The next morning, the two groups gathered together in the courtyard of the Hikawa Shrine. When they had all positioned themselves, the human Setsuna nodded to her felinoid twin. The pair summoned their respective Time Keys, raised them in the air and vanished.
Ameow sighed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. "I still don't think it's entirely fair that Haruka got to be with Ranma-kun so long," she muttered in a mall voice.
Mewkato sighed. "True," she allowed. "But she trained beside Sempai. Even with all the crap the panda-oni put them through, Haru-sempai was as willing to go through it."
Housecato giggled, bouncing in place slightly. "Ooh, ooh," she squealed. "She was so much fun when she first came out of the portal, then she saw us and just started bouncing around and sniffing the ground and..."
The tall cheetahgirl slapped her hand across her face. "'Kato," she grumbled around the impediment, "she was in the middle of a Neko-ken attack."
"She was still fun," the little violet-maned catgirl whined.
On the other side of the clearing, the Senshi were of varing minds of their princess' decision. Michuru was standing alone, growling to herself. "Razzin' frazzin' bimbo scrabbin' cats nabbin' brainwashin' srabble-flabbin' RETRAINING?!!?" Realizing her rant had reached full audibility, she blushed and quieted down to her previous inaudibility.
Hotaru leaned over to whisper to Minako. "Michuru-mama didn't get any last night; that always makes her cranky."
Getting a slightly sickened look on her face, the blond sweat-dropped. "You know 'too much information', Hotaru-chan?" she moaned.
The dark-haired girl nodded. "Setsuna-mama says that all the time," she confided. "Especially when I tell her about the neat costumes and the spilled food..."
The beleaguered Senshi of Love's features began to resemble a Granny Smith apple. Her conversation partner ignored her distress, continuing to detail the aftermath of her housemates.
Usagi rolled up her sleeves. "I better be ready for her," she proclaimed to Ami. "What if she wants to fight again?"
Rei bopped her on the head gently. "Meatball-head," she chided in a even voice, "remember what she was trained in for the last ten years? The old Haruka would've kicked you around like a soccer ball. Now, you'd end up a pretzel."
The odango-headed leader of the senshi got a dull, vacant-eyed stare on her face, a line of drool dripping from one corner of her slack-jawed grimace. "Mmmmm, pret-zels," she groaned. "Gwaaaaaaaal."
Ami sighed. "Why did you have to mention food, Rei?" she inquired. "Now Usagi will be in a food-fantasy until someone feeds her."
All eyes snapped to the space between the two groups as a dark vortex snapped into being. From the space, the two Time Guardians appeared. Each one went to their respective groups.
Setsuna explained to the attentive Senshi. "Well, we went the Neko-earth; but when we caught up with Haruka, well..."
"Well, what?" the turquoise-haired Sea Senshi snapped.
A quartet of screaming voices interrupted the conversation. From the space-time rift flew a ball of dust, within which an arm, leg or tail would be momentarily visible. The gathered groups watched as the mobile fight bounced around for a few moments until it resolved into the constituents.
The obvious one was Haruka, dressed as she was in a variation of Ranma's normal outfit, except with a lemon-yellow top and navy-blue ankle-tie pants. One leg was lifted, so the foot on it was planted into the face of a pink-maned catgirl, who was dressed in a kimono that was decorated with fishcake designs.
The watchers could tell that the kimono the catgirl wore was heavily modified, as there were chains extended from the voluminous sleeves, which were loosely wrapped around a jaguargirl wearing the uniform of a sushi-chef. She was obviously a practitioner of a crazy style of food-based martial arts, as she was waving a pepper-grinder of immense girth.
The bottom of which was gripped between the feet of a house-catgirl of the Persian breed. Said shaggy white-maned girl was dressed in a scarlet Chinese minidress that was tight enough to appear painted on. She had her hands wrapped around the ankle of Haruka's standing leg, propped perfectly upon her head.
Haruka just rubbed the back of her head in a nervous gesture, as everyone heard Ranma whisper, "Woah. Deja vu."
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