Author's Notes

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed Ranma's White Wings. I'm glad you all are enjoying it (and not suing me for using characters that I do not own or create, namely the cast from Negima and Ranma ½).

Thanks of course to my betas – Lance, Teturo, KitsuneOverlord, and Kamen Rider Den-O.

Don't expect Ryoga to get too much screen time, he is a set up character, not a primary character - though he will get his fair share of fighting in.

Yes, Ranma is the primary character in this fic, so if you don't like Ranma, this fic isn't for you.

Oh, and do check out Dating the Seven Samurai, my Ranma's White Wing's side fic. Yes, that side fic is a tad bit more lemon, but it's a series of dates, what do you expect? There is a reason why it's rated M too, and why I didn't include it with this fic. I don't want to have to bump up the rating of this fic just for a few chapters.

*****

In her short time around Ranma Nodoka had never really thought about the older boy (now young man) as anything other then a good and loyal companion. Even after Chisame and the others had initially convinced her to spy on the Seven Samurai and reading their individual thoughts about the cursed martial artist the mousy librarian had not changed her view of him. But having read the thoughts of the girls after they had returned from their dates with Ranma she knew she had to re-evaluate her views on him.

"Hey, what are you up to?" a familiar voice asked.

Slamming the book shut, Nodoka looked up at her friend. "Oh, nothing," she blushed.

Seeing her friend's tell the manga ka grinned wickedly. "Now I know you're lying!"

Exposed, but unwilling to let her friend discover the true nature of her spying, Nodoka quickly dispelled her artifact. "Abeat!" she cried out, running out of the room.

The startling turn of evens caught the normally unflappable Haruna by surprise. Watching as the normally quiet and reserved librarian dashed out of the room, the manga ka sat in stunned silence.

"Why does Nodoka look like she was being chased by a demon?" Misora asked as she walked into the lounge between the two suites.

*****

The cool late summer breeze passed through the courtyard, stirring the light flower petals and leaves as it crossed the yard. Undisturbed by the unusually strong morning winds that hinted of the coming rain storm, Ranma continued to kneel. Having mastered the basics of meditation during her decade long training trip with her father, the cursed youth had rarely ever found the time or need to actually meditate. With all the training, sparring, fighting, and trouble that his father had gotten him into (not to mention the stray cats that seemed to be attracted to him whenever he tried to meditate following the Neko Ken Training) the cursed martial artist realized just how out of practice she truly was in regards to being able to focus on his meditation.

Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you saw it) Ranma had managed to bring herself back up to par over the past few days. Years of repressing her male self's teenage hormones and working hard to maintain her self-control had essentially been undone after several dates (actually, one for each of the girls he'd managed to kiss since coming to the magical world) with the very attractive (and in some cases, very assertive and aggressive) Mahora girls.

Akira had been a true surprise, and the fact that she'd spent the past few mornings sparring and training her had not helped her maintain her self control. If not for the fact that she secretly shared a room with the swimmer's sensei (and that she shared a room with the rest of the Mahora girls), she was sure that she'd have tried to slip into her bed at over the past two nights. Ranma had also vowed to avoid eating or consuming any more alcohol on any of the other dates after their date had ended up in the park. It was also after her date with the lithe swimmer that she had taken up meditating again.

Haruna had proven to be more subdued. More interested in seeing her cosplaying as various anime/manga characters and using her recently developed ability to change her appearance, the manga-ka had made it known that though she was attracted to her (technically him as she had been a he at the time), she had realized that she was attracted more to the chaos in her life then to, well, her. Parting as friends, their short-lived relationship had proven that she could remain friends with a girl even after having had romantic feelings for them. Well, it had only two days, but still, it was a start.

Kazumi though had proven to be very aggressive. If the girl had purple hair and could fight, Ranma would have sworn that she was an Amazon. The sneaky class reporter was not as innocent (or inexperienced) as she let on, though that wasn't entirely bad either. Her aggressiveness had not been a surprise given that she had been the only girl to actually initiate a kiss with Ranma before. If not for the (un)timely arrival of the ghost girl Sayo, Ranma was sure that she would have made the front page of the school's newspaper, or tabloid at least. It was after that date that she had re-mastered the fundamentals of meditation.

