(a/n) - i'm half starting to wonder if i should retitle this story... it's getting to be more nerima omakes than school days :
in other news, the Clan has been updated, a few wives which were there earlier but not on the chart, then one additional wife with accompanying kids. the babies have been aged up too, just for aiding description purposes...
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for anybody wondering about the "ranma 1/2 as a manga" reference, this is from an older omake even before ec:nerima was even thought of, by deus_rasengan2 on the forums (pg7, post #329). as said before, everything is canon so long as you have The Wizard do it...
Emiya Clan - Nerima 09
"Ittai koko ha doko nanda?"
Ryouga growled at nothing in particular as he took in his new surroundings. Large, well-maintained open field; large crowd of people training weapons on him; humongous, sprawling building in the distance... wait what?
He refocused his attention on the approaching crowd. The majority of the front-ranks were young adults, behind them were several groups of teenagers that looked to be his age, and several clusters of even younger children behind them. A school? An uncomfortable proportion of them were brandishing weapons of some sort at him; he could see several sets of swords, staves, daggers, and one of them appeared to have a large gun trained on him.
A tall purple-haired man approached him, his eyes narrowed behind the glasses he wore. "Who are you? How did you get here?"
Ryouga blinked sheepishly and held his hands out in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry about the wall, but I'm not exactly sure how I got here. My name's Ryouga Hibiki." He looked nervously at the crowd, "I, uh... mean you no harm?"
There was a shouted oath, then the crowd began to split up as somebody pushed their way through from behind. "Wait up, Takeshi! I know this guy!"
"You do?" there was confusion in the first man's voice.
"Oh yeah!" A black-haired teen pushed his way out and ran up to the two. He took a close look at Ryouga's face and all but cheered. "Ryouga Hibiki, I can't believe it!"
"Um, do I know you?" the Lost Boy asked.
Takeshi turned to the youth with an annoyed expression. "Haru?"
"Yeah, remember the boulder training I went through, how I got it from that manga?"
Takeshi's hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Chiyo doesn't let me forget. What does that have to do with... wait... no..."
Haru beamed, "Yep."
Ryouga looked between the two in confusion. Things didn't get any clearer when the apparent leader of the group swore openly, cursing something or somebody called 'Zelretch'.
"This... is quite a large house you have," Ryouga said in wonder as he was led through the halls.
"It works," said the excited black-haired teen - Haru. "Try not to get lost." He grinned over his shoulder and Ryouga had the uncomfortable feeling he was being mocked.
Takeshi had dismissed the rest of the children, then appointed Haru to deal with the wayward martial artist. The two made their way to the kitchens, since Haru had just recently returned to the house himself and was 'quite famished' in his words. Along the way Ryouga had plenty of time to wonder at the odd circumstances he currently found himself in. Usually the places he found himself in were public areas. The few times he'd stumbled onto private property he'd been driven out almost immediately. Although, this group had pulled weapons on him...
He decided to blame Ranma for this confusing situation.
"Wrong way," he felt a sudden tug on his sleeve and a voice suddenly spoke up from behind him. Ryouga half jumped and spun around to find a short preteen girl in a black dress staring at him from the cross-corridor. She lifted a lace-covered arm and pointed down the other corridor. "Haru-nii," she said tonelessly.
Haru poked his head from around the corner, "Wow, I can't believe it's really true. Thanks, Chibi."
The goth-loli simply nodded and released his sleeve as he turned back to follow his guide.
"What's really true?" he asked.
"Your sense of direction," came the light reply. "I've read all about it but never expected to see it in action."
"You've read about it?"
"So, I was gonna make myself a sandwich," Haru said, dodging the question. "You want one? Chibi how about you?"
"Pudding," said the girl from behind him.
Ryouga's mind was swimming in total confusion now. These people knew him? And they'd read about him? This was definitely Ranma's fault somehow...
He came to the next intersection and turned the corner only to feel another tug on his sleeve.
"Other way."
Two sandwiches and a pudding later, the three were sitting at a table in what Haru called, the kitchen. It was certainly the largest kitchen he'd ever seen. His companions were also a very odd pair. The girl was happily scooping through her snack, swinging her feet childishly in her chair. It would have been a cute sight, except she maintained an utterly blank expression and was clutching a very creepy doll as she did so.
"So where do you know me from?" he turned to the other boy.
Haru froze with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. "Ah... well, my sister mentioned you."
Ryouga turned to look at creepy girl.
"No, not Chibi - I mean Reiko - my other sister, Koyuki mentioned you."
He frowned, "I don't know anybody by that name either."
Haru frowned through his own sandwich. "Weren't you at that fight of hers last week? Where she and three others challenged Ranma?"
"No," Ryouga tried to search his memory. "I heard about it, but wasn't able to find the school in time."
"How about the Saotome Dojo the week prior? I'm pretty sure I heard you being there at that time."
"I remember a new fiancée," Ryouga growled. "That bastard got himself another one, just to spite sweet Akane..."
"Whoa there," Haru cautioned him. "Wasn't his fault. He happened to trigger a reacti - er, a rule that caused Koyuki to engage herself to him."
Ryouga blinked, "A rule? Is she -"
"Why does everybody keep asking that?"
Chiho jumped at the unexpected outburst from her patient, then double checked to make sure she was still unconscious. Oddly enough, she'd felt the temperature drop briefly in that instant as well. With a shrug, she turned back to her desk to continue her work.
"- Chinese? *splat* HEY!" Ryouga looked around wildly for whoever had just thrown a snowball at his head. The room was completely empty save the three of them, though.
"Huh, I didn't know she had that kind of range," Haru commented.
"A manga?" Ryouga roared.
"See, this is why I didn't really want to tell you," Haru grumbled. "I knew you'd react like this."
"You've read about my life in a manga? How?"
"A wizard did it."
"Bwuh?"
"...and so long story short, one of my sisters is now engaged to Ranma Saotome, while also involved in an ongoing deathmatch of sorts with the heir of the Joketsuzoku," Haru concluded.
Ryouga rubbed his temples. "I just know this is all Ranma's fault..."
"Well, they are technically fighting over him, so you're not actually wrong there..."
"And she's training?" Ryouga perked up slightly. He was interested in seeing what sort of styles this family produced.
"Well," Haru looked a bit subdued. "She's actually resting in the infirmary right now. She got pretty beat up by that Shampoo girl, but she insisted on training immediately and just made her condition worse. I think Chiyo's giving Arika a good lecture right now."
"She is," Reiko piped up.
Haru shuddered. Then turned to a speculative eye on the martial artist. "You know Shampoo better than the rest of us..."
"I know Ranma," Ryouga corrected him. "I have no interest in getting involved with his harem."
"Riiight... but you could still tell us how Koyuki would fare against her. Or give us tips for training her." Haru suddenly leaned forward, his eyes twinkling. "Or how I would fare against her."
Ryouga looked resignedly into the other boy's eyes. "I know that look. You just want a match, don't you."
Haru nodded unashamedly, "Yup. Hey if I win, can you teach me the rest of the Bakusai Tenketsu?"
Ryouga sighed. "Lead me back outside..."
