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Oh well, here's chapter 2 of:

Fight For Life: Suikoden Style

Chapter 2: Let Chaos Rule...Back to Royalty

A 12 year old Ranma stared back at Ferid as his indifferent smile diminished, 'Damn they found me. Crap back to a quiet life...Guess I'll take a breather then.' Ranma said to himself.

He hopped off the hill of corpses and made his way towards the group. “Guys looks like they found me, and the war is starting to wrap up. Time for us to return to Sol-Falena. Rira-Ohki, Ranko-Ohki, you better make an alibi if you want to visit me publicly at the palace, else questions will be thrown everywhere. Blaze, Hiro...you can finish up your...water...tree house...now...” Ranma said telepathically as the others nodded from where ever they were and disappeared.

Ranma approached the group with no change in his expression. As Ranma approached, the dirtied soldiers he had been fighting with, saluted him. Ferid was standing with a blond haired youth and a small entourage of soldiers Ranma stopped in front of his 'Father', he nodded at the soldiers and then saluted his father as he switched his sword hand.

Ferid was staring down at Ranma with pure shock. Ranma discontinued saluting his father and looked up at him expectantly. Meanwhile, Ferid was taking in Ranma's new appearance, which had drastically changed.

He had a noticeable increase in height, even for his 'age'. He was no longer wearing the flowing royal clothes they had tailored for him, neither was he wearing the normally issued Falenan War issued armor and clothing. Ranma instead was wearing a long sleeved jacket that had been buttoned up all the way to the collar. He had on a pair of cargo pants with many little pockets and a pair of hard leather black boots. His shirt and pants were colored a gray camouflage. He had on a pair of dark leather fingerless gloves. His dogtags and Chaos pendent were hanging freely from his neck. The Chaos' wheel with 8 spokes ending in arrows was hanging 3 inches from his dogtags and covered with blood with an occasional drop of blood. Oh and did he mention the most eye catching of Ranma's appearance?

Ranma's clothes were soaked with blood, it seemed that the blood had dried over once and then his clothes were doused with the blood again. Soaking it further and darkening his clothes. His nodachi was of an exquisite design, something that Ferid had never seen before. Ferid studied the sword closely, the handle was that of 2 dragons, a black one and a white one; which were entwined with each other. Their heads ended at the end of the handle, with the two dragons facing each other. The edge was straight and pointed straight out, then it angled upward suddenly to a point, the blunt side of the sword had some gaps in it, giving it an aerodynamic look and advantage. The blade was currently dripping with specks of blood painted all over the handle, guard, and blunt side of the nodachi.

Ranma frowned as he followed Ferid's line of sight, which lead to his bloodied sword. Ranma brought his sword up and swiped it down in a quick motion, throwing off all the red liquid. He brought out a nodachi sheath from out of nowhere and sheathed his blade.

Ferid brought his line of sight off of Ranma and onto the meadow which was an improvised graveyard. His son had to fight by himself for 2 years, cut off from most supplies and reinforcement, and he fought off a near regiment of soldiers and survive.

His son wasn't the 'boy' he 'used' to be anymore, he was a 'warrior' and a 'man' to the core now. Ferid kneel downed to Ranma and grabbed him by the shoulders. “It's time to come home Ranma.” He stated as Ranma gave him a inquisitive look.

Later...

Arshtat held onto her baby daughter protectively as Lymsleia giggled innocently in her mother's arms. Haswar couldn't stop smiling at the little girl, while Sialeeds was appreciating the little baby girl herself.

They finally had a legitimate heir to the Falenan Throne, however, Lymsleia was a blessing in disguise to the Royal Family. Lymsleia had brought Arshtat out of her depression of losing her first child to idiotic officials.

The active Queen's Knights were standing next to the Queen, Haswar, and Sialeeds. Galleon, Zahhak, were standing dutifully next to them. Lyon, stood nervously and shyly behind Sialeeds as she stared on at the proceedings.

Miakis, a trainee to be a Queen's night, under heavy recommendation from the Commander of the Dragon Calvary; stood next to the much younger girl and grinned as she stared at the little baby girl.

Today was the blessing ritual in which the Nobles and diplomats came to pay their respects to the birth of the Lymsleia. The Godwins and The Barows stood on opposite sides of the room with their children standing protectively behind them. Right now they were waiting for King Ferid, who was due back in any minute.

Meanwhile...

The people in Sol-Falena parted a path for the Commander of the Queen's Knights. His small entourage of soldiers right behind him. However, it wasn't the King they were focused on, it was the child walking next to the King in his bloodied attire. People stared on with wide eyes as Ranma stared face front with his empty eyes and expression. Ferid and the others rushed back to the capital as fast as they could once Ranma was found.

All in all the trip only took 2 hours, as they raced back to the palace in a ship, navigating the Feitas River.

They walked up the palace stairs and up to the entrance where the two female guards he had seen when he was younger stood watch. As soon as he came into view, the guards took on a shocked look and stared at the former chibi boy they used to see.

Ferid pushed open the doors and Ranma walked in after him. Ferid walked into the audience chamber where Arshtat looked up to see her husband.

“Ah Ferid, we've been waiting for you, now we can finish the prep-” Arshtat stopped abruptly as the bloodied child came into view. The others blinked and looked curiously at why Queen Arshtat had stopped talking. They followed her line of sight, and they all stared frozen with shock at the child that had entered with Ferid. Ranma stared back at them with a raised eyebrow and tilted his head, his icy cold eyes reflected everybody in the room.

There was no mistaking it, his posture, his stance, his deep silverish blue eyes, his braided pigtail. The Prince of Falena! Queen Arshtat handed off her daughter to Haswar and quickly rushed towards Ranma. She stepped towards him and reached out for her 'son'. “Ranma...”

Ranma's eyes widen as he realized that the way she was approaching him, she would accidentally come in contact with his nodachi. Ranma jumped back from her before she could come in contact with him and looked at her with caution.

Like all of Ranma's personal weapons, such as his guns and swords, the nodachi was for Ranma's use exclusively, anyone else who tried to use it or touch it, would receive a 35,000 volt shock and 2nd degree burns.

However, Ranma's motions were received quite differently by his mother. She took this as a sign on fear and distrust. Which just tore her up inside as she looked crestfallen. “Ranma, it's your mother. What's wrong my son?” Arshtat asked as she stared with tearful eyes.

Ranma realized how she had interpret his movements and just looked at her with a frown. He raised up his weapon and pointed at it, then he pointed at her and shook his head. He stabbed his sword, sheath and all, straight into the concrete ground. He walked towards Arshtat and wrapped her into a hug.

Her eyes lit up with a affectionate glow and she squeezed her son back in affection. She felt a warm fuzzy glow return within her as a tear ran down her cheek. Ranma sighed tiredly as his 'mother' continued to hold him and was not letting go anytime soon.

Luserina Barows, stared at the proceedings with confused eyes, she tugged at her father's sleeve to ask him a question. However, her father shushed her and told her to be silent. Her brother on the other hands was cowering as he stared with wide eyes at Ranma. Euram, remembered him, the mute boy that disappeared...Prince Ranma just plained creep him out.

On the other side, Sialeeds' ex-fiancee, Gizel Godwin was watching the scene with envy, and a small amount of awe. His father however, was watching the scene with a calculating look as well as a small amount of surprise.

Suddenly Arshtat blinked as she felt something wet seeping into her clothes. She released Ranma and looked down at her Royal Clothes, her attire was slightly soaked with a red liquid as it darkened her clothing. She looked back to her son with a wide eyed stare.

Those clothes weren't naturally dark!! It was Blood!!

Ranma's complete attire was entirely soaked with it.

“Ranma...? What...?” Arshtat started but Ferid intervened.

