"So," Akane said to Ranma, "this girl who's coming, what's she like?"

Ranma smiled, "Mujun Suru is a beautiful girl, but she's tough. She trained with my father and I. She's as good as I am at karate. She has long violet hair and beautiful gold eyes." He then added, upon impulse, "Great build too." Akane sighed slightly.

"I feel bad for her, having to walk in this rain," Akane said quietly, talking to herself. Suddenly, a knock came from the door and Ranma shot up.

"I'll get it! It's got to be Mujun!" Ranma said as he hurried to the door.

"Ranma! There's something you should know," Genma said as Ranma ran by, but Ranma didn't even pause. As Ranma happily opened the door, a look of confusion crossed his face. Outside was a young man about his age. He had short blond hair and sky blue eyes. His eyes lit up at seeing Genma.

"Pappy!" he cried as he brushed past Ranma and into the old man's arms.

"Mujun," he said softly, embracing the boy. His gaze shifted to Akane, "Get some hot water, now."

Akane, though puzzled, obeyed. When she brought the small cup, the young man gratefully took it and, oddly enough, poured it over himself. Almost instantly, the young man turned into a pretty young woman with long violet hair and gold eyes.

"Mujun!" Ranma exclaimed as he embraced the girl. "My old friend."

She smiled, "Yeah, I'm back."

"But how-" Ranma began.

Mujun interrupted, "When you two were in China a certain panda knocked my pole and sent me into the spring below."

"Well, it's good to have you back," Ranma said as her ruffled her hair. Akane glared at the girl. Even though she didn't like him, she wasn't happy about Ranma paying so much attention to this newcomer.

"Hello. I'm Akane," she finally said. She then added, out of spite, "I'm Ranma's fiancé."

"But not by either of our choices," Ranma said comfortingly to Mujun. "If I find a way out of it, I'm taking it." Mujun smiled a bit.

Yes! Mujun thought. He's still mine. She didn't really care that she and Ranma were old friends, she'd always had a thing for him. After all, she had grown up with Ranma, he was sort of a brother to her. Though, she couldn't help it. She wanted him, badly.

"Come," Ranma said, taking her hand. "I'll show you to your room." As he led Mujun up the stairs, he stole a glance at her. She's beautiful. He thought. But, his mind was racing, she's like my sister. He sighed slightly. As much as she wanted him, he wanted her even more. "What do you think?" he asked as he showed her the room.

"Wow," she murmured. "A real room, at last. It's been a long time since I've had anywhere decent to stay."

"Good night, shimai," Ranma said softly. He hated calling her "sister", but it was a tradition. As was his next action. He had always kissed her cheek before, but this time he kissed closer to her lips, trying to hint at his feeling. He then walked away as Mujun slumped happily onto her bed.