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Notes: This is one of those 'what if' fics, where the author changes things just slightly. I never thought I'd write one, because usually they annoy, but I couldn't help it. I had to try it just once to see what it was like. ^_^ I've tried to keep the characters as much the same as possible. In this story, something different happened many years ago and as a result our characters are in a slightly different situation . . .
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To be continued . . .
Episode 1
"I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry about this."
Genma ignored the sounds of labor and combat going on outside and focused on his work. Much
as he hated cleaning, the attic was really getting very dusty and cluttered, and Nodoka was
pestering him to tidy it up for her. He sifted through a box of old dojo signs that he had won,
grimaced at the dusty old things, and set them aside to decide later whether to throw them out or
keep them as sentimental tokens. He moved onto the next box, a smaller one, opening it and
peering inside cautiously. You never knew what might pop out of these things. He reached in and
carefully lifted out an old, slightly grubby piece of cloth. He shook it out, wrinkling his nose and
smothering a cough at the dust that rose, and then smiled fondly. It was an old gi, one that he had
worn when he was much younger. Curiously, Genma looked back into the box and spied a
leather-bound book in the bottom. He picked it up, examining it closely before opening it, having
no clue as to what could be inside of it.
He was interrupted momentarily by a particularly loud battle-cry from the lawn and looked up,
startled, at the window. But then he smiled, shook his head, and looked back down at the
yellowed pages of the book. Pasted to them, in a seemingly haphazard fashion, were some faded
pictures of Genma and another man. Genma's eyes widened. Soun Tendo! His old partner in
crime-- How is he doing? Genma wondered, turning to page to find yet more pictures, as well as
newspaper clippings and other such reminders of the past. He chuckled at some and smiled
wistfully at others; those were the good old days, all right. With the afternoon sunlight streaming
through the attic window and giving the dancing dust particles each a halo of their own, Genma
continued to look through his old scrapbook.
"You're gonna get it this time, Ranma Saotome!" The cry came from a fit, rather handsome-looking young man whose short black hair was tied back by a bandanna. He was wearing a black,
Chinese-style shirt that opened down the front, as well as black pants that were drawn and tied
around his ankles. Held in his hand was a large, sharp-looking weapon that appeared to be some
sort of cooking utensil. He was currently crouching on the fence separating two houses' lawns,
every muscle tense, ready to spring at any moment.
"Feh. Say what you like, Kuonji-kun, but you can't beat me and you know it!" The other man,
about the same age, was wearing another Chinese shirt, but it was a bright red color. He was also
wearing black pants and had black hair, but his was longer and worn in a pigtail down his neck.
He was standing, knees slightly bent, in the ankle-high grass; he was seemingly calm, but he was
ready for any move his opponent might make.
The first young man snarled, his hair bristling. "Don't . . . call . . . me . . . KUONJI-KUN!" He
leaped off the fence, doing a front-flip and flying towards the red-clad boy, foot outstretched to
kick him. His opponent easily dodged, and Kuonji immediately followed up his kick with a series
of lightning-fast blows to the abdomen, which the other blocked. The fight took them all over the
yard, and even onto the roof of the house. Finally a middle-aged but attractive-looking woman
came out of the door of the house, glancing up at the roof from whence various thudding and
growling noises where emanating. "Ranma! Ukyo! I've made a snack for you, if you're hungry!"
The two adversaries paused in their bashing one another and glared at each other for a moment
longer before their expressions suddenly broke into friendly grins, as if on some unseen signal.
"Yeah, I did work up an appetite," Ranma said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, a
habit that he'd picked up from somewhere.
Ukyo nodded, as he brushed off his clothes and jumped down off the roof. "Yup. And Nodoka-san cooks so well, I could eat her snacks whether I was hungry or not!"
Ranma sighed, wistfully. "She still hasn't quite mastered okonomiyaki, though. I still have to
come to you for that."
Ukyo laughed as Ranma slid down off the roof, joining him. "Well, you're welcome to it any
time, you know that."
Ranma made a face. "I'm glad I stopped pop when he tried to leave with your cart; just because
he had the cart didn't mean he could cook from it!"
Ukyo's eyes darkened dangerously. "Is that the only reason you made him stay? Because of the
okonomiyaki?"
Ranma laughed, patting Ukyo reassuringly on the shoulder. "'Course not, Ucchan. Don't be
stupid."
They went into the house and were greeted by Nodoka's smiling face. "Here you two, there's
some soup on the stove if you want it. I'm going to go check on your father, Ranma, to see if
he's actually doing any work up there, and not just dawdling as he looks at all his junk."
Ranma nodded distractedly as he drifted into the kitchen, led by the smell of the hot soup. "Yeah,
yeah, okay. Thanks for the soup, mom."