“He's been through hell Arshtat.” Ferid started as his stare turned hard, “I found him on an completely forgotten outpost, that's been continually raided for the past two years. He's been fighting all this time, that blood is the blood of the Armes' Soldiers he fought against. Though I don't doubt that some of it is his.”

Ranma frowned as it seemed that the people who were staring at him, gasped in shock and surprise. His eyes glanced back as a male Royal Guard came up from behind and reached for his nodachi.

His hand reached out and grasped the handle of the nodachi in an attempt to pull it out. However, that was not the case, the moment he touched the blade, a black spark wrapped around his hand as black electricity ran through his hand. The guard let out a blood curdling scream and jumped back holding his hand. He fell to the ground crying as he tried to calm his bleeding and heavily stunned hand.

The people were shaken out of their stupor and stared at the guard who was on the ground screaming. Several other guards ran towards him and tried to help him as they examined his injury. His hand was severely burned and the people could see the raw open flesh of the guard as his hand was shaking from the electric shock.

Ranma sighed as he shook his head and walked back towards his sword. He grabbed his nodachi out of the ground and pulled it out without much effort. Just an attest to his strength and prowess to the people around him. He stooped down and forcibly held out the guard's hand. His hands hovered over it as he reached into his Magicka reserves and activated a spell he learned during his tour of the Elder Scroll Universe, as so affectionately called by the gods who watched over the lands.

“Magic School of Restoration: Major Restoration.” Ranma thought to himself as a blue glow was emitted from his hands and it restored the guard's injuries.

The guard stared with amazement as he the numbing pain was now gone. The people around him blinked as they tried to identify what they just saw. There was no medicine or mega medicine present. The Prince obviously must have had a medicine or healing rune on the people thought presumptively.

Ranma strapped the sword back onto his back, however the nodachi was longer then his current body was of right now. So it hung loosely horizontally along his lower back. Ranma walked towards his 'mother', he put his right hand over his chest and bowed to her from the waist. As such was a customary greeting in Falena.

Ranma stood back up and began walking away from the group. His mother and father blinked at his actions as he started making his way towards his old room.

“Ranma wait!” Arshtat shouted as Ranma paused in his steps. Arshtat quickly raced back towards Haswar to retrieve her daughter. She walked back to him with her daughter in hand and kneel down to Ranma's level. “Ranma, my son. Meet your sister. Lymsleia.” Arshtat introduced as she handed the baby to Ranma.

Ranma blinked curiously as he held the little baby girl in his hands. Lymsleia stared back at him in curiosity as she she started touching his face with his small hands. She then laughed as she began to lightly slap his face. 'How cute...' Ranma thought wryly as he a small but noticeable smile appeared on his face.

As he held the baby, his Ki senses felt a strange anomaly within the building. Well, actually he felt the anomaly when he had walked in, but he ignored it for now. It was a life source, but the person or thing was hiding very carefully in the ceiling. His eyes formed into a heated glare as he glanced up at the ceiling briefly, his hands started to tighten, however he stopped himself when he remembered that the baby was still in his arms.

The people watching him noticed his actions and interpreted them differently. Apparently he didn't approve of the new sister...apparently he didn't like the fact that he was just sent to war for a replacement...Since he was a male, he didn't matter and was not important.

Or so that's what the people thought. But we know better don't we...

Ranma handed the daughter back to his 'mother' and again gave her a quick bow. He quickly made a 180 degree turn on his heel and marched upstairs.

Arshtat wordlessly watched as her 'son' left her, her insides quickly became torn up again. Ferid placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort, but had no words of comfort to say.

The crowd of people watched as the Prince of Falena left them, an aura of anger and indifference left behind...

“We should continue with the proceedings Arshtat, we'll tend to little Ranma-kun later.” Haswar advised as he came up to the Queen. Arshtat gave her a wordless nod as she, with her daughter in her arms, walked back towards the throne. Her mind in turmoil as she tried to control her emotions about her 'son'.

'We are going to be in some interesting times...whether they are good or bad I can't decide.' Sialeeds thought to herself silently.

Meanwhile...

Ranma stood over an eviscerated body as his nodachi was drawn out. 'A spy...or an Armes assassin to be more correct...' He concluded as he wiped his blade clean and sheathed it. 'Well this won't do at all, as much as I would like to start another war with this assassin. I doubt Arshtat will let me move anywhere.'

Ranma shrugged in disappointment, 'Oh well, I had my fun for now...'

He walked towards the body and pointed his palm out at the body. 'Ultimate Helljumper Technique: ENDWAR...revised...power reduced by 97 percent.' Ranma thought silently as he concentrated. A white beam shout out and surrounded the body, then the body began to dematerialize from sight and time.

Ultimate Helljumper Technique: ENDWAR. One of the most devastating techniques in Ranma's arsenal, even more so then Chaotic Disruption and Chaotic Apocalypse. Ranma has only utilized this technique three times so far when he was still mortal. It was about when he was 27 or 28 did he stop being mortal...and human. He had used the technique once during a theoretical application, then again during World War III and again a year and a half after World War III. The third time he used it Ranma annihilated several colonies and killed over 1.9 billion people, the technique isn't without its drawbacks though. This techniques could kill Ranma during his time as a human, now however it just puts an brutally extreme strain on his body when used normally. The reason this technique is so devastating is because it does something nearly impossible, it creates concentrated antimatter. Something that Washuu had turned giddy about and demanded to know how he did it, though he never would share with her on how it was created. Ranma had to pour nearly all his concentration and Ki and Chi reserves to perform this technique, turning all of the electrons in an atom from negative to positive; and all the protons to antiprotons. He then fired a white wave, beam, or photon full of positrons and antiprotons at the enemy and or object. The antimatter literally tears anything it comes in contact with, apart atom by atom, particles by particles. And wipes out the persons or objects it comes in contact with, from existence. After the technique dies down, nothing is left except for bit and pieces of subatomic particles. Though... after Ranma used the technique, he is nearly drained of every energy reserve he had and his body was taxed to its limit. The first time he used this technique, he fell into a coma for a month.

Ranma huffed as beads of sweat rolled down his head, the technique, no matter how many times he used it, it was just so draining and demanding... like an evil girlfriend, fiancée or something...

Ranma shuddered involuntarily, 'I already have too many of those...Evangeline, Hinako, Nabiki, Gina Diggers...or was it Brianna Diggers? Ugh, either way... they all scare the crap out of me.'

Ranma popped his neck as he made sure nobody was around to see him perform one of his techniques. He turned on his heel and paced quickly back to his room to change.

'Well, back to lazy royalty...this sucks...' He thought lazily as he pushed open the door to his room and locked it behind him.

6 Years Later...

The Angel of Hell, the Hell Angel, the Demon with a Angel's face; the names used to describe it. It's said that he always has a smile of a carefree child whenever he kills. The Armes soldiers who fought against him never told the tale of his fighting style. Only those who ran at first sight or came upon the battleground afterwards spread the tell about the child who look like an angel but fought like a demon. The tale spread through the Armes camps of the mute child who's a forsaken Angel born in the depths of hell. The Angel who knew nothing of mercy...nothing of remorse...nothing of kindness or love...only of killing, slaughtering, and murder of those who stood in it's way.

News of the mute child soldier had spread all over the Armes camps and soon spread to the country itself. His name was unknown, but his mercilessness wasn't. The country itself scoffed at the very idea of this...so called Angel of Hell during the war...

Well that is until they sent off a two brigades of soldiers towards the mute child's location to quell this so called rumor...

Not a single soldier returned alive...the heads of their generals were sent back to them in boxes.

Soon the Legend of the Mute Child Soldier or the Angel of Hell as he was so well known as, went from being rumor and speculation to fact and truth.

The Mute Child Soldier's legend was soon spread throughout the world. Toran, Dunan, Grasslands, Zexen, Island Nations, Harmonia, Kanakan, Zelant...especially the New Armes Kingdom since it originated there.

