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Yoshihiro drifted about his sanctum. Plans had been pulled awry, and that had forced him to rethink some of his short-range strategies. He hadn't believed he would have a senshi as a General of his forces for too long, since the knowledge imparted to him in his Dark Rebirth had contained several such fiascos. He didn't want another Prince Endymion or Dark Lady problem on his hands - even when evil, those senshi and their allies were annoyingly forces for the Moon Kingdom. Quite how, he never really could explain. Yet their lust for power and actions in trying to one-up the other existing Generals often brought Dark Kingdom forces down low, just when they needed to be strong. And besides, having a visible General - someone everyone was looking for - was definitely not a good thing when it came to trying to keep a low profile in draining energy.

He glanced over at one wall of his sanctum, where Natsumi had been constructing him a huge bank of monitors. Perhaps he'd expended her too readily, to early in the piece. She'd have been a powerful General in the endgame, definitely. But Umiko had been jealous - still was, and wanted to know why the little bitch wasn't lying nameless, bloodless, in some gutter somewhere. But Yoshihiro had wanted Natsumi left alive. What she could still bring to his plans... well, he wouldn't know exactly what she'd done to Ranma until later. Much later, he knew. And he could see where things were going. Could see the patterns.

Well, not him, but one of his Lesser monsters. A young man who's head had exploded, erupted into mere probability theory. At any one moment, all the threads of possible reality danced around him like flickering projections of someone's fevered imagination. Utilising this boy's ability, it was possible to bring the present future along a pre-set course. It was also possible to see much of what was happening now.

But for now, he'd wished that he'd at least held onto Natsumi for another few days. Maybe even an hour or two. He had the omputer hooked up to the internet, but no CNN-Japan, and no cartoon channels. Best he had was a fuzzy black and white TV set that ahd obviously seen better days, trying desperately to reach in between the Dark Kingdom and the Earth Kingdom to pull in local Tokyo television stations. It was better than nothing.

Love, Chapter 11