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Goodbye Is Not Forever - Part 11
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	"Why did this have to be the hottest day of the year?"
Himiko groaned, as she slumped back against the car and wiped at
her forehead.
	Nabiki lifted up from the service panel she was working
in and slid her a look.  "Let me guess - air-conditioned office,
right?"
        Just as Himiko nodded mournfully, a strident strike cry
echoed across the expansive, lush green yard.
        When they both turned toward the source, they saw Ranma
just step back out of the move she was demonstrating.  Himiko
shook her head.
        "I don't know how they can keep that up.  They've been
out there all afternoon -- I'm surprised they're not prostrated
by now."
        "You just don't know Ranma - and I imagine it doesn't
bother Kayoko at all," Nabiki smiled, knowingly.  "Well, I'm done
under here - unless there's something else," she continued,
hitting the release on the panel cover and letting it drop back
into place.
        The act seemed to startle Himiko.  "Ah - Iya.  That
should do it for the lateral arrays -- that 'workaround' Kayoko
suggested worked great.  Is there any water left?"
        "Hmmm...  Just a minute...  Iya.  It's empty.  I'm clear,
so I can go get more - unless you want to get out of the heat,"
Nabiki offered, tossing aside the tools she'd been holding.
        "Tempting, but I think I'll stay here.  I'm almost
finished, and it's close to supper.  I'd rather get it done so I
can relax tonight," the girl indicated, grimacing as she
repositioned her slung arm.
	"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," she noted, with
a smirk.
        At the kitchen sinks a few minutes later, while she waited
for the water to run good and cold, she watched Ranma lead Kayoko
through yet another exercise.  It looked a lot like a juggling 
lesson - except that they were using balls of Ki energy.
	A warm smile grew as she took in the show, able to almost
feel the genuine joy on the fire-haired girl's face.  It brought
a similar one to her own, and certain thoughts back to her mind.
	Thoughts that until now had been no more than wishful
dreams.
	Finally, she had to force herself back to the real world, 
and began to fill the jug.  As she waited for it, her thoughts 
again drifted, this time to the odd sense of familiarty that
she swore she felt around Himiko.
	The one that made absolutely no sense, but had only 
increased as they worked together.
	After a brief distraction to close up the thermal jug, she
leaned closer to the window, looking for the subject of her 
consternation.
	She was surprised to find that the woman was now standing
beside the nose of the car, intently watching Ranma.
	What struck her even more odd was the expression she could
see on the woman's face.  It was a picture of wistful affection.
        After a few seconds more, she decided that it was high
time the two of them had a little chat.




	By the time supper was over with, Ranma wasn't surprised
to see the group immediately break up.  While Himiko made straight
for the bath, Nabiki promptly disappeared into the 'electronics
room'.
        That had left her with a perfect opportunity to adjourn to
the plush chaises around the home's grotto-like onsen, her daughter
in tow.  The conversation that had ensued became so engrossing that
until Nabiki came out, she hadn't even noticed that they'd been at
it for four hours.
        "Kuso...  I never talk that long," she gasped, bewildered
at the thought.
	"It's okay, Mom...  I'm starting to doze off, anyway.  You
two go ahead.  I'm going to go have my bath, then try to get some
sleep," Kayoko offered, as she broke into a yawn.  "We've got
another big day tomorrow," she added, with an affectionate smile.
	"Hai.  We do," she smiled back, proudly.  "I'm sorry I
kept you up so long, Kay-chan -- especially since you probably 
need your rest."
	Kayoko shook her head as she sat up in her chaise, turned
toward her and set a hand on her knee.  "Don't be.  I really wish
I wasn't so tired - I'd love to talk more," she stated, her eyes
misty as she got to her feet, then abruptly stopped.  "Huh -- I'm
only going to bed, and I'm starting to miss you," she blinked,
with a wipe at her eyes.  "I can't believe it..."
	Ranma felt her chest tighten.  "I can..." she smiled, then
stood up and took Kyoko's hands in hers.  "But I don't want you to
stay up any longer, Kay-chan...  You need the sleep," she 
admonished, gently.  "We'll be able to talk again when you get up."
	Kayoko returned a nod and a smile, despite her still-damp 
eyes.  "I can't wait," she stated, then stepped back.  
"Oyasumi -- okaasan," she smiled, then reluctantly headed into the 
house.
	"Oyasumi nasai, Kay-chan..." Ranma reciprocated, trying 
not to look as sad as she suddenly felt. 
	Nabiki also watched the departure, then turned toward her
and shook her head.  "She's a beautiful young lady, Ranma.  Must 
have come from her father's side."
	"Must have," she smirked, then sighed.  "She's
everything I hoped she'd be, Nabs...  Except older.  I feel like 
I've missed so damned much."
	"That's probably why she turned out so good."
	"Thanks.  You're a lot of help."
	"I know -- it's in my nature.  But you're right though.
She's pretty, she's smart - and I can sure tell she's a Saotome.
Got the same tenacity, and even the same appetite."
	Ranma smiled.  "She sure does," she sighed, wistfully.
"I just wish I hadn't lost out on so much of her life...  Hell,
she's sixteen years old and I barely know her," she continued,
her smile falling away.  "It hurts, Nabs -- it hurts a lot."
	Nabiki went quiet.  "I know," she noted, her face
saddening as she averted her eyes.
	At first, Ranma was baffled by the act, but when she 
finally put it together, she bit her lip.  "Kuso...  Gomen, 
Nabs...  I'll shut up now."
	"Iya -- no big deal.  It's not like she died yesterday,"
she dismissed, then turned back, only to end up in the hug 
Ranma had open for her.
	As she closed it around the still surprised Nabiki, she 
rested her head against the girl's chest and sighed.  
	"Until today, I would have believed that."
	"Damn you, Saotome," Nabiki whispered hoarsely, even as
Ranma felt arms closing over her shoulders.