Ukyo nodded and performed a small bow. "Yes, thanks, Nodoka-san. It smells delicious."
Nodoka smiled at him, and then disappeared through the doorway. Ukyo then turned towards the
stove, the hunger in his stomach showing in his eyes.
Ranma dished up some of the soup into two bowls and carried them into the dining room, where
the two of them knelt down to eat. They talked about the sparring match for a while, but the
discussion soon turned to more obscure topics. When Nodoka returned, with Genma trailing after
her, they were arguing heatedly over the last bowl of soup.
"You've already had three bowls, Ranma! I've only had two, so it's fair that I should get the last
one!" Ukyo stamped his foot, glaring at the pig-tailed boy.
"Yes, but I'm a growing man, and need my food. Unlike you!"
Ukyo blinked and sputtered, "I am right now! I worked harder than you in that match, so I'm
hungrier. Let me have--"
Nodoka cut in smoothly, keeping a firm grip on her husband's sleeve. "Now, now, kids, calm
down. I can heat up some more in a little bit. Please, have a seat. Your father has something to
tell you."
Ranma shot his father a suspicious glance, but obediently sank to the floor, soon followed by
Ukyo. Genma cleared his throat. "Alright, boys-- er, well, whatever." He cleared his throat
again. "I've decided that we're going on another trip." When the two boys' eyes flashed,
Ranma's with anger and Ukyo's with eagerness, he held up his hands. "No, no, not on a training
trip. We're going to visit an old friend of mine, Soun Tendo. We'll probably end up staying there
for quite a while, since I've got a lot to catch up on with that old guy." His eyes flickered over
towards Ukyo. "If you like, you can come along with us, Ukyo. You'll have to defend Ranma
from Soun's three daughters." He winked, as Ukyo huffed up slightly.
Ranma rolled his eyes, crossing his hands behind his head. "What would I want with a bunch of
dumb girls, anyway?" He caught Ukyo's expression out of the corner of his eyes and grinned,
trying to calm him down. "Hey, come on. There's no reason for you to be angry. Pop was just
teasin' you. Right pop?"
Genma nodded solemnly, and clasped his hands together in front of him. "Mm-hmm. We're
leaving tomorrow, so you'll need to go check with your father, Ukyo, and then pack your stuff."
A petite, delicate-looking young girl with a bright red pig-tail down her neck shuffled along,
kicking a rock through the mud in front of her with the toe of her shoe. "I still don't see why we
had to pack up and come all the way here, y'know."
Ukyo, walking next to her, shrugged. "It really doesn't make that much different to me, Ranma.
It'll be nice to take a break from school, anyway. Though if we stay there very long, we'll
probably end up going to whatever high school they have there."
Ranma-chan glanced at Ukyo, blinking the rain out of her eyes. Ukyo was in his element despite
the soppy weather, smiling cheerfully and walking with a bounce in his step. Nodoka and Genma
were walking someway back, sharing the only umbrella anyone had packed. Ranma sighed,
shaking her head. "Yeah, well, I wish we could've just stayed home. It's all much easier that
way."
Ukyo suddenly stood on tip-toe, craning his head to see above the hill they were climbing. "Look,
there's the town! Neri . . . Neri . . . Neri-whatsit!"
Ranma's interest perked, despite his sour mood, and he too peered over the hill. "Nerima, yeah.
Well, at least we'll be able to come in out of the rain."
"Daddy, looks like we have visitors," Ranma heard the call from inside the house. They were all
crowded onto the doorstep, trying to get out of the rain. After a few moments, the door slid open
to reveal a late middle-aged man with black hair down to his shoulder blades. No one said
anything for a while, and then all of a sudden Genma cried out, "Soun! Soun, it's me, Genma!
Don't you remember me?"
Soun blinked, stared for a moment, and then suddenly started sobbing, rushing forward and
linking arms with Genma. "Genma, old boy! What have you been up to?"
Genma laughed, peering behind the dark-haired man to see three girls of different age drift
curiously into the hall. "Ah, these must be your daughters that you wrote me about!"
Soun nodded proudly, stepping aside so everyone could see. "Yes, yes, this is Kasumi, the eldest,
she's nineteen. This is Nabiki, she's seventeen. And this is Akane, my youngest, she's sixteen.
And . . ." He looked around, peering behind the girls and up the stairs. "We have guests, son,
come on down!" There was a rush of movement, and suddenly a young man about Ranma's age
had come down the stairs to stand beside the three girls. He was wearing a yellow shirt that
opened across his left shoulder, and black pants that were cross-tied around his lower legs. His
thick black hair was tied back by a yellow and black bandanna, much like Ukyo's except for the
color. Soun gestured to him, and smiled. "This is Ryoga, Akane's fiancé. I know they're a little
young to be engaged, but there had to be someone to carry on the Tendo training hall." Soun
beamed upon Ukyo, saying, "Ah, this must be Ranma!"
