Kasumi knocked at the furoba door. Getting no reply, she opened it, peeking in. She knew that Ranma had gotten in the furo, but wasn't sure if he was still in there. As long as he was still in the inner room, she could sneak in to get the laundry from the outer room. She indeed didn't see him, but was surprised to find that the outer bath wasn't empty. Instead, she was met with the sight of Nabiki, peeking through the slightly-ajar door to the inner bath. Kasumi slipped in.

"Nabiki?" she whispered. Nabiki waved her hand dismissively, not taking her eyes from the door. Kasumi frowned as she started gathering the laundry. "Nabiki," she said quietly, "it's not alright to spy on someone, even if he's your boyfriend. If he did it to you, people would call him a hentai, and it's no different the other way around."

Nabiki turned her head slightly, still keeping an eye through the crack left by the open door. "Want a peek?" she whispered. "Hundred thousand yen." Kasumi put her hands on her hips. "Nabiki, it's bad enough that you're looking yourself, but you're going to sell..." She stopped. "A hundred thousand?" Nabiki kept her gaze through the door. "I might've taken advantage of his looks before," she said, "but he's my man now, and that means not just anybody gets to see him. If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't let you for any price."

Kasumi shook her head, gathering the dirty laundry. Nabiki kept her watch. "Akane might be remorseful enough to want a peek at what she never got far enough to see," she said simply, "but I don't really want to ask. Wouldn't want to create the appearance that I'm with him to extort money out of her... she thinks that already. Doesn't help that I did it to her once already. Oddly enough, with all of the money I've made, this is the first time there was an actual, real conflict of interest."

Kasumi didn't say anything, still gathering the laundry.

"Hey... you know what that means?"

"What?"

"That you're the only one who I'm making this offer to. Don't pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Kasumi rolled her eyes. "I'm not interested in looking at my sister's fiancé, Nabiki."

"Aw, come on, you can admit that you've looked at him before. I sure used to. Believe me, if he had ever snuck in through my window on accident, instead of Akane's... well, I definitely wouldn't have been pummeling him."

"Perhaps you should take a cold shower when Ranma's finished," Kasumi said, only half-joking. She looked around. "Does Ranma have a towel, or should I bring him a clean one?" Nabiki silently held one up. Kasumi nodded, turning and slipping out.

Nabiki turned her full attention back to Ranma. As yet, she hadn't got much of a view. She'd waited a minute for Ranma to get started before slipping in; she'd then waited for the sound of the shower to open the door. It was at that time that she made the unfortunate discovery that Ranma bathed in cold water, and she was met only by the sight of another girl. Ranma's female form was shorter than her; the fact that they were about the same weight made Ranma slightly curvier. Nabiki wasn't jealous; she preferred her long legs to having more hips.

She could certainly see why Akane was jealous, though. Akane had too much waist and thigh compared to her hips and bust. There was no doubt that girl-Ranma turned way more heads.

Of course, Ranma had changed into a guy, but to Nabiki's dismay, his curse took a few seconds to kick in; the girl was fully submerged for several seconds before turning masculine. It was pretty interesting to see Ranma change; she'd never actually witnessed it. In a couple of seconds' time, his face, hair, and what she could see of his body just slowly morphed to his male form. It made her curious what his private parts would look like when they changed.

Speaking of his private parts... she was now stuck waiting for him to get out of the water to get a decent view. She had no doubt that she'd enjoy it, but it was still hell having to wait. There was a sloshing sound as Ranma stirred, and she held her breath. Much to her delight, he stood, obliviously facing the door, and stepped out. He turned around to look out the window. Getting a full view of both sides, Nabiki grinned. "Very nice, Ranma," she muttered, her hormones starting to churn. "Beautiful." He turned and started walking toward her. Moving quick, she stepped away from the door.

The door slid open, and Ranma stepped out. It was only after he'd entered the room, closed the door, and turned around that he noticed a smiling Nabiki holding a towel. He jumped, turning bright red and covering himself as best he could. Nabiki shook her head. "Ranma," she said, "you're my fiancée, are you not?" He nodded slowly. She continued. "Then, eventually, we're going to be in bed together."

"What's your point?"

"I'm going to see it all anyway, so quit covering yourself."

