Victory for Raishal

By Kyokukou

Disclaimer : I don't own the characters from Ranma 1/2 only the characters 
that I write myself . So please don't sue me ! But if you try to use my 
characters .....there will be ...unpleasant consequences if I find out . Do 
not repost or reprint this without my permission , however if you do ASK 
there is a good chance I will let you .


" In life, you find those to love, and cherish. In life, you also watch those 
you could not protect die, and lie cold in the earth in the grave at your feet. 
Truly living means that just because the loved one you hold in your arms might 
one day have to be buried in the earth by your own hands, you do not stop loving 
others or fear loving others."
                                            -Saotome Ranma, the Living Kodachi
                                               ca.1290s-1310s AD.


Chapter 20
Get ready for your next incarnation

    
    Ryouga looked down at the mountainside. Where those guys stupid enough to 
still be following him? Probably.
    Sure enough, only sixty meters down the rocky slope there they were. Lined 
up as they followed the same trail up the mountain. How stupid could you get? If 
he wanted to kill them, all he would have to do was toss a good sized rock down 
that trail. 
    Hey, that big boulder would do…Naaa…this is the modern era. You could 
actually depend on high and low courts to dispense justice. So the crushing 
boulder idea was out. It looks like he was just going to have to wait for them 
to come to him. 
“ Boring…” He snorted, taking a seat on the boulder he had just considered 
tossing down to crush his pursuers.
“< I agree.>” Said a familiar voice behind him. “< It’ll take them at least 
twenty minutes to get up here.>” 
“ Hi Perfume.” He didn’t bother to even look behind him. “ Hi Shampoo.”
“< Where is that Redhead? Damn her soul to fifty hells!>”
“< Ask them. I think she talked to them last.>” He gestured to his pursuers.
“ TELL WHERE REDHEAD IS!” Shampoo cried as she leapt the distance down to the 
men screaming in terror.
“< Well that takes care of them.>” He commented, idly watching a climber’s 
helmet arc overhead.
“< Where are we going next?>” Perfume asked.
“< Actually, I was thinking about paying Ranma a visit. I have a feeling that at 
least a few people have caught up with him by now. Probably Paladin or Ku-shan. 
No, Ku-shan was still in the Philippines when we were there yesterday, right?>”
“< Was he that really big man with the two revolvers?>” Perfume sidestepped a 
climbing boot that spun by.
“< That was him. The big revolver is a Colt Anaconda Stainless Eight Inch. The 
little one is a Smith and Wesson six eighty six. Both are nasty guns, that I’ve 
seen shoot right through cars, and occasionally multiple walls.>”
“< Why does he want to kill Ranma?>”
“< Beats me. Probably just to piss Paladin off.>”