Genma chuckled. "No, no, you've got it all backwards. This is Ranma," he said, placing a hand
on Ranma-chan's shoulder, "And this is Ranma's fiancé, Ukyo." And he gestured at Ukyo.
Ranma looked down at the ground, looking almost embarrassed. "Yeah . . . I'm Ranma Saotome.
Sorry about this."
Soun blinked, looking puzzled."Oh. I had hoped . . ." he glanced to the side, at Kasumi and
Nabiki. "Er, well, I thought that Ranma was a . . . a . . ."
Nabiki interrupted smoothly, "A boy? I did too. But daddy, this is definitely not a boy. Can't you
tell the difference?" She stooped to peer at the pig-tailed girl's chest, and then reached out with a
finger to poke her.
Ranma-chan closed her eyes, balling her hands into fists. "Um . . . excuse me . . ."
Akane stepped up, glaring at her sister and pushing her aside. Then she turned a sunny smile on
Ranma, saying softly, "Hey, don't worry about her. Wanna be friends?"
Ranma blinked, taken aback. But then she nodded, hesitantly, "H-hai . . . alright."
Soun and Genma, seeing that everything was taken care of, went into the living room arm in arm,
deep in an avid discussion of their old lives.
The rest of the family trailed into the house behind the two old friends, carefully removing their
shoes and shutting the door behind them. Kasumi, who had long, light brown hair stepped into the front hallway and cocked her head to one side, smiling. "Good evening. You all must be the
Saotomes, hmm? Oh, you're all soaked to the bone! How about you go upstairs and change into
some dry clothes?" She led Nodoka and Ranma-chan to one room, and Ukyo to another. She
pointed out where the bathing room was, and then went back downstairs to fix dinner. As he
stripped, Ukyo could hear the sounds of laughter coming from downstairs as Soun and Genma
talked about old times. He picked up one of the towels Kasumi had left him, wrapped it around
his waist, and stepped into the hallway after making sure no one was out there. Assured of his
privacy, he followed the directions to the bath house, called out to make sure it was unoccupied,
and slipped inside. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the steaming water, letting the towel
drop to the floor. He put his spatula down next to the towel-- his battling spatula was something
he never went anywhere without. One never knew when one might need to fight someone off. He
courteously rinsed himself off with a bucket of cold water before stepping down into the hot
water. He quickly submerged, and felt his bones creak and pop as an all-too familiar sensation
passed through his frame.
Ukyo lay back, resting her damp head against the side of the tub. "Ahh, it feels so good to be a
girl again! No matter what Ranma says, I say it's definitely better being female!" She reached up
and felt at her head, where her white bandanna was still tied round her head. She retied it, putting
her hair up so it wouldn't get any wetter. She soaked in the hot water for a good twenty minutes,
letting the bruises and sore muscles of traveling drift away. Eventually she reluctantly prodded
herself into action and raised herself out of the tub. She picked up the towel and was about to
begin drying herself off when she heard the door open. Before she could react, the young man
from downstairs had strode into the room, wearing nothing but the yellow and black bandanna in
his hair and a towel around his waist. He froze, staring at her, and she froze as well, staring back.
He was the first one to move. He staggered backwards, clamping on hand to his nose, but not
before a trickle of blood crept out. ". . . Gaaah!" he said, taking another few steps back.
That prodded Ukyo into action. She screeched, a hair-raising, window-shattering scream that
surely disturbed any neighbors within a kilometer radius of the house, scooped up her spatula,
and swung it full force at the young man. He raised his free hand from the waistline of his towel
to fend off the blow, so losing his grip on the towel, which fluttered to the floor.
Ukyo's eyes widened, and the swing of her spatula faltered. Then she quickly shut her eyes, tight,
and began yelling again. "HENTAI! Help, there's a pervert in the bathroom!" She swung at him
with her spatula again, this time connecting solidly with the poor boy's skull. "You . . . you
JACKASS!" He looked dazed, but otherwise uninjured. Puzzled, she swung at him again, but he
dodged it, face bright red, and fled the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Ukyo snatched
up a towel and wrapped it around her, dropped her spatula to the floor, stopped screaming, and
then sank to the floor as her legs turned to jello.
The sound of pounding feet jarred Ukyo to her senses, and she looked up from the floor to dizzily
see Ranma-chan, worriedly bending over her. "Ucchan! What happened? Are you alright?
Where's the hentai?"
Ukyo swallowed, taking Ranma's hand and pulling herself to her feet, careful to keep the towel
tightly around her person. "H-He's gone now. He ran out of the room. It was that guy, the one
who's engaged to one of the Tendo sisters."
