A/N: So here is chapter 12. Let me know what you
think.
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi holds the rights to Ranma
and co.
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Chapter 12
Princess Akane Tendo tugged at her bonds hopelessly.
The tears falling from her eyes did not help at all, blinding her so she
couldn’t see through them to the knots that bound her.
“Damn him!” she cried out loud. “Damn him, damn her,
damn the sorcerer… Damn them all for doing this to me!”
Her chest was heaving from the force of her rage and
her exertions, but the rope was as tight as ever. Akane sank back down to the
floor, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as she considered the events that
had brought her here.
How she’d wanted to return to the palace, convinced
that if she could just get within the walls of her lifelong home, everything
would magically solve itself. She’d acted as though she were on some great
quest with Ranma, a quest to reach the palace and save the kingdom.
But Ranma was the threat.
“Are you with Kulloden? Is he here? I found the book!
It was exactly where he told me it would be.” Shampoo’s words rang through her
mind.
What book were they talking about? Whatever it was, it
sounded important. Would she get out of here before Kulloden arrived in the
palace and destroyed her family?
She blinked her tears away and sat up with
determination. She HAD to escape!
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The court was ablaze with excitement. Happosai, the
court magician, was back! No one knew where he’d gone, because he came and went
of his own will, and lately the majority of his time had been spent in his
castle in another province entirely.
Mousse swallowed as he hurried past the servants and
nobles trying to get a peek at Happosai. Ranma’s words rang in his ears, a
constant reminder.
“Akane is our prisoner. Say anything to anyone about
us, and you will be responsible for her death.”
Her death. The death of the royal princess. The girl
he thought he’d spent the last few days with, only that Akane had been an
imposter. Mousse gulped. He wondered where they had hidden the real Akane. It
had to be in the castle. But looking for her would take too long. There had to
be another way to defeat Ranma and…the other Akane.
No. Mousse paused. Her name was Shampoo. Ranma’s
cohort in crime. If only he’d known. If only. At least his unknowing geas had
put a crimp in Ranma’s plans. His mind spun with thoughts as he hurried down
the hall.
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Ranma watched the sun shine through the trees, his
elbows propped against the stone shelf of the window. Behind him, Shampoo tried
to contact Kulloden mentally and tell him of their success.
It was his birthday, he remembered suddenly. He’d
forgotten completely about it in the last few days. It was not something he
celebrated as such. Instead this was the one day of the year he usually allowed
himself to ruminate on what his parentage might have been, and what his parents
were doing right now. Were they alive? Most probably they were dead. He’d
certainly wished them that way many times.
But this year…his mind drifted back to the cottage on
the beach. Tiny giggling Ayako came into his mind, and Kasumi and Nabiki
sitting around their rough dining table with Akane…Was it possible they were
his family in truth?
His eyes drifted to his partner. Or even Shampoo’s? A
sharp pain went through his chest, hurting him.
An even sharper pain seared through him, and he bent
double with the pain. He groaned.
Shampoo’s concentration broke. “Ranma! What’s wrong?”
Worried, she came over to him. Her worry puzzled him, Ever since he’d met up
with her again, something seemed…different about her.
Not to mention the fact that she still looked like
Akane annoyed the hell out of him. He didn’t understand why. It was a necessary
disguise after all.
“I…I’m fine.” He straightened and moved away from her.
“I’m fine!” he repeated harshly.
Shampoo recoiled slightly. So different from Mousse…she
thought again.
“Well, I can’t reach Master Kulloden,” she said
defensively. “Something is blocking me. It’s a lot easier for him to contact
me. We’ll have to wait until he does. It shouldn’t be long.”
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In the dark, wet sea-cave, Ryouga eyed the sorcerer
suspiciously. “What was going on just then? Your eyes rolled back in your
head.”
Kulloden laughed. “I don’t normally do that. My
apprentice, Shampoo, you see, she was trying to contact me. And I was blocking
her.”
“Huh? What’s that? You were blocking her from trying
to contact you?” Ryouga was confused.
