve never fought someone using your style of staff work before. Where’d you learn it?”
“Great Uncle Tanto was a master in the Fukushuu family specialty and he trained me from the time I was very little.” Suteko’s eyes got sad for a moment as she spoke her mentor’s name but it quickly passed. She covered her mouth as a yawn caught up with her. “Sorry, guess I’m more tired than I thought.” She looked down at the watch on her wrist. It was just after nine PM. “We should probably head over to your place now, Ukyo. Got to get some rest before tomorrow.”
“That’s true. You must have been traveling all day.”
Ranma nodded. “You did show up at the Dojo before dawn this morning.”
Suteko shrugged. “I’m used to getting up early but I had pushed through last night so I could make it to challenge Genma at dawn today. Didn’t sleep last night.”
“That explains it.” Ukyo put her battle spatula back into it’s sheath.
Suteko smiled and nodded. After a moments thought she stepped up to Ranma and gave him a quick hug. “See you tomorrow, little brother.”
Ranma started when Suteko wrapped her arms around him but he relaxed and hugged her back. “See you tomorrow, Suteko.” He replied. “Oh, one more thing, Sis,” he added, holding her at arms length.
She looked up with a twinkle in her eyes. “What?”
“Stop calling me ‘little brother’, OK?”
Suteko chuckled and nodded. “Sure thing, Ranma.” She stepped back and turned away. Ukyo said a quick good-bye and they both waved as they walked away from Ranma. It was a pleasant walk, taken in silence. Both girls were thinking of Ranma and the following morning.
As they stopped at Ukyo’s door, Ukyo turned to Suteko and asked her a question. “Suteko, would you mind if I came with you in the morning?”
Suteko paused before answering. “Ukyo, I wouldn’t mind but my mother probably would. It might be better if you went to the Dojo alone and met me there.” Ukyo nodded. “I’ll hold up the fight until you get there, if you’re there later than me that is.” the two girls entered the restuarant and then the apartment upstairs.
Later in the bath Ukyo and Suteko soaked in quiet. Suteko nearly slipped under when Ukyo woke her and sent the girl off to bed. “Thanks, Ukyo. See you in the morning.” She mumbled and went off to the spare room.
Ukyo stayed in the tub thinking. Just how did she want the fight to go tomorrow. Genma did deserve to be beaten. After all he lied and cheated whenever possible. But he was Ran-chan’s father, so he deserved a little respect. Ukyo thought back to all the times she had seen Genma and Ranma sparring. It seemed that the old man had some ability. He would toss Ranma into the carp pond behind the Tendo house each morning, almost with no trouble. Could the girl resting in the room across the hall take the larger and older man? That was a real question. Ukyo could feel the bruises that Suteko had left on her skin with the big staff she used. The girl was quick, not as quick as Ranma and very agile. Who knew? Ukyo got out of the bath and dried off. If Genma beat Suteko, Ukyo would be surprised but it could happen. Both of them had a good reason to win. Genma, so he wouldn’t have to admit his failings and Suteko, so she could finally finish her quest. It was late and Ukyo didn’t feel like putting any serious thought into the coming morning’s battle.
****
Suteko settled down on the futon and pulled her sleeping bag over her shoulder. It had been a full day and she was glad that she had spent much of it in the company of her brother. What a thing! After being alone for seventeen years, she now had a little brother. Admittedly one who was only six months younger, but still someone else in her generation. She hoped to be able to spend time with him but knew that her mother wouldn’t approve. She just hoped that her mother and Great-grandfather Ito had no plans for Ranma. He was a good kid and deserved to live his life away from the politics a great family held. As she drifted off, she started to dream about running the family dojo with Ranma and his wife. She couldn’t quite see the face of the wife but she had short dark hair.
***
The same boardroom as earlier in the day. The dying rays of the sun streaking through the windows and throwing the man sitting in the great chair at the head of the table into shadow. “So Genma has a son. How very interesting.”
