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Disclaimer: This is a multi-crossover with Ranma Ĺís Mousse in Tenchi Muyo, Clamp Campus Detectives, and Evangelion. Please send comments to

All characters belong to their respective owners. However, Teníou Hikaru, and the formula for his life events is my idea. If you do not like Mousse to be assertive, and feel that he doesnít have what it takes, donít bother reading this. If you are a Mousse fan, read on and enjoy.

The Phoenix Chronicles by Darien Cross

Episode One: An Angel is Born, and Growing Up In a Prison.

Opening Theme: Thesis of A Cruel Angel

1989, a prince was born. Yosho, though most knew him as Katsuhito Masaki, knew this as his son-in-law, Nobuyuki, held the child which Achika, his daughter, had recently given birth to. Yosho was seventy-five, but he was still slender, and somewhat athletic. Even old age had not taken away the agility he had in his younger days. He had long silver-grayed hair, which was tied into a ponytail. Also, Yosho wore glasses, and had a thin, silver mustache, which made him look almost like a noble.

Nobuyuki was a tad shorter, and was darker skinned than Yosho. He also wore glasses, and had a mustache. Except, the mustache was black, as was the crop of short hair, save for the small tail of hair on the back of his head. The two of them walked down the Masaki Shrineís one hundred steps.

"Well, fortunately," Nobuyuki was saying now, "the babyís fine, and the doctors say that Achika may be able to leave the hospital within a week."

"Is that so?" Yosho said.

"The company has finally agreed to let me design a house for them. I suppose they are finally recognizing my talents." Nobuyuki told him, sheepishly, as Yosho sat on the wooden patio, just outside the house.

"You donít say, is that so?"

"You know, dad," Nobuyuki said casually, since he did get along quite well with

Yosho, "Iíve been thinking about rebuilding this house one of these days."

"Is that so?"

"My next big project will be to build the Ďdream houseí Achika, and I have always wanted." Nobuyuki said the last words with love, and that made him look down at his son, who sleep as he held him. "And look at him, sleeping like an angel."

Then Nobuyuki turned to his father-in-law, and said, "By the way, dad, I still havenít been able to think of a name for the baby. Got any ideas?"

"Hmmm, let me think," Yosho said, putting his hand to his chin, "I name the baby

ĎHikaruíÖ" he hung a scroll on the door, and on it was written the Kanji Character for light.


Kenji Aito was a tall, muscular man. His thin mustache was the only hair on his head. Otherwise, he was bald. He was a mercenary, who usually wore black suits, but now only had a pair of black slacks, and a tee shirt under his white sports coat. He now sat in a dark room, surrounded by twelve ten-foot monoliths, each of their rank was an illuminated red number. However all of them had the same word under their rank, [Seele] which was the German word for soul.

"We have an assignment for you, Mr. Aito." Said the monolith which had the number one illuminated on it.

"You mustíve really been desperate if you hired a bounty hunter. Why didnít you have one of your secret service guys do this?" Aito asked smugly.

"As of this moment, there are only certain people to which we can entrusts such an assignment." Seele 02 replied.

"Alright, what is it? This?" Aito asked, raising the manila folder, he had, to head level.

"We need you to sequester that boy which we have been keeping surveillance on for quite some time." Seele 01 said.

"Wait a minute. You want me to do a kidnapping?" Aito asked uneasily, "I donít do kidnappings."

"You will be well rewarded." Seele 12 told him, "Also, once you complete this assignment, you will be granted a full pardon which will void your deportation from the United States."

"I believe you have a wife, and son there." Seele 10 added.

"Like I give a crap about them." Aito bit out.

"As well as a large racket. If you wish, we will help you fund such." Seele 09 said.

"However, this is not a request." Seele 01 boomed, "Find Hikaru Masaki, for whom weíve given you the file. Take him to our office in China, and most of all, make sure no one knows of your whereabouts after the job is done. The boy must be brought to us. That is your top priority. Nothing more."

"If the mother interferes?" Aito wanted to know.

"Youíre a bounty hunter, Mr. Aito. Handle it."

"How about my reward?"

"We will discuss your reward after the job is done. Now, go" with that, the twelve monoliths were gone. Kenji Aito looked at the file, and opened it. He looked at the picture of Hikaru, and thought, Heís just a kid. Oh wellÖHeís just a job, too.


