A/N: So here is a little short story I was inspired to write today (Nov. 1st). For now The Wild Water War is on hiatus until I get some good ideas (I promise I won't forget about it!) so I thought you guys might like a lil' something in the meantime. Once again, a bit of a practice fic. Enjoy! P.S. This is not a dark, creeper fic that some may have been hoping for, in fact I don't know completely what I'll make it into. But I hope you like it anyway!

Summary: Age 18, Ranma Saotome's dreams have been haunted lately by ghosts of the future. It won't be long before a past enemy sucks him into this new, wild ride.

Wind. Cold wind. Wet wind. The storm that the Weather Network had been cautiously predicting for two weeks now was finally here. Hopefully it would just destroy everything quickly and be over with already. Random thoughts passed through Ranma's head as he and Akane quickly ran home; hopefully just before the rain would begin.

"You two are particularly late," said Kasumi as she observed them remove their coats and drop their bags. "I was getting worried."

"Ukyo begged us to help prepare her shop before the hurricane hits. I would have felt bad leaving her to do it all herself." Akane replied, slipping a sweater over her uniform.

"Yeah, and it's not like you two actually did anything, Miss 'Ranma's-the-strongest-he'll-put-up-that-barrier-for-you!'" Ranma grumbled.

"Oh, give it a rest. Besides, you didn't mind stuffing your face with okonomiyaki afterwards," she shot back.

"That's enough, you two. There's some leftover soup on the table if you're hungry." She smiled, casually walking away, shaking her head at the bickerers.

"You hungry?" Akane asked.

"Duh."

"Yeah, you're always hungry. I'm going to do my homework."

"Whatever," he absentmindedly said while rushing to the kitchen, and shovelling whatever was left of the bowl into his mouth.

...

"G'night Ranma!" Genma said unusually, happily pulling the covers up and curling into a ball to keep warm.

"I hope you have horrible dreams," Ranma shuddered at the old man, remembering the recent dream, well, nightmare he had of being forced to eat an entire platter of Akane's rice balls.

Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Splish-splash.

He listened to the sound of the rain beating against the roof, and he could hear the very strong howl of the wind that was only a few feet away from where he was sleeping. Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into a slumber.

There was a child in the distance. No – in fact it was a young adult...as Ranma drew closer to it it developed a figure, it was a girl. Probably a few years younger than Ranma. It almost looked like Akane.

The girl turned around and revealed an un-extraordinary face, it was just a child, neither beautiful nor hideous, at the one angle she seemed astonishing, and at another she seemed horrid.

"Hello." She said.

"Hi," he replied.

"Are you Ranma?"

He nodded.

"I'm Midori."

For some reason which he was not familiar with, he wasn't controlling his voice. He just seemed to be blurting out the little words in their conversations.

"Hi."

"Are you wondering who I am?" She giggled, combing a strand of dark hair behind her ear with a finger.

Once more, he nodded.

"You're my father."

"Father?"

"Yes."

"Who's your mother?"

"Well, that depends. Right now my mother is Akane Tendo. But, if you decide to marry Ukyo Kuonji, that girl would look like this." And when he blinked, a new girl was standing before him. She was built athletically, and had the exact face he recalled Ukyo having as a child. "Now her name is Hanako. If you decide to marry Shampoo, she would look like this." A girl with purple hair now stood before him, with numerous braids on the sides of her head and the big eyes of Cologne looked at him curiously. "And now, her name is Yoko. You see how it works?" And she proceeded to morph back into Midori. "But I'm Akane's child, not those two's. I can only take the shape of them."

"So, which do I marry again? And why are you here and not the others?" Confusion spinned in his head. He didn't have any daughters! He wasn't married!

"Well, I want to be here .I guess they could if they wanted to. But I'll only exist in the future if you marry Akane. Right now, well, I'm just a dream."

"I'm so confused! So, did the ghost me marry the ghost Akane and have the ghost you! It doesn't make sense!"

"I'm just a dream, father. I don't have to make sense." Her mystical voice laughed, and I woke up, panting, and jumped at the crack of thunder.