	Ranma smiled as she worked her way through her routine,
still pleased that the living room had proven big enough - even
with all the fancy furniture.  The situation meant she'd been
able to go right into her workout, without even bothering to get
dressed.
        And since she'd not had to go back into the bedroom, 
she'd been able to avoid disturbing Nabiki -- who she figured 
just might need a little extra sleep.
	She'd no sooner completed the thought, however, when
she sensed a certain powerful presence - a presence she was
thrilled to feel.
	A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that it was
Kayoko, standing at the end of the hallway with her jaw dropped
in awe.
	Her smile widening, she cut short her workout and
stepped into her cooldowns, to the evident delight of her
'audience'.
	"Wow, Mom!  That was so beautiful," Kayoko breathed,
her cheeks flushing.  "I wish I could move like that."
	"Feh...  You're doing great for a whole one day's
experience.  I know people that couldn't get what you have if
they'd been doing it for years," she stated, as she shook down
her nightshirt and stepped closer.
	"Iya...  I feel like a sumo compared to that -- how
long have you been doing it?"
	She had to think about that.  "Uhmm...  I guess about
17 years - depending how you look at it.  Started when I was 
about three," she responded, with a show of looking thoughtful.
	"I could tell," Kayoko smiled, then her smile merged
into a wry smirk.  "Oh -- and if you're going to do that
again - you probably should put on underwear."
	"Hm.  I thought I felt a draft," she chuckled, with a
comic shrug.
	"I'm sure.  You have breakfast yet?"
	"Iya -- workout first, food later.  How about you?"
	"Nope.  I just got up," she responded, starting toward
the bath.  "Is your girlfriend up yet?"
	"Iya.  She'll probably sleep..." she began, then
realized what her daughter had said.  "Huh?"
	"Don't look so surprised -- I figured it out yesterday," 
she grinned, 'gotcha' written all over her face.  "I assume she
knows you're really a guy?"
	"Hai..."
	"I'm glad.  I can't imagine trying to live with a secret
like that."
	She blinked.  "Yeah...  Well, Nabs is pretty cool about
it..."
	"Well, in case you're wondering, I think it's great,"
the girl smiled, slipping back a wink.  "I like her, and you two
look really happy," she added, her eyes conveying just how much
that observation meant to her.
	That was when the conversation truly sank in.
        With everything else that was going on, she hadn't taken
the time to give her 'relationship' any thought.  But, now that 
she had, it occurred to her that there was a reason why.
        There had been no need.  She was actually happy - despite
how the situation had come about.
        And having her daughter's approval made it even better.
"Thanks, Kay-chan.  I love you," she smiled, opening her arms for
a hug - which Kayoko was all too willing to return.
	"I love you too, Mom, and I'm just so happy...  That I
can finally tell you that," the girl sniffed, then slipped her a
kiss on the forehead.
	"Hey, cut that out - you're gonna ruin my tough-guy
image," she sniffed back, as she wiped at her own eyes.
	Kayoko looked back at her for a moment - then the both
of them broke out laughing.




