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are not mine and I do not lay any claim, either real or 
imagined to the likeness, reproduction, or otherwise.  This 
work is intended for fun only, and is not produced for 
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Writer's Foreword:
I'll warn you now, this is a crossover lemon.  I've put the
cast of UY, the cast of Ranma, the cast of DP, the cast of
AMS, the cast of AKO, the cast of.... etc. etc. etc. I tried
to break as many boundaries as possible with this, including
having Ataru admit to his true feelings (Whatever they may
be) Well, you don't expect me to tell you now, do you?  You
Ranma 1/2 fans may not like what I've done with Ukyou, but
feel assured that there is a reason (as always) that I've 
portrayed her in such a light.  You might not like what I've
done to Ranma either, but hey, it's my universe.  Kei makes 
a few explicit appearances, and even Yuri has some fun.  All
in all it makes for some very interesting story lines, so
please, read it, and then tell me what you think.

  Comments/Crits to:
			inaba@earthling.net

                               Part XI
                         Yuri's Evil Plan #62!

	"Lum!" Moroboshi's mother bellowed as she stood over a sleeping
pair, jostling Lum awake, "Lum!  Get up, one of your friends," letting
her voice rip through the layers of sleep that clouded Lum's thoughts,
"is at the door."

	As Lum began to move, Ataru stirred slightly, then pushed
himself upright, gazing with lazy eyes at the woman who stood over
the two, "Okaa-san?" his eyes straining to focus.

	The older woman blushed, her eyes scanning the room, "Er.. I'll
go make some tea." then turned quickly and headed for the door, her 
eyes shooting an evil look at Lum, then exited quickly, leaving all 
eyes in the room to gaze at the door.

	Lum sat, pushing her hair back, her eyes straining with sleep
to find the top to her pajamas as she sniffed back a tear.  She had
never expected things to get so bad, and so soon.  She knew what was
going on, and it wasn't as if they hadn't gone through this before, 
but this time, she wasn't so sure she was going to win.

	Ataru, his eyes squinted slightly, rubbed his hand into his
face, trying to quell the dazed feeling that overwhelmed him, 'What
had just happened?' he thought, his eyes watching Lum search through
the piles of bedding, "What's wrong?" 

	"Oh," Lum shrugged, "just someone at the door." avoiding his
gaze as she shoved her shoulders into her black satin, oversized 
pajama top.

	Ataru gazed at her form, trying to guess what was going on 
inside her head, 'She seemed so distant lately, like she was always
somewhere else, it hadn't interfered with their sex life yet, but ...'
his thoughts turning to Mendo and Yuri, then snapped back as Lum 
started to get up out of the futon.  He moved, placing a hand on her
shoulder, "Let me get it." smiling gently at her, his concern evident
in his gaze.

	Lum turned, her eyes questioning him, then, "I don't mind."
trying to pull away from his grip on her.

	Ataru shot up out of the bed, moving to the door, calling to 
Lum over his shoulder, "You just relax," winking at her, "I'll take
care of it." then worked his way out the door to leave Lum to her 
thoughts.

	Ten eyed the door as it closed, then turned slowly to Lum, 
"He's being awfully nice lately." his voice concerned as he inspected
Lum.

	"Un." she replied slowly, puzzled by his quick movements, and
thought, 'Now I don't even know what's going on.'

                             ***************

	"Okaa-san?" Ataru queried as he poked his head around the corner
into the kitchen, his eyes resting on his mother as she began to grind
herbs into a mix, with mortar and pestle, her hands straining at a 
stubborn piece of ginger.

	"Hai?" she queried, smiling up at him with huge eyes, her hands
still working nervously.

	Ataru walked over to her, noting each movement and utensil,
"Why are using this old thing?" motioning to the mortar.

	"Nani?" then looked down at the mortar, it's edges ground out
of shape with wear, "Oh, I thought you might like a nice, hot cup of
tea, the way I used to make it." nodding vibrantly at him as he
looked on in disbelief, both of them ignoring the slight pecking
noise in the background.

	Ataru stood, bemused as he looked down into his mother's bright
smile, then put his hand on her shoulder, "Okaa-sama?" his eyes full
of concern, "Are you okay?"

	His mother's eyes blank, looked up at him, her hands pulled 
back from the mortar and pestle, "Of course.  Why?  Is anything wrong?"
then stared blankly, waiting for a response.

	Ataru gazed blankly at her, then dropped his arms and receded
from the room, his mother's eyes following him as he left.  

	He walked slowly down the hall in a daze, 'Strange...' he 
thought as muffled howls of a male voice pounding at the door echoed
through the hall.