Konoka had been another enjoyable date (though in truth, all the dates were enjoyable). Having never danced before it was oddly refreshing to spend the evening on the dance floor with the den mother of the group. If not for the incident with Hakkon and his harem the night might have lasted longer. Unfortunately given the issues between the cursed youth and the sibling of the five demons contained within her had brought an abrupt end to the carefree night of dancing.

The oldest of the girls, Takane had also appeared to be the most prudish in public, but in private the girl was anything but. Then again, she was the one that had made a habit of sneaking into Ranma's bed and curling up with her when they were in the jungle and on the Predator. Able to teleport through the shadows the girl had proven to be the most resourceful in sneaking into his suite. Given that she wasn't one of Negi's students (or one of the girls Ranma had sworn to protect) their relationship had quickly become very physical. That was also the only date in which the cursed boy had not eaten anything.

The date with Kaede had been different and completely unexpected. Never a big fan of ping pong, or table tennis, the cursed martial artist had reluctantly agreed to play the magical world's version with the surprisingly skilled ninja girl. Playing the magical world's version of ping pong (substitute nunchucks for paddles and solid titanium balls for the light plastic ones though) and the game became much challenging, especially when you were working with the same sized table. Watching several teams playing, it was clear to the cursed boy turned girl that winning entailed more then just managing to avoid hitting your partner (though some players were trying to hit their partner) and hitting the other team with the ball (Ranma had fouled out of the first game for knocking out the titan of a beastman with a mean hit to the creature's reproductive organs (not all humanoids kept them in the same place)). Winning at nunchuck table tennis had been fun, but it was definitely not the highlight of their date, which ended with a bang (well, several bangs, and several severely dented pots, pans, and plate-mail).

But it was the final date with Asuna that had made her forget about all the other dates. The meal with the normally fiery carrot-top had been enjoyable as they traded friendly barbs and quips, but nothing outstanding or memorable like the other dates. If not for the good night kiss Ranma probably would not have thought that anything remarkable had happened during the whole evening.

It wasn't that the kiss was particularly good, or mind blowing, in fact, it was completely lacking. Accidentally slipping into her mind with his erratic telepathy the cursed youth found that Ranma couldn't actually read her thoughts, almost as though she hadn't been there.

With a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach (which wasn't due to the copious amount of exotic food he'd consumed) Ranma had decided to slip back into a meditative state. Creating another feather clone dubbed Quad (short for quadruple); she had sent the third clone to spy on the girls. Waiting for word from Quad that Asuna had gone to sleep, the cursed martial artist slowly prepared her mind and body. Feeling the sudden rush of information as Quad dissipated she blinked back the memories confirming that Asuna had fallen asleep.

Finding himself (because for some basic reason he always appeared in his male form in the dreamscape) in the foggy dreamscape the cursed boy quickly found his center.

"Ranma," the vampire called out in greeting, "what a rare surprise. I'd have thought you were getting it on with Asuna by now."

"It would be unbecoming of a 'man amongst men' to not please his women," Katia teased, joining in on the fun.

"I'm not here for fun," he stated, walking past the two as he examined the dream spheres that represented the dreamscapes of all the people he'd kissed. "Is anyone in Asuna's dreams?"

If not for the impatient tone that the normally relaxed and carefree Ranma had as he spoke the vampire would have taunted the youth for inquiring about the dreams of the girl he'd just been out on a date with.

"No," Katia replied. "No one's been in her dreams for three nights now."

Hand on his chin, the cursed martial artist examined the spheres again. "Three days; you're sure about that?"

"That is unusual," Lynx stated, finally realizing the significance. "Does she have a sleeping problem like yours?"

Shaking his head Ranma replied, "I don't need as much sleep with all the extra power in my reserves so I don't need to sleep as much, and meditating allows my mind to rest so I don't have to sleep as much. But she's asleep right now - one of the clones just informed me that she was asleep."

Several spheres floated through the air before him. Grabbing the newest one he tried to peer into it.

"What's this?" he asked, turning to the only succubus not presently in a dream.

"It's an empty dream, what we call a voided dream," Katia explained. An odd light gleamed in her eyes as she processed the information. "Did you kiss 'Asuna'?"

Ranma eyed his two companions, not sure what they were eluding. "Well, yeah. You know; a good night kiss at the end of the date."

Lynx and Katia quickly exchanged glances before looking at the sphere then back at Ranma.

"What? What do you know?" he asked.

"We don't know for sure," Lynx replied.

