The Water Merchant: Part Three
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
~*~
Ranma settled comfortably on his high perch, safely a boy again, and with food. Sitting
high on a pole, near the Market, Ranma looked down on the busy city life.
Munching on a roll, he scanned the crowd. Spotting several people he knew, he was glad
they didn't look up and spot him. He sure wasn't in the mood for a fight today.
Then he spotted Ryoga among the many people. He watched and waited to see what he
would do. To Ranma's complete amazement, Ryoga didn't stop once to ask questions.
Obviously, Ryoga didn't need directions for once.
As soon as Ryoga left the market, Ranma jumped down from his perch and began
walking after Ryoga, along the fence. Ryoga wasn't in a hurry, which wasn't unusual, but
he didn't carry his usual depressed air.
Ranma pondered this for a minute before speaking to Ryoga.
"Hey!" Ranma called out, somewhat halted by seeing Ryoga back in Nerima so soon.
Ryoga stopped and half turned.
"What is it that you want?" Ryoga said, his voice stern, yet he wasn't challenging. Ranma
didn't feel the tense depressed energy that usually emanated from Ryoga. Ranma stepped
back a bit, he didn't like this. Ryoga was…calm. Serene, almost, if such a word could be
used for the strong boy fighter.
"I just wanted…to know…uh…uh…why you were here so soon? I mean, bad sense of
direction and all…" Ranma blurted, not really having a good excuse except his curiosity.
And that could get him in trouble. 'Not that I can't handle Ryoga…' Ranma smirked.
"I came to see Akane Tendo. Because…" Ryoga looked on Ranma with pity, knowing he
still had his curse. It'd been about three weeks now since the golden haired girl had cured
Ryoga, and he still wasn't all that used to not changing when cold water hit him. But
instead of feeling that gloating he'd had in mind, he felt a certain sorrow for a fellow
warrior.
"Because?" Ranma wondered why Ryoga looked so…sad…it was making him nervous.
"…You'll find out." Ryoga turned away from Ranma.
Ranma stood in the middle of the emptying street, looking at Ryoga's back retreating
from him.
'I wonder what the hell happened to him out there?' Ranma scratched the back of his
head, when a dousing of water hit him all of a sudden. Two small hands eagerly grabbed
at the now female Ranma's chest.
"PERVERT!!" Ranma lashed out and tired to catch the little imp with the sack on his
back that was full of bras and panties he'd been collecting. But he managed to slip out of
her fingers. He glomped her chest again, giggling like a madman as he fed on her ki
energy.
Ranma felt a red heat coming to her face as she began chasing Happosai down the street,
in the same direction Ryoga had taken.
"YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!"
Ryoga turned at the sound of Ranma's voice, now female. He saw Happosai heading for
him like an arrow from a tightly drawn bow. Ryoga remained passive.
"What a haul, what a haul!!" Happosai gloated exultantly as he hopped down the street,
looking back at Onna Ranma chasing him.
He didn't see Ryoga.
Ranma watched as Happosai drew nearer to Ryoga, who looked to be waiting for the
little man. Ranma didn't know what Ryoga was about to do, but whatever it was,
Happosai wasn't watching for it.
"What a ha-!! EH!!"
*BAM*
"Got you, old man." Ryoga now held Happosai in the air, by the collar of his shirt. A
sack-full of bras and panties now lay all over the street.
"What!?" Happosai started to turn red. He was angry. Ryoga looked at him calmly.
"Can I send you on your way, old man?" Ryoga asked politely.
"Yes you can, m'boy, just let me get my things…" Happosai said happily, thinking he
was getting his things back.
"No, I meant…NOW!!!" With a mighty kick, Ryoga launched Happosai into the air, in
the same direction he had been heading: towards the Tendo Dojo.
"You idiot!" Ranma yelled at Ryoga when she reached him. "That was the wrong way!"
"What do you mean?" Ryoga asked, innocently.
"I mean, that's the way to the Tendo Dojo! He'll be steaming when I get back!!"
Ranma's pretty face was flushed. "I don't need that lecher sucking my ki!"
"I'm sorry! But you don't have to call me an idiot!" Ryoga wasn't really in the mood for
arguing with Ranma, female or otherwise. He just wanted to see Akane. "I just wanted to
see Akane and get rid of that pest."
