It seems Coutuva's been having some problems getting through to 
the ML, so I'm posting this for him...

Forwarded message
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Well, before I say anything that, I've sent at least three stories to the ML
in the last two weeks, and had *zip* response.  I got to thinking nobody was
interested any more.

On that note, here comes part 4, special delivery.  Just out of curiosity,
did you see my recent (two days ago) note mentioning that I was looking for
certain graphics, and mentioning that my Web Page had been updated??  If you
never got it, then that may explain why nobody has responded to any of my
stories!

I've sent Part 4, resent Part 4, Sent a rewrite of Part 2 of "Junko's
Legacy", and sent a totally new standalone called "Kaogome's Gift".  Have
you seen any of them?

Thanx!
Coutuva.

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Welcome to the next episode!!  This is, as with the
previous stories, based heavily on events and situations
from the preceeding ones, which are available on my
Web Site:

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/9295

As always, C&C is anticipated, accepted, and appreciated.
All original Ranma1/2 Characters and Backstory Copyright
Rumiko Takahashi, and are used without permission.

Please Enjoy!
Coutuva.


Hell Hath No Fury - Part 4 of 4
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	Having slipped out to buy herself a coffee, Hitomi
quietly opened the door to Kikyo's room, not wanting to awaken
her.  Carefully making her way back to her chair, she just managed
to get seated when Kikyo spoke, startling her out of her wits.
	"Anata...?"  she asked croakingly, her voice dry from the
sedative.
	"Ay... Kiko-chan!  You scared me - !"  Hitomi gasped,
holding her pounding chest.
	"Gomen... Hitomi-chan... I have to tell you something..."
Kikyo implored, motioning weakly for Hitomi to come close.
	"Hai...? the redhead responded, standing up and taking
Kikyo's waving hand.
	"I know what's been happening... to you." she began, trying
to smile.
	"Ano... you do?  Are you sure?"  Hitomi gasped in surprise,
not expecting this information at all.
	"Hai... Anita.  She's trying to ruin you... to make herself
look good.  She's behind everything... I'm sure of it."  Kikyo
explained, her voice slowly returning.
	"Chikusho..." was all the stunned redhead could manage in
response.
	"I'm sorry, Anata... I thought she'd give up if I... " Kikyo
continued, but stopped when she  suddenly felt her hand tingle, then
fall to the bed.
	Turning her head to see what happened, she noticed that aside
from herself, the room was completely empty... and the door was just
drifting shut.
	"Anata...?  Are you here?" she asked again, not wanting to
believe what her worst fears were telling her.  Frighteningly, she
was greeted only by the echo of her own voice off the stark concrete
walls.  "Oh my god..."  she breathed, her eyes growing wide.