The man facing the shadow continued his report. “Yes, it seems this young man, Ranma, is the best of the new generation of fighters. He would be an asset to the clan.”
“I agree, Grandfather.” Atsuko looked over, with a arched brow. “He should be brought into the family proper. I’m sure Nokoda would love having her son added to the family’s ranks.”
“Atsuko, are you sure of that?” Ito asked, dryly. She just looked down at her manicured nails. A deep, evil laugh echoed through the room. “You are a treasure, my daughter. In the morning we will ‘collect’ the debt owed to you and the family.”
“Thank you, grandfather.”
Ito motioned to the retainer and Atsuko to leave. They left, bowing their way out of the room. As the door closed Ito spoke once more. “Yes, the debt will be paid and the family will become great once again.”
CHAPTER Seven
Battle Morning
OR
Watch out, Genma!
Dawn came clear and warm. For once, Ranma was awake early. He made sure that his old man was ready for the pending battle. He knew that Suteko would do nothing unfair and he wanted to make sure his pop stayed in human form. He had already caught Pop trying to sneak out an hour ago. He had had a pack and was in panda form. Ranma had quickly doused him with hot water. After a dirty look Genma had given up and went back into their room. He looked out the door leading to the yard. All was quiet, but that would soon change. He wondered if the battle would be in the yard or in the dojo. From what he saw last night Pop was in for a beating. Suteko could wield that big stick of hers like it was a twig. Pop was good at what he did but he was getting old and slow. That, and Suteko wouldn’t be pulling any punches. Pop’s only chance in winning would come from him attacking fast and catching her off balance.
He heard a knock coming from the front door. As he got up, he heard Kasumi’s sweet voice drifting out of the kitchen. “Ranma, could you get that?”
“Sure thing, Kasumi.” Doing anything Kasumi asked him always brought a smile to his face. Before he even reached the door he knew it would be Suteko.
“Hiya, Suteko!” He swung open the door and started to greet his sister when he stopped. Suteko was standing there but so was a woman that at first he mistook for his mother. He stood in shock for a moment.
Suteko took pity on him right away. “Hello, Ranma. Can we come in?”
“Yeah, sure.” Ranma stepped to the side and waved them in. He was glad to see that there was only Suteko and the woman who looked so much like his mom. Her fears about her grandfather must have been just because she was so tired yesterday. After they passed he closed the door, but not before a cold wind blew through.
“Ranma, I’d like to introduce you to my mother, Atsuko Fukushuu.” Turning, she gestured to the woman. “Mother, this is Ranma Satome, Genma’s son.”
“Yes, I know. His son by Nokoda.” The woman was beautiful but very cold. Ranma could easily see why Suteko was uncomfortable around here. Turning he led the two through to the Tendo family Dojo. Kasumi and Nabiki met them by the door and greeted the two women politely.
With the graceful ease she had in doing everything, Kasumi pulled Suteko’s mother into a quiet conversation about nothing, letting the siblings talk privately. “Boy, she really looks like my mother. No wonder we look alike.”
“I guess so.” Suteko was quiet and nervous.
Ranma took pit
y on her and placed a hand on her arm. “Are you sure your ready for this?”
Suteko looked up at her new found family. “Of course.” She smiled but it faded fast. “It’s not the fight that has me worried, Ranma. I don’t know where great-grandfather is,” she whispered.
“Well, he didn’t come with you. Are you sure he’d be interested in this?”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. Anything that touches on the family interests that old spider.”
After a few minutes, Akane came into the room with Ukyo a step behind. She smiled and came over to say hello. Suteko looked down at her watch. “Ranma, shouldn’t you get Genma, now? We should get the show on the road.”
“Sure thing, Suteko. I’m sure he hasn’t snuck out this time. I had Mr. Tendo keep an eye on him.” Ranma turned and went back into the house.
“Suteko, I love your gi. What is that you have embroidered on the front panels?” asked Akane.
“Yeah, I don’t recognize that type of serpent,” added Ukyo.