“She’s found the Book of Jusenkyou, thanks to you. She
found it earlier than I expected, so I’m waiting for the other part of my plan
to come into effect.”
“Come and see,” Kulloden beckoned. As Ryouga came
closer, he saw a dull glow emanating from a small globe the sorcerer had placed
in front of him. Kulloden was peering into the globe with satisfaction.
“Ranma is so predictable,” he purred. “Look, Ryouga,
look!”
Looking deep into the globe, Ryouga recoiled as he saw
into it. Deep within the crystal, Princess Akane lay bound on a stone floor,
tears running down her face.
“That’s Princess Akane!” he exclaimed.
Kulloden whipped around. “How do you recognize her so
easily, boy? She is rarely seen outside the palace.”
Ryouga gulped. Kulloden’s searching gaze was incisive.
“I’ve seen her around the gardens. She and her maids used to come out for walks
now and then. Me and the other gardeners would hide behind rosebushes and peek
at them.”
Kulloden laughed. “Ah, I see. Very enterprising of
you.” He returned his attention to the globe and began to create arcane
gestures with his long, thin fingers.
“When Ranma and Akane were tied together, their geas
gave me some opportunities.” He began to chant, in a low voice.
“Akane, remember your dream, Akane?”
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Akane was on the beach again, drawing pictures in the
sand with her wooden stick. But the pictures meant something. They were runes.
They could be spoken out loud. Her fingers could make those shapes.
As she drew them into the sand, it was as though each
symbol was being etched into her brain.
Escape. Akane awoke with a gasp, tried to stand up,
and fell over painfully when her bonds stopped her.
Escape. The runes she had dreamed days ago, and again
just now, blazed with meaning. It was a spell to escape.
Akane began to chant out loud.
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“Master! Master Happosai!” Mousse tried to shove his
way through the final group of courtiers standing in his way, desperate now to
reach his master. Happosai would fix everything. Finally, he shoved the last
couriter out of the way, and looked down.
Reaching barely to Mousse’s knees, Master Happosai,
magician of the Nerima court, grinned up at his protégé.
“Mousse!” he cried in delight. Dressed in rich robes,
his white hair sticking out in all directions, he was a sight for sore eyes. To
Mousse anyway.
“Master! I’m so glad to see you!” Mousse cried, and
fell to his knees in front of Happosai.
“Why, what’s the matter, Mousse?” Happosai cupped the
smooth cheek of his student, his genial face creasing with concern. “I’m barely
back in the palace a few minutes, and you descend on me like an eagle! What’s
going on?”
And Mousse didn’t dare to tell him.
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Akane could feel the ropes loosening. She couldn’t
believe it was actually working. She chanted faster, the runes glowing in her
mind. The ropes uncurled from her ankles and wrists, and fell to the floor.
Akane wanted to draw breath for ashout of triumph, but
she dared not stop. She wasn’t out of the woods yet. She stood and rubbed
circulation back into her arms and legs, chanting all the while, focusing her
magic on the door.
There was a click, and the door swung open.
Jubilant, Akane stepped up to it silently, and peered
out. No sign of Ranma or Shampoo. Quickly, she slipped out of the cell and into
the corridor.
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“You let her escape,” Ryouga gawped. “She’s going to
spoil everything!”
Kulloden laughed a great booming laugh. “Hahahaha, no,
my boy, that’s the thing. She is the key.”
Ryouga watched in puzzlement.
“Wait and see,” the sorcerer advised.
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There was a knock at Shampoo’s door, and Ranma barely
had a chance to throw himself into the spacious closet before the door was
flung open.
“Your highness!” A lady-in-waiting burst in. “The
Queen, your mother, requires your presence immediately!”
“Why? What is it?” Shampoo asked, startled at the haste.
“Master Happosai is returned to the palace, and the
Queen is going to see him shortly. You must join her.”
Shampoo cast a quick glance at the closet where Ranma
was hidden, along with the Book of Jusenkyou. At this important point in their
plans, she didn’t want to be separated from him, but it looked as though she
had no choice.