Soon little stories and tales began to spring up about him and his existence, everything from fairy tales to romance novels, strangely enough, were written about him.

He would be used as a figure to scare little children into sleeping instead of doing naughty things.

Falena didn't know what to make of the tale as the Mute Child was supposedly originated from their lands; and it was apparently about their previously returned Prince...but those were nothing but just rumors and speculations...right?

Unfortunately, as most humans forget, all stories, whether they be fairy tales or rumors, all started from a truth or event that really did happen.

Ranma laughed a little bit on the inside as he thought about it. Six years had passed and stories of him were still being told as a bedtime story.

In the six years that had passed, things had became different and...strange.

6 years had passed, so now Ranma was supposedly 18. Now he looked a lot more like himself when he had entered the world.

He now stood at 6'0'', he had his black hair tied into a pigtail that went down to the middle of his back. His unnatural silverish blue eyes, became a sought after appearance for women, even though they looked cold and had a small hint of warmth.

The Prince had a LOT of lady admirers. Go figure.

His body had returned to it's original form as he let go of the Ki disguise, his faded scars had returned, his muscular form return, though not as muscular as a body builder. Compared to body builders, Ranma was actually more of a lithe dancer with slightly muscled parts of his body. Just enough for everyone to see they're there, but not overly specify the thought. Though they always did...especially the women. He always wore clothing that covered a majority of his body, so no one, not even his mother, knew of his physical attributes.

He wore his dog tag necklace, and Chaos Pendant proudly as they hung around his neck. His set of jet black obsidian bracers, anklets, and choker just added more to his roguish appearance. Of course his mother was curious about the strange symbols and markings, so she hired some people to see if they can translate it. So far, that hadn't been any success.

Ranma now was forced to return to the Royal Dress Clothes that had been tailored for him, he found the clothes to be...uncomfortable in some ways. He didn't like the fact that his clothes was more like a dress then a male attire. He still wore some fingerless black gloves to hide the two true runes on his hand so nobody had found out about them yet. His nodachi was strapped to his back as well as an additional double edged katana on his waist.

He was still kind and docile to everybody around him, though now he was more indifferent and apathetic then ever. The females in the palace as well as his attendants, were still teasing him with their usual games. Such as wanting a hug, wanting a kiss, wanting to cuddle etc. Hell, even the young women and little girls in Sol-Falena were playing with him like that.

Then there was the other reason why he had so many lady admirers.

Even though Ranma underwent all the traumatic changes mentally and physically, he was still a sucker for helpless women. The policy included 'crying women' in bold letters. Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki just loved teasing him about that fact.

What kind of Super Soldier, who was the AWOL God of Abyss, Chaos, and War; former Demon God of the 95th Hell Legion, Commander of the Helljumpers, Original Spartan Originator, Human Warboss of the Waaaghs, Blessed by Gork and Mork, Chaos Advocate of the Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Undivided, blessed by Slaanesh, Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle. As well as the person who has fought in every war possible and limiting themselves for death and pain just for fun, was a helpless sucker for helpless women?

Well obviously him.

Anyway, since his return, Ranma had apparently became isolated and more cold to everyone on the outside, though of course everyone gave him wide berth because of his history.

Though in actuality, he was just more busy then usual and he was starting to get really annoyed at the fact that he still had 3 more years to go with Blaze's bet. Staying silent and not saying a single thing in 18 years sucked... a lot.

Not to mention, his Mother Arshtat, Aunt Sialeeds, and Haswar were overly worried about his wellbeing. Ever since his return there had been a large influx of Alcohol being delivered to him in his name specifically and periodically.

Ranma was starting to miss his favorite beverage, so he started buying and ordering large amounts and drinking them down by the gallons. His family tried to persuade him to stop, but after what he went through...'or what they thought he went through.' They thought of it as a way to deal with his 'traumatic experiences.'

His 'mother', after his return six years ago, had become extremely overprotective of him, and restricted his movements for a while. Miakis had became his bodyguard for awhile until she was reassigned to his 'sister'. So Lyon was his bodyguard now...well, then there were the two other bodyguards that followed him everywhere.

Approximately 3 years ago, his wives had returned to the castle and applied to be his bodyguards. Of course, his mother was eager for him to return back to the kind and affectionate boy that he used to be before the war. So she immediately assigned them to him.

Ranma chuckled silently as he leaned back onto the velvet seat of the coach they were in. His wives were adamant about their bodyguard position and so for the last three years, they grew into quite the dutiful beauties in the palace, just like he knew they would. Of course it grew annoying when Kyle or some other male in the castle would start hitting on his wives. Though their marital status was still 'unofficial' in the universe.

Ranko-Ohki and Rira-Ohki blinked as they glanced at him from either side of him. They, like him, had grew their bodies to be proportioned to their supposed age. They were both wearing the same identical thing, a heavy black Kevlar armored vest, with little pockets on the chest. Underneath that, they were wearing a digital black camouflage shirts with the sleeves cut off. Their right shoulders were wrapped tightly to conceal the Helljumper Tattoo on their arm. Both had black cargo pants on and black boots that were custom made from the materials in this world. They had two double edged katanas on their persons and a multitude of daggers hidden everywhere. One katana was on the left side of their waist and another was on their back sticking out from the left shoulder.

Ranko-Ohki had her dark red hair tied into a tight braid which ended at her back, while Rira-Ohki had her hair tied into a simple ponytail which ended at her back.

Ranma gave them a sheepish smile as they raised their eyebrows at him and his sudden silent chuckle. As his bodyguards though, his two wives had more access to him then anybody else in the palace...as well as many other privileges that people didn't have.

Then there was his other bodyguard which his father had assigned to him. Lyon, the cute girl that used to hang around him quite a bit when he was still in the palace and before he left for the war, Lyon was fifteen now and a Queen's Knight Apprentice. Miakis, a Queen's Knight Apprentice, supposedly a year older then him; was his previous bodyguard until she was reassigned to his little sister. Though she would be receiving her coronation into a full Queen's Knight in a few weeks.

Kyle, the blond haired youth, who was two years older then him, had recently just been coronate into a full Queen's Knight about 5 months ago. The palace was very slowly recruiting new Queen's Knights since the requirements were quite high.

Zahhak was still serving as a Queen's Knight, they had recently recruited some woman named Alenia as a Queen's Knight. Ferid had brought over an old friend of his from the Island Nations, a certain Georg Prime, and he had became a Queen's Knight as well as Sialeed's bodyguard. Galleon, the aging old man, was still carrying on his duty as well.

Then there was him...

Ferid had been talking to him about making him a honorary Queen's Knight as well as his Second in Command, or Vice-Commander of the Queen's Knight. Of course, this has never happen before in the history of Falena, then again, there is a first time for everything.

As The Prince of Falena, Falenan royal princes are not generally accorded much respect, since they cannot inherit the throne in a Queendom. As such, Ranma mostly performed ceremonial functions; due to his lack of duties, he was free to explore and leave the capital. Though his mother would say otherwise since she was still very adamant about his safety, and reluctant on him leaving the safety of the palace.

However, his 'father' knew better, Ferid was aware of his fighting prowess, though the majority of Falenas were in the dark about it, thinking that he was nothing more then just a useless public figure...if only they knew. However, the military personal of Falena, if they weren't aware of his physical prowess, were very well aware of his strategical prowess.

Ranma was one of the best strategist and tacticians in the country, rivaled only by Lucretia Merces. He had never met her, but he had heard that she was apparently a Godwin Supporter and that she was currently Marscal's mistress or something like that.

Anyway, as Prince, he wasn't important as his sister, mother, or father, and was about on the same standards as his aunt. As such he was one of the only royals able to move around and do whatever the hell he wanted without attracting suspicion.