    “ How do you like my home?” Nabiki began, taking her time walking back to 
the porch. Her initial attack almost got her stabbed in the stomach. Raishal had 
countered faster than he had ever been. When she had backed off he just stood 
there, smiling like a cat.
“ Traditional, nice roof tiles, in great shape for its age, and the koi pond is 
the perfect compliment to the garden.” Raishal waved his sword about, pointing 
to each mentioned item. “ Is that the dojo over there?”
“ The same one that my Father built to replace the old one.” She stopped at the 
edge of the porch.
“ Ah, I see.” Raishal nodded. “ I thought it looked rather new for something 
that had been here for generations.” 
“ I could give you a tour.” She bent her knees slightly, hoping that her slacks 
were loose enough to hide the preparation. If at first you don’t succeed…
“ I can only wish you were that fatalistic.” Raishal popped his neck and took a 
ready stance. “ No, I think I will simply take your life and your soul with it. 
Then I will be fulfilled for this life.”
“ How old are you?” She asked. “ Early twenties, maybe late twenties? What are 
you going to do with the rest of your lifetime?” 
“ Follow my other passion.” Raishal laughed. “ I will fulfill my first passion 
by taking your soul thus righting the wrong you did me.”
“ What’s this other passion?” She asked, sliding her right foot back ever so 
slowly. “ Tea set collecting?” 
“ No, composing music!” The Hindu gazed into the distance. “ I will see my 
scores preformed in concert across the globe. From Carnegie hall in America to 
right here in Tokyo!” 
    Raishal’s revere was cut short by a faint blue light shining down upon him 
from above.
“ What is-“ 
    In an instant the light brightened to a pillar of azure light, waves of heat 
buffeted Nabiki even from the distance she stood at. Strangely she heard no 
scream and could not make out any struggling or thrashing from inside the 
blindingly bright pillar. 
    Before Nabiki could do more than take a better stance the pillar parted, the 
two halves coalescing into streams of that azure fire around Raishal’s sword and 
the other around his empty hand. The Indian man thrust his free hand to one 
side, sending the stream roaring across the yard and into a figure standing on 
the wall.
    Akane waved an arm in a annoyed gesture and the stream dissipated like mist 
breathed out on a cold morning. Otama had to be the one in control. 
“ That was a very irksome thing to do girl.” Raishal took aim with the point of 
his sword and the stream of blue light that still wound around the blade.
“ Go ahead and give me your best shot.” Otama sneered. “ I won’t even move.”
    Raishal hesitated for a moment, then he smiled and let the stream fly. 
Nabiki watched in horror as Otama indeed made no move to dissipate to dodge the 
spell. The stream of light struck her in the stomach and passed through to the 
other side flying on out of sight. But Otama shouted a syllable an instant 
before the stream hit her.
    Nabiki saw Otama fall from the outer wall just as the sound of a rock slide 
exploded into the air. Her head whipped about to see Raishal buried under all 
the major stones from the koi pond behind him. This time she did make out a 
scream through the roaring impacts of the huge stones.
“ OTAMA!” She called, running to the outer wall.
    But two sounds from behind stopped her before she could leap over the 
barrier. The sound of more rocks falling, and Raishal’s laughter. 
    When she whirled about she was just in time to dodge a stone the size of her 
own head. Raishal snorted at his missed throw and calmly continued to step out 
from under the pile of stones and boulders. The only injury apparent on him was 
a few gashes along his arms that were fading even as Nabiki watched.
“ You see, Nabiki, your late sister there seems to have grasped the full 
situation well before you have. That was a good trick there. I thought for sure 
that she would dodge, just to be a distraction for you to try and escape. When 
she took the hit I was too shocked to react in time to avoid her ploy. Very good 
trick. Too bad it only works once per incarnation. Now, are you going to make 
this easy on yourself and go quickly and painlessly? Or do I have to kill you 
the hard way while you kick and scream at me the whole damn time?!”
    Nabiki looked at the wall where Otama and Akane had stood. Then she turned 
and rushed Raishal as fast as she could command her legs. 
“ YOU KILLED THEM!” She screamed.