Hikaru Masaki sat in the yard behind his house, and was looking at the bushel of leafy carrot heads, which blew in the cold winter air breezing into the pantry. He closed the door to the pantry, and ran around the yard. He loved playing in the yard. Despite the cold, he only wore a work shirt, and didn't really need a jacket. Ever since he was born, there was always some inner-warmth he felt, which made jackets or sweaters unnecessary. For now, his energy and playfulness kept him warm. Since he was still waiting for the school year to start, he would help his grandfather at the shrine, or he would help with the planting. He just enjoyed watching his grandfather make things grow. In fact, He would look forward to the summer, when he would help prepare the ground for planting. It was still January, after all, so the ground was still hard.

He had short black hair, like his parents, and like his father, he wore a pair of aviator glasses. He was 4í9, which was tall for his age, and thin. He looked more like his mother, though, save for his blue eyes.

He saw a shadow pass quickly through the yard. Then the shadow came closer to him, becoming bigger and bigger. He realized that it was a man, maybe bigger than his father, coming toward him. The man wore a black ski mask, and a set of black goggles, as well as a stiff looking vest, which bent to match his movements. He wore a black outfit, and the boots were large, and heavy. They were the types of boots he had seen his father use when tending the field, the heavy ones with tractor type bottoms. The manís belt held an assortment of devices on it, all held down by Velcro straps, while others were hooked onto his belt, including the walkie-talkie. The man looked like the police he would see on TV, when they would report riots on the news. The man even had equipment similar to a police officerís, including the long black stick that policemen would carry with them. Hikaru concluded that he was a soldier of some sort.

Kenji removed that from the slot, which held it in the tool belt, and walked toward Hikaru, who began to back away. This made Kenji place the stick back in its slot, and pull out a white handkerchief. Kenji gripped it in the palm of his hand.

Hikaru turned to run into the house, and looked over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. He felt his heart beating rapidly in his little chest, and he felt that inner glow he had earlier flare into anger. He dropped to the floor, making Kenji think that he had tripped on something. He knew Kenji would quicken his pace when he fell to the ground. When he sensed Kenji come closer, and thrusts his foot out and upward.

He was able to hit Kenji the knee, but he felt as if he had struck some sort of metal padding. Kenji grabbed his little foot with one hand, and threw him across the yard. Hikaru landed near the pantry, and skinned both his knees when he landed. He tried to get up, but couldnít find the strength to do so because both his knees were bleeding, and it hurt to move. He felt Kenji place his hand on his back, and apply weight.

At the same moment, Achika was getting ready to come out to the back yard. She had long black hair, which was tied back now, and her skin was very light pink. She had a slender figure. As a modern Japanese woman, she wore jeans, and a thick jacket, as opposed to a kimono and sandals. She was fully prepared to join him in the playing.

She came out to the yard, and saw the struggle, making her run to the yard. She now saw Kenji stepping on her sonís back, making her charge at him. Kenji hit her in the face, knocking her to the ground.

She spit out blood, and rasped, "Donít touch my son!" She charged at him again, this time, jabbing her shoulder into his back. He grunted somewhat, and swung his fist behind him, hitting her squarely in the stomach.

"Leave mom alone!" Mousse yelled, though his voice was muffled as dirt seeped into his mouth. He put his hands to the ground, and tried to push himself up, but Kenji was too heavy. Kenji stepped off of his back, and drew back his foot.

Achika was recovering from the shock, and tried to stand up. She opened her eyes, only to see Kenji kick her son in the face, knocking blood and dirt from his mouth, making her scream in anger as she charged at him. He turned to face her, and went into her charge. When they came into contact, she felt the pain in her abdomen explode as he punched her there. She fell to the ground, holding her stomach, and began to roll to Hikaru. Kenji could she what she was trying to do, and kicked her in the stomach.

She ignored the pain, and continued to crawl to Hikaru. She heard Kenji make a frustrated grunt, making her grow completely still. She thought he would leave her alone, thinking her to be unconscious. For a moment, Kenji actually thought she was unconscious, but kicked her in the face to make sure.

Then, Kenji went over to Hikaru, and picked him up. Kenji carried Hikaru under his arm, and took out his walkie-talkie.

"Did you find him?" asked the gruff voice of Seele 01 on the other end.

"Yes. All went as planned."

"Proceed, and take the boy to the airport. There will be a contact there to collect him." The voice told him.

"You said we can could discuss my reward after the job was done." Kenji complained. "What? You telling me I have to go to China for it?"