	Four women.  Same bathroom - same time.
	Even to someone with Ranma's math skills, that added up
to pandemonium.
        The prospect made her decide to just step from the shower,
pull her still-damp hair into a pony and beat a hasty retreat.
The rest could wait.
        Nabiki, however, had other plans.  As soon as she was
finished in the bath, she collected both Ranma and Kayoko, and
escourted them into Himiko's bedroom.  There, she opened the
closet wide, stood back -- and grinned.
        The closet was jammed full of fancy clothes, which Nabiki
confessed she'd gone hunting for.  It also included a built-in
dresser, which contained everything from underwear to jewelry.
        Nabiki was in her glory -- but not for long.  
        In a turn of events that even surprised her, Ranma ended
up with the last laugh.  Her final attire was a conservative, off
the knee olive slit skirt, and an ivory Chinese-cut blouse.  It
was her choice out of what little that fit, owing to her smaller
stature and apparently more curvaceous figure.
        Kayoko also had a tough time finding something because of
her taller frame, and the fact that she found most of the tops a
bit 'snug'.
        Nabiki's only commentary was a dry remark about heredity.
        With everyone dressed, the next item on the agenda was
breakfast.  Nabiki once again exercised her considerable talent,
and Himiko revealed that she was far from a slouch.
	Ranma was starting to feel spoiled.
	Afterwards, she collected Kayoko and escourted her out
into the yard, intent on continuing her 'training'.  The girl had
made incredible progress already, but Ranma knew she still had a
long way to go, and was determined to help her get there.
	Kayoko, however, seemed to have different ideas.
	"Mom...  What...  What was Dad like?" she asked, the
question almost flooring Ranma.
	"Uhm...  Your father?" she stammered, totally unprepared
for the topic.  "What...  What made you think of that?" she
continued, trying to buy herself enough time to compose herself.
	Kayoko smiled weakly.  "I...  I've been thinking about
him since we talked last night.  The...  The files had no
information on him beyond a picture, and a list of his 
'criteria'.  And...  And there was nothing at all about the time
you two spent together - at least nothing...  That would tell me
what kind of person he was," she responded quietly, apparently 
aware of the delicacy of the subject.
	Ranma looked back at her in silence, shaken at the
prospect of raking up the painful memories.  However, as soon as
she saw the look in her daughter's eyes, her resistance melted.
	"Lets...  Let's go for a walk, Kay-chan," she half-smiled,
taking her daughter's hand.
	Kayoko's smile was worth far more than what she was about
to inflict on herself.
	When they stepped through the tree line a few moments
later, she drew a long breath - and began her tale.
	"Your father...  Was a big guy.  He was something like
190cm tall, with the waviest brown hair I've ever seen.  Really 
handsome face, too," she began, the words still feeling funny 
despite the shocking ease with which she had said them.
	She glanced at Kayoko's face, expecting to see a grimace,
but instead, she saw something she'd noticed earlier.
	"You...  Actually look a little like him," she stated, at
which Kayoko's smile brightened.
        The sight lifted her heart, and seemed to wash away the 
last of her discomfort.
        "He was pretty well built, for someone that didn't
exercise...  And he looked really good in a suit," she continued,
the memory bringing a small smile.  "I...  I don't know what he
was like before all this crap, but during it...  He was the kind
of guy everyone respected.  Friendly, open - sweet even, but he
seemed to know who he was, what he wanted, and how to get it.
Kind of ironic to say that now, I guess, but at the time, I
didn't know any better," she continued, drawing a sigh.
	"He sounds wonderful," Kayoko commented, her own voice
wistful.
	"Hm.  He was...  He was the most wonderful person I've
ever known.  I used to get weak when he'd touch me," she huffed,
her face heating embarrassedly at the thought.  "He...  He had a
really dry sense of humour, but behind it, he was a kind, 
thoughtful guy.  He never once treated me like a wife -- he took
care of me.  Used to open doors, help me in and out of chairs, 
make all the decisions - and he was...  Always very gentle," she 
trailed off, her stomach tightening briefly.  "Even though he was
so big.  He towered over me, and he had these huge hands...  I 
felt like a little kid when he'd hold mine, and when he'd hug 
me - I disappeared," she chuckled, the memory warming her heart.
"I...  I always felt so safe -- and so...  Needed," she sighed, 
her eyes unfocusing briefly.
	Her daughter sighed, the sound bringing her back from 
where her memories had taken her.
	"It was really bad when I was carrying you -- he worried
like a mother hen.  I couldn't do anything!  He was just so 
thrilled - so excited about being a father.  His eyes sparkled, 
and he had this smile tattooed on his face all damned day.  I 
could understand that part, though...  I wasn't any different," 
she added with a quick wink, then fell silent as another thought
struck her.
	"Mom...?  You okay?" Kayoko asked, stepping around in
front of her.
	Ranma looked back at her through blurred eyes.  
	"Gomen ne...  I-I was just thinking...  How good a father 
he would've been - and of how proud he'd have been - of you," 
she sniffed, her heart wrenching in her chest as she cupped 
her daughter's cheek.  "And I know...  I know how much he would
have loved you."
	Without a word, Kayoko reached out and wrapped her in a
comforting hug.  She didn't resist.
	"I wish...  I wish I could have known him," the girl
finally whispered, followed by a sniff of her own.  "I...  I 
miss him even more now."
	Ranma raised her arms around her daughter's back, closed
her eyes - and let herself weep.
	"I...  I do too."




