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Chaotic Harmony

Intermission: Old, New, Borrowed, and 'Chu

Ranma was flying through the air. This isn't all that unusually for a pony, even an Earth Pony. Nope, not at all, in fact, most, at one time or another, get enough air to make a skydiver green with envy. No it isn't unusual for a pony to fly. The problem is that Ranma currently WASN'T. A. PONY.

As a side note, anyone familiar with Ranma's life would tell you this wasn't that unusual either.

"Stupid, uncute Tomboy, if I hadn't caught Nabiki she would have gotten hurt," he grumbled. "She complains I don't treat her like a martial artist, and the one time I do, I find myself on Air Akane."

He looked and saw that for once she'd miss a water source. "Well at least I'll stay dry," he said before mumbling, "and male." That is before an explosion and a call of 'where am I now?', sends a chunk of wall straight to his head. The ricochet dazed him and severally altered his flights coarse. As he came to, he saw something grey and dark. Before he could even register it, SPOSH!

"Hey Ranma is that you," asked a voice from outside of the tube she found herself in. The change having happened upon contact with the slosh.

"Yeah, it's me, Rokku," came the irritated female voice.

"Good," came the voice of Rokku. "It's alright guys, just Ranma," he called back. "By the way, you know you're gonna have to pay for that cement, right?"

Ranma just sighed, "yeah, I know. I believe I'll be available the day after tomorrow. Is Ishi here?"

"Nah, she's overseeing the repairs on a contract we have in the shopping district."

"Okay, tell her, I… ah, dropped by. And, I'll be seeing ya in the next few days," her voice sank as she rose out of the cement mixer. "She's still got Nabiki's contacts?"

"I'm almost certain, if she ever lost her contacts, Nabiki would literally be the first one to know about it," he joked.

"You should be careful, she might be listening," they both laughed but Ranma misses as Rokku's eyes nervously scanning the area. "By the way, I think Ryoga blew up a wall on Main St., again."

"I'll let Ishi know. That's what the third time in two weeks?"

"Fourth, but I think he was just passing through," sighed Ranma.

"Tadaima," Ranma called as she entered.

"Okaeri," responded a tall, long haired brunette with hazel eyes. "You're home early. How did the play go?"

"Kinda a disaster. I'll be in the furo for a bit, I kinda had a accident with a cement mixer."

"Oh, my! Was it Ishi's crew, or does Nabiki have to contact them?" she asked in concern.

"It was. But, she'll still need to contact them, plus Ryoga blew up a wall when he was leaving."

"Oh! Was it anywhere expensive, you still have to see 'China'," she stated reminding him of the prize.

"Well we'll be going tonight. I'll just get the cure and come back, day or two tops," Ranma declared triumphantly.

While sitting in the futo, Ranma contemplated the days events.

"Why would she hit me for saving her sister? I mean if her sister landed on her owe wouldn't she be seriously hurt, and I couldn't let that happen. What did I do wrong?" as he stare forward a thought crossed his mind. "How could I have held onto Akane while saving Nabiki?"

He quickly got out of the furo, dressed and headed to the kitchen.

"Kasumi?"

"Yes," she replied as she turned around.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"But, didn't you just ask one?" she giggled.

"I mean another one?" Ranma said.

"Okay, but I need to start cooking supper."

Ranma let out an exasperated sigh, "would it help if I lend ya hand?"

"Oh my," Kasumi looked a bit unsure. "Have you cooked before?"

"Yeah! Loads of times. Nearly every night of the 'training trip', the panda didn't really know how. Unless, you count instant ramen. Plus he thinks it's women's work, yet I wasn't manly if I complained about doing it." Splashing herself a little bit, she stated, "so, he can't complain."

"So then, she yells at me for letting her go to save her sister. I was wondering how do people normally survive a fall without training?" Ranma asked as he finished explaining.

"Well, must stuntmen use air bags."

"Air bags?"

"Yes, they're these things full of air, that release said air upon impact," Kasumi explained calmly.

"How do they work?" Ranma asked hopefully.

"Not a clue," Ranma face met the floor.

"You could probably look it up in a library." At Ranma's blank face she elaborated, "the place with books that the public in general can use. I'm sure your school has one, if I remember correctly. Thank you for the help you should get going if you want to go to China."

"Oh, right! Thanks for the advice. Um, by the way if you'd like I could help you with cooking and other stuff around the house."

"But, you're a guest," Kasumi stated adamantly.

"Yeah, but, me and pops are going to be here for a while and I don't want to feel like a freeloader. Plus, I'm kinda curious about your cooking style."

"Oh! It's actually a martial arts my mother started teaching me before…" she didn't, no, couldn't finish.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, I guess, since you're going to be a part of the family, I could teach you what I know."

After being let down that China was in actuality the actor Xian "China" Li, Ranma checked out this library thing. One misadventure involving sea turtles, an electric razor, a cream pie, and a llama, Ranma had helped the Library Club from a group of bullies, not to mention one more obsessed lunatic. During this battle he became a master of martial arts Dewey decimal system and index carding.

