Author Notes: Thank you for the reviews. In regard to the question of "Why Jane instead of Jamie" I do have an answer planned. And things should be slowing down a bit now. Expect twists and turns as things progress. Even I am not sure how things will turn out yet. Already the story has deviated from my original intentions several times. :) Sorry for the delays writing this chapter. There was some research to do mid-way through. As well as bouts of minor writer's block.

Other Notes: The name Amaya means 'Night Rain' while Takimura means waterfall village, or village by the waterfall

Also, yes, I realize that in Sailor Moon canon Sailor Pluto is not a student adviser, but a collage student.

That Old Time Magic

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or Sailor Moon. This story is for fun. I do not make any profit off it. Characters not in either series however are mine. As are unique story elements.

Rose turned and jumped back onto the roof she'd come from. After several blocks she collapsed in shock. The youthful warrior had just killed. And that fact turned her stomach. It was an act you could never take back. Those children had been trying to kill her and Usagi, but her own actions disturbed Rose. She was still rocking back and forth when a light hand was placed on her shoulder.

"You did good," Bláthaigh said quietly. "I know what it is like. But you are needed. Put this on after you change back.."

Bláthaigh put a school uniform on Rose's lap. As she did so the pixie couldn't help but giggle. After all, it was a girl's uniform for Crossroads junior high. She was curious about something though. The question could wait for now. After all, she couldn't sense anything bad in the area anymore. So it was time to have some fun. As Bláthaigh faded from sight the Rose Knight was still rocking back and forth.

It was several minutes before Rose could think again. She'd said she could accept any price to protect others. But this wasn't what she had expected. By that time Rose also realized how late in the morning it was. But how to remove the outfit currently worn? Nervously she twisted the ring on her finger.

To the surprise of the young woman, a deep green light surrounded her. Within moments she fell to the roof once more. This time back in the pajamas Jane had been wearing earlier. Unfortunately, that meant just a pair of boxers. I hope no one sees me. As she looked through the piles of cloths Jane scowled.

Her scowl deepened as the implications of the uniform and undergarments sank in. If this was a joke, Jane didn't find it funny. Still, she had to get dressed. School had already started, so it was this or nothing. Heading back to the house would take too long, as such the repulsive garments were slowly donned. The fact her book bag was in the pile amazed Jane to no end. As the shoes were finally pulled on Jane started looking for a way off the roof.

An hour later a gaijin female with bright red hair approached Crossroads Junior High. The young girl didn't look happy about it either. Her school uniform had a couple minor tears in the skirt, and the jacket had a torn sleeve. She pulled a piece of paper out of a breast pocket and read it. With a sigh she looked for her adviser's office.

The name on the door told Jane nothing about the person inside the office. All it gave her was the name. She pushed open the door and walked in. Her eyes scanned the room out of habit. There were few pictures on the walls. One of the ones Jane could see was a black and white photo of a woman. The chair behind a desk slowly turned, revealing a green haired woman.

After being handed her schedule Jane frowned. "There must be some mistake here. It says I have home economics on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Fridays, I can't take that class. It is girls only."

"There's no mistake," Meioh said with a knowing smile. "Your mother explained to me the situation, and arranged your class schedule Fillmore-san.. On Mondays and Wednesdays, and Fridays you will be expected to come to school as you are. The rest of the time your 'cousin' is expected to attend school. This is for you."

Meioh handed Jane a yellow envelope. Inside it was two sets of student ID cards. One for Jane Fillmore, and one for James Fillmore. There was also a set of papers which surprised Jane. A birth certificate for 'Jane', as well as a full set of papers proving her identity. She eyed them in confusion.

"W-whatt is this for?" Jane asked.

Meioh smiled cryptically and said "It is your school identification. I expect you to give your cousin his student ID tonight."

The day had been tolerable at best so far. But just barely. Twelve times boys had approached Jane to ask her out. It was... mortifying to say the least. Between that and the usual scorn from teachers she was not having a good day. And now here Jane was, staring at the door to her last class. Dreading what was to come, the youth slowly entered the class room. Her eyes took in the scene before her. Stoves, ovens, and other kitchen implements. This is going to suck, Jane thought to herself.