Gulping, Ranma slowly dropped his hands back to his sides. Nabiki's smile returned. She walked up to him, taking the towel and drying his chest. He blushed, though he was starting to get accustomed to her getting physical. As a matter of fact, he was very much enjoying what she was doing. She moved the towel over him, taking her time to enjoy the muscles that she could feel. Reaching down, she gave his butt a squeeze, leaning close to let a certain part of his anatomy rub against her. She brought the towel around to his front, wrapping her hand around it and giving it a slow rub. Ranma jumped, closing his eyes after a moment as surprise gave way to arousal.

She wrapped the towel around his hips, tucking it in. He opened his eyes, and was met with the sight of her lifting her shirt over her head. The redness rushed back to his face, and blood started to pool at the edge of a nostril. The black bra she was wearing came into view as she pulled her shirt free, tossing it into the hamper. She smirked. "What?" she said innocently. "I was going to get in next." She unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop, stepping out of them. His gaze drifted lower, to bare legs and black panties. She turned around, looking over her shoulder as she flashed him a view of her rear. "You like?" she said with a grin.

Shaken from his stupor, Ranma jumped and looked away. "Ah..." he stammered, as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. She turned to face him. "Ranma?" she said flatly. He didn't move. "Hm?" he replied, his gaze averted. She took a step toward him. "Ranma," she said more gently. "You and me... fiancés, remember? You don't need to be so shy." She reached out and tugged on his arm. "Ranma... Ranma! Look at me."

He turned his gaze back to her. He'd seen her in a bikini before; in fact, he'd seen her in one many times. Even though her current state showed just as much skin, it was far more alluring, and now that she was encouraging him to look, he couldn't tear his eyes away. Of course, he'd always eyeballed her pretty close when she was in one of her skimpy swimsuits. Since the previous Christmas, the two of them had become friends of sorts, and the following summer, he'd had an incredibly hard time keeping his eyes to himself. It didn't help that she seemed to hang around him every time she was wearing one, even if he was in his girl form.

And, frankly, she had a lot more to look at than Akane did.

Nabiki gave him a genuine smile. "I wasn't planning on getting in the furo like this," she said playfully. "Want to see a little more?" Ranma's nosebleed started to get worse. "Um..." he muttered quietly, desperately wanting to but still too shy to say so. The smile that was involuntarily tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away, though, and she knew that he had no objections. Giving him her best seductive look, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it drop it to the floor. His eyes widened, and he started to feel slightly lightheaded. Nabiki giggled, putting her hands behind her back and leaning toward him, giving him a full view. "Have you ever seen a girl like this?" she asked. "I mean, besides yourself." Ranma shook his head quickly.

She turned her back to him, sliding her panties off and kicking them away. She stood that way for a moment, giving Ranma time to stare. He audibly exhaled, his lips curling into a shy smile as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. By now, the shock of seeing her naked for the first time was starting to die off, and his sixteen-year-old male hormones were screaming. Any shyness left in him was being pushed out by an overwhelming desire to touch everything that he was looking at. After a pause, Nabiki turned back, showing him everything.

Ranma gripped the towel covering him, his heart pounding in his ears. "W-wow, Nabiki," he stammered, enough of his shyness gone that he didn't even try to cover the physical stimulation that the towel was rapidly failing to conceal. She walked up to him, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a seductive kiss. "You like what you see, Ranma-baby?" she whispered in a breathy voice. He nodded. She leaned in and planted her lips on his neck, sucking at it for a second before pulling back to look him in the eye. "Me too," she said. "A lot more's going to happen very soon. I'm not going to have a fiancé with a body like yours and not take advantage." Giving him a quick kiss, she slipped into the inner bathroom.

Ranma looked down at his clothes. "I'm gonna have to wait to put my pants on," he muttered.

An hour later found the two of them were walking in Nerima's market district, hand in hand. It was the first weekend since they'd officially become an item, and both were looking forward to having the extra time to get to know the other even better. Ranma honestly had no idea what Nabiki was going to college about, but he was genuinely curious. He'd asked what her classes were about, and much to his surprise, her explanation wasn't difficult to follow. It wasn't simple, either, but he got the gist of it.