She followed the girl out the door.
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Mousse was desperately trying to figure out how to
tell his master that the princess and in fact, the whole palace, was in grave
danger, without further endangering the princess’ life.
But it seemed as though everyone had come out to meet
Happosai. Courtiers and nobles swarmed around him. Even Prince Kunou was there.
Lofty as the spoiled prince was, even he respected Happosai. Only the King and
Queen were missing.
Just then, they appeared in the archway entrance to
the hall, together. Mousse stared, stunned. Behind them walked Princess Akane.
Not the fake one, but the real, tattered one. How had she escaped?
And, even more unbelievably, behind the Queen stood
the other Princess Akane, looking furious and shaken.
“Master…” he said urgently, but was interrupted when
King Soun swiftly moved forward, his face a thundercloud. He was pulling Akane
behind him like wayward child. Another guard escorted the second, better
dressed ‘princess Akane’ more gently down the aisle.
Shampoo was stewing. When she got to the royal
apartments, she’d found the King, Queen and Akane waiting for her. The King and
Queen couldn’t believe their eyes, but neither did they know which was the real
Akane.
They asked both girls all sorts of questions, but the
spell ensured that Shampoo’s lips answered the questions as well as Akane did.
Their birthmarks were identical. In fact, the real Akane now spoke in a way
they had never heard her speak, so they were more suspicious of her. Shampoo
would have smiled at Akane’s frustration if she weren’t so scared of being
found out. They were so close!
The royal couple was baffled. What to do? Finally,
Soun remembered something.
“Happosai,” intoned King Soun, and everyone around
them, including Mousse and Happosai, bent a knee to the king.
“Majesty,” Happosai greeted him.
“You have come at a most opportune time, my friend,”
the king said. “Rise, and give me counsel.”
“Yes, Majesty?” Happosai rose, looking puzzled.
King Soun jerked the tattered girl behind him forward,
as though reluctant to touch her.
“Who is this?” he asked.
Happosai peered closely. “Why, it appears to be the
Princess Akane,” he said with great astonishment.
“Yes, it does appear so, doesn’t it?” King Soun said.
“And who is this?” He gestured to Shampoo.
Happosai appeared even more more astonished, his big
eyes bugging out. “It is also Princess Akane!” he exclaimed.
Around them, the crowd began to buzz with shock and
disbelief.
“This one…,” King Soun pointed at the ragged Akane,
“tells me a most remarkable story about doppelgangers and spells. But only you
can solve it.”
“How would you like me to do that, Majesty?” Happosai
enquired, still dividing his gaze between the two girls.
King Soun took a deep breath. “I hope you have the
soul stone,” he said.
The soul stone? Still kneeling, Mousse wracked his
brain for the meaning of it. What on earth was the soul stone? Slowly, his
memory awoke and he began to remember something he’d studied…dimly….
“The soul stone of the Tendos?” Happosai asked,
curiously.
“No, the soul stone of the Saotomes! Of course…” King
Tendo stopped, and shook his head slowly. “Saotomes…I haven’t thought of them
in so long…I…” He shook his head again. “Now is not the time. Come, Happosai,
have you the stone or not?”
Happosai smiled. “Certainly, Majesty. But er, I have
just arrived from travel. Good knows where I pack these things…” He began to
root through the various pockets of his voluminous robes.
Akane, still in her father’s harsh grip, waited with
bated breath. She remembered the soul stone slightly more clearly. It was an
ancient tradition of the Tendos. A stone was spelled to recognize those with
royal Tendo blood, and was used at the birth of princes and princesses to ensure
the bloodright.
But it was an ancient tradition. It hadn’t been
used for decades. Did Happosai have it? It seemed so. The old sorcerer finally
pulled out a blue velvet bag, from which he drew out a scarlet stone that shone
brightly.
The crowd gasped.
“It reacts to you, Majesty, because you are so close
to it.” The magician said. Soun moved away, and the light dimmed somewhat.
