Slightly alterations made, the poll results are in so I'm gonna go over each chapter and attempt to fix the errors that I've been made aware of.
A red haired girl walked silently beside a large panda through Nerima, thoroughly soaked by the rain, her gaze cast down upon the ground, memories of the training journey flashing before her mind's eye, memories of great joy but far greater sorrow, memories of what she had been robbed of, of what her father took from her.
The panda made a turn and went through a wooden gate, the girl followed almost mindlessly, she was broken and she wouldn't deny it, her father had broken her on the training journey but deep within her lay hidden a strong power, rage that knew no bounds and if released nothing would stop her, the ultimate technique that relied purely on her emotions.
The panda came to a stop in front of a wooden door, lightly knocking upon it, hurried footsteps could be heard on the other side, the door opened to reveal a tall aged man with long black hair wearing a brown GI, beside him a young girl with a bowl haircut wearing a fancy kimono and behind them both stood a tall, young, woman with long brown hair wearing a sundress.
Their expressions were alarm at first but that decreased once they noticed the redhead stood beside Genma, her gaze only glancing at them for a moment before returning to the ground.
A Couple Minutes Ago…
"Daddy dearest how can you expect us to marry a boy we just met?" Nabiki droned.
"Nabiki the promise was made before any of you were born, excluding Ranma himself, truthfully though I forgot about the promise myself but it would mean a lot to me if you at least gave him a chance…I'm not forcing you to marry him or anything today, I just would like you to give him a chance and I'll talk to his father though it would be nice if one of you did marry him and unite the schools" Soun explained.
"Father how old is Ranma?" Kasumi asked, Soun took on a thoughtful look, doing the math in his head.
"Well, let's see…carry the two, divide by three, multiply by the five…he should be around…twenty nine" Soun admitted, Kasumi tried to conceal her small smile at hearing this.
'At least he's older than me…ten years older though' Kasumi thought to herself, wondering if it was taking it a little far on the age difference.
"TWENTY NINE?!" Akane screamed in disbelief.
"Yes, according to the post card he has just returned from a twenty six year training journey in which time he's travelled over most of the world and if memory serves their first destination after Japan was China" Soun replied.
'Sounds like he's loaded' Nabiki thought with a smirk, Akane was about to object further only to be stopped by a knock on the door, instantly everyone excluding herself ran to answer the door.
Soun nearly fainted once he opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a large panda, though when he saw the tall figure beside the panda he began to calm down, the visitor glanced at them before turning away once again.
"Are you Ranma?" Soun asked, the 'boy' only nodded, Soun pounced on him, embracing him in a strong hug, Ranma nearly fell back but quickly altered 'his' form and remained standing, it was then Soun felt two rather large orbs press against him, he pulled back and finally gave the boy a good look.
The supposed boy was rather tall, only a little shorter than himself, had scarlet hair, a single scar going through his right eye, he was quite muscular but what caught Soun's attention were two rather large orbs of flesh on his front, Nabiki noticed them too, she approached them and lightly squeezed the redhead's breasts.
'Are these natural?' Nabiki pondered as she made her statement "Ranma's not a boy he's a girl" she stated.
"A…girl?" Soun stuttered before falling to the ground unconscious, getting soaked by the rain, Nabiki let out a sigh before she, Kasumi gripped his upper body and Ranma and the panda gripped his legs and carried him inside and placed the older man on the table.
Akane stared at the newcomers, raising an eyebrow at the panda before turning to who she suspected to be a boy only to let her mouth drop when she saw the woman before her with a near perfect figure though she had to admit she looked rather thin and a tad worse for wear.
"I'm…Akane Tendo" Akane greeted, thrusting her hand forward, towards the elder redhead, the woman glanced at the hand before taking it in her grip and lightly shaking it.
"Ranma Saotome" Ranma greeted, all the household occupants excluding Ranma, the panda and the unconscious Soun shivered when they heard her tone, so empty, broken, void of emotion, it chilled them to the very core.
"So…err…you practise the Anything Goes style?" Akane asked, this time the woman merely nodded.
"How about we have a small spar…you know for fun?" Akane offered, beginning to feel the burning desire to prove herself as the best, the girl shrugged, which Akane took as a yes and so led the redhead to the dojo, her sisters followed after her, wanting to see what this woman could do, Nabiki was intrigued by the redhead and wanted to see if she could help bring some money into the house and Kasumi was also intrigued by her, though for different reasons, she was curious about her, the person within.
Kasumi knew that tone the woman had spoken with, the empty tone, it took everything she had to not use that tone herself, she hated to even imagine what the woman had been through to make her so hollow.
Once in the dojo Akane and Ranma stood opposite each other, Akane assumed her usual aggressive stance, Ranma just stood in relaxed stance, confusing Akane.
"You ready?" Akane asked, Ranma merely nodded, Akane charged, throwing a punch for the older woman's head, holding back so as not to harm her, not even considering the fact that Ranma could be superior in skill to her, Ranma leaned back, avoiding the strike with ease, Akane then tried around house kick, Ranma merely flowed into another motion, avoiding the strike.