    “ YOU KILLED THEM!” Nabiki screamed in the second it took her to close the 
distance between the wall and Raishal. In her time with the middle Tendo 
daughter, Leonorah had seen Nabiki do some incredible things and move faster 
than any human had a right to. But she could not even follow the action as 
Nabiki thrashed Raishal so fast and in so many ways that it seemed like some 
kind of blurred collage of limbs, bodies, and that sword that felt so very wrong 
to her.
    The fight whirled past the ruined koi pond and on to the other side of the 
yard. Almost out of Leonorah’s sight from her vantage point in Ranma’s room. 
Then Nabiki was skidding on her back, almost to the koi pond. Raishal retracted 
the kick slowly. From the distance she could barely make out his words through 
his laughter.
“ Angry? So very angry that your sister allowed herself to be killed just to 
give you an escape that you did not even take? Well, let me share something with 
you. Something that you taught me, Tendo Nabiki.” The Indian man rotated his 
sword arm shoulder and started to walk forward as Nabiki scrambled to her feet.
“ You see Nabiki. It is a very bad misconception that anger gives people 
strength or fighting prowess or whatever. It doesn’t, it just makes you reckless 
and predictable. I was angry just about every encounter we shared. That is why 
you have beaten me all these years. Now I am calm and in control. You are more 
pissed than you probably have ever been in your life.”
    Nabiki took a ready stance and seemed about ready to rush the Hindu again 
before the tattooed man raised a hand for her to halt.
“ No, calm down a little so our last fight will last a good while longer. I want 
to savor this, savor you being helpless before me before I take your soul. Don’t 
worry, I’ll wait.”
    Nabiki stood there and shook with rage, but she made no move to run or 
charge. The Hindu man only smiled and stood there patiently.
    She turned and looked at the daisho on the stand in the corner of the room. 
Nabiki obviously was not up to taking this guy out unarmed, and Nabiki had told 
her many times that she was better with a weapon than unarmed. Sure, Ranma might 
not like her touching his swords without his consent, but these were extenuating 
circumstances! She rushed from the window and grabbed the Katana from the stand. 
    By the time she had returned to the window with it Nabiki was fighting 
Raishal again. This time it was with the quick efficiency that she had seen 
Nabiki fight with before. However, it did not seem to be making much difference. 
Even from the distance she could still feel the tattooed man gloating as he 
slowly pushed Nabiki back on the defensive. If she threw the sword now Raishal 
might decide to finish Nabiki off right away. But if she called out to Nabiki 
the distraction might get her killed anyway. Shit!



    “ Do you know where the Tendo Dojo is?” She asked the Taxi driver.
“ Sure, my friend’s son used to take classes there long time ago.” The driver 
nodded.
“ Great, could you get me there as fast as possible?” She asked as she climbed 
inside.
“ ‘As fast as possible’? What’s wrong, you seem distressed young lady?” The 
driver asked as he pulled into traffic.
“ Family emergency,” She looked out the window. “ and I think that I’m partially 
responsible.” 
“ I see.”
    She felt the Taxi’s speed almost double.
“ I’m from Nerima, and I know that a family emergency there usually means 
something that could destroy the whole block, am I right?”
“ More than one block if he tried.” She admitted.
“ Well, then hold on, ‘cause we’re gonna break just about every traffic law on 
the way there!” 
    Angrily honking horns made the best Doppler effect demonstration.
“ How is Ranma planning on getting there?” She wondered as the Taxi took a 
onramp on two wheels.