Happosai covered the stone, and muttered a spell over it. “So it doesn’t react
to you or the Queen, or Prince Kunou,” he said.
He looked up at the two Akanes. “Now ladies, come
stand before me.”
The guard pushed the two young women to stand before
Happosai. From his kneeling point, Mousse sighed with relief. At last, Shampoo
would be found out, and everything would be all right. He wondered why his
heart gave a tiny twinge at the thought.
Outside the hall, at a different entrance, Ranma
peered at the crowd in the Great Hall.
“What’s going on?” he wondered. “Is all this to greet
Happosai?” He listened carefully as the figures spoke, and was chilled when he
learned Shampoo had been captured.
Damn it! She was vital to the plan. Her skill was the
one that could contact Kulloden, not him! He needed to free her.
“Who wants to go first?” Happosai asked.
Shampoo was almost dead with fear, and busy wondering
when Kulloden might show up, so Akane stepped forward with no dissent. Ranma
crept closer into the room, and saw her over the heads of the crowd. He
wondered how she’d escaped, but there were other things to think about now.
“Me! Me first! Please,” Akane begged.
“All right,” Happosai said, and raised the stone as
high as he could, which was on level with Akane’s chest. He uncovered it.
The stone sparked slightly, hesitantly. Akane held her
breath.
Then the stone went dead.
Akane and Shampoo stared at the stone in disbelief.
“No,” Akane whispered. Her eyes filled with tears.
“No, its…”
Happosai looked up at her, his face serious. “You are
not a Tendo,” he said.
She must be caught in some kind of nightmare. Akane
felt the ground falling away from her. Her head spun.
Nonononononononononono………..
Ranma crept farther into the hall, trying to figure
out a way to snatch Shampoo. He would have to use his magic of course, but with
Happosai there, he had to be very, very careful. He looked away from the
spectacle, and began to think.
Akane barely heard as Happosai tested the stone on
Shampoo. The test was negative there as well…causing great consternation among
the onlookers. Neither of the girls were the princess.
“Then where is the real princess?” Soun demanded,
worry in his voice.
Happosai was about the reply when the stone began to
brighten again, slowly, faintly.
“Ah, it’s responding again!” The magician exclaimed.
Akane’s head shot up. Had it malfunctioned? That must
be it! But…Happosai was pointing the stone away from her. The diminutive
magician began to walk forward, and the stone began to pulse more strongly. The
crowd stood and parted before him as he walked.
Mousse stood as well, watching. Shampoo and Akane,
numb, watched as well.
Happosai walked with the stone, and Soun followed.
More and more peopleparted, and the stone shimmered.
Happosai stopped. The stone was almost blinding in its
brilliance now, and by its light Happosai made out a tall young man, black
haired and blue eyed, his face stamped with the features of the Tendo kings.
The young man, boy really, stared down at him,
uncomprehending.
“Highness,” Happosai said, and sank down to one knee.
Unable to refute the evidence of the glittering stone,
most of the rest of the crowd bent their knee as well, even though they had no
idea in hell who this person was.
“Ranma?!” Akane and Shampoo breathed together.
Shampoo felt the plan unraveling as she stood there.
What was going on? How did Ranma suddenly become a prince of the Tendos? And
where was Kulloden to help them? Or at least answer some questions.
“I’m not…”Ranma said jerkily.
“The stone doesn’t lie,” Happosai said calmly.
Ranma’s eyes flew first to Akane, who looked stunned.
He didn’t understand what was going on, but he was sure as hell determined to
figure it out.
“He’s of my blood?” King Soun asked faintly.
“He is of your seed,” Happosaid said bluntly.
“My…son?” Soun looked poleaxed. “How can this be? I’ve
never cheated on my wife. Where did he come from? Is Kimiko his mother?”
“We can discover the details later,” Happosai said.
“For now..ahem…”
Soun looked around at the crowd. “You are all
dismissed. Guards, gather up those girls and take them to the royal apartments.