Ranma-chan's eyes narrowed, and she picked up a bucket, filled it with steaming water from the
tub, and dumped it on her head. Then he looked out the doorway as if he might catch a glimpse of
the man. "Ryoga, I think. If he laid one finger on you, I swear I'll--"
"No!" Ukyo managed to smile, her heartbeat finally beginning to slow down again. "No, it's fine.
He only looked at me, and I'm sure it was all just a mistake. I'm sure he didn't mean to walk in
on me."
Ranma sighed, giving Ukyo a pensive glance. "Well, if you say so."
Meanwhile, a little crowd had gathered outside of the door. Genma was looking resolutely at the
floor, arms across his chest, and Soun was staring suspiciously at Genma. Nabiki was leaning
against the doorframe, her expression unintelligible, while Kasumi was standing just behind her,
the fingers of one hand pressed against her lips, eyes wide. Ryoga was nowhere to be seen, and
Akane was turning alternate shades of angry pink, red, and purple. "Wh-who . . . who are you?
And what are you doing in my house? What happened to Ranma-chan and her fiancé?"
Ukyo looked at the family, sighed, and said sadly, "He's Ranma Saotome. Sorry about this."
"Owww! That's hot!" Ukyo protectively put her hands over her head. "It just has to be warm, not
boiling!"
Nabiki pursed her lips, leaning over her eagerly, still pouring water from the kettle. "Wow! You
really do turn back in hot water. This is really too amazing."
Ukyo sighed, rolling her eyes. "So you believe us now?" Ukyo's voice suddenly got deeper.
"How charming. So you can stop," and again, the voice grew higher, and feminine, "changing me
back and forth now, right?"
Nabiki smirked gleefully, setting the two kettles down, one filled with cold water, and one filled
with hot. "Of course." There was a glint in the older girl's eyes that Ukyo didn't like, but she
decided not to make an issue of it.
Ukyo sighed, giving Ranma a sidelong look. He was examining the other members of the family
fairly closely. Especially Ryoga, a potential sparring partner-- the boy had come back in once
everyone was seated, and had heard the whole story while they all ate dinner. Ukyo forgave him,
and Ryoga took it like a man, although he still turned a little pink whenever he saw Ukyo. Next to
Ryoga sat Akane; the strange thing was that although they were supposed to be fiances, they
didn't seem all lovey-dovey or anything. In fact, they made an effort not to even look at each
other. Ukyo frowned, but then relaxed. After all, although she was engaged to Ranma-honey, he
never really made any romantic overtures towards her. Her thought process paused. That's right .
. . he never does do anything romantic-- not that I think I could handle anything romantic from
him, anyway. She stifled a giggle. The idea of Ranma trying to offer her a bouquet, or invite her
on a date, just made her want to snicker. He was a nice enough boy, she supposed, and she was
quite fond of him, but she couldn't ever see herself actually marrying him.
"Well," Mr. Tendo was saying, as Ukyo began to listen again, "You're all welcome to stay here
for as long as you want. Ranma will find that Ryoga's a great sparring partner; after all, I
wouldn't let just anyone carry on the Tendo School of Anything-Goes Martial Arts." A snort
from Nabiki told everyone just how much the middle Tendo sister believed that. Soun ignored his
daughter, though, and continued. "Miss Kuonji can share Akane's room, and Ranma can stay in
Ryoga's. Genma, you and your wife can have the guest room."
Nodoka smiled and bowed her head, accepting the offer. "Thank you, Tendo-san. I don't think
we'll be intruding for too long, though I must admit your house and dojo is wonderful."
Soun grinned broadly. "Oh, it's nothing, but thank you!" He paused, looked around at the rest of
the family, and then suggested, "How about we adults go into the other room and recall
memories?"
Genma's eyebrows went up. "D'you have any sake?"
Soun nodded, looking almost offended. "Of course I do! I'm never unprepared." With that, the
two men got to their feet and shuffled into the next room, followed closely by Nodoka, who
sighed, shaking her head slightly.
Kasumi got to her feet and smiled apologetically. "I need to clean up after dinner-- if you need
anything, I'll be in the kitchen." And she, too, left the room, but headed in a different direction.
Nabiki looked back and forth between the two couples on opposite couches, rolled her eyes, and
slid over towards the stairs. "Yeah, like I'm staying here? Count me out!" And she headed
upstairs.