	After a stop at the Center to get the address, Hitomi headed
straight for Anita's residence, determined to 'convince' her to
leave them alone.  She wasn't expecting the cadre of security guards
around the gates however, so she told the cabbie to drive by, and
drop her on the street a short distance away.
	Walking up to the gate house, she put on her best innocent
smile and rapped on the glass.
	The guard within looked at her over lowered glasses, then
she saw him pick up a phone and say something before he came to the
window.
	"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I can't admit you.  I have strict
orders."  he stated, curtly.
	"Are you sure?  I've never been here before."  Hitomi
replied, feigning surprise.  As she spoke, she could sense the
other guards coming up behind her, and set herself for the
inevitable.
	"Yes.  Now, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, or
we'll be forced to escourt you from the property." he stated, firmly.
	Hitomi straightened her skirt as she walked away from the
pile of groaning guards, now angrier than ever.  Determinedly, she
strode up to the large, ornate wooden doors of the main house, and
regarded them carefully for a few seconds.  Just on a hunch, she
tried the handle, and much to her surprise, the huge door opened.
	Stepping through the entry, her senses were on full alert,
anticipating another run-in with security.  Sure enough, as she
took a few paces into the foyer, she heard footfalls coming toward
her at a run.  Two men, she noticed, and one of them was a bit
overweight.
	Darting to the side of the foyer, she waited for the men to
enter from the side hall.  As they raced into the room, Hitomi
leapt from her vantage and took them both out, one with a fist and
the other with her foot.  Upon touching down, she huffed at the
unconscious figures and headed up the hall.
	As she continued through the house, she listened intently
for some hint as to Anita's whereabouts.  The only thing she heard
was the dry squeak of old leather from around a corner ahead of
her, and her eyes narrowed as she flattened against the wall.
	She could pick out at least three of them, and she figured
that they'd have their guns drawn and waiting, given what happened
to their predecessors.  A wry smirk spread across her face as she
thought up an idea.
	Around the corner, the guards were becoming nervous, knowing
that she should have been in front of them by now.  Just as they
considered going after her, they heard a very female swoon, followed
by the sound of a body landing on the polished hardwood floor.
	Wondering what had happened, but still a bit wary, the senior
guard motioned the other two to move up and check it out.
	When they peeked around the corner, they saw Hitomi laying
in the middle of the hall, flat on her back with her legs splayed
sideways and skirt riding very high.  As they stood gaping at the
sight, the third moved in behind them, and upon seeing it for
himself, shoved the others ahead of him and walked right up to her.
	Once all three were within her immediate strike zone, her
eyes flew open and she smiled brightly.  "Like what you see,
boys?" she asked suggestively, then swept all three of them down
and shut out the lights for the first two.  The third she set up
in a painful pressure point hold, and glared angrily into his face.
	"Where's Anita?"  she growled, tightening her hold.
	"Th.. Third floor... large room... west wing."  he gasped,
painfully.
	"Really?"  she responded, giving him a good reason not to
lie.
	"Yes, yes!  She really is!"  he yelled, gritting his teeth.
	"Good night."  she responded sweetly, and completed the
hold.
	Arriving outside the aforementioned door, she was again
surprised to discover it was not locked.  In fact, it was actually
ajar.  Cranking her senses up to maximum, she pushed the large
portal open and stepped through it.
	"You realize you're trespassing, don't you?"  Anita
remarked, turning in her high-backed chair to regard Hitomi
levelly.
	"That's the least of your worries."  Hitomi replied,
advancing toward the huge desk, her eyes flaring.
	"Then I guess you're not here to bow out gracefully."  she
responded, tauntingly.  In the open drawer in front of her, out
of Hitomi's view, lay a 9-millimeter semi-automatic pistol, with
a round already in the chamber.  As Hitomi continued toward her,
she slowly moved her hand onto it and slid it from the drawer.
	"No, I'm here to tell you to.  Kikyo isn't interested in
you.  In fact, all you've succeeded in doing is putting her in the
hospital!"  she shot back, her eyes narrowing again as her voice
grew angrier.   "I don't even care what you do to me anymore...
none of that matters.  But when you hurt her... or our child...
believe me, I care...!"  she finally growled, walking up and
kicking the huge desk aside like a toy.
	Anita's cool vanished instantly as she watched the solid
oak desk imitate a paper airplane, making her suddenly realize
that she had vastly underestimated her guest.  Fear now froze
her in her chair as Hitomi continued toward her, rage seething in
her eyes.  Finally, Hitomi reached out with one hand and grabbed
her by the front of her blouse, yanking her from the chair.
	Anita whimpered in panic, figuring she had breathed her
last.
	Holding the shuddering, petrified woman up before her,
Hitomi glared deep into her eyes, her face a mask of pure rage.
	"I should tear you apart for making Kikyo suffer the way
you have..." she snarled, pulling the hapless woman closer.  "Just
so you know *exactly* what she went through."  she added,
twisting her fist in the fabric of Anita's top.
	To Hitomi's surprise, Anita's fear suddenly vanished from
her face,  replaced with an angry glare of her own.  "Like Hell!"
she shouted, and jammed the barrel of the gun she abruptly
remembered she had right between Hitomi's breasts.  Before the
redhead could even react, Anita unloaded four shots point-blank
into her chest.  Hitomi staggered back as each round tore through
her flesh, stunned by the impacts and the incredible pain.  When
the gun fell silent, she dropped Anita and stood looking down at
her chest, amazed at the sight of the large, gushing wound.
Raising her shocked gaze to Anita once more, her eyes then rolled
back in her head and she fell to the floor, coming to rest in a
widening pool of her own blood.
	Anita, gasping from the adrenaline rush, scrambled over to
Hitomi's now stilled form and held the gun on her.  Once she was
convinced that Hitomi was not going to move again, a satisfied
smile spread across her wild-eyed face, and she began to laugh
uncontrollably.
	