    Leonorah squeezed the scabbard unknowingly as she watched Nabiki fight a 
battle that was tilting toward her death painfully slowly. If she could just 
find a opening to throw Nabiki the sword. But even then it might not be enough. 
Apparently this tattooed man that Nabiki called Raishal was actually toying with 
her. Prolonging the fight just for his own enjoyment. Wait! That could be her 
opening.
“ Raishal!” She shouted.
    In an instant the pair exploded away from each other. Nabiki warily backing 
away, Raishal standing casually and looking up at her with an annoyed 
expression.
“ Want to even the odds a little?” She continued, shaking the sword for 
emphasis.
“ Don’t try to interfere!” Nabiki called up to her.
“ Now wait a moment, Nabiki.” Raishal laughed. “ I do remember you being much 
better on the offensive when you had a weapon of some sort. Besides, I am 
rapidly growing bored. Make things more challenging and I might be entertained 
longer. Remember, I’m not just going to kill you, Nabiki, I’m going to trap your 
soul in this blade.” The Hindu brandished his weapon proudly. “ I suggest you 
take that sword.”
    Nabiki looked from Raishal to Leonorah. Then she raised her arms to catch 
the sword.
    She reeled back and hurled the weapon, hoping that Raishal would own up to 
his boasts. Nabiki leapt to catch the sword and had the blade naked in her hand 
and the scabbard discarded before she touched the ground.
    Raishal smiled and began circling Nabiki, who followed his motion with the 
tip of Ranma’s sword. 
“ Ready?” Raishal asked.
“ I will kill you.” Nabiki stated.
“ I’ll take that as acquiescence.” The moment he finished the last word the 
tattooed man was a blur of motion again, streaking past Nabiki. All Leonorah’s 
could see was a flash of motion and hear a sharp ring of metal on metal. Nabiki 
still stood, facing Raishal the same as she had before. But the Hindu man stood 
with his back to Nabiki, gaping at his sword.
    After a moment he whirled around. “ Who’s sword is that?” He demanded.
“ What does it matter?” Nabiki growled.
    Without further word Raishal held up his blade to where Nabiki could get a 
good look at the thin part in the edge that ran almost to the spine of the Hindi 
sword.
     After a moment’s surprise, Nabiki grinned in much the same way as Raishal 
had when he arrived. “ If this can do that by a glancing parry then I think the 
odds are now in my favor. Get ready for your next incarnation.”
“ Oh not just yet.” The Indian man laughed as the deep shear in his blade grew 
together and vanished. “ I’m afraid that all that sword means is that I can’t 
afford to screw around. I’m just going to have to kill you now.”
    Raishal all but vanished from sight only to reappear barely two meters from 
Nabiki, his sword crackling against some sort of barrier. Nabiki leapt back and 
high, onto the roof of the house.
    The barrier vanished and Raishal turned his attention to the figure floating 
above the water of the ruined koi pond.
“ So you’re not as dumb as I thought.” Raishal shrugged and started toward the 
pond.
“ Thought you could kill me with my own spell.” Akane smiled thinly. “ Third 
rule of initial engagement; never give your enemy anything that could be turned 
against you.”
    The tattooed man took his free hand and reached into his pocket as he 
walked. Akane raised her hands and gestured quickly, her face grim.
    Whatever Raishal had been reaching for became the epicenter for the 
explosion than sent him into the outer wall and through it. Akane turned to 
watch the dust cloud her hands raised at the ready.
“ Otama! Akane!” Nabiki cried from the roof.
“ Not now, he’s about-“ Akane was cut off when whatever spell was letting her 
float three meters above the koi pond suddenly died.
    The instant the water splash rose, a blur of motion streaked out of the dust 
and over the water. His sword slashing through the spray with a resounding 
clang. Raishal whirled around at the edge of the pond, his sword healing itself 