We’ll figure this out.” He turned to Ranma. “Young man, what is your name?”
“Ranma,” answered the possessor of the name somewhat
dazedly.
“Follow me, Ranma.”
Prince Kunou watched them go with stunned eyes, then
raced after the party as the rest of the crowd dispersed to talk excitedly
about what had happened.
In the royal apartments, Soun and his queen brought
the entire party into their large receiving room, and ordered wine for
themselves and Happosai.
“Is he my son?” Kimiko asked, looking at Ranma. “But
how could I not know? And where is dear Akane?”
“There is only one thing to be done to divine the
truth,” Happosai said. “I must cast a vision.”
There was a collective gasp around the room. Casting a
vision was highly dangerous, and often put the spellcaster’s life in jeopardy
if not done correctly. Only very experienced mages could even attempt it.
“Master, that’s too dangerous!” Mousse protested.
“Hush, boy,” Happosai admonished him. “The truth is
more important.” He turned to the King. “Be on your guard. After the vision, I
may faint, and be unable to protect you. Guards, watch the King and Queen!”
Happosai knelt and drew a circle on the floor with a
piece of chalk. Then he began to chant.
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“Now is the moment I must grasp!” Kulloden said. He
stood up and made a swift gesture. A hole appeared in the air, and he stepped
through it.
Ryouga watched as the hole began to close. “You won’t
leave me behind that easily, sorcerer!” he said, and jumped through the hole.
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Happosai had been chanting for a while now, and sweat
was beading his forehead. But eventually, his efforts began to bear fruit. The
circle faded to grey, and then brightened, showing a scene in a room.
A dark haired young woman lay panting on a small
wooden bed. Beside her, another, older woman crouched, holding a bundle.
“My baby,” the woman in the bed gasped. “Please, show
me my baby.”
Queen Kimiko gasped. “That’s Lady Saotome! She was in
childbirth! I never knew!”
“Don’t worry yerself, my lady,” the older woman was
saying. She was leaving the room. “I’ll wash yer babe and bring it back safe
and sound.”
She left the room and swiftly exited the small
cottage. With a start, Akane recognized the cottage as belonging to Kasumi and
Nabiki. The woman made her way up a bluff, to where a cloaked figure was
waiting.
“Here she is,” the woman muttered. “Take her.”
“And here is your payment,” said a voice that Ranma
and Shampoo both recognized immediately. Even Akane remembered the oily voice
from the cave she’d been imprisoned in. Kulloden.
Swiftly, he slit the neck of the startled serving
woman. Everyone in the room grimaced. He swept away with the bundle, from which
loud cries were emerging. Thunder crashed through the skies, and rain began to
pour.
The scene changed to the palace. A much younger King
Soun paced his room, muttering to his valet.
“The doctor’s been in there for an hour! Why do these things
always take so long?”
“That was the night Akane was born!” The king
whispered.
The shadow slipped past the King’s guards and entered
the Queen’s bedchamber. The women in there were snoozing, their heads bent
forward on their chests.
The shadow slipped a white-clothed bundle from the
cradle, and replaced the first bundle within.
“Have a nice life, princess,” he said.
He looked at the white clothed bundle in his arms.
“And you, my prince, will come with me.”
“So neither Akane ever was a Tendo,” Happosai said, as
the screen faded to grey again. He turned to the King.
“Ranma here is the true prince, stolen from his cradle
the night he was born. Akane…has always been a Saotome.”
Ranma watched with dawning awe. HE was the true prince
of Nerima. How could it be? He was just an orphan. He was planning to take over
the palace, for goodness’ sake! Could he still let that happen? And what
loyalty did he owe these people? And..Akane! How was she taking all this?
Akane felt her world shatter. Her mind raced back to
the moment outside the cottage with the Saotome sisters. She’d felt so close to
them, wondering if they were Ranma or Shampoo’s family. Instead, they were her
own.
They were Akane’s sisters.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well,
long chapter no? As you can see it really is getting close to the end. A couple
more chapters, and this story should be done! :)