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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 VI
        The Heir To The Throne: Kuno Has A Fiancee'?

	Kuno stood on the roof of his mansion, pondering the 
many achievements of his youth.  His mind was spirited as he
relived his first championship kendo match, the moment he gave
his speech, proclaiming Akane's hand unobtainable by the fools
of Furinkan, then to the tree-born-pig-tailed-kettle-girl as
he tossed his bouquet of red roses toward her, all moments to 
be remembered, and almost out of grasp now that the time had
come.  His eighteenth birthday lay before him as he watched
the sun begin to set on his youth.  He could almost feel it 
slipping away, stranded in the void between adulthood and
the exuberance of youth.  "Ah, there you are son." came a
voice from behind him, pulling from his dream-like state, 
casting away the moments of his greatness, the blue thunder
was forever lost, in time.

	Kuno sighed heavily as his father approached him, his
soul alive with dismay as his father threw an arm around him
and shook him heavily, jarring his jaw. "*Konbonwa*, **ojiisan**."
[*good evening]
[**father]

	"So, how does it feel, son," his father asked, pulling
his son tightly to him, casting his gaze across the grounds.
"to know that all this will be yours in but a day?"

	"Your eyes hold not the sorrow," Kuno replied, his
worry evident, "I have seen."

	"Ahh, my son." an understanding gaze finding Kuno, "I
hear the truth in your words, and I understand." gripping 
Kuno by both shoulders.  "And yet, it is our custom that as
the first born comes of age, he shall then rule the Kuno 
empire, and rule it with an iron fist, and a heavy heart,
such is the way of kings." then lightening his grip on
Kuno, turning them back to the scenic wonder of the mansion's
grounds.  "This is why you must have a strong woman at your 
side," warming up for the punch, "you have found such a 
woman as to make matters of state more pleasurable, have you
not?"

	Kuno, sighing deeply as his mind slipped over Akane
letting known her engagement to Ranma, and of the pig-tailed
girl's curse of slavery to Ranma.  "That I cannot say." his
head bent low as the words flowed from him, leaving him 
empty.

	"Then it is done." his father stated, his grip again
resonating strength, absolute confidence.  "In our wisdom,
your mother and I have committed to you a suitable bride.  
A woman of infinite strength to rule at your side."

	Kuno, bemused, was at a loss for words, 'A bride?'
he thought, 'Infinite wisdom?'  Then, remembering who 
he was speaking to, his eyes grew narrow as he looked upon
his father slyly, "What does she look like?"

	It was his father's turn to be bemused, "I don't know."

	Kuno, stunned into silence as his jaw dropped to the
floor, "HUH?"

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

	Kuno sat in the back of the rolls as his mind ran 
over and over the events of the previous evening, 


	"But, my son" his father had said, "It of the utmost
importance that there be a strong woman at your side.  The 
rule of the Kuno empire can not be trusted to a man alone,
for he is sure to fall without the support of those around
him.  And your bride has grown in the customs of rulership,
herself being the daughter of an empire.  No, my son, this
is as it must be.  Besides, your mother has grown accustom 
to the Daitokuji clan, spends much of her time there I am
told, and is particularly fond of her father."

	"I pray you, *ojiisan*," Kuno responded, "if she were
of my own choosing I would not doubt this union, yet..."
[*father]

	"I will hear you no more!" his father dismissed with
a wave of his hand, "This union is as it must be, and will 
not be discussed, but there be no reason that you would not
be permitted, let us say, a pet to occupy you time."

	They had talked for hours, Kuno describing his 
infatuation for Akane and the pig-tailed one, his father making
the point clear that Kuno could have both, but could not 
let it be known to the world, or his bride that his heart be
elsewhere.

	Kuno had agreed, seeing the wisdom in his father's
words with a light heart, yet there was still the question
of who would become the master's mistress.