However, another reason Ferid was thinking of making him a honorary Queen's Knight and or Second in Command in case of his falling, was because of his authority. Ranma practically had no authoritative power whatsoever. Hell, Sialeeds had more authoritative power then he did. So by making him a Queen's Knight, he had the ability to command armies and take control of the Queen's Knights.

Ferid and he were still working out the kinks in the plan, but the idea would be that he would have his coronation at the same time as Miakis. Though Ranma and Ferid knew that there would be people who would object to the idea, nobles who would scoff at him, and Godwin and Barows factions who would protest to such an idea.

However, as many of the people in Falena have apparently forgotten. Falena was ruled by the Royal Powers of the kingdom, not two factions of apparent nobility. The Falenas, The Royal Family that has been ruling Falena since it's creation, were the foremost Rulers of Falena. Anyone could recognize the royal family because of their infamous bright silver hair, his mother had it, Haswar had it, and soon when his sister became older, her hair would become silver too. Strangely enough, he thought it was weird since Sialeed's had bright blond hair. Well that is until he found out that she periodically dyed her hair from it's usual silver pigment.

Well anyway, the senate and the two factions only came into the picture when they started marrying into the Royal Throne, the King was usually either a male Barows or Godwins, well that was until his father came into play, the only male foreigner to become King of Falena who wasn't a Godwin or Barows. Anyway since Ferid was the King of Falena, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, especially with the support and the backing of the Queen herself.

The only problem at the moment would be that people doubt what Ranma could do, they believe that even with all the weapons and apparent martial art training he had on him, he was just for show. A majority of the country were blissfully unaware of Ranma's part in the war with the Armes Nation.

Ranma chuckled silently.

Then again, they were also very unaware of his abilities, skills, strength, intelligence... brutality... cruelty... immorality... inhuman nature. Ranma noted idly.

“Prince, we'll be arriving in Sol-Falena in a few hours.” Lyon said as she looked back at him from the window as she was sitting across of the three. Ranma smiled and nodded at her.

Lyon, his other faithful bodyguard. She wore the same clothes as many of the other Queen's Knights, a battle dress with the black and gold pattern that resembled all the others, she had on knee length bronze boots. Unlike many of the other Queen's Knight's uniforms, her sleeves were large pink silk that hung off of her arms. She had a long white sash tied into a large bow on her back like most of the uniforms. She had her hair tied into two long trails that were tied again into a small braid that shorten her long hair to shoulder length. She used a Nagamaki as her main weapon.

When they were younger, the little girl would be seen only doing two things, it would either be training under the Queen's Knights...or following the Prince around as his playmate.

In the last six years, very little of that premise has changed, she was still training as a Queen's Knight's apprentice, and she still was devoted and loyal to him by following him everywhere he went.

As the palace and city of Sol-Falena came into view, Ranma leaned back against his comfy chair and closed his eyes in fatigue.

There was one problem that he forgotten to mention... his sister.

Later...

Ranma almost groaned audibly as he walked back towards Sol-Falena, his aunt, Sialeeds, and her bodyguard, Georg Prime, noticed these subtle actions immediately.

They were coming back from a regular inspection of the East Palace and The Dawn Rune, a True Rune like his Soul Eater Rune and Rune of Punishment. The three True Runes called out and greeted each other discreetly as Ranma and the others made the inspection.

They were now coming back to Sol-Falena and carry out the rest of his duties as a Royal Prince...which virtually meant nothing of real importance. However, he needed to talk to Ferid anyway about his plans and coronation into a Queen's Knight...er, well not really 'talk' since he couldn't talk...more like listening intently.

Anyway he was dreading his return right now for one reason...his sister Lymsleia. Currently she was six years old and being groomed to be the next Queen of Falena.

Now, he wasn't going to say that she was a bitch...but yeah. She was kind of a bitch.

Of course, Ranma forgave her because of her age and how the Royal Teachers were teaching her the importance and unimportance of the Falena and it's rulers. She learned that since he, her brother, was of no importance and he could never come into any power, she kind of looked down upon him. Which was kind of ironic since she was barely three feet and he was nearly growing past six feet.

However, since as her 'brother' and not implied 'meat shield', he had to be kind to her and love her all the same...

However, to his chargin, she always threw a fit and glared at him when she saw him. It wasn't to say that she didn't like him, it more along the line of respect and minimum familial love.

Sialeeds and Georg felt a small amount of sympathy for the mute boy. All three of his bodyguards followed closely behind him as they walked through the market place of the capital.

Citizens parted way for the Royals and their exclusively trained bodyguards. A few of the young girls and women giggled and waved towards him. Ranma sweatdropped slightly, but continued on with a slight nod of his head here and there.

They approached the doors to the palace and the two guards stationed there held the door opened for the royal entourage. They gave him and the others a quick bow as they passed them. As soon as they entered the royal guards closed the door behind them. Ranma and the others blinked at the sudden disappearance of light as their eyes adjusted to the lighting in the marble palace.

“Well, I'm going to turn in, all this running around with you is quite draining on a young woman like myself. I wonder why, Ferid still thinks you need a babysitter of some sort.” Sialeeds remarked as she yawned and stretched her back.

Ranma raised an eyebrow at her comment. She was the one that suggest that she followed along. Ferid was well aware that he could take care of himself. It was to alleviate the Queen's nervousness on him leaving again.

Nevertheless, Ranma made no comment, (because he couldn't) and just gave her a slight nod.

Georg snorted at her, “Yeah, you old aunts need all the rest you can get these days.” Georg commented and began walking towards the Queen's Knight's room. Sialeed's blinked and whipped her head towards her bodyguard.

“Hey what do you mean old?! Hey get back here!” Sialeeds exclaimed as she followed after the one eyed man. Their voices fading as they walked away.

Ranma sighed, then looked towards Lyon as she looked at him curiously. He tapped her on the shoulder with a smile and then pointed towards the Queen's Knight's room. She blinked at him with confusion as she tried to interpret his gestures. He then tapped the katana on his waist and then jabbed his thumb back at the room again.

Recognition lit up in her eyes as she realized what the Prince was saying. He was reminding her of her scheduled advance swordsmanship training. She then bowed to him at the waist hurriedly and humbly apologized to him.

“Pardon me, Prince, I have to leave you for my training. Thank you for reminding me so, but you shouldn't do so as you are the Prince. You shouldn't have to remember such little peasantries.” Lyon said but was quickly cut off as Ranma waved his finger at her and then tousled her hair as she blushed.

She quickly rushed off and that just left Prince Ranma, Rira-Ohki, and Ranko-Ohki.

“Well, 'Prince Ranma' we should report to the Royal Highness Queen Arshtat of our mandatory checkup on the Dawn Rune as well as the East Palace.” Ranko-Ohki informed her spouse. She had a laced tone of amusement at calling him Prince for outward appearances.

Ranma sighed and nodded at her, he begin to walk towards the main chamber as his two wives followed after him.

As they walked towards the main chamber of the palace, Ranma glanced back at Rira-Ohki, “Rira-Ohki-chan, where are Blaze and Hiro?” Ranma asked telepathically.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Beat me, the said they'll be here later today, but they gotta take care of some stuff first.” Rira-Ohki answered out loud, Ranma nodded at her answer.

“Well, I told them to go and get some people who will be transported into this universe very shortly... I guess they're still filling them in on the situation.”

“Heh, So how did that underwater treehouse come along?” Ranko-Ohki chuckled.

Ranma sweatdropped and stared forward. “Not very well...” He answered.

Flashback...A Year ago on the Feitas River...

“I can't believe it...you guys actually made it work..." Ranma exclaimed silently as he stared at the wooden house in the river.

“Yep, it took five years, but we finally got our underwater treehouse with spinners and badass rims.” Blaze grinned with his arms folded with an arrogant stance.

“I feel like we're forgetting something important.” Hiro remarked as he scratched his head and stared down at the house.