Nabiki smiled at him. "Business degree," she said. "Meaning, you can do the teaching at the dojo, and I'll run the business side of it. That place'll turn a fortune. You know how popular martial arts is. And especially your school. Think about it. The 'School of Indiscriminate Grappling.' 'Anything Goes.' That just rings of 'best school there is'. People will be lining up to get into your classes. Rich people. We definitely won't need to attract people with low prices."

"You really think so?"

"Of course! Now, what are you planning on doing once you graduate? You never talk about college."

Ranma rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I don't really know. I haven't given it much thought."

"You'd better start thinking about it! It's fall trimester already... entrance exams are in a few months and you haven't even started studying!"

"Well, that was part of it. I figured I'd end up living as a rōnin for sure if I tried... at least a year, maybe longer. Didn't think it was worth the trouble, you know?"

"If you do, you do. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Way more people fail than pass. Besides, I did all right on them, so I'd be happy to teach you. What do you think you'll get a degree in? Gender studies seems right up your alley."

"Very funny."

She leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Sorry, Ranma. That joke was too easy to ignore. Seriously, though."

"Uh, well... what do I go to school for to teach martial arts?"

"Education. You don't want to wind up as bad a teacher as your father."

Ranma chuckled. "No, I sure don't."

"You know, Tōkyō U has an education program. You could get a phys ed degree... it would be perfect for teaching martial arts."

"You really think I could get into the University of Tōkyō? You have to be a genius to get into that place!"

"I got in..."

"Yeah, well... you're a lot smarter than I am."

"I'll run over to admissions one of these days and get the test preps. We'll cram for the National Center Test; if you pass it, we'll work on the Tōkyō U entrance exams; if not, we'll work at it and you can try again next year."

"And if I pass the national test and fail Tōkyō's, I'm assuming I'm only smart enough for a smaller school, and I'm applying somewhere else."

Nabiki grinned. "Gee, Ranma, that sounds like a pretty logical plan. You're pretty good at this planning stuff after all."

Ranma mulled it over. Truth be told, he'd been worrying about life after high school. He wasn't normally one for planning, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. So far, it had been off in the distance, but now, he couldn't put things off any longer. Nabiki's idea, though... it made a lot of sense. Akane had been concentrating on her own college paperwork, and hadn't been much help when he was trying to decide what to do. But Nabiki... she could figure things out.

They were startled by a bicycle bell, and before either could react, Ranma found himself under a bike tire, his hand ripped from Nabiki's as he was flattened. Irritated, he shoved the bike off, looking up at a cheerful Shampoo. "Nihao, Ranma!" she said. Her smile dropped as she looked at Nabiki. "Why Ranma with mercenary girl instead of angry girl?"

Nabiki smiled defiantly, grabbing onto his arm. "Because he kicked Akane to the curb, that's why," she retorted. "And in the name of keeping the schools joined, I asked him if he'd be my fiancé, and he said yes."

Shampoo's expression turned from confusion to a smirk. "You no fight," she said flatly. "Shampoo defeat you easy!" With that, she struck out with her chúi. Nabiki had been counting on Ranma's skills to keep her safe, and fortunately for her, he was quick to be protective. With a kick, Ranma sent the weapon flying. "Leave her alone!" he yelled. Shampoo stopped. "Why you protect her?" she asked in confusion.

Ranma stammered. "Because I... because I..." Nabiki put her hands on his shoulders, giving him an affectionate rub. A slight smile crossed his face. "Because I care about her. A lot."

Nabiki blinked as her eyes teared up the slightest bit. Shampoo's mouth dropped open. "Shampoo change your mind!" she shouted. "You see!" She jumped on the bike and darted away. Ranma shook his head. "I was afraid of something like this," he said. "You don't practice. How are you going to be safe when I'm not around?"

Nabiki smiled. "I'm going to be your first student, that's how. Nothing fancy, but enough to do the job. I have tricks of my own, you know." She put her arms around his neck. "Besides... you don't mind training someone that you care so much about, right?"

Ranma blushed deeply. "Yeah, well..."

Grinning, she took his arm, and they resumed walking.

