Transferring Trouble

Usual disclaimers: Ranma, Akane and the students of Furinkin High are the property of Rumiko Takahashi and various publishing and anime producing companies. Saionji is the property of Chiho Saito, BePapa, Viz Media and other folks who I don't know and whose names I probably can not pronounce. I'm not making one thin cent/yen off this.

I thought I had finished this story. But PeaceLoveOcelot, one of my reviewers, voiced a desire to see Saionji get thrashed by the Chinese contingent of Ranma 1/2. Well, I do like to please my readers, though I took a slightly different tack than my reviewer suggested (my muse is stubborn, and will go as it will go, and not as you or I will have it - and points for the first person who recognizes where that slightly reworded proverb comes from)

Rated for cartoon violence.

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Chapter Four - Epilogue

Walking home from school, Akane and Nabike found Ranma leaning against a wall, doubled over with laughter.

"Want to let us in on the joke?" asked Nabiki.

"Shampoo was delivering orders, and she didn't see Saionji, and ran right into him. He blew up and there was a big fight."

"So, she clobbered the idiot, right?" asked Akane.

"No, it's better than that," he gasped out between laughs. "He beat her."

"Why is that funny? I don't like Shampoo, but I don't want that jerk Saionji hitting anyone," said Akane hotly.

"No, Akane, don't you get it? He beat her in a martial arts battle. After she picked herself off the ground, she grabbed his arm and dragged him off to see the Old Ghoul," Ranma saw that Akane was still not putting the pieces together. "She wanted to introduce her new fiancee to her grandmother." Ranma dissolved into laughter again.

Akane brightened up as she considered the implications. "Does this mean she'll finally stop bothering us?"

"I sure hope so," said Ranma. As an aferthought, he added, "Oh, and I saw Mousse. I told him what happened. Duck boy went running after them."

Ranma hopped onto the top of a wall and started hopping down it.

"Oh, Ranma-baby," called Nabiki.

Ranma stopped and looked back at her. "Yeah, Nabiki?"

"Are you that sure that Chinese Amazons can't have more than one husband?"

Ranma went all stiff, and fell to the ground at an awkward angle, the thumb and first and fourth fingers of both hands sticking out stiffly.

Nabiki laughed to herself. "That never gets old."

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Trust Nabiki to put a spoke in the wheel of Ranma's happiness.

OK, now the story is over - unless someone gives me a good enough idea to continue