"Mr. Aito, calm yourself. You have the boy, now proceed to the airport. All will be handled once you arrive."

"Fine, fine. Iíll be heading there now." Aito said into the walkie-talkie, and slid it back into his belt. He slid Hikaru over his shoulders, and ran off into the woods.

"China?" Achika whispered, and fell unconscious.


When Achika woke up, Hikaru was gone, but she did see the fresh blood covering the spot where he lay during the fight. "Hikaru!" she cried, in anguish, as she got on her knees next to his shirt. Then, the snow began to fall.


The twelve monoliths of Seele floated in the dark room.

"Mr Aito has done well." the first of Seele commented now.

"Indeed," said the second of Seele.

"The question now is, what will we do with Mr. Aito once he does arrive in China?"

"Eliminate him, of course." Kihl said. "He is of no more use to us. Also, even if he did try to expose us, should he survive, no one would believe him. He is a bounty hunter, yes, but he does indeed have a tainted past which would discredit him."


Kenji wandered through the woods with Hikaru, pulling him along with the rope he had tied to the handcuffs.

"Where are we going?" Hikaru asked angrily.

"Youíll see. Lots of big wigs with big bucks wanted me to bring you here."

"For what?"

"How the hell would I know?"

"Youíre the one who brought me here. You should know."

"Hey, shut up, you little brat."

"Iím not a little brat."

"Damn it!" Kenji muttered under his breath. "Weíll have to turn back."

That was when he saw several women gather around him.

"Oh, whatís this? Chics in battle mode?" he sneered, and pulled his pistol out of his holster, and turned to hit Hikaru with the handle, who was knocked to the ground

Kenji turned to face the newcomers, dropping the rope. Rather than get back up, Hikaru crawled through the crowd of women that surrounded Kenji, getting his fingers crunched at times, but he managed.

One of the amazons on the outer circle saw him crawl out of the crowd. She muttered something in a strange language he couldnít understand. All he saw was the blackness consume him, and the last thought he had was that he hated being helpless.

Fortunately for him, he couldnít hear Kenjiís screams as the woman lanced him through the chest, and then through his legs. They did not lance him through the throat yet, for they wanted to hear him scream before he died at their hands.

"Death to the outsider!" they screamed in Chinese, stabbing through both sides of his chest, through his abdomen, through his arms, through his thighs, and then through his shoulders. They pumped their spears into him, and turned them occasionally. Finally, they stabbed him through the Adamís apple.


The council of SEELE sat in their darkened office. Chairman Keel, a stout man with a hawkish nose, and a large visor, which served as his eyepiece, sat at the head of the table. He looked about the rest of the council gathered about him. All of them had the same purpose, which was to bring mankind to Heavenís door, by force if need be.

However, they had lost communications with the bounty hunter they had hired to bring the boy to them. Their tool, the young boy, Hikaru Masaki, was now lost to them. Years of research having been wasted, After Dr. Katsuragi had proposed that he inject a young man, named Nobuyuki, with a sample of Lilithís blood, it would combine with the DNA of the young alien girl, Achika.

"Gabriel," Keel said, referring to Hikaru by the code name they had given him, "is no longer an option. We must begin anew."

"Project Tabris has already begun. He is being developed as we speak. If we cannot use Gabriel, Tabris shall serve as our tool to bring Mankind to Heavenís door."

"And failing that?" asked the second of the council said.

"It will not fail." Keel retorted smugly.

"When will Tabris be ready?" the third wanted to know.

"He should be ready by the year 2000. In which case, I have already given Dr. Katsuragi an assignment." Keel informed them.

"Thatís right. Will Second Impact be ready by the year 2000?" the fourth asked.

"Dr. Katsuragi reports that the expedition to Antarctica is still in the planning stages." Keel told him. "Also, I have the file a certain ĎYui Ikarií. She is brilliant young mind. These," he said holding up a file, "are her college entrance exam scores. High above average. She scored perfectly on each test. Not only that, but Iíve looked at the several papers she has written over the past four years, all of which present very interesting concepts. Perhaps we should offer her a Scholar ship of some sort."

"Perhaps," the second agreed, "I only hope that it doesnít waste as many resources as project Gabriel did. We cannot afford such a waste on our hands."

"Iíve already organized a search party for Gabriel." Keel announced. "But as of yet, it has proved unsuccessful."

"With all due respect, it would be wiser to abandon that projectÖeh, to avoid further waste." The second said.

"Do not concern yourself with that." Keel told him evenly.