Suteko looked down at her front. She was wearing a black silk gi with American diamond-back rattlers twining down the front. “They are the American Diamond-back Rattler. They were the symbol Uncle Tanto picked for the Dojo. He felt they were a noble animal and they are endangered now in the US. They warn an approaching enemy to back away and only strike if you get to close. Kinda’ like our art.” She smiled as she spoke. It was obvious to both girls that Suteko loved the man she spoke of.
“Are snakes a symbol of the Fukushuu clan?” Asked Ukyo.
“No, they are not!” Answered Atsuko from where she and Kasumi sat. “I don’t understand why you demanded to wear that thing, daughter. I brought a perfectly proper gi with the clan totem on it.”
“You know why, Mother,” Suteko answered in a subdued voice. Atsuko just turned back to Kasumi with a disdainful sniff. She ignored Suteko’s look of pleading and continued to speak to Kasumi about nonsense.
***
Upstairs Ranma and Soun were preparing Genma for battle. “Come now, old friend. It won’t be that bad. You admit that you did wrong to the woman.”
Genma nodded. “Do you think if I just apologize I won’t have to go through this farce?”
Ranma punched his father on the arm. “This isn’t a farce, Pop! Suteko’s been searching for you for a year. She had to give up a lot, and I don’t think that she’d be happy with just an apology. Besides, I’m sure that her mom wants to see you take some damage.” He remembered the woman’s cold face. “She looks like she’ll only be happy once you’re face down on the mat.”
“Atsuko’s here!?” Genma started to shake, looking around desperately for a source of cold water.
“Yes, she is, Satome. Now let’s stop this and get down stairs. You have to do this. It is an honor battle. The girl gave you twentyfour hours to prepare. More than enough. Now act like a man and not a panda, for once.”
“Tendo! I thought you’d support me.”
“I have.” Soun answered dryly. “For months now.”
Genma just looked sheepish and started down the stairs, like a man condemned.
***
Genma and Suteko faced off in the dojo. The atmosphere was just a bit tense. Genma was for once taking something seriously. Even though he knew he was guilty, it was a matter of honor. He had not known that Atsuko was pregnant. If she had told him, instead of leaving the country, he would have done something. He wasn’t sure what, but he would have tried. He looked over to Atsuko and found, though still beautiful, the woman had changed. It was not something that was easy to spot but the easy going, quick-to-smile young woman was gone. In its place was a cold, perfect woman. It was too bad; but he had other things to think about. The girl in front of him for one. She looked much like his son but she couldn’t have his same ability. She hadn’t trained exclusively from birth, had she?
Suteko breathed deeply as she centered herself for the coming battle. She pushed the uncomfortable thoughts of her family from her mind. She hadn’t seen her Great-grandfather yet this morning, but she knew that she could easily miss the man. He was a master at the family’s secret technique of stepping sideways, out of sight. She knew just how hard it would be for anyone to spot him if he decided to use the technique at his full ability. She hoped that he decided that this wasn’t the right time to introduce Ranma to the family.
The two fighters stepped away from the onlookers and took battle stances. Suteko pulled her staff out of space and came up on the balls of her feet. She waited a moment and then moved forward. The battle had begun. Unlike the pleasant bout with Ukyo yesterday, she didn’t pull any of her punches. Genma had relied on his power to quickly end this battle, but found that his daughter’s agility evened out the battle. He could land only a few blows but they did stagger the much smaller girl.
Atsuko walked over to stand near Ranma and his two fiancees as the battle began. She could be heard to mumble under her breath each time Suteko missed a block. Each time the girl landed a solid blow to Genma she let out a small, excited cry. Ranma tore his eyes from his sister and father to look over at the woman. She was truly enjoying this fight. As he turned back he felt a cold wind along his back, causing him to shiver. There was something, but he wasn’t sure what.
After ten minutes, Suteko vaulted over Genma’s latest punch and swung her staff around to land the telling blow to Genma’s head. Knocking him flat on his back. She neatly jumped up and landed on his stomach. Placing her staff against his throat she spoke in a low and even voice, “Yield!”