	Kuno slowly watched as the profile of a wrecked
space-ship grew in the background, his mind mulled over
the history of Graviton City as the rolls moved through the
hills into the part of town equated with money.  There it
stood, at the top of the hill.  It was a mansion of comparable
size as that of the Kuno residence, huge in stature, and 
almost 'Athens' in style.  Kuno made up his mind that he 
liked it, sending images into his mind of Alexander the 
Great standing over a battlefield.  

	It's splendor lavish, displaying *koi* ponds and massive
columns encircling a glistening stone pool, where a lone
figure emerged from the water with none but a towel to disguise
her figure, her long gray-blue hair reaching splendidly down
her form.  Kuno watched from the car, a good hundred meters
away, as the car rolled down the brick driveway, his mind
going over how he wished that the figure he had seen was not
his bride to be.  He disliked women with long hair, for they
were often only nice to look upon, lacking the depth or 
precision of motion which he found so alluring in Akane and
the pig-tailed one.
[*carp]

	The car slowed to a halt in front of the mansion, 
servants flowing out of the house ahead of a handsome man with
gray-blue hair dressed in a light gray business suit.  His
manner was almost offensively happy as the pair removed 
themselves from the car.  "Ah, *Kuno-sama*!" the man bellowed,
his arms outstretched as he greeted Kuno's father.  The two
of them shook hands vibrantly, exchanging polite words and
inside jokes, with a reference to a tee-time at the regular
resort.  "And this must be your son, **Tate-kun**!" as he shoved
out a paw.
[*expressing great respect]
[**the shortening=nickname kun=long time acquaintance]

	Kuno already disliked the character, he bolstered
arrogance like a cheap suit.  Even the man's indifferent reference to
to him as '*Tate-kun*' drove him mad with rage at the insult.
Kuno bit down on an angry retort and took the hand firmly in
his grasp, trying to prove how able and virile he was, 
"**Daitokuji-sama**, I am honored to be considered for your 
daughter's hand." as he bowed deeply.
[*the shortening=nickname kun=long time acquaintance]
[**expressing great respect]

	"Ah," Daitokuji responded, "such a gentleman you are,
my Biko will be pleased." then with a slight bow, "Come, you
are an honored guest in my home." gesturing to the door, then,
on a different tack, "Come now," slapping Kuno on the back, 
"my daughter awaits!"

	They followed their host into the house proper, through
the garden, Kuno adjusting his shoulders and trying hard 
not to tense up under this unruly treatment.

	Daitokuji stopped at a draped archway, giant frosted
glass French doors opening in.  "And now," placing his hands
on the knobs, "to unveil your prize, my son." winking at Kuno.
He shoved open the doors exposing a large room, it's walls
draped with tapestries of every kind, shape and size.  At
the center of the room sat a young woman, dressed in full 
kimono.  She sat silently, her head down as she awaited the 
men to join her.  She pushed herself to her feet as they 
arrived at the table, then sat after they had made themselves
comfortable.  'She is well built,' Kuno thought as he observed
her movements, 'although I would doubt that training is what
serves to keep her figure slim.' working his way towards
actually liking her.

	She stared into his eyes for a moment, taking in his
form, then noticing his attention, blushed redly, turning
her head, "*Gomenasai*." but she couldn't take her eyes off him.
'He's handsome enough to rival even Kei.' she thought, her
mind moving her into a dreamlike state.  Images of him caressing
her soft body, taking in her sweet lips.  She blushed, her
thoughts finding their way to the centers of her body.
[*I'm very sorry]

	Daitokuji, catching every blush, every glimpse, 
every vibration from her body, nodded in assurance that
young Kuno would be a proper choice for his young Biko.  He
had searched long to find him, in the hope of ending her
relationship with that Shiko girl and her lover Kei, and
that awful little redhead Eiko.  "Well," he threw up his
hands, "*Tate-kun*, may I introduce my daughter, *Biko-chan*, she 
has waited long for this day." nudging at Kuno with a wink.
[*the shortening=nickname kun=long time acquaintance]
[*endearing, or cute]

	Kuno did not respond at once, his thoughts on the 
feminine wiles of Nabiki.  'That's who she reminds me of,'
he thought, his mind starting to wretch inwardly, 'Tendo
Nabiki!' the thought starting to burn as he reminded himself
of countless times she had made a fool of him, extorted 
moneys from him, and numerous other heinous crimes, and
Biko had that same glint in her eye.  The glint that said,
'I get what I want...'  Kuno wanted to 'hurl', he had never
been so insulted in his life!  Well, on very few occasions,
okay, okay, every other day, but this was different! 