Mousse was lying on the ground, sleeping, Like an angel, thought a young lavender-haired girl. Her hair went way past her shoulders, and her eyes were a wild dark purple. She wore a skin-tight flower-patterned long-sleeve shirt, and pants

"What did you find great granddaughter?" said an oddly deformed woman, who looked more like an imp than human. She wore a green robe with a gold trim, and wore a red band, which held her long white hair back. She was only about as tall as a chimp, and she used a long, thick walking stick to hop around on.

"I sense great power in this one, granddaughter. We must take him in, and make sure he never raises himself to the level of warrior."

"He's just some stupid boy, grandmother. I honestly don't see anything special about him."

"If we are fortunate, we will never have to see his true power. If he gets strong enough, he may able to beat you in unarmed combat! And you know what that means, don't you?"

"I'll have to marry him?!...There's no way, I swear I will make sure he never reaches the level of a warrior."

"Wake up.... I say wake up stupid boy!" he heard a girl's voice say. He opened his eyes and saw a girl with She was probably as young, and she was certainly shorter. He hated her, and liked her at the same time. Part of Hikaru thought she would grow up to be very pretty someday. The other part of him thought she would grow up to be a very big headache, and was urging he leave as soon as possible.

The great grandmother spoke to him in his own language, and said, "You are now in China...You are among the Amazons of the Chinese Amazon tribe. I am Cologne, the leader...and this is my granddaughter, Shampoo. I will now call you ĎMousse,í and you are our squire. It seems that my pet was killed because of you...Already, you've cost me a favorite pet, I'll make your life most uncomfortable, squire."

Mousse looked for his glasses, and put them on once he found them. Then, he stood up and demanded, "What? Wait a minute, you old bag, this isnít even my fault. I didnít want to come here. Iím going home, right now!"

"You little idiot! I'm referring to our prize pig, which you had for dinner. When I'm done with you, you'll never want even look at another pork chop, again."

"What hell are you talking about?" Then he looked at the rotting dead pig that Kenji had eaten the night before. Of course, Kenji didnít bother giving him any, except for the scraps he threw at him.

The old hag turned to the girl, and spoke to her, not that he could understand them since they were speaking in Mandarin, Chinese, and her expression tensed and agitated.

What power she felt from him. She knew she had to somehow, find a way to control that power. Shampoo had told Mousse, much later in life, that if they broke his spirit, it would be easier to control him and the powerÖ

"Never mind. Come with us." Cologne said, as she whacked his head with her cane, prodding him along. For the moment, all Mousse could do was comply, he was too tired to do anything else.


Five long years passed for Mousse, his first attempts at running away were foiled by wolves in the area. Actually, he was about eight, and that was the first year he spent in the village. He had packed half of his clothes into a bundle, and put it in a pigskin duffel bag heíd made out of a boar he had wrestled with in the woods. He finally hatched a plan to head for the east. He hiked about forty five miles, and found a patch of forest which he thought would be good to hide in. That was when he saw a large wolf prowling, as it circled a clearing. The wolf seemed like it was starving, because it looked like it had torn up a skunk just a little while ago. Now, though, the wolf jumped onto him, and bit into the right forearm, which he held up to protect himself. He finally reached into his sack, which had been thrown aside, and grabbed a carving tool. He grabbed at it, and dug the hook into the wolfís neck, pulling at it, while the wolf still growled. He gave one hard tug, spilling blood from glands, and then, it died. The dead wolf fell onto him, its bite loosening on his arm. He kicked it off, quickly pulling his bleeding arm out of carcassís mouth. He stood up, and nearly swooned from the loss of blood. He realized he could not afford another encounter like that. He was debating whether or not he should return, after a few minutes he thought, {Iíd rather take my chances with the wolves.} That was when he felt a large arm grab his neck. It was one of the older amazons, Conditioner. She had been following him all this time.

"What do you want?" he managed, though it hurt his throat to talk.

"We canít have you run away," she answered tightening her grip, and went on, "Then weíd have to do everything ourselves."

She forced him to hike back to the village, while she rode a horse. She had a mace, and dug it into his back when he started to slow down. He was too tired to even walk, but he hated the feel of that mace, so he went on.

They reached it by the next day. They congratulated Conditioner on finding him, patting her on the back, and laughing. They just looked at Mousse in disgust, though even though the saw his arm bleeding profusely, the amazons kicked at him and beat him, complaining that they had to do everything themselves. Despite that, he managed to make it back to his tent, and wished he had brought back that wolfís carcass so he could show them how good he was at surviving. Their kicks and punches worsened his pain, but they could never instill the fear he felt when that wolf continually chewing on his right arm, trying to close in on his face.