from nearly shattering on the boulder that had just landed in the water.
“ Nice trick!” He shouted. “ I never thought of it being an illusion when I felt 
a levitation spell really being used.” 
“ Then you’ve never fought a sorceress worth her salt!” The voice came from 
dozens of directions at once. “ I used to use that rock trick when I was still 
playing hide and seek! Speaking of which…” The voice faded with the last few 
words.
    Raishal cursed in three languages. He started to back away from the pond’s 
edge, whipping his head about every few steps. 
“ When I find you…” Raishal began.
    There was no reply except the settling water.
“ Fine then, keep quiet.” He continued.
“ Just give it up.” Nabiki said. “ You could have killed me alone, but you can’t 
take Otama, Akane, and me.” 
“ This is a setback. I’ll give you that.” Raishal answered as he turned around 
and around slowly, his sword at the ready and his free hand touching some sort 
of talisman on his belt.
    For a few more seconds nothing more happened. Then Raishal looked up at 
Nabiki and leapt for her.
    Only to come to the apex of his leap short a few meters from the roof’s 
edge. Nabiki clashed swords with him just out of principal. 
“ Don’t think they’ll fall for a poor feint like that.” Nabiki laughed when 
Raishal landed. “ Akane could have read that jump wearing dark shades on a 
overcast night.”
“ Oh, stop bragging.” The Indian man growled, watching his sword heal from its 
latest clash.
     Then the tattooed man turned around to face the porch. His guard 
went up and a stream of muttered curses began to flow from his mouth.
“ You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you, Raishal.” Kasumi’s dulcet voice 
carried up from the porch.
“ No more time…” Raishal signed and leapt for the window Leonorah stood at.
    She only had time to scream before the sword was at her throat. Raishal 
squeezed the talisman and Leonorah heard a scream of pain from outside. 
Something bright and hot flashed into being, but fizzled behind Raishal before 
it could harm him. He moved the sword away from her throat and leapt back out 
the window. Out of sight she could hear swords clashing again and again.
    Nabiki and Raishal fell in front of her window, entwined in crossing blades, 
fists and feet. She tried to move back to the window after they had fallen from 
sight, but she heard Nabiki’s scream before she could look out and see Nabiki 
clutching her stomach with her free arm and desperately trying to escape. 
Ranma’s sword was still turning pommel over point through the air after Raishal 
had knocked it from Nabiki’s grip.
    She barely had time to register that the very tip of Raishal’s sword was 
missing, and what was left was barely hanging together. Kasumi was on the Indian 
faster than she had seen even the tattooed man move. Kasumi fought like waves 
wearing a cliff away. Each flash of motion made more emphatic by the sound of 
bone breaking. But the Indian man did not scream, and his body healed 
exponentially faster than his blade. Broken limbs reset and knitted before 
Kasumi could attack twice in a row. Still, Raishal was driven back, his sword 
swinging only through empty air, Kasumi bothering to dodge only by centimeters.
    Finally, the Hindu man was pressed back against the wall. The eldest Tendo 
did not relent at all. The wall began to break and crumble as Raishal was 
battered against it faster than Leonorah could blink. The sounds of bone 
breaking melded together. But one sound cut through.
“ Help me Kasumi!” Nabiki gasped.
“ Nabiki?” Kasumi turned from Raishal.
“ I can’t stop the bleeding.” Nabiki sank to her knees on the grass. Blood 
already running down her legs.
“ Nabiki I’ll-“ Kasumi stopped in mid-sentence and leapt clear of the flash of 
fire that suddenly enveloped Raishal.
    Through the flames Leonorah watched Raishal heal and stand. Wave his sword 
in some sort of salute before leaping away. 
“ Nabiki!” She heard herself gasp as she turned and bolted for the door.