Akane walked toward the dojo, ready to practice after spending the last half hour smashing bricks. It had hit her hard, Ranma's surprise announcement. It was certainly true that what little love they'd shown towards eachother had waned after the wedding. One would think that a traumatic experience like Jusendo would bring two people together, but instead, it seemed to have driven them apart. Maybe it had actually made her love him more, and in turn, her jealousy had gotten worse. She didn't know. In any event, what used to be irritation at his being swarmed by girls had turned more and more into rage, which she took out on him. She hadn't meant to; she really hadn't. Unfortunately, she lost control when her anger shot that high, and Ranma wound up getting the brunt of it.

She stopped and sat on a stump, tears coming to her eyes. She'd loved him deep down, even though she could never say it. Actually, she blamed Ranma entirely for her never managing to say so— there she was, ready to marry him, and he'd denied ever saying he loved her. She'd felt it for him, and had lay in bed many sleepless nights praying to the Kami that he felt the same way. When she'd heard him say it, she felt like a part of her was finally complete. And then, he took it back.

She could never get over that.

Still, despite her anger that she couldn't keep a lid on, she'd always thought that he would be there. She thought that things were going to improve with time, even though her eyes and ears had made it abundantly clear that things were heading in the opposite direction. It had never occurred to her that she could lose him altogether; he seemed like a constant in her life. And now, he was gone.

Rising, she started walking toward the dojo again. She did her best to hold her head high, trying to keep herself collected. She'd get past this. She hadn't even graduated from high school... she had a lot of years ahead of her. She'd find somebody right for her. Somewhere out there was someone that could roll with her quirks.

Just as she reached the door of the dojo, she was startled by a feminine yell from inside. Sliding the door open, she peeked inside, her jaw dropping at what she saw. Nabiki, in a karategi that she was certain her sister hadn't owned before that day, faced a practice dummy while Ranma stood off to the side. "All right," he said, "give it two hits, in vital spots. One from each hand." Nabiki stood for a second, before letting out a cry and punching the dummy's head with one hand, then drawing back and slamming her other fist into its chest. Ranma nodded approvingly. "Right spots," he said. "You just need to do it enough that you get fast at it."

Akane threw the door open. Ranma and Nabiki jumped, while Akane stormed over to them. "What are you doing?" she shouted, her blood starting to boil. Nabiki looked at her plainly. "He's showing me a couple moves," she replied simply. Akane turned her gaze on Ranma. "I asked you to train me before," she said in a growl, "and you always refused!"

Ranma took a step back. "Hey, hey, easy!" he said, holding his hands up. "This is all stuff you already knew! You wanted me to teach you advanced stuff! Stuff you couldn'ta figured out!"

Akane clenched her fists. It was bad enough that he was putting his hands all over her after calling her uncute for so long, but seeing him train her... that was too much. "Ranma," she said through clenched teeth, "you baka!" She swung at him, only to have her fist knocked away. Not by Ranma, but by Nabiki. Akane looked at her sister in shock, while Ranma was honestly impressed. "Wow," he muttered, "you're getting fast already. You're a natural." Nabiki smiled confidently, though truthfully, she was as shocked as the others that she managed such a move.

Akane, now angry and humiliated, looked at them as tears started to blur her vision. "Both of you die in a fire!" she screamed, stomping out. Ranma breathed a sigh of relief. "That coulda been a lot worse," he muttered. Nabiki smiled. "I did pretty good, huh?" she said.

"Yeah, but Akane was always slow. That was her biggest weakness. Shampoo, Ukyo, Mousse... they're a whole lot faster than her. You'll have a lot harder time dodging them."

"I know, but I'll get faster at this. Throws some more easy strikes my way; let me see if I can dodge them."

Ranma nodded, taking a stance. After a second, he tossed a weak punch in her direction. She was looking for the things Ranma had taught her; slight movements of the body that would indicate how the person was just about to move. Sure enough, she saw that he was throwing a punch with his right hand, and she jumped sideways, evading it. Ranma smirked. "All right," he said. "See if you can dodge these."

He threw another week punch her way, but as she predicted it and dodged it, he swung a leg at her. A smile crossed his face as she took a leap straight back, bouncing a foot off of the wall and landing well clear of him. At this rate, it wasn't going to take long before she could move fast enough to escape most attacks. Fighting back was a lot more work, but if she could at least get away, he knew she'd be safe.