	Ataru stumbled down the hall lost in thought, his father 
peeked over his newspaper as he passed the living room, "Oi, Ataru,"
brining a slight sparkle into Ataru's eyes, "could you get the door?"

	"Hai," Ataru mumbled, still lost in the folds of his mind.

                             ***************

	Mendo stood, pounding loudly on the door, his mind raving at
the humiliation he was suffering under Moroboshi, he readied himself 
to rage aloud once more, when, the door slowly pulled open before him
to expose a bemused Ataru, lost in thought, turning away from the 
visitor and slowly ascending the stairs, his eyes blank.

	Mendo, his mind caught in the utter abuse he was enduring, 
bellowed aloud, "Moroboshi!" his fists clenched as he stared up at
the ascending Ataru, noticing his slow, precise movements.  He halted
himself as he was ready to rage again, his eyes taking in the dazed
state of Ataru as he slowly ascended, oblivious to the world around
him, "Moroboshi?"

	Ataru stopped on the stairs, his face pale, he turned slowly,
and spoke through the blank gaze that clouded his eyes, "Mendo?" he
queried, slightly puzzled, then scrutinized the figure, his voice full
of contempt, "Take off your shoes."

	Mendo readied himself to rave, his mind unable to stop the 
urges of violence that ran through his body, then, as Ataru slowly
turned away, his eyes caught the slight sadness that clouded his eyes 
Mendo pulled himself back and slipped his shoes off, pushing them to
the side with his toes and followed Ataru up the stairs, closing the
door behind him, not knowing what else to do.

                            ***************

	Ataru walked dumbly down the hall, his mind elsewhere as he
absently led Mendo into his and Lum's room.  He opened the door before
him as he wondered what the hell he was going to do.  He now understood
something that he would have rather left alone, yet another obstacle
that he did not want to deal with at the moment, especially in front
of Mendo and Yuri.  

	'It's just not fair!' his mind raved as closed the door behind
the two, his hand still on the knob.  'What the hell am I going to do?'

	Lum glared at Mendo and pulled the covers up over herself as
she saw him enter, biting down a harsh question to Ataru as she 
studied his gaze, seeing in it none of the humor that she loved so
much.  Her lips parted as she started to ask him what was wrong, then
thought better of it as she felt Mendo's gaze on her and pulled the
covers tight to her.

	Ataru moved across the room and sat down between Lum and
Mendo, his feet under him, his eyes still clouded with his own 
machinations as he motioned for Mendo to do the same. He felt Lum's 
hand on his back and laid a hand on her knee soothingly, trying to
explain his reaction to the new day with but a touch, "Lum," his
voice soft as he spoke to her over his shoulder, "please tell 
Yuri we have a guest."

	Mendo stewed slowly as he moved to his position opposite 
Ataru and put his feet under him, a slow bead of sweat rising as
his moment approached, the moment in which he would say his piece
and move on, and even now, he couldn't let go of the feeling that
he was about to make the worst mistake of his life.  He pushed 
the thought aside forcibly, his mind shunting aside the very notion
that ANY woman would be THAT important to him.  He hardly noticed 
Lum pull the covers to her as she moved to leave the room, and the
lost look in Ataru's eyes as he watched, for even he, Mendo, was,
in that one moment, lost.

                         ***************

	Lum knocked nervously on the door to the bathroom, her eyes
scanning the hall for any sign of life, she did not want to be caught
by Ataru's mother wrapped in a quilt in the middle of the hallway 
with company over.  She rapped at the door again and tried the knob,
finding it locked then rapped again, her eyes lighting up as the 
door before her opened slightly showing the green-mud covered face
of a very annoyed Yuri.  "What is it?" she queried through unmoving
lips.

	Lum, slightly taken aback by Yuri's edged attitude, pushed 
the door open, "Mendo's here." in a whisper as Yuri's eyes popped
open.

	Yuri gazed at the open door, then at Lum, then moved to
peer down the hall, "Chikusho!" she cursed lightly, "My clothes
are in your room!" as her face dropped.

	Lum sighed heavily, her features dropping around her as
she caught the intimated point, "Give me your robe."

	Yuri, slightly puzzled, complied, "What do you need the robe
for?" eyeing her suspiciously.

	"Your boyfriend," she rasped sarcastically, "is a lech." then
catching a hard look from Yuri, "Oh," dismissing the thought with
a wave of her hand, "like mine's not?"

	Yuri chuckled slightly then put a hand on Lum's arm 
affectionately, "I'm sorry," shrugging slightly, "guess I just woke 
up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." her eyes dancing with
light as Lum joined her in a giggle, then shook her head as Lum
moved to the door.