Shampoo came in the tent, and watched Mousse as he lay on the piece of cloth, which Cologne called a squireís futon, and covered by another. He was breathing heavily, and looking at the ceiling of his tent, and wondering if he was going to die. His eyes were glazed, though open nonetheless. She mustíve thought he was sleeping because she kicked him in the mid-section and complained, "Why you dirty the sheets, Stupid boy?"

He screamed in pain, and seethed, "Go away!"

She just sat on his wounded arm, and yelled, "Great Grandmother calling you right now, stupid boy!"

"Iím dying! Donít you see that?" he yelled, trying to nudge the bloodied arm out from under her, and even though he was filled with complete agony, he did his best not to cry. He didnít want to give her that satisfaction, or them.

Shampoo laughed at him, as he yelled at her, and said, "I go get medicine, stupid boy. You see what happen when you try run away?"

He only lay there, bleeding, waiting to die. At this point, he welcomed death, but it just didnít come.

Cologne held a thin swatch of stainless steel, which had been put over a fire, and just before she applied it, Shampoo put a clean cloth within biting distance, and said, "Bite down, so you no scream when we solder arm." He did, and resisted the mere thought that she was doing something kind for him. It healed well, actually, save for the river of silver that went down the puckered scar, which ran down his arm.


He looked at his forearm now, he was ten years old, and he still hated everyone here. He heard Shampoo calling him, while outside, there were multicolored banners that hung from post to post. There was food on the table, as the prize for the winners of today's tournament. Today was when the tribe would pick the new leaders of the Amazon tribe. He lay on the floor of his tent, after having been dreamless in his sleep, his mother was the only kind image he saw when he did dream. He lay, awake, but silent, until he heard Shampoo call him.

"Hey, you stupid Mousse, bring weapons to tournament!" Shampoo yelled.

He sat up, his long black hair spread out on the straw pillow. "I heard you the first time, Shampoo" He said calmly, in Chinese.

"I didn't think so." she sneered.

"You know, You could just call me Mousse. I think I prefer that to being called stupid." he said flatly.

"I don't care what you prefer, stupid boy. Great Grandmother's already waiting, and she'll be really mad if you don't get over there."

"You know, If that old bag really wants me to do something, why doesn't she come and tell me herself?" no sooner did he finish than he felt that cane hit the top of his head, hard, making him reach for the cane and catching it. She withdrew it quickly when she saw the angry look in his eye.

"I don't have to tell you anything. You've already wasted a lot of time. I don't have to carry weapons if I don't want to. That's what you're for, you idiot. You are after all, only a squire, and you must know that there is no chance of you ever reaching warrior status. I hope you realize that."

"There's not much point in me staying, is there?"

"Of course, there is. You're a squire, so that my granddaughter will not be debased to the level of carrying weapons. That's your job."

"I'll take your damn weapons, then. From there, I'm going to train on my own."

"There's no point, I said. You'll never reach warrior status!"

"Who said I wanted status in your tribe. I'm doing it for survival." He snarled, standing up.

"What do you mean 'Survival'? You're being taken care of. We let you eat with the hogs. You should be so lucky, you ungrateful brat."

"I would have been better off being raised by wild animals." with that, he left, pushing the flap harshly aside, as he walked out. He went ahead and took the weapons to the tournament, and left for the nearby woods. He enjoyed going to the mountains. It was quiet, and secluded, which was what he preferred to the life he was living now. "I want to go home..." he whispered. It was the immensity of China that kept him from going home, along with the wolves in this area.


When Mousse returned to the village he was tired, he was going to go straight to his tent but then Shampoo told him to bath the pigs so they could be eaten tomorrow. He did, but he just waited until everyone in the village fell asleep. And then he bathed the pigs, then he went to the river, and bathed himself.

Then, exhausted, he went into his tent, and dropped onto his sleeping bag. Heedless of the hard impact, he fell asleep soon after. Then *WHACK*

"Wake up, Mousse," Shampoo said, kicking him in the head.

"What's the matter with you? Can't you just say 'wake up'...I don't think that I deserved being kicked like that."

"I don't care...Go on, Grandmother's expecting you."

"Expecting me to what?"

"She needs you to bathe the pigs."