Taking a step, he threw another kick her way, and as she jumped sideways to dodge it, he threw a punch. She managed to evade, but to his complete surprise, she also swung her free arm, hitting him square in the nose. She didn't have much strength, but still... it was pretty impressive that she got that move in.

She immediately looked worried. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked. Ranma shook his head, rubbing his nose. "Nah," he replied. "You didn't hit me hard enough. It'll take more work for you to know how to put a lot of strength into it. Getting the reflexes down kinda has to come first. But still... the fact that you had the reflexes to strike like that..." He looked serious. "You got lucky, though. I didn't have my guard up because I didn't think you'd swing. Anybody you fight would block that."

Nabiki beamed. She hadn't taken much interest in martial arts before, other than what exercise could give her an attractive figure. She took a step back. "Yeah, I know," she said. "I'll keep at it. For now, let me try... this." She jumped at Ranma, raising a leg like she was going to kick, but instead, she jumped on him, tackling him to the floor. She grinned. "I'll call that move the School of Indiscriminate Grappling Makeout Starter," she said. Ranma rolled his eyes, but a smile crossed his face, too. "I like your move," he said with a chuckle.

Akane, now back in regular clothes, trudged into Uuchan's. Now that Ranma was really gone, she didn't have any reason to feel animosity towards his other fiancées, and after what had just happened, some okonomiyaki and time relaxing away from home sounded wonderful. She plopped down at the counter, and Ukyo spied her, coming over.

"Hey Akane, you here without Ranma?"

"Yep."

Ukyo was surprised. Usually, it was the other way around. "Huh. Well, I've got a special on crab meat today, how's that sound?"

"Fan-freakin'-tastic."

Ukyo tossed the batter on the grill and started it cooking, all the while wondering what was with Akane. Aside from being there alone, she looked incredibly depressed, more than she'd ever seen her. Akane spent plenty of time being angry, especially after talking to Ranma, but being sad, particularly as miserable as she looked at that moment... that was odd, and it concerned her a bit.

Looking around, she was glad to see that no new customers had come in. It was time to find out what was going on. "Hey, Akane," she said, standing by her at the counter. "Is something wrong? You look awfully upset."

"You haven't heard?"

"Heard what? I haven't been at school for a couple of days. Had a cold."

"Oh." She looked down. "Ranma and I... we... Ranma, he... he broke up with me. For good. Not there was anything to break off, I mean... but... yeah. The whole official engagement... it's over with. Forever."

Ukyo beamed, but quickly hid it, trying not to upset Akane any worse. She flipped Akane's okonomiyaki onto a plate and set it in front of her. "So... Ranchan's actually single now? Y'know, technically speaking."

Akane shook her head, popping a piece of okonomiyaki into her mouth. "No," she said after she swallowed. "My sister Nabiki. She swears they're engaged now. I think she's trying to get money out of me and he's dumb enough to fall for it. The thing is, she's not just saying stuff like the last time she pulled that. She started out just pawing at him; I thought she was trying to make me jealous. But now... they've been making out. A lot. They're all over eachother. It's enough to make you sick. Perverts." She ate another piece of okonomiyaki. "Like I really want to sit there and watch them swapping saliva."

Ukyo blanched. Ranma was kissing... another girl? It was one thing when he was with Akane. They'd never shown the slightest bit of affection toward one another, and Ukyo always thought that he was trying to be nice to uphold honor— to try to stick to their engagement without actually being involved with her. But, if he and Nabiki were being physical, it had to mean...

She turned off the cooktop. "I have to see this for myself," she said hurriedly. Akane popped another piece of okonomiyaki in her mouth. "They were in the dojo when I left," she said. "I don't think you want to see what they're up to, though..."

Ukyo didn't say anything, rushing out the door and yanking down the noren as she went. The other customers watched out of curiosity, before turning back to their food. Akane shook her head. Poor Ukyo was in for one hell of a shock...

It only took Ukyo a few minutes to arrive at the Tendo dojo. Quietly as possible, she hopped over the wall, creeping toward the dojo. As she made it to the door, she peeked in. Her heart dropped.

Inside, Ranma lay on his back, with Nabiki on top of him. They were still clothed, thank the Kami, but there was no question that they were very passionately involved. In fact, it looked as though clothes might start coming off at any moment. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, Ranma's arms around her. She broke the kiss, moving her head down to kiss the side of his neck. He closed his eyes, letting out his breath as a look of bliss crossing his face. After a moment, he slid his hands down, resting them on her hips. She moved close to his ear. "Touch me like that all you want," she said, loudly enough for Ukyo to hear from where she stood.