"But there is the possibility that the 'Asuna' you kissed isn't the real one," Katia finished. "I was thinking that it was a doppelganger of some sort. Something created to mimic her, even act like her, but without an actual soul or thoughts of its own."

"Have you tried to read her mind?" the vampire asked.

"Accidentally, yeah," Ranma admitted. "It was like looking into the mind of someone deep in meditation."

"Hmm…" the succubus hemmed. "Don't do anything stupid like confronting it. The doppelganger might be sending whoever sent it visual and audio transmissions as well as pretending to be Asuna."

Despite the fact that he didn't need to breath (it is the dreamscape after all), Ranma exhaled deeply. Contemplating his options he considered the information before him. Negi would definitely freak out and couldn't act worth a lick; Konoka was a good actress, but this was her closest friend so her reliability was a double edged sword; Setsuna might be able to help, but she wasn't as close to Asuna and might leak the information to Konoka; Kaede was usually aloof and great at spying, but the other girls might take that as a sign of rivals spying on each other to get an edge, which could work; Nodoka and her telepathy artifacts combo could be useful, and it would keep her from trying to spy on him; Chamo was fairly knowledgeable, usually discreet enough to keep things to himself, and he wasn't going off on with Negi to go train.

Hearing the splashing of water as the women bathed Ranma inhaled deeply, taking in the cool, comforting morning air. Opening her eyes she stretched her neck and back before standing up. An entire night of sitting in the lotus position as she meditated had not been kind to her normally constantly moving muscles leg muscles. Cracking her joints she stood up and enjoyed the view.

While much of the city of Ostia consisted of randomly built stone, clay, or brick buildings, the Urborg was different. Carved into the side of a sundered mountain, it offered several terraces and balconies on the back side of the building, offering a wonderful view of the ocean a kilometers below. The seven story building also had several balconies at the front of the building with a decent view of the city, though it was modest given that it overlooked the residential district rather then the busier and livelier markets or even the taverns. The third and fourth floors were for the many guests that stayed at the inn, with a large indoor bath on the northern end of the third floor. The fifth floor housed the live in staff of the Urborg, with most of the vacant guest rooms, reserved for prize fighters and their entourages, on the sixth floor. The twin suites also happened to be on the sixth floor. The seventh floor was home to the modest courtyard and open air baths. While each apartment had a small bathroom and shower, the open air baths were much more popular. Protected by the anti-scrying, anti-flying, and a multitude of other wards, the only way up to the seventh floor courtyard and baths was from the stairwells on the north and south sides of the courtyard (Ranma and Kaede had tried to sneak in, unfortunately they had failed several times, landing in the open kitchen on the ground floor).

Mind cleared of all distractions and focused on the day ahead he quickly shifted into a relaxed stance. After performing several katas his body felt much more relaxed and loose.

"Ranko," Purraj called out as the Pardic woman emerged from the bathhouse. "Don't forget that they'll be posting the brackets for the tournament this morning. I should have a copy by breakfast."

"Okay," she shouted back as she flipped through the air, lashing out with several Tae Kwon-do kicks as the women departed the courtyard. Kata complete, Ranma grabbed her water bottle to quench her thirst.

"Good morning Ranko," Chachamaru greeted, emerging from the south stairwell (which was closest to the suites). Behind the gynoid several other figures emerged as the Mahora girls arrived for their morning practice.

After an hour of trying not to let Kaede's bouncing breasts, (the fake) Asuna's cute buttocks (how could you recreate such a cute ass?), or imagining Akira naked was truly trying. Despite her best efforts of controlling herself she couldn't help but give in just a little to her teenage hormone infested body, still, they were only slight concessions, not a declaration of defeat. Not wanting to push the limits of the girls (only Setsuna, Kaede, Ku Fei and Chachamaru weren't novices after all) she dismissed them. Pulling her eyes off of the tantalizing sight of some of them leaving, Ranma focused on her other task at hand. Soul of Ice, she thought to herself, Soul of Ice. Performing several katas as the girls bathed, Ranma tried valiantly to remove the lingering visuals from her mind.

Firmly entrenched in the belief that a cold shower was what she needed Ranma retreated to the suite she shared with Kotaro and Negi (Kojirou and Nagi technically).

"Done already?" the dog hanyo asked as he spotted the older martial artist.

"For now," Ranma replied. "Purraj says that she'll have the posted brackets at breakfast. The girls are in the bathhouse."