	"Leave it unlocked 'kay?" pushing her head inside the bathroom
before moving down the hall, her body half inside the robe as she
shrugged it on, smiling up at Yuri as she nodded compliance, then 
closed the door behind her, throwing the cloth belt around her and
tying it tightly.

	She moved down the hall quickly, then pulled their door
open and nodded to Ataru who sat silent, his eyes bright, his face
impassive, "Gomen." then grabbed a large bag in the corner along with
a bundle of clothes that hung across the back of the light office
chair by the desk.  She nodded to Ataru and left the room quickly
as Mendo's eyes followed her out.

	She shivered slightly as she closed the door behind her and
leaned against the door.  There was something so different about 
Mendo today, something that made her almost fear his gaze, as if
everything his eyes touched, he wished to acquire, wished it more
than anything.

                         ***************

	Mendo sat and stewed as he waited for Yuri to arrive, his
mind mulling over the humilities he had suffered under Moroboshi
through time, and the few moment that he had actually respected the
lech, such as this one.  He pulled his eyes from the floor to gaze
into his rivals eyes, trying to find what had attracted Lum, and
even Yuri to him.  He wasn't a good looking man, and even his
personality sent cold shivers up his spine, yet there was something
vital in his eyes, some glint that he could not explain.  Mendo
adjusted his shoulders uncomfortably and scanned the room around
him, finding Ten scrutinizing him, "Nani?"

	Ten floated a full meter above the ground, his eyes picking
at every final detail of Mendo's face, "Hmm." then scowled, shook
his head and turned to float near Ataru and lay down on the futon
behind him.

	Mendo, unnerved by Ten's movements, puzzled over what he
had seen, his mind scanning every inch of himself, "Nani?" settling
on Ten with a puzzled look.

	"It's nothing." Ten responded, rolling over and pulling a 
light sheet over his body, a smile starting to creep over his
face.

	Mendo, now seriously concerned, moved his hand to his face
and inspected it by touch, "Nani?"

	Ten looked up slowly and started to giggle as Ataru's attention
was drawn down on him, giving him the full effect of a meaningful
glare, "Ten." with force.

	Ten, with an abused look, shrugged and lay back down leaving
Mendo to sit and stew as Ataru moved back to his thoughts, soon
to be interrupted as the door crept open.

	Lum stood in the open doorway, a long white dress shrouding
around her as she moved skillfully to Ataru's left side and sat, her
hands in her lap, nodding to Ataru.  "Very well." Ataru stated, his
voice forcing Mendo to pull his eyes from the door, "You have come
today for a reason."

	Mendo, lost, "Hai." not knowing what else to do.

	"Then," Ataru took in a deep breath as Yuri moved across
the room, a light red dress billowing out as her movements created
a small breeze to sit at the left of Lum, then sitting properly.
"let your reason be known."

	Mendo steamed at the sight before him, 'How dare he!' his
mind cried, his muscles bunching as he struggled to remain control,
"I have come to speak with Yuri-san."

	Ataru nodded, his eyes closed as he considered the answer
that he was given, "What business do you have with Yuri-san?" his
voice with an edge, "And why is it that I should allow it?"

	"Because!" Mendo fumed with force, unable to control his
temper in the presence of such insolence, then with more control,
"I have come to demand that she return, or to grant her freedom,"
then paused as Yuri squirmed nervously, "if it is her wish."

	"Freedom?" Ataru queried, "From what?" his eyes grinning
evilly as he sat, watching Mendo stew under interrogation.

	"From," Mendo's shoulder's bunching, "from my lecherous
nature." then biting the words back as they came, "Gomenasai, Yuri-san,
please..." then dropped his eyes as he chewed at his lips, berating
himself for the slip, he had not meant to plead with her or anyone.

	Ataru laughed jovially, "Who is it you address before the
man you ask a favor of?" obviously enjoying himself, then catching
Lum's cold glare as he grinned at her sheepishly.

	Mendo's eyes pleaded with Yuri's form as the words he meant
to say dropped from  his mind, replacing themselves with pitiful
sobs that racked his thoughts, "Please, Yuri-san, I didn't mean
to sleep with her, I was just..."

	"NANI?!?!" Yuri bellowed at the words, her mind caught in the
ravages of jealousy, rage, and an uncontrollable desire to pull
her arm back and strike him across the face, in fact, she did just
that.

	SMACK!!