Akane blinked, noticing the room had suddenly emptied of people. She had been concentrating on
examining the two newcomers. The young man, Ranma was his name, seemed nice enough. He
was certainly handsome, with his red Chinese shirt and black pigtail. Akane was slightly angry at
him, though, for deceiving her. She'd thought that he was a girl, and could be her friend. The girl
seemed okay, too. She looked kind of odd, with something that looking like an unholy cross
between a knife and a cooking utensil strapped to her back, but Akane was used to some pretty
strange things. And on top of the fact that this new couple changed shape with water, carrying a
giant spatula wasn't too weird. Akane turned her attention back to the boy. He was pretty cute . .
. not as cute as her Ryoga, of course, but close. Cute in a different way. She glanced at Ryoga out
of the corner of her eye. She felt a strange sort of possessiveness of him, as if she didn't want
anyone to touch him, but she couldn't imagine actually marrying him. He was nice, and
handsome, and was probably the sweetest guy she'd ever met, but for some reason, she just
didn't feel anything towards him. And he never tried to do anything romantic with her-- they
never went out on dates, or anything. Akan had a feeling that the only reason Ryoga stayed with
them is because he couldn't find his way out of the door in order to leave. She had to hide a
smile, at that. The guy was probably the best fighter in the area, but he couldn't find his way
anywhere even if there were neon signs pointing the way. Akane held onto the faint hope that
perhaps her friendship with him would grow into something more, so that they could marry and
carry on the dojo. The silence in the room began to get a little heavy, and Akane tilted her head to
one side, smiling, in an unconscious imitation of her eldest sister. "So . . . I hear you guys are
martial artists too, right?"
Ukyo nodded, eager to break the silence. "Yep. I spar with Ranchan here all the time, though I
generally change into my guy form to do it. Or Ranchan changes into a girl." She leaned forward,
conspiratorially. "He doesn't like being a girl, though I honestly can't see why. I've been both
guy and girl, and I can truthfully say being a woman is much better."
Ranma rolled his eyes and consciously tried to block out the conversation going on with the
females. He liked Ukyo, but sometimes girls could be such pains. He turned his attention to the
other girl, the one called Akane. She was awfully cute, though her long dark hair looked almost
out of place on her. She had large brown eyes, a round face, and a really cute smile. Ranma felt
himself begin to blush, and quickly turned his attention to the guy on the other couch before
Ukyo could see, and pound him for it. Although Ukyo never really tried to act like a real fiancé,
she got really pissed off when Ranma so much as talked to other girls. "Hey . . . Ryoga, right?"
At the other boy's nod, he continued, "You wanna go have a sparring match, just to see where
we stand compared to each other? The girls can have the dojo room, if they want it. We can go
outside; there's plenty of room." Ranma still hadn't fully forgiven him from walking in on Ukyo,
but he could live with his anger. He usually did, anyway.
Ryoga grinned, showing what appeared to be-- Ranma blinked, but when he looked again, they
were still there. The other boy had fangs. Ranma began to look a little nervous, and Ryoga
noticed his line of vision. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not some sort of monster, or anything. It's just a
family trait. All of us Hibikis have them." Then, he stood up, nodding agreement. "And yeah,
sparring sounds great." Ryoga couldn't help glancing back at Ukyo, who was deep in
conversation with Akane, and he felt his face begin to go red again. He closed his eyes, taking a
deep breath, and then opened them again. She'd already forgiven him for walking in on her, but
that didn't erase the memory from his mind. I think I'm going to be scarred for life. I'm not
gonna be able to look at her ever again without thinking of . . . of . . . Ryoga shook his head to
clear it, and followed Ranma outside.
The sounds of the girls' conversation faded into a muted chatter as Ryoga shut the door behind
them. Ranma took several steps away from Ryoga, bending his knees slightly and raising his
hands into position, signifying that he was ready. "I'm ready when you are, Ryoga." He felt a
slight surge of irrational pleasure as he thought of pounding the guy for spying on his Ucchan.
Ryoga stood for a moment, before drawing-- seemingly from nowhere-- a large, red, bamboo
umbrella. "Prepare yourself, Saotome . . . because here I come!" At the end of his sentence, he
lifted his head and rushed at Ranma, umbrella held out in front of him like a weapon, and the
match began.
Ukyo stood at one end of the training hall, knees slightly bent, hands in front of her, as she waited
for the first move. Akane had changed from casual clothes into a white gi, and was standing at the
opposite end of the dojo, her position an almost exact mirror of Ukyo's. She narrowed her eyes,
trying to determine what Ukyo's first move would be, and then decided to use surprise to her
advantage, and rushed an attack.
Ukyo's face showed surprise only briefly; she quickly blocked Akane's first punch, which she
followed up with a high kick. Akane dodged it easily and did a series of lightning-fast punches to
Ukyo's mid-section. Only one hit its target, but the slight pain was enough to tell Ukyo that this
was a serious opponent. Her lips curled back slightly, and she skipped out of the way, letting the
other girl tire herself out. While all Ukyo was doing was moving slightly side to side and
backwards, Akane was moving all around her, trying to land a blow. Akane's brows furrowed.