"But you launched him practically to Akane!!" Ranma yelled full in his face and then
turned to stomp away. "You're an idiot to think Akane would like someone like that!"
"Do you think I'm an idiot to think she'll like me if I'm cured?"
Ranma stopped. The quiet question, put like that, had a bombshell effect.
"CURED!?" Ranma turned, her small red braid swishing through the air as she did so.
"You're cured!?"
"Yes." Ryoga felt a small smile coming to his face remembering how it had happened.
"WHY YOU!!!!!" Ranma pounced on Ryoga, holding him by the front of his shirt.
Ryoga didn't react or back away. He looked down on Ranma calmly.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed for something. That something just HAPPENED to be
a bucket of cold water. Hauling it around, she dumped it on Ryoga's head.
"See-!!!!" Ranma had started to taunt, but all she could see, instead of a little black pig at
her feet, was a dripping wet Ryoga staring at her.
Ranma blacked out. It was just too much.
Ryoga looked at Ranma pityingly and then headed for the Tendo Dojo.
Dr. Tofu found Ranma later and took her to the clinic for the treatment of severe shock.
~*~
"When will Onii-san get back, Papa-san?" Genmuu asked her father, looking out the
window. Genma was beside her, looking down on his daughter. His brow furrowed in
thought.
"I don't know, Genmuu." He looked puzzled and then laid a hand on her shoulder. The
two were alone in one of the front rooms of the Tendo Dojo.
"Genmuu, can you prove you're my daughter? You're blonde, unlike myself or your
mother." He asked, saying what was weighing heavily on his heart. He was wondering
whether or not his wife had been honest to him or this girl was lying to the both of them.
"Papa-san, I can't explain how I got to be blonde until Onii-san gets here. But this will
tell you of my training and the years I was gone from Mama-san." Genmuu reached into
her knapsack, which held her belt now, and pulled out a faded piece of paper.
She held it out to her father.
He gulped, and he had a sinking feeling he knew what it was.
"This…is…" He reached for it.
"The map you left behind, the Japanese translation of the Chinese route…" Genmuu
finished the sentence for him. She had a smile on her face.
Genma looked somewhat at a loss for words. Then he got angry with himself. "If only I'd
have not left this behind…I'd not be in the state I am today…"
"You're a Juusenkyou victim, Papa-san." Genmuu said, matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Genma stared at his youngest child.
"I should know, Papa-san. In seven years, I completed that route you'd mapped out. I
learned of yours and Onii-san's exploits and had many hard battles to settle your old
scores. Yet my reward was great, Papa-san. I am now like you and Onii-san!" She
grinned up at him.
"You…went to Juusenkyou?" Her father looked at her warily. Then he got an idea.
Pulling a bucket of water from nowhere, he poured it quickly on his daughter. Genmuu
had suspected this was going to come, and didn't flinch when her father poured it over
her.
"Nothing?!" Her father yelped. Genma was surprised that his namesake had gone to
Juusenkyou without getting cursed. He looked at her warily again.
"Papa-san, you never knew that the Juusenkyou Guide was a master, did you?" Genmuu
asked quietly.
"A…a master? A master of what?" Genma looked down at the map in his hands. Then he
saw some of his notes. He realized, in his and Ranma's flight from the springs, they'd
missed the most important part of that trip.
To learn the art of Juusenkyou Freestyle. A sacred style of martial arts that would have
been beneficial to the Anything Goes Style of martial arts.
"A master…of Juusenkyou Freestyle?" Genma managed to get out weakly.
"Yes, Papa-san. I was taught under him." Genmuu looked out the window again and
sighed. Genma noticed something akin to a depressive state came over Genmuu.
"Is something wrong, my child? Is that how you became blonde?"
"Yes, Papa-san." She sighed again. "Every time I use the Freestyle method, my hair gets
lighter and my eyes do too. I'll look like an old lady, with white hair and eyes." Genmuu
buried her face in her hands.
Genma didn't know what to say, except he felt a real feeling of pride for his daughter.
He leaned over and said softly, "I'm proud of you, Muu-esu." Then he tiptoed away.