	Kikyo suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed, a sudden
feeling of panic grabbing her by the throat.  "Anata...!" she
shouted, scaring the daylights out of a half-dozing Shampoo.
	"Aiyah..!  Kikyo-san!  What is it?!?"  Shampoo stammered,
leaping to her feet in a frightened panic.
        "My God... My God... Something's happened to Hitomi-chan...
I can even feel her pain..."  Kikyo blubbered in response, tears
streaming down her face as she clutched at her chest.  "I think...
I think she's been shot...!"  she added, her eyes wide as plates.
	"Ano, it must be a dream, Kikyo-san... You had a
night-thing..." Shampoo indicated, coming up beside Kikyo and
gently touching her hands.
	"Ah..!  Lin-san!  It's true... Hitomi's hurt bad!  I can
feel it... I can... feel it..."  she repeated, her voice trailing
off.
	"Ya... Hitomi-san is fine... she should be back soon, ne?
Lay back down Kikyo-san... you need to sleep now, too."  Shampoo
insisted, gently urging the panic-stricken woman back into a laying
position.
	"Ano... Lin-san...?  When did you get here?  Kikyo suddenly
asked, realizing for the first time that Shampoo shouldn't be
talking to her.
	"I came back about an hour ago... I had the Immigration
drop me off at the Centre, but you two were here... it's a long
walk."  she responded, grinning.
	"Hai.  That's right... you were under arrest... What
happened?"
	Shampoo looked back at Kikyo wordlessly, a knowing smirk
sliding across her face.  "Let us just say that there is more than
one reason I am called 'Shampoo'." she winked, smiling.


	Anita wiped her face and huffed disgustedly at Hitomi's
unmoving form.  Her first thought was of how she was going to get
all of the blood out of her carpets and off of the walls.  As she
contemplated that problem, she leaned over and looked at Hitomi's
face, grimacing at the mess of it.
	"That's what happens when you get in my way..."  she
commented off-handedly, smirking to herself and shaking her head
at Hitomi.  Rising, she straightened her blood-spattered skirt and
headed toward her desk, intending to call the cleaning staff.
	As she stood near her flipped desk untangling the phone
from the rubble, she was startled by a tap on her shoulder.
Turning, she barely had time to gasp in shock before Hitomi
grabbed her viciously by the face.
	"And this is what happens when you piss me off...!" the
redhead snarled, her arm flaring a brilliant blue.  Anita's
painful scream echoed through the large room, only to stop
suddenly as she crumpled to the floor at Hitomi's feet.
	Satisfied, Hitomi looked again at the large hole in her
chest, and sighed disgustedly.  "Kuso... that's gonna leave a
mark..." she fretted, then turned and headed out the door.


	A few hours later, Kikyo and Shampoo arrived home, still
with no word from Hitomi.  Kikyo was a nervous wreck, and she
was worrying Shampoo with her emotional state.  The Doctor had
given her a clean bill of health depite her pains, stating that
it was a stress reaction, similar to but not quite the same as a
false labour.
	As the two women walked into the house, Shampoo gasped out
at the sight that greeted her as she turned on the lights.
	"Kikyo-san...!  Look!"  she blurted, pointing to a
passed-out Hitomi sprawled face-down on the floor.
	"Anata..!"  Kikyo squealed, dashing as best she could to
her girlfriend's side.  As she knelt beside the redhead's stilled
form, she shuddered as she saw the bloodstains on her dress and
legs.  In the center of her back, there was a large hole in the
dress as well, but the skin underneath it was intact.
	Uncertain about what to do, Kikyo hesitated momentarily,
torn between trying to rouse Hitomi and calling an ambulance.
Shampoo, meantime, stood few feet away, stunned by the sight.
	Finally, Kikyo steeled herself and checked Hitomi's neck
for a pulse.  She almost fainted when she felt the strident
vibrations under her girlfriend's skin, and her eyes instantly
teared up.
	"Kuso, Lin-san... she's alive!" she exclaimed,
breathlessly.
	"Hai... I'm alive... but it hurts like hell..." a groggy,
dry voice stated, shocking the daylights out of Kikyo and Shampoo.
	"Anata..?  What happened to you?  It looks like... "
Kikyo began, but couldn't bring herself to complete the thought.
	"Ano... she shot me... "  Hitomi croaked, not raising her
head.
	Kikyo shuddered at her lover's words, then, simply unable
to take any more stress, passed out cold.