"I just did that." he snapped.

"Well, they're dirty again, pigs do that, you know." she replied haughtily.

"Shampoo, I'm completely exhausted, and I spent all night cleaning those pigs. They should be shining, in fact."

"I don't care...even if you spent all week cleaning the pigs, I'd

still tell you that grandmother is calling you. Oh, and if you think that I would fill your place to cut you some slack, you're out of your mind."

"Ah, the thought never crossed my mind, Soap."

"My name is Shampoo, you stupid, stupid, Mousse. Donít ever call me 'Soap'! Do you hear me!"

"I don't care..." Mousse replied evenly.

Shampoo understood what he was trying to do. She was so infuriated. {How dare he talk back to me like that? Who does he think he is, any way?} But she knew he would one day talk back to her. It wasn't that he called her "soap". That was a stupid reason to get mad at him. He always spoke to her grandmother harshly, or would give that cold stare that she gave him. Shampoo always frowned, or gave him that cold stare, but he didn't care. That bothered her, a lot, actually. It seemed as if he had grown past the level of the squire they made him out to be. He was strong-willed, very decisive, and efficient at whatever he did. He was almost cultured in one form of another. He was almost ...regal.... And she couldn't stand it. She left his tent, fuming.


Meanwhile, in Japan, Achika continued her search for her son. She even tried to apply to the Tokyo Police Force, and made it. She wanted to continue, and find that man which had beaten her, and taken her son. However, she had found out that she was now pregnant. That meant she would have to give up her search for her son. She didnít want to, but her pregnancy complicated it, because she did not want to lose this son, either.

So she went to the Clamp detectives. They were just boys, though certainly older than Mousse.

"How can we help you, Ma'am?" Nokoru, the blond, asked. He had gray eyes, which reminded Achika of those kids she would see on TV, advertising a company for child stars.

She put a picture of Hikaru on his desk, and said, "I want you to find my son...I've already been all over Japan, so I know that whoever took him out of here. I want you to please start looking in China."

"Ma'am, how old is this picture?" Suo asked. He was the intense black haired one. He did remind her of her son. She looked away quickly.

"It was taken in his fifth year..." she told them, sadly. "I know It's a long shot, but please, try to find my son. I canít offer you much, but Iíll do anything for you if you just find my son."

"You know, Ma'am, when you say 'anything', you're giving out quite an invitation..." Suo said.

"Please excuse him, we understand your feelings." Akira said. He reminded her of Hikaru, making her cry into her hands.

"We'll help you," Nokoru said, "and don't worry...It's free of charge. We'll leave for China in a week or so."

She looked up, "Really?" she asked. "Of course." he replied, handing her a box of tissue. "Just tell us all his stats. Hair, eyes, age, and any distinguishing marks." Suo told her analytically. "The abductor couldn't have been that smart, so let's presume that your son still has black hair, and blue eyes. However, I'm afraid this picture will be of little use since-"

"I understand,"

"Wait a minute, I think I know what he looks like now. Sometimes, I dream about him, crying, and thereís nothing I can do about it, except watch."

Then, she began her tale of the day Mousse had been taken, the day when her father, and husband had found her lying on the frosted ground, her face entrusted with her frosted tears. She told them what little she heard of the conversation she had overheard from the abductor who was on the radio with his contacts.

"So, you see. Thatís why I want you to begin your search in China." Achika finished.

"Weíll take care of it. We promise." Nokoru said intensely.

As soon as she left, the three boys looked at each other, almost angry for her, and feeling a very strong sense of justice.

"What do you think, Captain?"

"What do you think, Suo? We find that boy, and bring him home. Thatís what!"

"Captain, where do we start?"

"Akira, she just told us to start in China. Well then, letís go. Suo, get the jet revved up."

"Thereís one more thing we have to do before we go, Captain."

"Whatís that, Suo?"


Nokoru groaned.


Ending Theme: Fly me to the MoonÖ



Mousse: Why am I here?

Cologne: Because youíre good for nothing else.

Mousse: That damn old hag treats me like a damn slave. Her, and her whole damned tribe do. Will I ever get back home, and see my parents again.

Nokoru: Thatís what your mom hired us for.

Mousse: Who are you?

Shampoo: Just tell them what next episode is stupid boy.

Mousse: Hey, I donít need you to tell me that. Next on Phoenix Chronicles is The Long Journey Back Home?

Cologne: You should be so lucky we took you in ungrateful brat.