Seeing the perverted look on the ermine's face, Ranma quickly grabbed hold of the young mage's familiar. "Sorry, I need to make sure he's not going to sneak in and peek on the girls," Ranma insisted as the youths headed up to the courtyard.

"I'm just…" seeing that neither boy cared to turn back for him, Chamo sighed.

With the need for some privacy, Ranma quickly created a feather clone. Sending Quinn (short for quintuplet) to seal the room and keep the girls and boys away from the room, Ranma set Chamo down before splashing herself with some warm water.

"This is way beyond keeping me away from the girls," the observant ermine stated.

"You're right," Ranma conceded. "I think Asuna's a fake, or doppelganger."

Clearly skeptical of the notion, the rodent eyed the martial artist. "What makes you think that?"

"You know that I've got five lust demons bound to me, right?"

Chamo nodded, "And you or the succubae can slip into the dreams of anyone you've kissed on the lips."

"Asuna hasn't been asleep for the past three days," Ranma stated. "It's more then just protecting her dreams and warding me or others from entering her dreams, she's simply not asleep, at least not normally."

"A spell induced sleep?" the ermine suggested. "Not likely, she's immune to magic."

"Magic, as in mana powered spells," the pigtailed martial artist pointed out, "but what if it was ki based?"

Chamo blinked, realizing the implications. "But can it be done?"

Ranma nodded. "I've learned that even though the mechanics are different, it can be done."

"We need to tell Negi."

"No, if we do, we risk letting whomever put the fake Asuna know that we're on to them. You know Negi's going to do something that'll tip them off, especially if the fake is broadcasting everything she sees and hears."

Relenting to the cursed martial artist's logic, Chamo nodded. "So what do we do?"

"I need you to keep an eye on Asuna."

Even in this situation the ermine wasn't sure if he should tell Ranma about the spying already going on. He had promised Chisame after all. He would have to bring it up to the others though, well, maybe just Chisame and Nodoka.

"Can you talk to Nodoka to see if she can pick up on the fake or the real Asuna with her artifact?" the gender changing youth asked, setting that idea for the ermine. "If she can get a read on either one then we might be able to find something out."

"What about your telepathy?"

"Limited at best, erratic at worst," he admitted. "I think I'll go have a talk with Jack though. Wish I could find him. Maybe I can convince Ryoga to help out too - the compass that Eva gave him might come in handy."

Blessed with a truly inspired idea, the ermine pulled out the panties he'd collected from his encounter with Fate's girls.

"Incoming," Quinn hissed before dispelling himself and his wards.

"I ain't going to wear those for you, you hear me?" Ranma muttered, pointing at the ermine. "And I don't want to hear about you stealing their panties either."

Chamo looked scandalized by the accusations. Stashing his prized possessions back in panty space (as he referred to it) he scowled at the gender changing youth. "This pair belongs to those cute girls that Fate sent after us! They're trophies of a well deserved victory!"

Dashing out of the cursed youth's reach the ermine quickly fled the room.

"Whose underwear did he steal this time?" Yuna asked patting her butt to make sure that the ermine hadn't stolen hers on his way out of the room.

*****

Strong winds and dark storm clouds hinted at the encroaching storm. Sighing, Haruna turned around, eying her mousy friend. Thinking about their encounter last night the manga ka couldn't help but think that Nodoka was up to something.

"Paru?" the mousy girl gently called out her name, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Hm?"

"Did you really break up with Ranma?"

Looking up at her friend, Haruna flashed a half hearted smile. "Sort of," she finally replied. "I like him and all, but I don't think that I'm up to the challenge of competing with all the other girls for him. I'm too young to try and find the guy that I'm going to marry."

Moving over to comfort her friend, Nodoka sat beside her.

"So if you're not going for him anymore, can you tell us about the agreement that you and the other girls made?" Chisame inquired.

Catching the glint in the internet idol's eyes Haruna smiled. "I can't tell you everything, but I can give you some idea of what they agreed to."

"Well, now they're only seven of them, officially," Chachamaru stated. "You can still go with the name 'Seven Samurai'."

Looking at each of the three girls the manga ka slowly realized the scope of their curiosity.

"We were debating between calling you the Seven Samurai, even though there were eight of you, or calling you the Hoshino Tigers," Misora interjected. "But you were short one player. Still, the baseball analogy seemed to fit considering all the bases that you all were getting."