"Well I heard you can make balls of chi, is this true?" asked the head student librarian. In response Ranma cupped his hands and after a moment of concentration, a globe of blue energy sprang into life. A crackling sound was heard as it ionized the air around it. "Wow, if you fired that it probably act like a blaster. I wonder if you could form it into a light-saber?"

"What's a light-saber?" Ranma asked confused as he disperses the energy ball.

What's a… what's a…," said librarian stared at him dumbfounded. "A light-saber is a light-saber. How can you not know what a light-saber is?" she shouted in nerd rage. "It's like asking, who Yoda is."

"Of coarse I know what yoga is. Though pops didn't like the meditative arts, he thought it might fix the Neko-Ken."

"Not yoga, Yoda, why does everyone make that joke," she said in a long suffering way. "From the movies 'Star Wars'."

"Okay, okay, it's a person not a discipline, but doesn't explain what a light-saber is, or for that matter, what's a 'Star Wars'?"

At his question one of them actually faints. The others are just stunned speechless. Finally one get's his voice back and says, "next thing you know, he'll ask what is 'Star Trek'," he said with a nervous laugh.

"Star tracks, how do stars have tracks?" Ranma looked at them confused. Thuds were heard all round, "um, guys are you okay?"

"Oooo, oooo, I know, I know, a star wars is when the constellations split up into two teams with Ophiuchus as the referee," stated a bouncing Pinkie between scenes. "With ninety-nine seconds on the clock, or is that parsecs."

"Um, but parsecs are a measure of length not time," shaking my head. "Enough, about 'Mortal Combat' constellation edition, can we please get back to the story.

"Okie, doki, Loki."

"That's not my, never mind."

As Ranma and the Library Club walked out onto the soccer field they ran into someone familiar.

"Hey Ranma," called a brunette in a page cut with brown eyes. "What cha doing?"

Ranma gave her a glare, "like you don't know."

"True but I thought I'd be nice and ask," she smiled mischievously. "But, I am curious. Besides this outing what have you been spending so much time in the library for?"

"Well after I helped them with some bullies," Ranma indicated the Library Club, all of whom squirmed under Nabiki's gaze and even being brought to her attention. "Well I needed some info on these airbags used by stuntmen and they kept nagging me about these books on psychics…"

"That's physics," corrected the head student librarian.

"yeah, those, anyways it was kinda hard to follow so they wanted me to read all these other books. But, I found them being seriously boring, so I was developing a martial arts of speed reading. The problem is I needed something to interest me while I trained, and something on my level. They suggested manga, because if I got it to work and taught them, it would be bena, bena, bena…" he looked to the Library Clubs leader for help.

"Beneficial to all parties," she supplied with a sigh.

"Wait!" screamed Pinkie. "Can I learn this martial arts speed reading. I want it to help my parties too."

"PINKIE," I sigh. "It's not those types of parties."

"Oh, so it's like that really boring one at the Gala, full of stuffy ponies who don't know how to have fun?"

"Yes, exact… wait, what? No, no, no, it's nothing like that…"

"So, then it's like that party I had when I thought my friends didn't like me anymore and there was all these people there to replace them, but they weren't really there because it was all in my head. After which I found out that my friends still like me and were only avoiding me to throw me a surprise birthday party. It's one of those? Because those are pretty sad and lonely."

I face palm. "Nope, not like that at all either," I put a finger on Pinkie's muzzle. "It's party as referring to a group or individual. Now can I please finish this intermission in peace and harmony."

"O-kay," she said dejectedly.

"Fine, you can learn it as soon as Ranma finishes it," I sigh in defeat.

She arm pumps, "YES!"

"Back," I give a quick look at Pinkie, "to the story…"

"Yes that," Ranma states. "Anyways, so I was reading these mangas to help with the technique and I kinda found them interesting themselves, I might be able to actually make some of the techniques in them work. From there they," pointing again to the club behind him, "got curious if I could make a light-saber out of chi, and after watching a marathon of all six movies, among several other sources," Ranma grumbled.

"So, who wants odds on it work the first time, fizzing out, or blowing up in his face?" Nabiki called.

"Your vote of confidence is overwhelming," Ranma stated sarcastically. After Nabiki finished collecting her bets, she gave Ranma the go ahead. Focusing Ranma formed a chi ball. Concentrating he slowly, but certainly started to elongate it on one side. When it was nearly two feet long it began flickering and wavering. Putting more and more energy in to stabilize the field as it got longer, he managed to get to 3 and a half feet, but it was nearly a foot and a half in diameter. Not at all like a sword. As he began bending it further to his will while maintaining the length, the strain proved to much and it fade with a pop.

The command consensus was, "Aww, it was so close," and, "I was certain it was going to…"

Right before a blinding flash engulfed Ranma, and a deafening bang echoed through the field. When the light died, all that was there was a crater and a rapidly disappearing speck in the skyline.

"Well, no one bet it would 'fizzle and pop' so I get to keep the pool," smirked Nabiki as everyone left.

A. n. I hope you enjoyed this intermission as much as I did.

A. n. Just saw the episode of Looney Tunes with the flying cat, and I feel like there was an episode were Pinkie also uses her tail to fly for a short time. If there is, I just can't remember when.

A. n. sorry for two intermissions, but that's how it worked out.