    “ How deep is it?” Akane asked as she staggered up to the porch where Kasumi 
had moved Nabiki.
“ That’s what I don’t understand.” Kasumi began, not looking up from her 
ministrations on her wounded sister. “ It barely penetrated Nabiki’s abdominals 
at all. Nothing vital is cut, we’ve got the bleeding under control, but she’s 
just getting weaker.”
“ Dying, you mean.” Nabiki corrected. “ Face it, I’m dying. But it might not be 
from the cut. I took off the tip of his sword before she slashed me. If that 
thing is supposed to suck souls into it, and I got slashed with both the edge 
and the inside of it, what does that tell you?” The last was directed at Akane.
“ I’m sorry,” She knelt by Nabiki’s side. “ but whatever Raishal did when he 
faked attacking Leonorah it hit Otama hard. I can’t wake her up.” 
“ Damn I hate dying with regrets.” Nabiki tried to laugh, but only coughed.
“ You’re not dying. Don’t talk like you are.” Kasumi insisted. 
“ Listen, I’ve prepared for this.” Nabiki took both their hands, they were still 
warm but pale. “ In my room, on top of my computer monitor there is a CD labeled 
‘Tattoo trouble’. My will is there, so are instructions on how to take over the 
family finances. The instructions are sort of my trade secrets so keep that file 
a family secret, will you?” The last sentence obviously took an effort.
“ Nabiki!” Leonorah bolted onto the porch and to Nabiki’s side.  
“ I was beginning to wonder where you were.” Nabiki smiled wanly at the younger 
girl.
“ You can keep the damn disk!” Akane squeezed Nabiki’s hand and leapt to her 
feet. “ I’m calling an ambulance, just stay with us sis.” Akane brushed past 
Leonorah and hurtled over furniture on her way to the kitchen phone.“ Kasumi, 
you gotta help her get some control over her outbursts.” Nabiki said.
“ No, you have to help her.” Kasumi shook her head. “ You’re not dying, it’s 
probably just shock. That’s all, just stay awake and the paramedics will be here 
before you realize it.”
“ I’ve had wound-shock before, Kasumi, you know that this isn’t shock.” Nabiki 
struggled to speak above a whisper. “ I’m actually feeling a bit feverish.”
“ Damn it Nabiki.” Kasumi fought the tremor in her voice. “ You’ve been through 
worse than this, you just can’t die like this.” She took both her sister’s hands 
in her own. “ You haven’t pursued your dreams yet, fallen in love, raised 
children of your own…” Kasumi stopped as her voice broke.
    Nabiki started to speak, but her words were too soft for Kasumi to hear them 
over her own heavy breathing. Nabiki stopped and continued to speak, forcing her 
voice above a whisper.
“ Get Akane here. I don’t have much time left.” 
    Kasumi scrambled to her feet and took off to fetch Akane. Nabiki took a deep 
breath and looked over at Leonorah.
“ You’ve been quiet.” Nabiki watched the tears flow freely down the younger 
girl’s face. 
“ You’ve been the closest person to me since my family died.” Leonorah leaned in 
to whisper, her tears falling on Nabiki’s throat. “ Nabiki, you’ve been my 
family. I love you, and now you’re dying. If you die I’ll kill myself once Boss 
and I kill Raishal.”
“ Oh no you don’t.” Nabiki whispered back, a smile forming on her lips. “ I 
don’t want you to. I want you to do all the things I haven’t. Pursue your 
dreams, fall in love, have your own family. If you love me, don’t take your own 
life.”
    Leonorah’s reply was cut off by Kasumi’s arrival with Akane. Kasumi knelt 
behind Nabiki’s head, Akane at her left, Leonorah at her right.
“ Akane?” Nabiki whispered. 
“ The ambulance is on it’s way, just hold on for ten or fifteen minutes.” Akane 
whispered back, leaning in close.
“ Akane, mind Kasumi and let Ranma handle Raishal.” Nabiki whispered. “ Kasumi?”
“ I’m right here.” Kasumi answered, stroking Nabiki’s hair. 
“ Kasumi, don’t let Daddy blame himself, and-“ The rest was cut off by a weak 
cough. When Nabiki tried to finish the words were simply too weak for anyone to 
hear. She tried to draw another breath to make another attempt, but she had no 
more strength. The air slid from her lungs with a sigh softer than her last 
whispers.