Genmuu remained at the window, awaiting the return of her brother, when Akane came
in.
"Genmuu-san?" Akane said timidly, not knowing what to think of her fiancée's sister.
"Yes, Akane-sama?" Genmuu turned and bowed.
"Would you like to take your knapsack up to my room? I've been told that is where you
will be staying." Akane said, smiling at the girl. But she was afraid Genmuu would be
just like her brother…half and half.
"Thank you, Akane-sama. I would like tha-"
Genmuu was cut short in her sentence, when Happosai came bounding into the room.
"Girls girls!" Happosai giggled when he saw Akane and immediately glomped her.
Akane quickly threw him to the floor and called to Genmuu, "Keep him away, he sucks
on your ki!"
"My ki?" Genmuu said passively. Happosai detected the voice and turned. He began
drooling.
"Oh my sweetie, why don't you come to Happosai-kun?" He prepared to glomp her very
liberally endowed chest.
"I don't like this." Genmuu stood up, looking down on the little man. Akane then noticed
the spotted bandana tied around the end of Genmuu's braid.
"Oh come to poppa!" Happosai jumped directly at her chest with an insane speed and
need for female ki.
He found himself hugging her arm. And getting no ki.
"Genmuu?!" Akane asked, because Genmuu's eyes were dilated and she looked tired.
"I'll get you my pretty!!" Happosai tried to quickly move to Genmuu's chest, but this
time, he was underneath her foot, very Saotome-style indeed.
"No, not this time." And then Genmuu's battle aura began to grow, showing in a golden
light surrounding her body.
"But she has no ki!!" Happosai wailed, because he found out that a girl, who had kept her
ki energy away from him, had tricked him, a master. And even now, her strange ki level
was rising, and he couldn't tap into it.
Akane's eyes just got bigger as the glow got brighter.
"Why do you do it, Happosai-sama?"
Happosai gasped. What kind of question was that?
~*~
A/N: I'm having fun. I hope you people are too, I really like where this is going, thanks
for all your support I need more reviews! Lol, Happosai feeds on ki, I feed on reviews,
*laughs* ~Tsutae~
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
~*~
Ranma settled comfortably on his high perch, safely a boy again, and with food. Sitting
high on a pole, near the Market, Ranma looked down on the busy city life.
Munching on a roll, he scanned the crowd. Spotting several people he knew, he was glad
they didn't look up and spot him. He sure wasn't in the mood for a fight today.
Then he spotted Ryoga among the many people. He watched and waited to see what he
would do. To Ranma's complete amazement, Ryoga didn't stop once to ask questions.
Obviously, Ryoga didn't need directions for once.
As soon as Ryoga left the market, Ranma jumped down from his perch and began
walking after Ryoga, along the fence. Ryoga wasn't in a hurry, which wasn't unusual, but
he didn't carry his usual depressed air.
Ranma pondered this for a minute before speaking to Ryoga.
"Hey!" Ranma called out, somewhat halted by seeing Ryoga back in Nerima so soon.
Ryoga stopped and half turned.
"What is it that you want?" Ryoga said, his voice stern, yet he wasn't challenging. Ranma
didn't feel the tense depressed energy that usually emanated from Ryoga. Ranma stepped
back a bit, he didn't like this. Ryoga was…calm. Serene, almost, if such a word could be
used for the strong boy fighter.
"I just wanted…to know…uh…uh…why you were here so soon? I mean, bad sense of
direction and all…" Ranma blurted, not really having a good excuse except his curiosity.
And that could get him in trouble. 'Not that I can't handle Ryoga…' Ranma smirked.
"I came to see Akane Tendo. Because…" Ryoga looked on Ranma with pity, knowing he
still had his curse. It'd been about three weeks now since the golden haired girl had cured
Ryoga, and he still wasn't all that used to not changing when cold water hit him. But
instead of feeling that gloating he'd had in mind, he felt a certain sorrow for a fellow
warrior.
"Because?" Ranma wondered why Ryoga looked so…sad…it was making him nervous.
"…You'll find out." Ryoga turned away from Ranma.
Ranma stood in the middle of the emptying street, looking at Ryoga's back retreating
from him.