	"Ano... what happened...?"  Kikyo moaned as she opened her
eyes to see a smiling Hitomi looking down at her.
	"You fainted, baka... you've been out for almost an hour."
Hitomi quipped, grinning.
	"Anata...!  Are you okay?  I thought you said you got
shot...!"  Kikyo abruptly gasped, lunging upright and starting to
check Hitomi for wounds.
	"Daijobu... I'm not doing too bad.  It still hurts, and I'm
really tired, but other than that, not bad at all."  she assured,
taking Kikyo's shoulders and laying her back down.
        Kikyo looked back at her girlfriend for a moment, noticing
that she was dressed in a housecoat, and appeared to have just had
a bath.  Shampoo stood right behind her, looking back down at her
with mild amusement on her face.
	"Hitomi-chan... you better explain this to me..." she
finally sighed, shaking her head.
	"Okay... it's not pretty, though..."  she cautioned,
settling back to her knees.
	"I don't care... Tell me."  Kikyo insisted, reaching out
and grasping Hitomi's hand.
	"Well, I went to her house and into her room... she tried
to act tough, but when push came to shove, I discovered that she's
really just a power-drunk wimp... I was about to just give her a
really stern warning when she jammed this gun in my chest and
fired... four times, see?"  she recounted, opening the top of her
housecoat to reveal a tight cluster of well-healed scars.  "I think
she may have been a little freaked..." she added thoughtfully,
looking down at her chest.
	Kikyo's breath froze in her throat at the sight.  All she
could think about was that wounds like that should have been
instantly fatal, especially from what looked like a 9 mil at
point-blank range.
	Hitomi noticed her stunned gape, and smiled softly.
"I'm fine, Kiko-chan... don't worry." she assured, taking Kikyo's
hand again and squeezing it gently.  "I don't know how to explain
it, but I felt the bullets go through me, then I collapsed.
After a few minutes, I woke up again, took care of Anita, and
found my way home.  When I got here, all of a sudden I started
to hurt... *really* bad.  I couldn't breathe, and it felt like
I had an elephant sitting on my chest."  she described, pausing
for a deep breath.  "I came in the door, made it to about the
middle of the room, and couldn't go any further.  I just had this
overwhelming desire to sleep... I couldn't stop it."  she
continued, earnestly.  "I... wanted to get back down to the
hospital to tell you everything was going to be okay, but the
next thing I knew, you were waking me up."  she added,
apologetically.  "I didn't mean to worry you so much."
	"I... can't believe... you survived that..."  Kikyo
breathed, raising a hand to her still gaping mouth.  "Those would
have gone right through your heart..." she added, staring into
her girlfriend's eyes.
	Hitomi only smiled knowingly.  "Well, it's not the first
time I've been hurt bad... that bus accident did a good job on me,
too." she noted, still smiling.  "It's like I have this weird
ability to heal myself..."  she continued, only to be distracted
by a huff from Shampoo.
	"Ailen could recover from a beating that would kill normal
men... and survive Akane's mallets just as easy.  I never saw him
ever get hurt like that, though..." the Amazon quipped, settling
to her knees beside Hitomi.
	"It shocked me, too... but somehow, I knew I'd be okay.
I just hope it doesn't leave a scar... that would be gross." Hitomi
noted, making a 'yuck' face.
	"Anata, I don't care if it does... I'm just glad you're
alive.  I was sure you were dead, especially when we found you."
Kikyo insisted, her face finally softening.
	"Ano... why?  You had no reason to think..."
	"I had a premonition in the hospital.  It was so strong I
could actually feel your pain... it had me convinced... you had
died."  Kikyo explained, sadly.  "I think that's why I fainted."
she added sheepishly.
	"Well, you're going to have to put up with me for a while
longer yet, Kiko-chan... Except for the soreness, I'm perfectly
healthy."  Hitomi smiled, winking.
	"You're also damned hard on the nerves..." Kikyo chided,
flopping back on the couch and raising a hand to her forehead.
	"Aiyah... no kidding...!"  Shampoo added, draping her arm
over Hitomi's shoulders.


	"Congratulations, Hitomi-chan!  You passed with flying
colours!"  Joy smiled, watching the three women happily.  "Now, we
can get down to business."  she added emphatically, waving the
image away from in front of her and smiling proudly.



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END - Hell Hath No Fury			A Ranma1/2 Fanfic by Coutuva

Comments Welcomed, Flames Extinguished.
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