The three men were staring down at tree, which contained a newly built treehouse within it's branches. There were tire rims and spinners decorating the outside of the house as they spun and sparkled.

The tree itself was torn out of it's roots and somehow submerged into the water containing the wooden shack.

“So how do you get into it...I don't see a door or anything?” Ranma remarked mentally to his friends as they looked at the house.

Blaze and Hiro blinked as they stared at each other then back at the house, the house in it's entirety, was entirely encased with wood and tire rims.

“I knew we forgot something.” Hiro snapped his fingers as Blaze became entirely silent.

“God dammit... I f#&ken hate you so much Hiro...” Blaze stated out loud.

Ranma sweatdropped at the two and began backing away from his friends.

End of Flashback...

The two cabbits, currently transformed humanoids, laughed as Ranma told them of what had happened. “They forgot to put in a door?!” Rira-Ohki chuckled.

Ranma quickly shushed them as the entered the chamber where his 'mother' was residing on her throne. His sister, Lymsleia, was sitting next to his mother's throne as she was being taught personally by the Queen, about the importance of politics and how everything could not be solve by pure force and violence.

Though Ranma would strongly disagree with her about this notion, since his personal motto is: “Violence is not the answer to everything...But it sure does help!”

Queen Arshtat looked up and smiled as her son approached her, though her smile slightly diminished when her son had an absolutely serious, apathetic, and indifferent expression as he bowed to her. His demeanor and aura had still not changed after six years.

Lymsleia stared at her mute brother with a frown and slight disdain.

Ranma and his personal bodyguards released their bows as they stood in a respectful stance. Rira-Ohki begin delivering their report, since Ranma couldn't speak.

“Your Majesty, our inspection of the East Palace and The Dawn Rune went without any problems. The Dawn Rune is still safe and present, the Palace is clean and well organized however, Prince Ranma suggests that you post more soldiers or guards there. As there is only a bare minimum of people guarding the rune.” Rira-Ohki reported and then stepped back as Queen Arshtat nodded at her assessment.

“Very good, is there anything else you want to add?” Arshtat asked.

The three of them shook their heads and gave another respectful bow, a gesture for asking permission to leave the Queen's presence.

“Very well, you may go.”

As the three turned and prepared to leave, Lymsleia looked up to her mother and asked, “Mother, why do you keep the Prince around? He is useless and can't do anything except small and menial tasks.” She declared.

Arshtat adopted a look of shock and worry as she snapped her head up to see Ranma's reaction to his sister's statement. Ranma stopped momentarily and glanced back, then he stared straight a head again and walked out of the room with Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki.

As soon as the three were out of the room, Arshtat turned and gave her daughter a stern stare. “Lymsleia! That is not something you say to your brother! He is just as important in this family as you are!”

Lymsleia was taken back by her mother's tone, no one had ever yelled at her in anger before, especially not her mother. However, the small girl stood her ground as she reinforce her statement. “Ranma-oniisan is not as important as me! He is less important! My scholars said so! He can never come into power, he can never inherit or substitute the throne, he can never do anything of importance in the Queendom.”

Her mother gave her a hard stare, “Rules are rules, but those rules are just traditions and culture. Just because you are to inherit the throne, does not mean that your brother has no purposes. Furthermore, I am disappointed in you, a ruler to be does not think that any of her subjects are unimportant. Maybe you are not fit to be a Queen of Falena, I may need to create another heir, since you are so unfit.” Arshtat threatened as her daughter stared at her in shock and fear. “Now listen to me, Daughter. Your brother is a very important individual, he may not seem of importance in this country, but there are others who will do anything just to get their hands on your brother. Her purposes is of his own choosing and for you to think less of him is nothing less then utter disappointment for you and my expectations. Now go apologized to your brother this instant and then think about what you've said.” Arshtat commanded coldly as her daughter stared down at the ground in shame and hidden anger.

“Yes, I understand my Queen.” Lymsleia bowed deeply to her mother. She stood back up and turned on her heel and walked out of the main chamber. She marched out of the chamber as she seethed with anger. She will find someone who agrees with her, her brother is not as important as she is!

Meanwhile...

Ranma and the others walked back into his private chambers, Ranko-Ohki closed the doors behind them and hushed Ranma's attendants out of the room; Rira-Ohki casted a sound proof spell on the room.

“Hmm, what a mean little girl.” Ranko-Ohki commented as Ranma begin changing out of his Royal Clothes.

Rira-Ohki shrugged but shared her own thoughts, “Well you can't really blame her, the scholars are teaching her about the importance of everyone and everything from the viewpoint of the civilians. Remember Ranma? Remember how they used to teach you.” Rira-Ohki frowned as Ranma answered her telepathically.

“Yes, the scholars told me that I was an useless piece of deadwood, I held no importance and that my whole reason for existing was to be a meat shield for my will be born sister. The only thing I could be of use for was to be married off and sold to another country.” Ranma replied as he took off his shirt and replaced it with a simple black shirt. “Then again, I guess that what happens when my scholars were Godwin and Barows supporters.”

“Awww, does my little Ranma-chan, need a hug?” Ranko-Ohki cooed as she beckoned Ranma with her eyes.

Ranma sweatdropped at her, “As much as I would like a hug right now, I don't need one.”

“Hmph, hardass...” Ranko-Ohki remarked as she huffed indignantly.

Ranma and Rira-Ohki chuckled at her antics and so Ranma decided to retaliate in force. “Aw, did my little Ranko-Ohki-chan get her feelings hurt?” Ranma disappeared from his position and appeared behind Ranko-Ohki and wrapped his arms around her in surprise.

He pulled into a warm and cozy hug and begin cuddling her and rubbing his face against hers. She shuddered in pleasure as she met his actions with equal force, she nuzzled against his chest and moved her body against his as the friction ran its pleasurable course.

As with Ranko-Ohki and Rira-Ohki, they both loved affection, it was all part of being a cabbit. As cabbits, Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki, had their name of origin pulled from the Terran creatures cat and rabbit. Then again, it was mostly because their cabbit forms looked like a fusion of cats and rabbits. Then again, there cabbit forms didn't look like part rabbits and cats for no reason. They both had the traits of rabbits and cats to a minor degree. As such they both loved affection as part of their feline nature and they also loved eating carrots as part of their rabbit characteristics. So obviously they both loved receiving physical and mental affection from their Master. Such as petting, cuddling, snuggling...well you get the idea.

Ranko-Ohki purred vocally as Ranma rubbed against her. Rira-Ohki crossed her arms in indignation, “Hmph, did you forget about somebody?” She said as she stared at the two with a grumpy expression.

“Of course I didn't my little cute cabbit.” Ranma informed her as he disappeared again and squashed her into his embrace with Ranko-Ohki. Ranma had his two humanoid cabbits roped into a large embrace. Rira-Ohki giggled as squeezed her against his body.

One of Ranma's female attendants walked into the room during the cuddle fest.“Prince Ranma, you have a message from some visitors at the-Oh!” She said abruptly as the scene of the Prince of Falena and his two bodyguards embracing in front of her.

The three of them blinked at her momentarily as she stared at them, Ranma and his two wives, immediately separated in the blink of an eye.

Rira-Ohki coughed into her hand to get the attendant's attention. “He has a message from some visitors then, huh? Well, Prince Ranma will be out shortly. Tell the visitors to wait in the city.”

The female attendant blinked as she nodded at Rira-Ohki, however she had a small smile pulling at the end of her mouth.

“Oh great, now she's gonna start gossiping about this...” Ranma groaned as he put on the rest of his attire.

A few minutes later...

Ranma stepped out of the room in an attire he was more comfortable with, and it hid the fact that he was of Royalty.

He had on his dark black boots, comfortable black cargo pants, a long sleeve BDU shirt and jacket that was colored digital camouflage. His jacket was unbuckled and he was wearing a armored vest similar to Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki underneath his jacket. He was now sporting two double edge katanas, one on the left side of his waist and another sticking out from the left side of his shoulder. His nodachi was hanging off his back horizontally.