    “ A jumper. Ha, now that’s something I’ve missed seeing.” The driver 
commented as they took another right angle turn on two screeching wheels.
“ Jumper?” Rei asked, trying to hold on for her dear life.
“ Martial artist or somebody who’s just such a physical badass that they can get 
around by jumping from one roof to another. More people in Nerima can do it than 
anywhere else I’ve been.” 
“ Can you still see him?” She asked as they took the sidewalk as a shortcut.
“ Nope.”
“ Was he wearing black pants and a white Chinese style shirt?”
“ Yeah, she was, and a red head to boot.” The driver answered.
“ Then that had to be-“ 
    Something landed on the roof, hard.
“ Friend or foe?” The drive asked quickly, reaching under his seat.
“ Friend!” She answered him before rolling down her window. “ Ranma?”
“ Just got a note from myself,” Ranma’s female voice carried in from the roof of 
the taxi car. “ it seems that I need you with me, pay the taxi and let’s move!” 
“ What?”
“ She means pay me and she’ll take you with him.” The driver started to slow the 
car down. 
“ Alright, alright, how much?” She searched her person, cursing the fact that 
she had left her purse behind.
“ This much.” The feminine version of Ranma’s hand threw a wad of high 
denomination bills into her lap. “ Tip included.”
“ Just leave it in the back seat and go.” The driver urged. “ Good luck!” 
    Feeling very uncertain, she opened the door and felt two hands grab her. 
Then her stomach felt like it had sunk into her feet as Ranma leapt from the 
taxi to an awning, then too a roof. Ranma only stopped long enough to take Rei’s 
legs under the knees. 
“ Where did you get the money from?” She asked as Ranma leapt along.
“ Same envelope as the letter to myself.” Ranma answered. “ We’re almost there, 
the only thing the letter said about you is that I need you with me. So be 
prepared for anything.” 
“ Kinda hard to be.”
“ I know,” Ranma’s face darkened. “ more than you ever will.” 
    Both were silent the last few leaps to the Tendo dojo. After landing just 
inside the front gate Ranma let her down. He stood there a moment before 
gesturing for her to follow. 
“ Raishal has come and gone.” Ranma began as they headed for the door. “ He has 
already done the damage he wanted to.”
“ And that would be?” She asked, steeling herself. In her time in Hong Kong she 
had seen much more than anyone should.
    Ranma’s only answer was to open the front door, her demeanor the same she 
used when things were at their deadliest in Hong Kong. The sounds of girls 
crying came from inside.
“ Who’s dead?” She asked Ranma.
“ Nabiki.” Ranma answered. The same cold silky voice.
    Ranma led the way into the living room. Out on the porch three girls sat 
around a fourth, who laid on the floor. Rei could assense life from the three, 
but the forth had to be Nabiki. None of the girls seemed to notice the two 
approach. She stood back while Ranma knelt by Nabiki’s body.
“ How long ago?” Ranma asked, looking over Nabiki’s corpse.
“ Ranma! She-she-she” The girl with a hole burned through the midriff of her 
shirt stuttered.
“ How long ago?” Ranma repeated to the oldest girl. But she could only sob.
    It was the youngest one there that spoke up.
“ Maybe a minute ago Boss,” The young girl’s voice was shaky but clear. “ but 
not more than two.” 
“ Still time.” Ranma nodded to the girl that had spoken. “ Do you know CPR?”
“ Yeah, but it won’t work. She died of blood loss or something.”
“ No, she died of poison. Whatever blade cut her poisoned her. Start CPR while I 
work on the poison.” Ranma slid back a little to allow the girl to awkwardly 
start to perform CPR on the dead girl. 
    The eldest seemed to still be unaware of what was going on, she only sat 
where she was and continued to weep. The younger girl, however, watched the 
proceedings through her tears. 
“ Rei.” Ranma said.
“ Yes?” 
“ Do you know what to do now?” Ranma asked.
“ Just like with Ryouga that one time?” She asked.
“ Yes, exactly.” Ranma nodded once. “ How long?”
    Rei looked at the body and tried to estimate Nabiki’s water content.
“ A minute, maybe a minute and a half.” She answered.
“ I’ll be done by then.” Ranma turned to Nabiki’s corpse and began to murmur to 
himself.
    Assured that Ranma knew what he was doing she rushed off to the room that 
looked like a kitchen. It took a moment to find a glass, then to fill it with 
room temperature water. Then she moved to the other room again, reviewing the 
spell in her head as she moved.
“ What are you going to do?” The younger girl asked her, looking from Ranma to 
herself.
“ Since we can’t save her now for some reason we’re going to make sure we can 
save her later. Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.” Inwardly she wished that 
she had done it more than just twice before.
“ Ready.” Ranma said. “ Leonorah, you can stop now, and don’t touch Nabiki.” 
    The youngest girl backed away from the body and looked to her with no small 
amount of anxiety. Rei looked to Ranma for the ‘go ahead’.
“ Do it.” Ranma nodded.
    















Author Q&A
Q: Did I really just kill Nabiki?

A: Yes, I did.

Q: Did I want to?

A: No, it just sorta happened on its own!

Q: Can I bring her back?

A: Gonna try, but no promises.