Diana lay with her head on her paws watching the television in the Mizuno living room. Ami’s mother was next to her occasionally reaching over to give her scratches on her head and behind her ears. The human woman was reading a book and occasionally sipping on a cup of wine. She hoped that the search for the future queen was going well without her there to assist. But it was clearly more important for the moment that she was comfortable and enjoying the creature comforts of the home.
She was just about to doze off when the fingers hitting just the right spot behind her right ear suddenly stopped. The television program had been cut off for a news anchor with a still image of a subway hanging over his left shoulder.
“Police are reporting that due to a terrorist attack at the Omotesando station, the Oedo and Namboku lines will suspend operations until all stations can be secured. Thirty three workers are currently unaccounted for and an unknown amount of travelers. If you know of anyone or suspect they may have been using the station within the past three hours, the police are asking for you to report the information to them immediately.”
“That’s just a block away.” Ami’s mother gasped and she hastily rushed over to a phone in the kitchen to begin dialing.
Jumping from the couch, Diana followed after the woman, and listened intently as the phone continued to ring without being picked up. Finally it went to Ami’s curt voicemail message after the sixth ring. ‘Father-- Mother, please be well.’ Reaching a paw up, she touched the time key dangling from around her neck, and wondered how she was supposed to accomplish her mission in such a big city.
“Ami, this is your mother, I need you to return my call as soon as you can.”
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Ranma didn’t expect to feel warm. He didn’t really know what he should expect to feel, unsure if he was alive or dead. The last thing he could recall was the monster girl sitting on top of him gloating, her orange eyes glowing with evil intent. ‘Ryoga.’ He sadly remembered her claiming to have devoured him. His last memory of the lost boy, weakly leaving the dojo came to mind. He had been exposed to fragments from a monster, could it have been infectious?
Slowly his eyes fluttered open to see Hotaru kneeling next to him in his room, her hands outstretched and glowing with a soft violet light, and a look of intense concentration across her face. Ranma reached up to gingerly take hold of her hands.
“I think I’m healed.” He smiled sadly at her relief.
“Idiot!” She lunged forward to hug him.
“I feel like I got run over.” Ami groaned, laying on the floor next to him.
A sniffling alerted him to Sailor Moon standing over them with hands planted on her hips, glaring down at them alternating between furious and crying in relief. “You too--.”
“Uh-- Sailor Moon--.” Ami started before they were both crushed to the floor in a glomp.
“Don’t ever do that again!” The blonde shook them roughly, completely ignoring that they had just been grievously injured.
“Okay, promise, you can let us go now.” Ranma wheezed out, catching sight of Sailor Mars and Jupiter leaning against the wall next to the door. Haruka and Michiru in their civilian clothes were blocking the door itself. He became aware of his mother kneeling behind him because she put a hand on his shoulder, clearly trying to restrain herself from showing too much emotion.
Venus was kneeling close by with Artemis cradled in her lap and Luna looking on disgusted from the floor next to them. “Really, I’ll get you anything you want.”
“I could really do with some tuna fish.” The white feline groaned dramatically.
“Of course.” She delicately set him aside next to Luna who was rolling her eyes now,
and vanished into the teleport network.
“Don’t forget my little fork.” Artemis added with a weak sigh as though he was dying.
“I’ll give you a fork.” Luna bopped him on the head.
‘Everybody is alright.’ Ranma relaxed and patted Sailor Moon on the back, hoping that she’d quit trying to crush them soon. ‘And they are all in my room.’ He realized in horror, quickly trying to figure out where Nabiki might be or either of the fathers.
“Snacks!” Kasumi announced happily and Haruka hesitantly stepped out of the way while Michiru helpfully took a plate of cookies, freeing up one of young woman’s hands.
“Snacks?” Sailor Moon asked distractedly, finally releasing Ami and him.
“These are-- uh-- I hope you like them.” Akane stuttered and blushed, following Kasumi in, and looking around in excitement at meeting more Sailor Senshi.
“Let me help.” Sailor Jupiter offered and took the second tray that Akane was carrying.
“Th-- thank you.” Akane stared in amazement at the tall Senshi.
“You make an excellent door.” Nabiki joked at Haruka who also towered over the middle sister bringing in a tray with glasses filled with juice.
“And you make a very lovely hostess.” The sandy blonde smirked, overtly appraised Nabiki’s form as she took a glass.
“Leave the girl alone, love.” Michiru snapped at her partner as everyone formed a circle in the center of the room.
“We have a big problem.” Ami straightened herself up. “The monster that attacked us knew Ranma.”
“How is that possible?” Sailor Mars asked as she took a cookie.
“Because I think it was someone I knew.” He threw out, not understanding how it was possible but it was the only rational answer to how a monster would know so much. The other Senshi all stiffened at the realization of what that meant while his mother and the Tendos didn’t immediately understand. “A-- he was my friend, Ryoga. It might not matter but when I fought some monsters the other day he got covered in the shards they leave. He seemed fine-- just a little weak when he left-- but the monster talked just like him.”
“Ryoga would never try to kill you.” Akane scoffed at the idea, earning a sharp glare from several of the Senshi.
“This monster, Ryoga or no, almost did.” Ami quickly amended. “She nearly killed Ranma with a touch, so don’t hesitate. I’ll send you all a picture I took with the Mercury Computer because she looks human except for orange eyes that glow.”
“If-- if it is Ryoga, aren’t you going to try and save him?” Akane looked to him hopefully, expecting him to agree with her.
“No.” Sailor Moon answered and shook her head. “No chances.”
Ranma slowly nodded, purposely ignoring the betrayal written on Akane’s face. “Even if it was Ryoga, anything that he was-- is gone.” He bowed his head, feeling responsible for not keeping an eye on him when he was weak.
“You’re not even going to try?” Akane looked around for support.
“Akane, I’m sure they would if it was possible.” Kasumi gently told her sister who continued to look like she had swallowed something sour.
“So Ranma--.” Nabiki suddenly spoke up, reminding Ranma that the middle sister was here. “I never took you for moonlighting in a tux?” She gave him a toothy smirk.
“He doesn’t.” Sailor Pluto answered, snaking an arm out between Ranma and Usagi to take a cookie, causing both of them to jump in alarm. He dove to the side to hide behind Ami while Usagi used Mars as a shield. “What?” The green haired Senshi asked and nibbled on the snack daintily.
“Don’t do that!” Sailor Moon and he yelled at the same time at a completely unphased Sailor Pluto.
“Ranma-- in one of those fukus.” Nabiki snickered and her eyes lit up in glee before realizing that all the transformed Senshi and the ones not in short skirts were looking at her with clear suspicion. “I’m-- just talking out loud. Not like I’d ever try and sell this info. I mean come on, murderous monsters are out there. I want you on my side.”
‘Why don’t I just tell everybody and get it over with?’ Ranma groaned, the number of people who suddenly knew that he was a Senshi had tripled in the span of a few days already.