Rumor was that the old home economics teacher had quit. From the rumors of monster sightings, Jane could believe it. The current teacher was one Takimura Amaya. She could tell at a glance this was going to be hell. Takimura was wearing a kimono. According to the rumor mill, that was the only thing she ever wore. The glare Takimura gave Jane sent a chill down the girl's spine.

Once everyone was at their assigned station the teacher smiled. To Jane, the smile didn't seem very friendly. "All right class, today we are making a traditional breakfast. Who can tell me what that consists of?"

While most of the class raised their hands, it was Jane that was called upon. "Now isn't this cute. The gaijin thinks she knows something. How amusing, but go ahead. Show us how little a gaijin knows about true cooking." She said with a scornful laugh.

Okay, I know this. Sure mom prefers making eggs or pancakes. Dad did so love Japan though. Been a while, let's see... Jane thought to herself. "Well, steamed rice and miso soup to start with. After that it varies. The real question is how many side dishes are we talking about? I've seen broiled or grilled fish, netto, tamagoyaki, onsen tamago, tsukemono pickles, and seasoned nori, My father preferred keeping breakfast simple with just tamagoyaki and netto served as side dishes. Others I've met like to serve bigger meals by adding two or three more side dishes."

If there's one thing I despise, it's upity gaijin who pretend to understand true culture. Takimura thought to herself. Aloud she responded "Then I'm sure you think you could demonstrate the proper way to prepare a miso soup. But then, I rather doubt an uncultured gaijin can handle that. Prove me wrong, if you can. I want everyone to do their best with this. Today we are making miso soup, grilled shiozake , natto, and tamagoyaki."

"WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jane pinched the bridge of her nose when her friend began to cry. This was going to be a long class. Since Usagi was didn't have any books with her, Jane guessed what the crying was about. The other girl didn't have a cook book. This was shortly confirmed by Usagi. And of course it didn't occur to the ditz to walk over to the shelves and grab one. With a sigh Jane fetched two books from the same place as everyone else.

Jane tried to ignore Usagi's antics. Humorous they might be, but she thought it better to focus on the task at hand. Especially since Jane herself was having a hard time. The eggs for her tamagoyaki were breaking apart, The natto beans somehow had caught fire. And Jane had no idea why the fish was burning. The soup at least tasted all right when Jane sampled it. At least she wasn't the only one having trouble.

Takimura was making her rounds. At each student she sampled what they had so far. For those having trouble she would pause to watch what they did, and give tips on how to improve. Then she came to Jane and Usagi. While she merely sighed at Usagi's usual state of 'kitchen disaster', her scorn at Jane's attempts was quite obvious. After tasting Jane's attempt at miso, the teacher blinked in surprise.

"As I thought," Takimura said with a scowl. "Gaijin can't handle real cooking."

"I am tired of this, Sensei." Jane said with a hint of ire. "While it is true my aunt is a gaijin, as were my parents. I am not. I can not help who my family is. But there is no dishonor in my birth." Jane quickly covered a skillet to put out the fire. "I admit to not knowing what I am doing. I have never cooked before. Yet instead of teaching, you insist on insulting my honor on a mistaken assumption. Instruct me please, what am I doing wrong? Why does the tamagoyaki not stay together? Why is the shiozake burning and natto on fire, again? Please, teach me so I do not make these mistakes in the future."

Takimura's jaw dropped as Jane spoke. How dare this barbarian talk back to me! She thought . No mere gaijin could possibly have honor. Her inner rant however was interrupted by Usagi. The blond was pouring a cup of cooking oil into her latest attempt at miso soup. Something even Jane had known not to do. In fact, Takimura had not seen anyone who was that bad at cooking in two years. Not since transferring away from Furinkan .

"I'll deal with you later," the teacher said before running to get a fire extinguisher.

"Uh, Usagi... I don't think you should do that."

"Wha? Why?" The mentioned girl asked as she grated what she thought was swiss cheese into the tamagoyaki mixture..