"What's wrong with you? Fight me for real!" And the speed and force of the attacks quickened,
making Ukyo dodge more frantically, and wish she had chosen to use her spatula in the fight.
This guy is good! The fight had been going on for several minutes, and though Ryoga hadn't yet
begun to get tired, he knew that he would at any moment. Ryoga dodged out of the way of an
attack, avoiding the ornamental fish pond in his way. He spun around to meet the attack, swinging
his umbrella at Ranma. The other boy dodged it in mid air, kicking off of it with one foot.
Unfortunately, Ranma hadn't seen the fish pond, and landed right in the water, sending up a spray
of water. Droplets landed on Ryoga's face, and he winced in sympathy. The water was ice cold,
since it was early enough in the spring that the nights still got cold to disallow the water to warm
up any.
Ryoga took a few cautious steps towards the pond, where little bubbles of air were breaking the
surface. "Ranma? You okay?"
Suddenly, a figure broke the surface, jumping onto the rocks rimming the pond, dripping water all
over the place. It raised its hands into a fighting stance. "Yeah, I'm fine! Now come on and fight
me!" Ryoga blinked in confusion-- Ranma's voice was different; higher pitched, and angry. Then,
when the figure lifted its head, Ryoga got quite a shock. It wasn't Ranma at all, but a red-headed
girl! Ryoga was about to ask who the hell it was, when he remembered about the Jusenkyo curse.
Ryoga closed his eyes and lowered his umbrella. "Are you sure? Ukyo mentioned how you didn't
like to fight in your girl body . . ."
Ranma's eyes flashed. "Never mind her! She's just a dumb girl, what does she know ab-b-bout
anything? We st-started this fight, and we're g-gonna finish it! N-Now, c-c-come and fight-t-t m-me!" Her teeth were beginning to chatter from the cold water against her skin.
Ryoga's face softened slightly, and he took a step forward. "Look, we can finish this later. Right
now, you need to dry off and get warm, or else you're going to get sick."
Ranma glared at Ryoga for a moment longer, in her fighting stance, before she relaxed minutely,
looking slightly puzzled, the muscles in her shoulders untensing. "Th-Then . . . you d-d-don't
want t-to finish the f-fight?"
Ryoga grinned, again showing the fangs that Ranma had noticed earlier. "Don't be silly. We can
finish it later. You're pretty good, you know."
Ranma blinked twice in rapid succession, and then straightened up, discovering that Ryoga's
smile was contagious, and found herself mirroring it. "You're not t-too bad yours-s-self, Ryoga."
But Ryoga had already begun to walk back into the house, and glanced behind him with an
amused expression on his face to make sure Ranma was following. "What are you just standing
there for? Hurry up and get dry, baka."
Akane was furious. This girl she was fighting-- she wouldn't fight back! For all Akane's attacks
and feints, all Ukyo would do was dodge out of the way. How did she expect to beat her if she
was only defensive? Akane began to get careless, letting her emotions get in the way of her
fighting. She could feel her skills slipping, but for all of Ryoga's patient teaching, she still
couldn't make herself calm down.
Suddenly, Ukyo's defense turned to offense; she jumped up, placed her hands on Akane's
shoulders and pushed off, doing a flip over the girl's head. She landed, spun around, and landed a
light tap with her index finger on the back of Akane's head. Ukyo grinned and said softly,
"Gotcha . . . !"
For a moment, Akane didn't know whether to be even more angry, or laugh at herself. But when
she spun around herself, she caught the grin on Ukyo's face, and couldn't help but start to laugh.
Ukyo joined in, folding her arms behind her back. "You're pretty good at this, you know! Who
taught you?"
"You're good too," Akane replied with a self deprecating chuckle. "Better than me, obviously.
And Ryoga's been teaching me, lately-- before that, I sort of figured it out myself as I went
along." She paused, noticing the sweat on Ukyo's brow and feeling kind of sticky herself.
"Here-- let's go sit on the porch and cool down a little."
Ukyo nodded, gratefully following her out of the door. She sat down after Akane did, resting her
elbows on her knees and her head on her hands. Akane leaned back, supporting herself by her
hands on the porch boards.
"So . . ." Akane rapidly tried to think of something to talk about. "How long have you and
Ranma been engaged?"
Ukyo glanced at Akane out of the corner of her eye briefly, and then looked up at the sky. "Ever
since we were very little. I don't ever remember not being engaged to him; my earliest memories
have him in them." She sighed, almost sadly. "Can you believe it; up until we were almost six
years old, he thought I was a guy. It was only when his father sat him down and had a little guy-talk that he finally figured it out." She rolled her eyes, "Moron."