This was too much for the chef to bear. She stepped out into the doorway, as the pair immediately noticed her. "Uuchan!" Ranma exclaimed, sitting up while Nabiki slid onto his lap.

Tears started to run down Ukyo's cheeks. "Ranchan... what's going on? Why are you..."

Ranma looked down. There was no question that he was falling for Nabiki, but Ukyo was his friend, and he really hated to hurt her. He'd known that she'd take the news hard; he'd hoped to tell her about it before she witnessed anything. This was the absolute worst way that things could have played out. "Uuchan... me and Nabiki... we're... well... together."

"What about me, Ranchan? How could you ignore how I felt? You knew I wanted to marry you!"

Ranma sighed. "Yeah, I know, Uuchan, but... You're my friend, and I didn't want us to be any more than that. I really didn't think we were... you know... right for eachother. Pop engaged me to a bunch of people; I can't marry all of you, and..."

Ukyo wiped her eyes. "How can you say that, Ranma? We were perfect for eachother!"

Ranma shook his head. "You wanted to run your restaurant. You grew up cooking. I want to teach martial arts. It's totally different."

Ukyo took a breath, as her sadness started to be replaced by anger. "Oh? And how is she such a good match for you then? Huh?"

"I'm going to run the business end of the dojo," Nabiki said quietly, "while Ranma does the teaching. That way he can put all of his effort into his students."

Ukyo fumed. "Ranma, you..." Running out of words, she stood for a moment, before turning and running, leaping over the wall. Ranma sighed, while Nabiki gave him a hug. "You okay, Ranma?" she asked. He nodded silently. "You cared about her feelings," she continued. "I know you never wanted to hurt her. You're a kind person. That's what made me like you in the first place." He smiled weakly.

Back at the restaurant, Akane was alone, the other customers having left. She simply sat at the counter, waiting for Ukyo to return. She'd left the restaurant unlocked, after all, and if Akane left, somebody was liable to steal something. Besides, she thought that Ukyo could use a friend. She heard footsteps, and looked to see Ukyo padding in. Tears ran down her cheeks. Akane ran to her.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Ukyo," she said. "It's hard for me to see, too."

Ukyo covered her eyes. "I really thought we had something," she murmured. "I never knew what was going on with you two, but I thought for sure that he'd come to me if you two ever actually..." She raised her head to look at Akane, a look of realization on her face. "I'm sorry, Akane," she said, her voice clearer. "You loved him, too, didn't you? We're both in the same boat."

Akane nodded, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "I have to move on," Akane said. "It's the best thing for you to do, too. It's going to be really tough, but just give it a little time. And I'm always here to talk to, you know."

Ukyo smiled weakly, stepping back. "Likewise," she said.

Akane looked around. "Want a hand closing up?"

"I'd love one. Thanks, Akane. You're a good friend. I'm... I'm really sorry that I tried to drive a wedge between you and Ranma."

Akane smiled, touched by that statement. "Well... I guess I could say the same thing to you."

A/N: I should explain how Japanese schools work.

High school and below generally divide the school year into trimesters, with breaks between each one. The school year ends in March and the next begins the following April. There is a country-wide college examination, like the SAT or ACT in the U.S., called the "National Center Test for University Admissions". After passing that, prospective students will have to take a second entrance exam administered by their school of choice. Since the National Center Test is administered only once per year, if you fail, you have to wait a full year before retaking it. Students in this position are referred to as "rōnin", and many spend the year going to cram school. (And this brings me to recommend another Takahashi series, Maison Ikkoku. The protagonist of the series is a multi-year rōnin that just can't seem to pass the National Center Test.) Some universities use trimesters and some use semesters, but the school year still starts in April.

As for the University of Tōkyō: it's the highest ranking university in Asia academically. Think of it like Harvard, Yale, or MIT in the U.S., or Oxford or Cambridge in the U.K. I absolutely think Nabiki is smart enough to get in. Ranma... I might end up sending him to a different college. I haven't made up my mind on that part, yet.