When he needed to go out for awhile, he usually changed into these clothes to avoid people running up to him and intercepting him. His bodyguards were usually absent at this time, I.E. bodyguards/wives taking a bath or watching from afar, Lyon having lessons.

Ranma walked out towards the main chamber of the hall with his two cabbits in tow.

'Hmm, Blaze and Hiro should be waiting outside the palace then. I better go pick them up before they cause trouble.' Ranma thought to himself.

Ranma stopped as he looked down at his attire and then back up towards the entrance towards the main chamber.

“Go on you two. I'll take an alternate route.” Ranma said and turned back towards his room. Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki nodded at him and continued walking.

Meanwhile...

Lymsleia seethed with anger. Nobody in the palace agreed with her!

Miakis shook her head at her, her father frowned at her and lightly chastised her. The guards refused to comment, but she could see the decision in their eyes. Her attendant's disagreed with her, the rest of the Queen's Knights only gave her a disappointed stare. Only Alenia seemed to be on her side, but she could see the indecision in her eyes.

She stood in the middle of the palace as an aura of anger surrounded her. Her brother did something that she apparently did not know about. Everyone else did, but they refused to tell her. He did something that made him very important, but everyone refused to tell her what.

All she was able to find out was that her brother, Prince Ranma, was somehow connected to...The Angel of Hell.

But this was impossible, The Angel of Hell was just a fairy tale that her attendant's told her. He was a soldier that protected Falena from enemies and bad guys while saving princesses like her and damsels in distress. Like a Knight in shining armor that every girl wished for.

How could her brother be somehow related to a fairy tale?

Her bodyguard, Miakis, inched away from her charge slowly as she could feel the waves of anger roll of her.

“Miakis there you are.” Ferid said as he and a few other Queen's Knight walked towards her. “Come we have some more preparations to ready for your ceremony.”

“Sniff. They grow up so fast...” Kyle joked as he wiped a fake tear away from his eye.

“Oh quit it Kyle.” Miakis jabbed Kyle in the stomach.

“I remember when Miakis was just a young strapping girl, full of promise and potential. Now look at her, she's a beautiful and skillful Queen's Knight...” Galleon joined in on the fun as he started to tease her with Kyle.

“Galleon stop it.” Miakis said as she blushed under scrutiny.

Zahhak and Alenia stayed in the back and smiled slightly at the proceedings.

“Ooh, are we teasing Miakis? I want in.” Sialeeds said as she appeared out of nowhere, followed closely by Queen Arshtat and Lyon.

“Oh you guys, quit being so mean to her.” Lyon commented as she appeared out from behind Sialeeds.

“It's so nice to see that everyone is so lively around here.” Arshtat smiled as she greeted her subjects and guards.

As the group began chatting amongst themselves, two more Royal Bodyguards appeared.

Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki walked out of the hallway that connected to Prince Ranma's room. The group immediately noticed the two since if one the two were around, then the Prince was immediately in proximity to them. However this time, the two were alone and Prince was nowhere to be seen.

“Queen Arshtat, King Ferid.” The two cabbits greeted as they came upon the scene. The group greeted them back, though they were quite confused as to why the Prince wasn't around.

“Rira-Ohki, Ranko-Ohki. Where is Prince Ranma?” Ferid asked as he frowned at their apathetic expressions that were eerily similar to his sons.

When his wife had accepted their proposals to become Prince Ranma's guards, she readily accepted, hoping that his childhood friends and playmates would somehow revert Ranma back into his original persona. However, this was an useless gesture as it seemed that the two girls themselves were sent to war at a young age.

Which, he assumed, turned them into cold and serious female warriors. However, it seemed that they held something for the Prince.

If only he knew the real story...

“The Prince has demanded that he receives some personal time to himself. He ordered us to have the afternoon off while he dines in with some of his... 'friends'.” Ranko-Ohki explained in an apathetic voice.

“What!! You're just gonna leave him to himself?! What if something happens? What if someone attacks him?!” Lyon protested loudly as the two cabbits stared at her apathetically.

The group blinked and turned towards the young girl's outburst. Lyon gasped at her outburst and blushed heavily as she looked down towards the ground.

Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki made brief eye contact with each other. Two simultaneous mischievous grin appeared on both of their faces, but quickly disappeared when the group turned back towards them.

“Of course not Lyon, do not take us for fools.” Rira-Ohki waved her off. “We are going to spy on him while he enjoys himself. Hiding in the shadows in case anything happens. That's what it means to be a good bodyguard, to guard the person at all times no matter what the cost or situation.” Rira-Ohki explained as the others blinked at her forward like explanation.

“Which of course brings us to you Lyon.” Ranko-Ohki continued from where Rira-Ohki stopped. “You haven't been taking your bodyguard duties as serious as you should be.”

Lyon took a surprised step back as her eyes widen in shock, “What are you talking about?!”

“As a bodyguard, you have to be with him at all times. When he's taking a bath, when he's changing, when he's sleeping, when he's doing private little things. You have to be right at his side. Just like we are, we take baths with him, we help him change, we lay next to him as he sleeps. We're with him at all times. Even right now, we have someone following him until we get there.” Ranko-Ohki explained with a strange grin appearing on her face.

Lyon blushed even redder then before as the implications came about. The other females either blushed at the two or gave them surprised looks. The males... however had other thoughts running through their heads... and none of them too clean.

Lymsleia turned red from embarrassment and anger, 'That is... is... is SO IMPROPER!!' She yelled within her own mind.

“You guys act more like his wives then his bodyguards.” Kyle remarked as he pinched his nose to stop the blood from flowing out.

Rira-Ohki smirked ever so slightly at the blond haired man. “Hmm, funny thing about that actually. You see, where Ranko-Ohki and I originated from. Ranma-kun is already officially recognized as our husband, spouse, lover, partner, and our...” Rira-Ohki giggled slightly as she paused, “...Master and Commander...”

Eyes widen in pure disbelief as everyone in the vicinity stared at the two voluptuous women.

Rira-Ohki continued as she ignored the wide stares, “It's just in this country that we are not recognized as his spouses. However, in our country we are officially his wives.”

Ranko-Ohki chuckled at the group as Rira-Ohki and she continued messing with the Royalty and Queen's Knights.

“And this is only about us. Fortunately, we found out where our wayward Prince is. There are more... women who have their claims on Ranma-kun and will do anything to have him and find out where he is.” Ranko-Ohki chuckled bitterly as she explained to the group.

As the Queen's Knights and Queen and Princess slowly digested this information; Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki were laughing inside as they watched the expressions and reactions from the people in front of them.

“We're so lucky that we found him first. Remember when we finally got him to open up to us Rira-Ohki?” Ranko-Ohki commented as she looked up to the ceiling with a reminiscent expression.

“Mmm hmm. He was so gentle and loving. I can recall his loving touch and embrace.” Rira-Ohki remarked as she conjure up juicy details on the 'encounter.'

Their eyes widen to pure shock. The Prince had slept with his bodyguards?!

Miakis, Alenia, and Lyon blushed heavily as they listened on. Sialeeds however was listening in intently as she grinned, wanting more details. Arshtat's eyes twinkled slightly from shock and joy.

Shock that her son had sexual relations and was apparently married already in a different country. Joy from the fact that she might get Grandkids sooner then she thought she would.

The men were holding their nose as a overflow of blood was threatening to burst out from their nostrils.

“Yes, he was gentle and caressing wasn't her?” Ranko-Ohki chuckled.

Rira-Ohki snorted at her, “Like you would know. You were riding him most of the night.”

SPPLOOSH!!

Blood spilled everywhere as blood shot out from the males nostrils. The men fell to the ground as they twitched ever so slightly.