'I wonder what the hell happened to him out there?' Ranma scratched the back of his
head, when a dousing of water hit him all of a sudden. Two small hands eagerly grabbed
at the now female Ranma's chest.
"PERVERT!!" Ranma lashed out and tired to catch the little imp with the sack on his
back that was full of bras and panties he'd been collecting. But he managed to slip out of
her fingers. He glomped her chest again, giggling like a madman as he fed on her ki
energy.
Ranma felt a red heat coming to her face as she began chasing Happosai down the street,
in the same direction Ryoga had taken.
"YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!"
Ryoga turned at the sound of Ranma's voice, now female. He saw Happosai heading for
him like an arrow from a tightly drawn bow. Ryoga remained passive.
"What a haul, what a haul!!" Happosai gloated exultantly as he hopped down the street,
looking back at Onna Ranma chasing him.
He didn't see Ryoga.
Ranma watched as Happosai drew nearer to Ryoga, who looked to be waiting for the
little man. Ranma didn't know what Ryoga was about to do, but whatever it was,
Happosai wasn't watching for it.
"What a ha-!! EH!!"
*BAM*
"Got you, old man." Ryoga now held Happosai in the air, by the collar of his shirt. A
sack-full of bras and panties now lay all over the street.
"What!?" Happosai started to turn red. He was angry. Ryoga looked at him calmly.
"Can I send you on your way, old man?" Ryoga asked politely.
"Yes you can, m'boy, just let me get my things…" Happosai said happily, thinking he
was getting his things back.
"No, I meant…NOW!!!" With a mighty kick, Ryoga launched Happosai into the air, in
the same direction he had been heading: towards the Tendo Dojo.
"You idiot!" Ranma yelled at Ryoga when she reached him. "That was the wrong way!"
"What do you mean?" Ryoga asked, innocently.
"I mean, that's the way to the Tendo Dojo! He'll be steaming when I get back!!"
Ranma's pretty face was flushed. "I don't need that lecher sucking my ki!"
"I'm sorry! But you don't have to call me an idiot!" Ryoga wasn't really in the mood for
arguing with Ranma, female or otherwise. He just wanted to see Akane. "I just wanted to
see Akane and get rid of that pest."
"But you launched him practically to Akane!!" Ranma yelled full in his face and then
turned to stomp away. "You're an idiot to think Akane would like someone like that!"
"Do you think I'm an idiot to think she'll like me if I'm cured?"
Ranma stopped. The quiet question, put like that, had a bombshell effect.
"CURED!?" Ranma turned, her small red braid swishing through the air as she did so.
"You're cured!?"
"Yes." Ryoga felt a small smile coming to his face remembering how it had happened.
"WHY YOU!!!!!" Ranma pounced on Ryoga, holding him by the front of his shirt.
Ryoga didn't react or back away. He looked down on Ranma calmly.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed for something. That something just HAPPENED to be
a bucket of cold water. Hauling it around, she dumped it on Ryoga's head.
"See-!!!!" Ranma had started to taunt, but all she could see, instead of a little black pig at
her feet, was a dripping wet Ryoga staring at her.
Ranma blacked out. It was just too much.
Ryoga looked at Ranma pityingly and then headed for the Tendo Dojo.
Dr. Tofu found Ranma later and took her to the clinic for the treatment of severe shock.
~*~
"When will Onii-san get back, Papa-san?" Genmuu asked her father, looking out the
window. Genma was beside her, looking down on his daughter. His brow furrowed in
thought.
"I don't know, Genmuu." He looked puzzled and then laid a hand on her shoulder. The
two were alone in one of the front rooms of the Tendo Dojo.
"Genmuu, can you prove you're my daughter? You're blonde, unlike myself or your
mother." He asked, saying what was weighing heavily on his heart. He was wondering
whether or not his wife had been honest to him or this girl was lying to the both of them.
"Papa-san, I can't explain how I got to be blonde until Onii-san gets here. But this will
tell you of my training and the years I was gone from Mama-san." Genmuu reached into
her knapsack, which held her belt now, and pulled out a faded piece of paper.
She held it out to her father.
He gulped, and he had a sinking feeling he knew what it was.
"This…is…" He reached for it.