	"What happened to you two?" Nabiki teased, as she stepped
out onto the side deck.
	"We...  Kinda went for a walk," Ranma smiled back, after
exchanging a wink with Kayoko.
	"Ah.  Well, we were wondering when you disappeared for
over an hour," Nabiki chided back, looking affectedly concerned.
	"Gomen - we didn't mean to be that long.  Anyway,
Nabs - is the car really all ready to go?"
	Nabiki blinked at the redirect.  "Uhmm...  Far as I know.
Planning on going somewhere?"
	She nodded, with a glance at her daughter.  "Hai - and as
soon as we can arrange it."
	"And where would that be?"
	"Canada."
	The girl nearly face-faulted.  "Canada?  Why...  Where?"
	She returned a sheepish grin.  "That's what I need you
to find out."


	

	Ranma watched with a thoughtful frown as Nabiki shook her
head and walked back into the house. 
	Kayoko, meantime, stepped up and placed a hand on her 
shoulder.
	"Think she'll be able to get it, Mom?"
	She nodded.  "If anyone can..." she stated, then turned to
the girl and slid her a telling grin.  "Should give us enough time
to get in at least some work, though."
	Kayoko gaped affectedly.  "Maaaa...  What a slavedriver!"
	Ranma shook her head solemnly.  "Oh, no -- we're nowhere
near that part of it -- yet," she quipped, with her best 'sensei'
face.  "Come, student...  We must resume your training," she 
continued, taking her chuckling daughter's hand and starting out 
into the yard.
	They hadn't managed a half-dozen steps, however, before
a startled exclamation stopped them in their tracks.
	Ranma turned to see Akane, standing frozen just at the 
corner of the building.  Her hands were over her gaping mouth, her
eyes were wide -- and her face was white.
	Silence ensued -- until Akane's face literally flashed
to her namesake colour.
	"I *knew* it!  You bastard!  You *did* come up here to 
hide your dirty little secret!" she shreiked, as she stormed 
toward them.
	Ranma took a stance.  "What the hell are you talking 
about, Akane?"
	"You!  You and your little girlfriend here!  I *thought*
you were hiding out here with Nabiki -- that would have been bad
enough!  But no -- not you!  You have to go one better, and get
some brand-new hussy involved!" she snarled back, extending an
arm toward the stunned Kayoko.  "Does she know?  Does she know
you're really a guy, Ranma?  Does she even have a clue how much
of a *pervert* she's involved with?"
	Ranma fought down the charge already building in her 
hands.  "Akane -- you better calm down.  You've already said way
too much..." she began through clenched teeth, but Akane didn't
let her finish.
	"No way, Ranma!  I haven't even *started*!  And I've
got lots to say to your equally sick little plaything!"
	Ranma felt something snap in her head.
	"Akane, for once in your damned life, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
she shouted, rocking the girl back on her heels.  
	However, it only took a heartbeat for her to recover.
	"HOW DARE YOU!" she screamed, arms already rearing back.
	The next thing Ranma knew, Akane was holding a charred 
stick, and her face was a mask of wide-eyed shock.
	"Don't even *think* about hurting my Mother," Kayoko 
hissed, her extended finger still alive with writhing bolts of 
energy.
	Ranma immediately put a hand on her daughter's arm and
urged her to lower it.  Kayoko returned a questioning look, at
which Ranma nodded assuringly.
	When she turned back to Akane, she saw the girl's eyes 
darting back and forth between herself and her daughter.  They 
repeated the process a few more times, then the girl shuddered.
	"Muh-Mother?"
	The stick fell to the ground.
	Ranma nodded solemnly.  "Tendou Akane -- I'd like you 
to meet my daughter, Hadridge Kayoko," she roted out, still in 
her stance.
	"Hajimemashite, Tendou-san," Kayoko bowed quickly, her
eyes never leaving Akane.
	"Daughter..." Akane echoed, the colour again draining 
from her face.  A moment later, her eyes rolled up and she sank
to the ground.
	Ranma huffed, then brought her hand up to knead the 
bridge of her nose.  "Kuso..."



	
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END - Goodbye Is Not Forever - Part 11  A Ranma1/2 Fanfic by Coutuva

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