Akane stifled a laugh, fearing it might hurt the other girl's feelings. "Well . . . Guys sure are idiots
sometimes, aren't they?"
Ukyo smiled. "You said it!" She looked back at Akane, keeping a straight face for a period of
about one and a half seconds, before they both started to laugh. When they calmed down, Ukyo
asked curiously, "What about you and Ryoga? I mean, how long have you guys been fiances?
Pardon my asking and everything, but you don't seem very . . . well, you aren't too . . . you don't
act like . . ." Ukyo struggled to put her thoughts into words that wouldn't sound offensive, or
prying.
Akane noticed her difficulty and put in swiftly, "We don't act like fiances, you mean? Well,
we've been engaged for about two months now, but it was my father who arranged it. And
Ryoga's such a nice boy that he can't really refuse anything. At first, it was really awkward,
because neither of us knew how we were supposed to act towards each other, but eventually we
just sort of became friends and ignored the whole fiancé thing. I sort of keep hoping that
something will happen to make me love him, but no luck so far." Akane looked out across the
yard and sighed, almost gloomily. "You and Ranma don't really act all that lovey-dovey either,
you know."
Ukyo shook her head, snickering slightly. "Oh, hell no. He's probably forgotten we're even
engaged by now. Even when he figured out I was a girl and not a boy, he treated me no different
than he did before. Which I think is good-- because if he treated me like a girl or whatever, I
think I'd be physically sick." She made a face. "He's . . . he's really a wonderful guy, though. A
bit too egocentric, and possibly a bit dense too, but . . ." Again Ukyo struggled to find words, an
unfamiliar sensation tightening her chest as she spoke of him. "But . . . he's my egocentric
dummy, you know? He's incredibly nice when he wants to be, and he's awfully cute with that
pigtail of his. It's almost as if we're brother and sister, not husband and wife-to-be."
Akane watched Ukyo out of the corner of her eye throughout her description of Ranma, and then
said quietly, "You like him, though, right?"
Ukyo nodded decisively. "Of course. You can't spend your life with someone and not feel at least
a little something for them. I probably do love him, in my own way, and he loves me back, but
not the marriage kind of love." Ukyo had to hide a smile, at that. "Yeah, if I try to picture us
married, it makes me want to start laughing."
Akane sighed, somewhat wistfully. "The only problem with having a fiancé, especially one you're
not actually in love with, is that you can't date anyone, or even look like you want to date
someone. Ryoga doesn't care, but my father throws a fit. He's really set on us getting married."
Ukyo chuckled. "Yeah, I can see what you mean. But I've personally never really been interested
in too many guys; I just haven't seen any of them that grab my attention. I think if I did find
someone, he'd have to be like Ranma, at least a little. He's pretty close to my idea of a perfect
guy. Perhaps if he wasn't so concerned with acting macho, and was a little sweeter. But for now,
I'm perfectly satisfied with just being his sisterly fiancé."
Akane looked puzzled. "But don't you wish you could . . . oh, I don't know, go on a date with
someone? Or kiss someone? Don't you ever wonder what it's like?"
Ukyo looked rather surprised. "Oh, I've kissed Ranma, if that's what you're talking about."
Akane blinked. "You have? But . . . I though you two didn't . . ."
Ukyo laughed. "Well, actually, he kissed me. Anyway, you don't spend fifteen or so years
engaged to someone without experimenting a little." Ukyo clasped her hands and sighed, the very
picture of a lovesick heroine in some novel. "Ohhh, and Ranma is a good kisser . . ."
Akane turned a little pink. "Uh, I don't really need to know the details . . ."
"Yeah, well, haven't you and Ryoga . . . experimented?"
"No way!" Akane started backwards slightly, her face bright crimson. "Of course not! Ryoga . . .
he's not . . . he's just not like that, and neither am I!"
Ukyo's eyes darkened slightly. "And are you implying that Ranma and I are indecent, or
something?"
Akane shook her head, quickly. "No no, I just meant . . . well, Ryoga takes all that very seriously,
and would only kiss someone he really liked. He wouldn't do it as an experiment."
Ukyo looked thoughtful. "He sounds as if he takes himself very seriously. Does Ryoga ever--"
"Do I what?" Ryoga, seeming to materialize behind them out of nowhere. Ranma was behind
him, in his male form once more.
"Aiee!" Ukyo jumped backwards, raising her hands to ward off evil, only to discover that it was
just Ryoga.
Akane blinked, only mildly surprised. Ukyo decided that it looked as if Ryoga did this a lot. "Oh,
it's nothing. Just a bunch of girl-talk that you wouldn't be interested in." She paused, and then
asked curiously, "Did you guys have your match?"