"The map you left behind, the Japanese translation of the Chinese route…" Genmuu
finished the sentence for him. She had a smile on her face.
Genma looked somewhat at a loss for words. Then he got angry with himself. "If only I'd
have not left this behind…I'd not be in the state I am today…"
"You're a Juusenkyou victim, Papa-san." Genmuu said, matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Genma stared at his youngest child.
"I should know, Papa-san. In seven years, I completed that route you'd mapped out. I
learned of yours and Onii-san's exploits and had many hard battles to settle your old
scores. Yet my reward was great, Papa-san. I am now like you and Onii-san!" She
grinned up at him.
"You…went to Juusenkyou?" Her father looked at her warily. Then he got an idea.
Pulling a bucket of water from nowhere, he poured it quickly on his daughter. Genmuu
had suspected this was going to come, and didn't flinch when her father poured it over
her.
"Nothing?!" Her father yelped. Genma was surprised that his namesake had gone to
Juusenkyou without getting cursed. He looked at her warily again.
"Papa-san, you never knew that the Juusenkyou Guide was a master, did you?" Genmuu
asked quietly.
"A…a master? A master of what?" Genma looked down at the map in his hands. Then he
saw some of his notes. He realized, in his and Ranma's flight from the springs, they'd
missed the most important part of that trip.
To learn the art of Juusenkyou Freestyle. A sacred style of martial arts that would have
been beneficial to the Anything Goes Style of martial arts.
"A master…of Juusenkyou Freestyle?" Genma managed to get out weakly.
"Yes, Papa-san. I was taught under him." Genmuu looked out the window again and
sighed. Genma noticed something akin to a depressive state came over Genmuu.
"Is something wrong, my child? Is that how you became blonde?"
"Yes, Papa-san." She sighed again. "Every time I use the Freestyle method, my hair gets
lighter and my eyes do too. I'll look like an old lady, with white hair and eyes." Genmuu
buried her face in her hands.
Genma didn't know what to say, except he felt a real feeling of pride for his daughter.
He leaned over and said softly, "I'm proud of you, Muu-esu." Then he tiptoed away.
Genmuu remained at the window, awaiting the return of her brother, when Akane came
in.
"Genmuu-san?" Akane said timidly, not knowing what to think of her fiancée's sister.
"Yes, Akane-sama?" Genmuu turned and bowed.
"Would you like to take your knapsack up to my room? I've been told that is where you
will be staying." Akane said, smiling at the girl. But she was afraid Genmuu would be
just like her brother…half and half.
"Thank you, Akane-sama. I would like tha-"
Genmuu was cut short in her sentence, when Happosai came bounding into the room.
"Girls girls!" Happosai giggled when he saw Akane and immediately glomped her.
Akane quickly threw him to the floor and called to Genmuu, "Keep him away, he sucks
on your ki!"
"My ki?" Genmuu said passively. Happosai detected the voice and turned. He began
drooling.
"Oh my sweetie, why don't you come to Happosai-kun?" He prepared to glomp her very
liberally endowed chest.
"I don't like this." Genmuu stood up, looking down on the little man. Akane then noticed
the spotted bandana tied around the end of Genmuu's braid.
"Oh come to poppa!" Happosai jumped directly at her chest with an insane speed and
need for female ki.
He found himself hugging her arm. And getting no ki.
"Genmuu?!" Akane asked, because Genmuu's eyes were dilated and she looked tired.
"I'll get you my pretty!!" Happosai tried to quickly move to Genmuu's chest, but this
time, he was underneath her foot, very Saotome-style indeed.
"No, not this time." And then Genmuu's battle aura began to grow, showing in a golden
light surrounding her body.
"But she has no ki!!" Happosai wailed, because he found out that a girl, who had kept her
ki energy away from him, had tricked him, a master. And even now, her strange ki level
was rising, and he couldn't tap into it.
Akane's eyes just got bigger as the glow got brighter.
"Why do you do it, Happosai-sama?"
Happosai gasped. What kind of question was that?
~*~
A/N: I'm having fun. I hope you people are too, I really like where this is going, thanks
for all your support I need more reviews! Lol, Happosai feeds on ki, I feed on reviews,
*laughs* ~Tsutae~