Akane then tried an uppercut with all the speed she could muster only to have Ranma lean back and avoid it, Akane continued her strikes until she'd backed Ranma into a corner of the dojo, smirking, thinking she had this won, she thrust out a punch with all the speed and strength she could muster, more than annoyed by all the dodging and that she hadn't managed to even graze her opponent and so in her frustration forgot to hold back.
Ranma merely bent her legs and jumped into the air, curling into a ball and doing a roll like motion above and over Akane, her fist went straight through the wall, surprising Akane, she merely retracted her fist and turned to see Ranma stood behind her, hands behind her back, waiting for the next strike.
"Wow you're good" Akane praised.
"Of course she is Akane, she's been training in the art for over two decades now, she's not going to be like the horde at school" Nabiki stated, Akane blushed and averted her gaze, unable to believe that she even considered holding back against someone with more than twice as much experience in the art and had spent her whole life training.
Ranma then began to shrink, having exhausted herself she could no longer hold her true form, she had managed to hold it since she woke up that morning but now she couldn't, they all stared at her as the tall redheaded woman shrank down to almost half Akane's height.
"What the?" Nabiki gasped.
"It's a side effect of one of my techniques" Ranma stated, her tone still void of emotion, she turned and headed out of the dojo.
"Ranma if you want to take a bath it's the next door on your right" Kasumi said, trying to get over her shock, the redhead merely nodded, not stopping or turning to face them and headed straight to get washed.
The Bathroom…
Once she entered she placed the occupied sign up and removed her now giant sized clothing, it was a major pain in the ass when she reverted to the size of a seven year old, but now it didn't bother her as much other than the fact it made it harder to die of old age, she glanced at the bands on her wrists, an enchanted gift that altered sizes with her, she removed them both, revealing the pale cream skin beneath them, decorated in scars, however, unlike the scars that though faded, covered her torso, legs and some of her arms, these scars were not the result of the cat first.
Ranma begin to fill the tub, washing herself down before stepping into the warm water, enjoying the feeling of the hot water rising, the whole time he merely looked at his wrists, tracing the scars with his fingertips, remembering when and how he got each and every one, remembering how the small blade felt as it slice open his delicate skin male or female didn't matter, a body was a body and skin was skin, it all cut the same, he remembered the scarlet liquid slowly flowing out, the feeling of the warm liquid leaving his body, allowing him to forget the true pain for a moment thanks to the small stinging of the cut.
He turned the tap off when the water reached the right height and began to lean back, letting the water wash over him, going all the way up to his neck, his body hidden beneath the surface, ever so slowly he let his head fall, eyes slowly closing, the warm water washed over his face, he let his head touch the bottom of the bath, he was now entirely underwater where no oxygen could reach him.
'Too bad I'm not using the only body that ever brought me happiness' he thought to himself, feeling the pain in his lungs begin to grow, he knew what would happen his lungs would feel like they were about to explode, he would be in pain, he would open his mouth to breath air and water would come in and he would swallow it, it would burn his throat, his body would crave oxygen and he wouldn't give it any and then he would slowly die, his mind would drift away and he would be free.
Meanwhile…
Akane was heading to get a bath, forgetting their guest was in there, not noticing the 'occupied' sign hung on the door, she slowly opened the door.
"Akane what are you doing?" Nabiki asked as she came round the corner.
"Just getting a bath" Akane replied.
"Oh is Ranma finished?" Nabiki asked, glancing at the occupied sign on the door, Akane turned to look inside the bathroom, the second door was open and she could see the bath was still filled with water but she saw no Ranma.
"Well I don't see her…huh?" Akane gasped, the water began to stir, something was thrashing beneath the surface, Nabiki turned when she heard Akane's alarming tone and she too saw it, they both ran to the bath, gripping the sides forcefully, looking over and into the tub, eyes widening when they saw the little boy underwater thrashing about while trying to keep himself under water, they both gripped his shoulders forcefully and lifted his head above the water despite his resistance, he began violently coughing the minute his head was above water, bits of spit and water coming out of his mouth, snot running out of his nose.
"Are you okay?" Nabiki asked, her tone for once in so very long one of concern, the boy continued to cough though not as violently.
"You shouldn't…have…done that" he wheezed, tone void of emotion like Ranma's had been.
"Why?" Nabiki asked.
"Who are you?" Akane asked, trying to work out why a little boy would break into their house and try to drown himself in their bath, another question now in her mind was 'where was Ranma?' her clothes were there but she wasn't.
"I'm Ranma Saotome…sorry about this" Ranma replied, his tone filling with self-loathing.
"Ranma?" Nabiki gasped "How?"
"A curse" was Ranma's only reply, he climbed out of the bath, quickly dried off before putting on the same clothes as before, Akane wondered why he would have a bath and then put on dirty clothes, Nabiki though had an idea, he got out without any modesty or care for what they saw and was getting dressed and leaving because he knew they wouldn't let him try that again.
'He only got a bath because he thought he would be alone long enough to…to…do it?' Nabiki gasped within her mind but then she noticed something else as she watched the small boy clasp his wrist bands upon his wrist, eyes widening when she caught a glimpse of the scars decorating his wrist.
A/N What do you all think of the rewrite, plz review and as always I am open to suggestions.