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"Ranma-san?" Ranma turned to find the eldest Tendo daughter holding a phone and giving him a puzzled expression. "There's a phone call for you."

Ranma blinked, "For me?" At her nod he stood, ignoring the goings on of their fathers and giving Kasumi his own puzzled expression. "Who the heck even knows me and pop are here?"

Kasumi gave Ranma a slight shrug as she showed the cursed martial artist toward the kitchen area and handed him the phone. Ranma gave Kasumi a slight nod of gratitude and put the receiver towards his ear. "Hello?"

"Greetings and salutations my friend," came an unfamiliar voice. Ranma frowned at the facetious sounding tone, feeling as though the sound was surrounding him.

"Who is this?" Ranma asked.

"You're quite a hard man to track down Saotome Ranma-kun," the voice continued. "If we weren't tracking our dear Musubi-chan, we might have never gotten a hold of you."

Ranma blinked, pulling the phone away to look at it weirdly before placing it back on his ear, "Who the hell are you? How the hell do you even know about Musubi?"

"Honestly my dear boy," The voice sighed out dramatically. "This would have been so much easier if either you or your father had a cell phone. I know you two just got back from China, but they sell those things over there too."

"Who the hell is this?!" Ranma nearly shouted, causing the peanut gallery behind him to pause and look at him curiously.

"I'd be more than happy to explain who I am Ranma-kun," the voice replied with hidden excitement. "All you need to do is turn on the Tendo's television and all will be made clear. You may go ahead and hang up now."

Ranma simply frowned as he put the phone back on its cradle. "Tendo-san," he called out. "Can you turn on your TV, please?"

Soun blinked at the boy's request, "Why?"

"To answer some questions," Ranma replied simply.

"All right," Soun replied, not quite understanding but turned to give a soft glare to Genma as a reminder that they weren't done with their previous discussion. His training partner simply let out a nervous chuckle as the television turned on. There was static for a moment, but it quickly faded and the image of a man came into clear view.

A man that caused Nabiki to choke slightly as he came into view. Akane and Soun simply gasped while Musubi simply smiled brightly at the man. He sat forward, folding his arms casually across one knee; and was dressed in an all white long coat with pointed tips at the collar. Black square rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and white gloves adorned his hands.

Ranma gave the man a flat look. He couldn't look more like a super villain if he tried.

"It is an honor to meet you, young Saotome Ranma-kun," The man said in a pleasant tone. "And allow me to be the first to offer you congratulations. You were magnificently chosen to be the partner of a Sekirei!"

"Hello, professor!" Musubi chirped.

"And hello to you Number Eighty-Eight, Musubi-chan!" The man replied warmly. "I see you were able to find the Ashikabi meant for you!"

"Musubi," Ranma cut in. "Y'know this doofus?"

"Doofus?" The man repeated, aghast.

"You idiot!" Nabiki snapped. "Don't you know who this man is?!"

"No," Ranma shrugged as he turned to the middle Tendo daughter. "Otherwise I wouldn't ask. Should I?"

"You damn well should!" She spat back. "That's Hiroto Minaka, the CEO and owner of MBI!"

Ranma blinked, having heard of the company on and off during his travels. "This screwball?! This guy runs MBI?!"

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