Eyes wide in shock Haruna incidentally pushed Nodoka under the surface of the hot bath. "What?!" Seeing the plight of her flailing friend, she quickly pulled the mousy girl back up. "Sorry," she muttered.

"But since you've dropped out of contentions I vote for 'Seven Samurai'," the sneaky runner stated. "Still, the baseball analogies were good."

"I'd never had thought that Kaede would have hit a grand slam," Chachamaru stated, using the lingo of the conversation.

"I can't believe Akira got tagged out stealing home," Ako stated, not completely up to speed on the terminology or the conversation as she waded into their end of the bath. "I didn't think she played baseball. But to think she almost got a home run. I can see Kaede hitting a grand slam, even against Ranma's pitching, but who was on base at the time? I figured he'd be a better pitcher."

The short haired troublemaker fell over, falling into the waist deep water as she clutched her sides. Clearly not everyone was in on the spying, at least, not as deep as others.

* * * * *

Just as Purraj had said, the postings of the brackets for the Ostia Championship Tournament had arrived during breakfast.

"So, we're up against the team known as The Wicked Redeemers," Ranko stated as she looked up at the poster. Good, I get to settle a score right of the bat.

"I wouldn't underestimate them," the stout Pardic advised. "They're one of the teams heavily favored to win the tournament. Especially after Crimson, the team founder, cashed in on that huge bounty on… what was his name?"

"Ranma Saotome," Irini supplied.

"Yes, Ranma Saotome," Purraj nodded. "Even though some of the other team members were injured on that job word was that Crimson recruited another member to stand in for them. I had thought that the tale were simply rumor, but seeing the postings I can't help but think that they might just might have what it takes to make it to the quarter final round – no offense to any of you."

Ranko nodded, not wanting to give off any hint that she was actually the Ranma Saotome.

"Raksha the Golden Fang is a legendary warrior, almost on par with the legendary mercenary Jack Rakan, and the original Nagi Springfield," the feline stated.

"But the clear favorites are the newly added Team Rakan," the dwarf stated. "Word is that the legendary fighter himself appeared and challenged all of Team Salazar, defeated them all, and claimed their invitation. As last years second place team they were heavily favored to make it to the championship round and even win it this year."

"The only weak link might be this Ryoga Hibiki," Purraj pointed out as she turned to Ranma. "You bested him the other day, right? But if he's a pupil of Rakan's then he'll be vastly improved by the time the tournament starts tomorrow."

"Just how good is Ryoga?" Kotaro/Kojirou asked.

Looking down at the two disguised youths Ranma shrugged. "He's a step and a half behind me, but if you can't keep up with me then you're in trouble."

Taking a few minutes to compare strengths and talk strategy Ranma knew that things were not going to be easy. Neither Negi nor Kotaro had the brute strength to hurt Ryoga, much less Rakan. And of course they couldn't look past Crimson and Raksha in the first round either. If the Golden Fang was almost on par with the legendary Rakan then the cursed youth knew that they were in for a fight.

"Sorry, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to meet someone," Ranma said as he got up.

"Another date?" Kotaro joked.

"What's that, haven't you had enough?" Purraj asked, joining in on the fun. "You've already had eight in three days; if you were a man you'd have run out of energy after the second day."

Blushing, Ranko caught the slightly dark look that the young mage cast in her direction. Even though Negi meant well for his students, it was clear that he had mixed feelings about Ranko dating so many of them at once.

"No date today," she replied honestly. Without saying anything more she quickly retreated, leaving the room before anyone else could get a word in edgewise.

Initially Ranma had resisted having to fight as Ranko. Though the gender cursed youth knew that it was safer for them all, there was apart of him that wanted to fight against the best competition as a guy. True, her angelic form had some benefits, but so to did the male form. Still, she had been entered as Ranko Tendo, so ultimately she had to compete as Ranko Tendo.

Strolling through the streets of Ostia the cursed martial artist made her way towards one of the lesser used commons. Seeing a few people pointing at her she knew without having to use her limited telepathy that they recognized her from the posters. Slipping around a corner she quickly changed her features, making her less recognizable to the casual observer.

Reaching the observatory deck Ranma signed. Early (or at least earlier than the other person) the now blond and pony-tailed young man easily made his way around the commons without attracting any undue attention. Catching sight of the tall, muscular warrior with is dark skin, Ranma waved.