Alenia, Miakis and Lyon's jaw drop in utter shock. Sialeeds grinned as she wanted more, Arshtat looked away as... certain images started popping into her head, and none of them all to innocent.

Lymsleia blinked in confusion.'Riding him? Like a horse or something?' An image cloud appeared above her head. A Chibi-Ranko-Ohki was riding on top of a Chibi-Ranma as he was on all fours and running around like a horse.

Ranko-Ohki mocked frown at her co-wife, “Like you're one to talk! You were riding him too.”

Rira-Ohki grinned slyly at her, “Oh? Don't you remember Ranko-Ohki? He was riding me most of the night.”

Ranko-Ohki rubbed her chin in thought, “Ah yes, spread out on all fours. You naughty girl. Having all those ecstatic moments for yourself.”

“Yeah, well you were on top most of the night. I've never seen such an aggressive girl like you Ranko-Ohki.” Rira-Ohki commented.

Ranko-Ohki chuckled, “Well, Ranma-kun can be persuaded to be...aggressive...too if you know what to do. OOH! I remember that night!!”

“Ladies! That's enough, there are some very... young minds that shouldn't be hearing this right now.” Ferid exclaimed as he shushed the two.

“Oh... fine then. We'll be leaving and following after Prince Ranma then...” Rira-Ohki bowed to the king and excused themselves as they walked away.

“Woot, Ranma that lucky sonuvabitch!” Kyle hollered as soon as the two were out of the earshot.

King Ferid glanced at him briefly at his words, Kyle chuckled nervously and rephrased his sentence, “Oh...uh I mean: Woot. Prince Ranma that lucky royal highness.”

“I cannot believe that I never found out about this. Ooh I'm gonna follow those two and see what else they do.” Sialeeds exclaimed with a grin and ran after the two.

“I don't feel comfortable with Prince Ranma being out there alone.” Lyon stated and ran after Sialeeds.

The rest of the Royals and Queens' Knights looked at each other and shrugged before following after the two.

As everyone left and Lymsleia was promptly forgotten about, she sported an angry scowl. What the heck was going on here! She growled as she angrily marched out of the palace.

Meanwhile...

Ranma materialized at the outskirts of the capital and stared around for his acquaintances.

“Finally goddammit. We've been waiting forever.” Blaze complained as he walked up to Ranma with Hiro in tow as well as two other people.

Ranma raised an eyebrow at the clothes that the four were sporting, “I see you've informed them on whats happening... but whats with the clothes?”

Blaze and the others blinked. “Dude, these were the only medieval shit I could find for us that at least made us look cool ya' know.”

Ranma looked to the two other males behind Hiro and Blaze, “It's good to see that you two have finally arrived. Welcome to the party...Negi, Kotaro.” Ranma greeted his godson and friend, as well as his two 1st Lieutenants.

Negi smiled at him and nodded his head, Kotaro smirked and gave him a mock salute.

Kotaro Inugami was a man with unruly black hair and had a pair of dog ears. His black eyes glinted in the afternoon sun as his tail waved around a bit. He stood at 5'10'' and had a young and strong physique of a 27 year old, though he was really 76 years old. He was half-demon who was befriended by his Negi when they were still relatively young.

Negi Springfield stood next to him, Negi had red hair and was of European descent. He had a long staff attached to his back and his small glasses clung to his face. He stood at about 5'9'' and had the muscled physique of a 25 year old, though he was really 74 years old. Negi was a young wizard as well as his Godson when Ranma had met up with the young boy.

They were both Helljumpers and part of the Elite: Saint Soldiers.

“So Hiro and Blaze just informed us of everything... you're royalty again... Prince Ranma...” Kotaro chuckled as he mocked his officer.

Ranma frowned and jabbed his head lightly. He looked back towards Blaze and pulled out a bundle of clothes from his subspace, he handed the bundle and said, “Here wear these clothes, they won't make us stand out much and by your definition, they should be gangsta.” Ranma replied as the group sorted out the clothes.

A few minutes later...

Ranma and company were now all wearing the near same attire as they walked back towards the city. The only difference between them were the choice of weapons that they had strapped on.

“So what ya' guys want to do?” Kotaro asked with his arms crossed behind his head.

Blaze laughed at him and answered, “What the hell do you think we're gonna do? We're gonna party bitch! Drink until we can't see straight. Drink until our balls fall off!! Drink until-”

“We start having sex with chairs again. Eh Blaze?” Ranma grinned.

Blaze paused momentarily and glared at Ranma, “Oh! f&#k you!! Ranma!” He yelled as the others laughed at the black man.

The group entered the bar and a sudden thought struck their purpled eyed friend. “Hey, you know what Blaze. Not to be racist or anything, but you're probably the only black guy in this whole entire country. I mean, I have yet to see another black guy besides you.”

The group blinked as they sat down at a table. “Dude, I think he's right, you're the only brother in this entire country.” Ranma stated as they stared at Blaze.

Blaze sighed as realization came upon, “Damn this is just like that movie I saw. The Last Black Man on Earth. Staring Tom Hanks.”

His friends sweatdropped at him, “You actually watched that? That movie sucked!” Kotaro exclaimed.

Negi nodded in agreement, “I have to agree with Kotaro on that Blaze-san. Even though Mr. Tom Hanks is a great actor, the movie itself had a very non sensible plot.”

Ranma sighed as he looked over to the bar area, the female bartender blinked as she recognized her most frequent and favorite patron. Ranma smiled at her and made a hand gesture which signified to: 'Please bring some drinks Moto-san.'

She smiled back and winked at him, she quickly ran to the back to get the drinks for the Prince and his friends.

Ranma turned back to the conversation that the others were having. “I didn't really get that movie. Why was Lil' John in the movie?” Hiro asked.

Kotaro shrugged. “No idea, I had no idea what was happening.”

“Oh come on, you guys are dicks. I liked the movie, it wasn't that bad.” Blaze frowned as he leaned back into his seat.

“Blaze, you're just saying that because their were a lot of chicks with big ass... asses, in the movie.” Hiro commented on the side.

“He's got a point Blaze-san, you were paying a lot of attention the the females' posteriors.” Negi pointed out as he leaned forward.

“Oh you guys are f&#ken racists. Just because I'm black, you all assume that I like white chicks with huge asses. That I like eating chicken and watermelons all the damn time, and that I like purple cool aid.” Blaze complained as he frowned at his friends.

Negi, Ranma, Kotaro, and Hiro sweatdropped heavily at Blaze.

“Blaze, we didn't even say any of that crap.” Hiro stated.

“Yeah you did, all we said that you were staring at some girls' asses.” Kotaro stated.

“Blaze, do you like chicks with big asses?” Ranma asked.

Blaze grumbled a bit, “... ... ... ... Yes.”

“Well there ya' go. And don't start with that: 'you guys are white crap'. Cuz' if ya' think about it, Negi is probably the closest thing to being white. I'm sort of Asian, Hiro's half Asian, Kotaro's half dog demon, and Negi is European.” Ranma settled the matter and leaned back into his chair.

“Freaken Asians...” Blaze complained.

“Aw come on dude, let it go and have sex with a chair or something,” Ranma grinned.

Blaze groaned in exasperation, “Oh come on! One time that happened like... forever ago!! And you just won't let it go!!”

The group laughed at him as the bartender walked to their table to give them their drinks. Ranma nodded at her when she set down his drink, however Moto the bartender, didn't leave immediately. She put her hands on her hip and gave him a pouty fake glare.

“What? No hug?” The older woman asked as she stared down at him.

Ranma sighed as Moto teased him, he stood up and embraced the woman in a friendly hug.

She grinned as she returned the hug. He let her go after a few minutes and she ruffled his hair. “See was that so hard?”