	His mind snapped back from it's maunderings in time
to hear his father say, "It's settled then, the date to 
be six months from today."

	Kuno's eyes shot to his father with a look of utter
disbelief.  His mind was filled with protests when Daitokuji
interjected, "No, we shall set the date for the first of
the coming month.  There is no reason to tease poor Tate-kun
with the passing of time."

	Kuno sat dumbstruck as he watched his future being
decided, his future with THAT as his father concluded, "Very
well, I will make the preparations." then moved his hand 
across the table to Daitokuji, shaking his hand firmly.

	"*NANI*?!"
[*what]

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

	Biko watched as Kuno and his father entered their
rolls and drove away, her heart light with a newfound energy.
She couldn't remember when she had felt so good, not even
Kei, or even Shiko had produced this kind of effect inside
her, but she could sense something inside him that held him
as firmly as Eiko had held Shiko.  She must find out what
it was that stole his heart away from her.

              Music Cue: I Want You - Heart
	She strutted back to her rooms quietly, not letting
her new affection for 'Tate-chan' show to any of the many
servants she passed along the way.  Once in her rooms she
swooned, spinning on her heals with a bright smile plastered
across her face, "Ah, *Tate-chan*!" as she hugged one of the 
throw-pillows on the sofa.  
[*endearing, or cute]

	She could feel imaginary hands touch her as she
lay on the sofa, feel the slow burn in the essence of her
body as she viewed the image of Kuno before her in her 
dreamscape.  She pulled away the fabric of her Kimono, caressing
her breasts as she longed for him to do, her panties starting
to feel the wet delight of her slow pleasure.  She moved
her hands across her breasts, pinching her nipples slightly,
the shoot of pain running jolts of ecstasy through her body.
Then, her finger rounding her nipples, she pulled at the 
knot of fabric, spreading the kimono about her as her other
hand worked its way down her form slowly moving about her
midsection sending a blaze of passion through to her soul.

	She worked her hand down to her sex, moaning slightly
as she viewed the dreamscape image of Kuno, laying on top
of her, suckling at her breasts.  She circled her sex, probing
the border of her black lace fresh cut panties, their protection
soaked through to the core.  She ran a single finger down into
her as she let out a yelp, her body crying for release as she
explored herself, probing deeper and deeper into herself, her
hips starting to work as she moved to the rhythm of her desire.
She arched her back, caught in the wave of emotion that 
engulfed her.  She moved her hand faster, and faster as the
burn started to build, her sweet essence pouring out as her
body began to quake.  She bit down on her bottom lip as a 
moan escaped her mouth, her body alive with the ravages of
her passion.  She whimpered slightly and scrunched her eyes
tight as the wave rolled over her, thrashing her nubile body
about in it's current.

	She lay there, exhausted, as the waves gently faded,
considered her dilemma, then spun to the north wall, where 
four separate pictures hung at respective intervals, "Eiza!"

	The picture phased out, showing the face of a young
girl with sandy blonde hair in a school uniform, "*Hai*, 
Biko-san." 
[*yes]

	Biko regarded her momentarily, then directed, "Follow
them."

	"*Hai*!" Eiza said instantly, then, a bemused look
on her face, "Who?"
[*yes]

	"*Aho*!  **Tate-chan**, who else?!"
[*something very, VERY bad]
[**you get the picture]

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And so ends the first part of this two (or three?)
part episode.  Don't worry, you'll see more of Biko's
personality next time, and everyone else by the way.
Sorry about the AMS segment, I am going to push it
back indefinitely, or at least until I get the plot 
sorted out for that ep.  Hope you liked it, and as
always, there is more to come!
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