"Hey!" gruff fighter greeted as he approached the ledge.

"Yo!" she returned.

Eying each other the two fighters nodded in acknowledgement before assuming a more relaxed stance.

"So you were Negi's old man's rival?" the young blond asked.

"And you're the insurance policy that Eva hired?" the older man deflected.

"Why did you suddenly enter the tournament?"

"To prove I'm the best."

"Even though you know that you might allow Fate a chance to destroy the world?"

"Ah," Jack replied, sitting down. "You know about that?"

Glaring at the man Ranma wondered just what kind of games the mercenary was playing.

"I need you to promise that you won't tell Negi anything that I tell you, unless I tell you that it's okay for you to tell him."

Silently the two fighters stared at each other. Finally, unwilling to budge on his stance Jack stood up, clearly ready to leave.

"Fate has Asuna," Ranma declared.

"Promise me you won't tell Negi anything."

"Fine!"

"Your word as a martial artist," Rakan insisted.

"My honor as a martial artist," Ranma repeated.

* * * * *

In his (having changed back prior to Jack sharing the story) entire life Ranma had never truly considered the long term effects and fall out of his many fights. Sure, Saffron had threatened to kill Akane and wanted revenge for what he, Mouse and Ryoga had done to him the god-ling; and he had leveled a mountain fighting Herb; but the scope and magnitude of Fate's plan was… was overwhelming. It was more then simply revenge, or conquering a kingdom or country; it was genocide.

But what had truly surprised him had been Jack's apparent apathy towards Fate's apparent plans. "And you're okay with this?"

"Of course I'm not," the mercenary replied. "But I already know my role in the grand scheme of things. I know that I can't defeat Fate, merely delay him; especially if he has the princess. And you, you're just another piece of the puzzle. You can help Negi beat Fate, or not, but as much as you want to be the one, that job is Negi's."

"But he can't beat me, much less you."

"Right now, no, but he's got a week to get stronger," Jack stated. "I've done all that I can for him, and so have you. Negi needs to win on his own – anything less then that and he fails. If he fails then it's all over."

Ranma shuddered. To think that the kid would eventually be that powerful, but that it all hinged on being able to pass the next hurdle and proving himself; it was just overwhelming.

A sudden and powerful punch to the jaw jarred him from his thoughts as it sent him sprawling across the commons. Picking himself up Ranma quickly leap into a defensive stance.

"Woops," Jack stated, scratching his head. "I didn't think you were that out if it." Extracting a mirror the mighty warrior held it up for Ranma. "That seal will keep you from accidentally spilling any thing."

Slowly the red seal faded, replaced with the clear markings of a hard punch. Feeling a tingling of odd energy flowing through his mind Ranma knew that the seal would prevent even the bonded demons from accidentally spilling the information.

"If the time comes and I'm not around, it falls on you to tell the kid the truth."

* * * * *

In all his years Szadeck had honestly not expected anyone to master so many Angelic scrolls. Then again, he'd never seen a true angel, and the few Nephalim he'd encountered were not close to being as powerful as the young hybrid Nephalim (he couldn't really call Ranma a Nephalim as the young man had been cursed to turn into an juvenile Nephalim and through sheer will and ability had undergone and survived the transition to adult Nephalim). Even the use of those ingenious feather clones had been pure brilliance, allowing the youth to master the remaining scrolls in the span of three days.

Still, with all that he had learned, the ancient vampire knew that the price could be more then the youth was able to bear.

"Done already," he asked, "Duce was it?"

"Um, yeah," the feather clone replied.

Wearing a copy of the original's backless shirt the redhead walked over, repeating the odd ritual. Standing tall Quinn pulled out her wings, letting the ancient vampire examine the strange markings appearing on her wings.

"My, my," the vampire exclaimed. Hunger and Restlessness already, Mirror isn't too bad, Lure could be bad though, Szadeck though as he listed the curses that the clones (Duce and Trip) had picked up for the Ranma (original), well, if they truly did carry over to the original. If they didn't, then the skilled martial artist truly had found away around the curses, if not, well, he really was a curse magnet.

*****

A/N

Not much to say this time. I'm still working on the side fic, so not much to say from my end.

The thing with the clones – the first clone is Duce, second is Trip, third is Quad, and fourth is Quinn. Ranma only makes four, but refers to himself as the original, so the first clone is the second Ranma, etc.

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