                        ***************

             Music Cue: Fatal Passion - Lita Ford
	Mendo awoke to the sound of soft music in the background,
his face buzzing slowly from the impact of Yuri's fist.  He pulled
at his right hand to inspect the bruise and found that he couldn't 
move his right arm, nor his left.  He threw his eyes open, finding
himself sitting upright in an office chair, his hands bound behind
him with handcuffs, locked to the chair.  He struggled slightly 
then took in a deep breath, cursing wickedly in his thoughts as
he examined the situation, the music growing harder and harder
until it broke into a mass of confusion.

	Yuri stood in the doorway to the large room dressed in
a tight fitting black dress that cut just below her upper thigh, leaving
her legs covered only in black fishnet hose, her shoulders bare as 
the top of the mini ran its border around her, showing Mendo a 
tasteful view of her full breasts.  She posed just inside the doorway,
facing Mendo with her left hip pushing out slightly, her right foot
in front of her as she slowed to a stop to the right of a low table, her
slight fingers pulling a match from a cup placed beside a single
red hand dipped candle.  She leaned over the table, her left hand on
her hip as she turned her body, her eyes on him, pushing her chest
out slightly, then ran her index finger down the length of the match
to its end, then purposefully dragging it across the edge of the table,
it's glow illuminating the skin atop her breasts that the dress left
bare.  She moved her hand slowly to the candle, letting the fire
pass from one to the other, then lifted it to her rounded ruby lips,
and blew, then threw a slight wink at him, grinning evilly.

	He stirred in his seat as the music began to thump and boom
around him, her body starting to sway with the motion of the melody,
then jutting out her sex as the beat commanded, squinting her eyes
shut slightly, running a single hand down her form as she strutted 
to his side, then rounded his body, throwing her head down to tease him
with her hair.  She moved to the front of him, slowly addressing him 
with one finger then running it down his cheek across the bruise, her
eyes never leaving his.  She picked herself up, moving her chest forward
before him, then turned abruptly, swinging her hair around her head, 
then strutted away swinging her hips as the music commanded.  She 
stopped and turned to let him see as her hand ran down her form, letting
out a slight audible moan, then turned her eyes to his as her hand
ran down to the inside of her thigh, then shot back up the outside of
her body as she began to move and sway with the music, always in motion.

	She grinned at him, her eyes alight with mischief as she moved
to him, her spike heels pounding out the rhythm on the floor.  She stopped
in front of him and sat, spreading her legs wide, in his lap, pulling
her chest away from him, then slowly moving her body down the length of
his lap, pushing out slightly with her breasts as clasped onto his neck
with her hands.  She pulled herself up, grinding her body against his
as she began to buzz with excitement, sweat starting to bead across her
soft skin.

	He stared down at her mutely as she lifted a single leg slowly,
pulling it high, then swung it quickly over his head, turning her back
to him as she pushed at his sex with hers.  His mind cried in exquisite
agony as she moved slowly down the length of his lap, then pushed him
back into the chair with her hands as she pushed herself up.  She began
to bounce and sway with the movement of the music as it moved into its
final score, teasing him with her hands and body, then, moved to him
again, throwing her body onto him, crushing him with her chest and 
slumped down as the final beat hit.

	She pushed herself back and onto her feet, leaning over him, 
staring back and forth from his lips and eyes as he waited for her
to move.  She stuck out a finger and ran it around his cheeks slowly,
then moved it to his lips, scraping the border with the very edge
of her fingernail as his mouth hung agape.  She pulled it back from
his grasp, then moved it to her lips, showing him its length then kissed
it lightly, her eyes squeezing shut, she let out a slight moan. 

	She opened her eyes, righting herself slowly and turned, dropping
her hand to her side and moved away, headed for the door to leave him 
there, alone.
	
	He felt the cold pangs of regret flow through his body as he
watched her recede, his mind struggling for something, anything to
do, to say.
	
	She stopped at the door, her hand on the knob and peered at him
over her shoulder, her eyes alight with mischief, and grief, "Ja ne,
Shutaro."
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Writer's Notes: And here it is, the last of the Mendo/Yuri ep, hope
you liked it.  I sure did (snicker).
But how can you leave him like THAT?! Simple, he deserved 
it, ne?  And this way, he might actually learn something, not likely, 
but anything is possible.
But I didn't think Yuri could be so COLD!  Yuri uses her sex the same
way Lum does, she's a tease plain and simple, and that's what makes
Mendo want her so much, ne?  
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J**** F*****' C***** MAN!  WHAT.... ABOUT..... SHINOBU????
Not too worry, I'll give you a hint: "the last of the Mendo/Yuri ep..."
I think that says it all, don't you?
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