Genma, panting, with his eyes closed, nodded. Suteko bounced off to the side and looked over at her mother. Atsuko stared back, coldly. She thrust her chin downward in a curt nod. Suteko sighed and turned to Genma. She spoke just loud enough to be heard by the watchers. “Now, kneel.” Genma struggled up, unaided and turned to face the observers. Suteko straightened and spoke clearly. “Now, Genma, it is time to admit your crime and make amends.”
Genma looked up at Suteko, “Wasn’t this enough?” he whined.
Suteko looked down at her father. She felt no accomplishment in what she had done and must now do, but she continued. “No, you know what you must do,” she answered trying to be stern.
Genma’s shoulders drooped and he nodded. “Okay,” he whispered to her. Looking up at his family and those friends he considered family, he turned toward the woman he wronged seventeen years ago. “I, Genma Satome, admit that I led Atsuko Fukushuu to believe that I would marry her and then used her trust to ..,” he swallowed and then continued. “To sleep with her, and then broke off the engagement to marry someone else.”
Atsuko, nodded at each word he said, glad. It was what she had waited for but she wanted more. “And...”
Genma looked confused. He added, “and I’m sorry?”
Atsuko folded her arms. “That’s not enough! You shall make amends!”
Suteko, concerned, stepped toward Atsuko. “Mother, what else do you want? You told me, when this started, that having him on his knees, apologizing was enough.”
Atsuko threw back her head and laughed. “This, enough! Really, child, how can you be so naive!?” She turned and gestured. “Grandfather!”
Behind Ranma, a large, muscular old man formed. His face held a look at once amused, cruel and aquizative. “You are correct, granddaughter. In payment for your crime, Genma Satome, we will take your son.” With that his hands flashed out and tapped Ranma three times on the skull. Ranma spun about as the man’s hands flashed. He crumpled into the man’s arms and they disappeared.
“Ranma!” Akane called out.
“Ran-chan!” Ukyo called as she raced to the spot he had been in a moment before.
Genma leapt up, holding out a hand toward his son. Atsuko laughed again.
Suteko stepped toward her mother, her staff swirling and eyes flashing. “Mother, what have you done?” she cried out in a pained voice.
Atsuko turned to her daughter and smiled. A cruel, s
low smile. “Gotten my revenge!”
“Ranma had nothing to do with this!” Suteko stopped with her staff under her mother’s chin. “Tell Grandfather to bring him back!”
In a cold, quiet voice Atsuko calmly told her “No.”
“Mother, Ranma is innocent. You tell Grandfather to bring him back or I’ll...”
“You’ll what, child? Attack the Fukushuu? Storm the Family mansion?” Her voice was cutting, holding no concern for her daughter or those around her. “Stop this nonsense, Suteko and come with me. Grandfather Ito will make you and Ranma the greatest martial artists who ever lived. You will be the heirs to the great Fukushuu name.” Her eyes glowed with the pleasure of winning her dreams. She paid no attention to the looks of disbelief and horror on the faces around her.
“Mother, Ranma is the heir of the Satome School and I am Uncle Tanto’s Heir. We don’t need the Fukushuu clan.” She pleaded with her mother, hoping to find some sense to what was going on.
Atsuko’s gaze focused back on her daughter, “That is too bad, daughter. If you don’t want to be part of the future, fine; but Ranma will be Fukushuu. Grandfather will insure that.”
“How?” cried Akane.
“No one can make Ran-chan do anything he doesn’t want,” added Ukyo.
“What he wants doesn’t matter. By now, he has forgotten all about you and his father. By tomorrow, he will belong to the Fukushuu, heart and soul.” She laughed again as she faded from sight.
Suteko snarled, “No, you don’t, Mother,” and started to fade also when a blazing white staff came out of nowhere and smashed into her face, knocking her to her knees. An evil laugh echoed, once again, through the dojo and then faded into silence.
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