Ranma gave her a half-lidded stare as she walked back to the counter. Ranma sighed as he sat down, ignoring all the giggles and chuckles from the girls in the bar.

“Oh yeah, make fun of me for having drunk intercourse with an inanimate object. Look at you! You're like every chicks personal bitch!” Blaze laughed at him.

“Oh shut up homo.” Ranma remarked as he leaned back into his seat. Ranma raised his mug of beer into the air as a toast. “A toast...uhh...a toast to the black man. Thanks for taking it all in stride.”

“Here here.” Blaze exclaimed as they all took a long drink from their mugs.

They set down their mugs and then Ranma begin grinning mischievously. “When's the last time we had a contest...”

Later...

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Rira-Ohki, Ranko-Ohki, the Queen's Knights and the Royal Family came upon a very very strange scene indeed.

They all stared (except for Ranko-Ohki and Rira-Ohki) with shock and surprise at what the Prince and what they assume were his friends as they engaged in... drinking.

“Come on bitch! Drink!! Drink!” Blaze yelled as he was egging on Ranma. Blaze, Kotaro and Hiro were all standing up and cheering loudly. Negi was sitting next to them as he laughed with a sweatdrop going down his head.

Prince Ranma was in the middle among them sitting in a chair with his head back, gulping down a large amount of alcohol from his bottle.

Lymsleia watched with pure disdain and annoyance as her 'brother' was making a fool of himself in front of her parents and the Queen's Knights. Without another word she walked out of the bar from under her parent's and guards' notice.

Ranma thew down his bottle as soon as he finished it. Blaze and the others screamed in excitement.

“Oh Shit!! F#&k Man!! Bartender more beer!!” Hiro yelled as Ranma grabbed another bottle waiting for me and took it to his mouth without thought.

The other patrons in the bar were cheering on their prince as he continued drinking. Moto frowned as she stared back at them. “My entire stock is gone, you guys drank it all!” She exclaimed.

Ranma stopped drinking as he slammed the bottle down onto the table. He hiccuped as he looked over to his godson who was sitting there with a smile and a sweatdrop.

Ranma elbowed Blaze and with his head, gestured towards Negi. Blaze, made eye contact with Kotaro and Hiro without Negi's notice. The two grinned and made a small nod towards Ranma and Blaze.

Before Negi could react, his family/friends grabbed him and held him to his chair. Kotaro grabbed his head and Ranma forced him to drink the beer.

“No wait!! Guys! Gargle Gargle...” Negi protests were shortly cut off.

“Drink bitch!” Blaze laughed.

Meanwhile...

Lymsleia walked back to the palace by herself, she took the long way to sort out her anger and annoyance. As she was walking, she did not notice a cloak figure that began following after her.

The cloak figure, as soon as she got into close proximity with the little girl. Her hands lunged out and grabbed the little girl.

Lymsleia panicked when a arm snaked across her body and a hand covered her mouth. She struggled and tried to scream out for help, but it was of no use. A strange scent covered her senses and she lost consciousness.

The cloaked figure looked around carefully as she held the limp girl in her arms. Seeing that no one was in the vicinity, she covered the girl with her cloak, concealing her from view. She then disappeared into the alleyway and made her way towards the exit.

The next morning...

Ranma groaned silently as he woke up, his body was aching from something, and he had a light headache. He frowned as he realized that he was still wearing his clothes from last night and didn't take them off.

Two warm figures were pressed against his body from both sides. Ranma opened his eyes slightly to see silky and smooth tresses of hair a few inches away from him.

Rira-Ohki made an unintelligible moan as hugged Ranma tightly. Ranma could probably guess that Ranko-Ohki was on his other side.

Ranma smiled slightly as he lightly kissed his wife on the forehead. He sat up slowly and lightly pulled off Rira-Ohki's arms.

He slid off his bed and began changing back into his distasteful Royal Dress clothes. He silently sighed as he readjusted his nodachi and walked out of his room

Ranma frowned as he took in the palace. Something was going on, people were running around frantically and anxiously as if something terrible had take place.

Ranma sneaked towards a corner and overheard two people talking. He leaned against the wall and begin listening in without their notice. One of the woman was speaking fearfully and the other was responding in kind.

“The Princesses has been kidnapped! No one has seen her since yesterday!”

“We cannot stay calm like this, this is a time of crisis!!”

Ranma had heard enough as he walked away from the wall. His eyes glinted with a red tint of anger. Someone had kidnapped his sister...

While he was not really concern for her well being that much, it would cause problems. Arshtat had nearly already lost one child, the loss of another would hinder him to the fullest.

If Lymsleia was not found, then Arshtat would fear his safety and further restrict his movements.

Something had to be done and quickly.

Ranma dematerialize when no one was watching and teleported out of the palace.

Later...

Ranma followed a faint trail with Kotaro by his side. Kotaro sniffed the air for Lymsleia's scent once more and then sprinted down a random path. Ranma following close behind.

They sprinted down a grassy plain and soon reached some rocky mountains. There was a path trailing through the mountains, but Ranma and Kotaro went an alternate route.

They jumped onto the side of the mountain and continued leaping up the mountain. They reached the top and sprinted down the side.

Soon they saw a small convoy of wagons and armed men and women trailing through the path.

“There she is, the scent is comin' off of that convoy.” Kotaro informed as they watched from their perch positions.

Ranma nodded at him and drew his nodachi out, Kotaro extended his claws. They jumped onto the path of the convey and halted it's journey.

Ranma frowned slightly as the people ran in front of the head wagon and pointed their spears at him.

Their style of clothes, their scent, their appearance... Armes.

From the look of their tattered appearance and outdated uniform, Ranma could guess that they were a fragment of the old Empire with vengeance on their agenda.

Ranma made brief eye contact with Kotaro who grinned at him. They nodded and rushed the Armes soldiers.

Kotaro attacked the left and punched the first man in the head and slit the throat of the next one with his claws.

Ranma stabbed the first person in front of him and dodged a spear strike. Ranma grabbed the spear and guided towards another person and impaled him.

Ranma forcefully pulled out his sword and slashed at the person behind him. Blood shot out and flew high as the body fell back from the fatal wound.

The rest of the convoy was alerted and more former Armes soldiers rushed the two. Ranma and Kotaro could only grin evilly.

Later...

Queen Arshtat paced anxiously around the main chamber of the palace as her husband stood off to the side and the Queen's Knights were busy giving orders to the rushing people.

Sialeeds watched with an indifferent expression as she closely watched her sister. The Queen continued pacing worriedly as reports were coming in and out of the palace from the scouts.

Suddenly a scout burst into the room and looked to the Queen. “Your Majesty, come outside quickly we've spotted something.”

Without another word, the group rushed out of the palace and outside. Strangely enough, Rira-Ohki and Ranko-Ohki walked after the group, without the least bit of worry.

They walked outside and immediately saw two distant figures on the horizon walking towards them. As soon as they came into view, people quickly moved out of the way to gape at the two people.

Ranma still wearing his Royal Dress clothes, had his nodachi drawn out and had an unconscious Lymsleia carried in his other arm.

Kotaro was walking besides him dragging a body by the arm along the ground.

Oh and did I mention the most eye catching aspect of the two?

Ranma's clothes were completely stained with blood, his nodachi had drawn a trail of blood behind them as it dripped off the blade. His left eye was closed shut as a trail of blood ran down his face... though it didn't belong to him.

Kotaro hands were stained the darkest with blood, and the rest of his clothes were tattered, ripped, and stained with blotches of blood here and there.

Ranma walked up to his mother, with his sister carried in his arm. He was smiling...

For the first time in years, Queen Arshtat was finally able to see her son smile again, but the smile was not in the least bit friendly or kind.

It was a cruel smile...

The smile of an Angel of Hell as people would say as they recalled this memory.

May the Gods have mercy for the mortals for Ranma has none...

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slightly rushed hoped ya'll like it.