"Because I'm sure paraffin is not part of the recipe." Jane said while shaking her head,. "Where did you even get it?

"But I like cheese in my eggs!" Usagi shouted.

At that moment the miso soup Usagi was working on burst into flames while her pot of Natto beans erupted into a fountain of beans and broth. Giggling could be heard from the front of the class as well. Usagi panicked and threw a cup of what she thought was water into the sauce pan. This caused the flames to shoot higher. The entire class watched in horror as the grease fire spread to Usagi's eggs. The room began to fill with smoke as the flames grew higher.

It was too late to contain the disaster. Everyone had started to run towards the door. Takimura triggered the fire alarm as she directed the evacuation. Soon the entire student body was milling about outside. As Jane tried to reassure her friend the neo-girl looked around. It was definitely not the best day she'd ever had. Finally everyone was dismissed.

"How about I walk you home?" Jane asked her friend.

The trip it's self was mostly uneventful. That at least was a good thing. The most alarming thing to happen was a black cat pouncing Usagi. The two girls noted the odd crescent moon bald spot on it. This though wasn't what peaked Jane's curiosity. Rather, it was the fact the cat seemed to glow. The feline was purring happily in Usagi's arms though so she didn't mention the fact. No one else had noticed either.

"I'm gonna keep him!" Usagi proclaimed.

"But Usa-chan, that's a girl."

"Then I'll keep her. I'm gonna name her Fluffy!"

Hearing that, the cat glared at Usagi and muttered "Of all the indignities."

Did that cat just talk? Jane thought. The thought it's self was alarming. Only the fact that Jane believed the day had to be a dream kept her from panicking. It helped to an extent that Usagi either didn't hear the cat, or didn't care. Of course it was usually hard to get Usagi to care about anything other then food, sleep, and boys. It was at the same time something Jane found annoying, and one of Usagi's best traits.

"Usa-chan, why is the cat glowing?" Jane asked once they were secured in her friend's room.

"But Fluffy isn't glowing," Usagi said in all seriousness.

The cat once more glared at Usagi, then said "My name is Luna, not fluffy." Luna looked at the red head with exasperation. "I'll speak with you in a moment. But first I need to discuss important things with Usagi.."

The bedroom window opened on it's own. Then a female voice said "Hi Luna! Long time no see!"

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In a place that shouldn't exist there stood a gate. It was surrounded by an endless mist, with no apparent surface to walk on. Other then the gate there was little to see. There was a light green couch, and an old wood stove. A woman with green hair was sitting on the couch at the moment, staring at the gateway. The woman had long ago forgotten her original name. These days she went by Meioh Setsuna though. It was a name she had used for a very long time.

But reflections on who she was didn't occupy her time usually. That honor normally was given to ensuring the future of Crystal Tokyo. And that was why Setsuna was sitting here eating fudge ripple ice cream. Crystal Tokyo was gone, and once again the guardian of time was trying to figure out why. The few answers she'd found just raised more questions.

Setsuna watched again as a green clad girl with red hair defended a blond from knife wielding children. That wasn't suppose to be how it happened. Why does this girl seem so familiar? And how is it she is so important? It worried Setsuna that she couldn't see future events related to the young Fillmore. Nor could she view any events in the youth's life prior to three months ago. Something was coming that the guardian of time had received no warning about. And what ever it was, it made Crystal Tokyo impossible.

Nothing was quite as it should be in the time stream. The fire at the school shouldn't have happened. Curious as to the cause, Setsuna decided to try watching as events played out. What she saw brought a chuckle. So it was the fault of the little one. Oh dear, a snow storm? I wonder why a wee one is in Japan? They usually stay in their own realm. A mighty yawn warned Setsuna just how tired she was. It was far too easy to lose track of time at the gates.

Setsuna almost teleported back to her apartment. Then changed her mind. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she'd slept at the gates. Nor was it likely to be the last time. After transforming back into her 'civilian' form the guardian of time laid down on her couch. Almost before her head touched the cushions she was asleep. Soon she was tossing back and forth in her sleep.