Ryoga nodded, taking a few steps forward and sitting down on the edge of the porch himself.
"Yeah. But we didn't finish it, since Ranma fell into the fish pond. We stopped so he could get
dry and warm again." He paused. "Or . . . so she could get dry and warm again . . .?"
Ranma shook his head, leaning against the wood post. "I'm still a guy, okay? I may look like a
girl sometimes, but I'm still a man!"
Akane, meanwhile, had covered her mouth, trying to turn a giggle into a cough, or something else
inconspicuous.
Ranma glanced at her, his face darkening. "Yeah, well, what is it? What's so funny?"
Akane bit her lips, and then said in a subdued tone of voice. "Oh, gomen. I . . . It's just that--
well, you fell into the fish pond? And you're supposed to be a martial artist?"
Ranma's eyes narrowed. "I didn't know it was there, stupid! I've never been here before, so how
am I supposed to know where everything is?"
Akane clamped her jaw shut, her fists clenching. "What. Did. You. Call. Me." Her voice was
strained, and she bit the end of each word off sharply.
Ranma leaned forward, raising his voice. "I called you stupid, stupid!"
Akane stood up, her knuckles turning white with the force of her clenched fists. "Don't . . . ever .
. . call me . . . STUPID!" Out of nowhere, a mallet appeared in her hands and she brought it down
on Ranma's pig-tailed head. Akane only looked mildly surprised that a rather large weapon had
just materialized in order for her to hit somebody. As Ranma lay on the ground, twitching, with
his fingers curled into the defeat position, Ryoga and Ukyo exchanged glances.
"A-Ano . . ." Ryoga attempted, taking a tentative step towards Akane.
"Stay out of this, Ryoga!" Akane's head swivelled, her eyes sparking dangerously.
". . ." said Ryoga, backing away.
Akane blinked, and then relaxed her grip on the mallet which was still plastered against the back
of the prone Ranma's head. "Oh! Gomenasi, Ryoga. I kind of got carried away there." She shot a
murderous glance at Ranma's back, and then stalked into the house. "Hmmph! I'm going to bed.
Goodnight!"
Ukyo stared after her with a kind of morbid fascination. "Wow . . . What's with her . . .?"
Ryoga winced, looking a tad embarrassed for his fiancé's sake. "Ah, well, she, um. She kind of
has some anger problems . . ."
Ranma groaned from his position on the floor, and then sat up, clutching his head. "Argh. You
can say that again."
Ryoga looked rather puzzled. "She's usually not that bad, though. I don't know what's gotten
into her."
Ranma made a pitiful moaning noise, and beginning to look very suspicious as if he were playing
it up just a tad.
Ukyo raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You didn't really help any,
Ranchan, what with calling her stupid and all."
Ranma shrank back a little from Ukyo's gaze. "Yeah . . . well, she called me clumsy!"
Ukyo leaned forward slightly. "You are clumsy! How could you fall into a fish pond? That's not
just clumsy, that takes talent!"
Ranma's eyes narrowed, and he looked hurt. "Why are you defending her? You only met her half
an hour ago! You'll desert me that quickly?"
Ukyo faltered under those eyes. "N-No, don't be silly. I was just pointing out that . . . well . . .
oh, never mind. Come on, let's just go to sleep. I can try to talk to Akane and see if she'll calm
down." She walked into the house, following the thudding noises of Akane's footsteps.
Ryoga, meanwhile, had been edging away in case an argument broke out, but relaxed once Ukyo
left the room. Ranma noticed this and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Don't you like Ukyo?"
"No! That's not it--" Ryoga shook his head quickly. "A-Ano . . . She just-- she just kind of
scares me a little right now, that's all. That spatula hurt . . ."
Ranma grinned conspiratorially. "Ohh, she hit you in the bathroom that time, eh? Don't worry,
you get used to it after a while." He looked slightly worried. "Um, say, does Akane usually pull
weapons out of nowhere? I mean, does she do it a lot?"
Ryoga shrugged candidly. "I really can't say. I've never seen her do it before. And she looked a
little surprised, so maybe she only just started doing it. It could have just been that one time."
"I sure hope so!" Ranma replied fervently. "That really hurt," he added, rubbing the back of his
head.
Ryoga winced in sympathy. While he'd never been on the receiving end of Akane's violence, he'd
seen what she did to the guys at school every morning. "Well, anyway, shall we go? You're
sharing my room, while you stay. Maybe she'll have forgotten about it tomorrow morning. If not,
I can try to talk to her."
Ranma nodded and followed Ryoga into the house. "What a violent tomboy," he muttered under
his breath.
Next Time: Episode 2
"Nihao, Ryoga! Wo airen!"
("A-Ack! Er, no, wait-- gaaah . . .!)