Hmmm.....Well I had this kicking around in my head
and it was giving me a headache. So I just had to
write it. Sadly I am going to continue this...and I
really wanted to finish something first too...damn.
Hello, my name is Ranma Saotome. Up until yesterday
I was just another ordinary kid. Well...I'm not so ordinary
anymore. Let me tell you about it.
The Secret World of Ranma Saotome.
(an evil Ranma/Alex Mack X-over)
(please note that none of these
characters are mine, and all are
the property of other people.)
Chapter 1: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Home From School...
"Ranma, Yumi," Nodoka called from the downstairs, "it's
time for you to wake up. Your breakfast is ready and
you don't want to be late for school do you?"
Ranma just lay in bead with his eyes closed and threw
a pillow over his head. "Mom, do I have to go to school
today." He whined, "I don't want to start high school."
Yumi poked her head in the door. Her serious face seemed
anathema to him, the bane of his existence. "Come on Ranma
you could at least set your alarm clock in the morning, then
mom wouldn't have to wake you up every morning. You should
take your school more seriously too, I mean really. Doing all
that martial arts with your friends isn't going to get you
anywhere in life. I mean it isn't really a profitable skill."
"Just go away Yumi. You know I would be up early if dad
was here too don't you. We'd be practicing outside already."
"Yes I know you would, but at least martial arts aren't
his whole life, he did major in chemistry you know. Now get
up already."
"Fine, it's not as if I could go back to bed now anyway
after this. Now get out of my room so I can change." It
wasn't fair. All his life it was 'why can't you be more
like your older sister Yumi'. Well he wasn't her, and
he never could be like that stuck up little miss perfect.
Finished dressing, in some jeans and a black t-shirt,
Ranma walked slowly downstairs for breakfast. He was
greeted at the table with an expansive array of foods;
eggs, bacon, cereal, sausages, omelets, and a disapproving
look from his mother. "Mom! We'll never be able to
eat all this. What were you thinking."
Ignoring her son, as usual he thought darkly, Nodoka
clucked disapprovingly. "You aren't going to wear that
to school are you young man? What are your teachers
going to think?"
"What else am I supposed to wear mom? It's not like
I have anything nice to wear, is it? And besides if I
did dress up everyone would laugh at me."
"It's not my fault you have nothing to wear. I do
let you pick out your own clothes you know. And why
would everyone laugh at you? You already know everyone
from last year don't you? So why would they laugh."
Sitting down with a disgusted sigh Ranma began to
eat. "You just don't get it mom, do you?" he muttered
around one mouthful.
"No I guess I don't. And stop speaking with your
mouth full."
Ranma looked over at his sister, and was rewarded
with an amused smile. She was wearing a dress, and,
by his mothers measure looked quite presentable.
Though she definitely wasn't in fashion. Though she
didn't need to worry about making any kind of impression.
She was the smartest person in school.
The rest of the meal meal passed in silence. As Ranma
finished his mother looked up, rather cheerily, and suggested,
"Ranma, dear, why don't you go and put on that nice
orange shirt with the bow-tie."
Ranma tried to suppress his automatic reaction, which
was to gag. "Mom, I'm not going to wear that, it makes
me look gay."
"But it fits doesn't it? And besides your aunt was
nice enough to get it for your birthday. At least try
it on would you." Despite her cheery voice he could
hear the polite command it held, and decided it was better
for all concerned to just go try it on.
When Ranma opened his closet he shuddered as he took
down the clothes. Aunts, he decided, have little to no
taste. Ranma reluctantly put the shirt on over his
present one, with the full intention of taking it off
as soon as was humanly possible.
When he went back downstairs again his mother smiled
and said, "Now, there, that isn't so bad is it? I think
you look nice." Ranma expanded his previous thoughts on
taste to include mothers. Meanwhile his sister was
having trouble not falling out of her chair with suppressed
laughter.
Ranma decided it was definitely time to get out of the
house. "Mom, I gotta go to school. I promised I'd stop
by and pick up Ryouga, and I don't want to be late."
"All right dear, just be careful, and," she held out
a bag to him, "don't forget your lunch."
Ranma left the house with all the speed he could muster,
and as soon as he rounded the corner of the block stripped
the monstrous shirt off and stuffed it in his gym bag.
Ryouga's house was only a couple of streets down, and
conveniently placed right in front of the bus parents took
to work stopped. The whole family had the damnedest ability
to get lost. Ryouga was sitting on the front steps waiting,
as usual. "Hey, Ryouga, buddy. How ya doin? You finally
got that kick down? Or is it still dropping you on your
ass every time you try it?"
Ryouga looked at Ranma with an evil glint in his eye.
"Want to come and find out Ranma?"
"Well we have fifteen minutes before school, so we
have time for a little match."
Placing their empty bookbags on the small porch, Ranma
and Ryouga faced each other in fighting stances. Ryouga
moved first, his fist slamming into the hastily raised
block, to which Ranma countered with a short jab to the
midsection, which was, in turn blocked by Ryouga. The
match quickly became a tangle of fists and feet. One
could tell that the two were quite evenly matched. The
fight went on for about five minutes without either scoring
a hit. That is until Ryouga took a short leap into the
air and kicked Ranma numerous times before landing.
Ranma was knocked back into a waiting bush, which, doing
no real damage to him, definitely did some damage to his
nice, black, shirt. "Damn! Good match Ryouga. Finally
got that kick to work?"
Walking over to him Ryouga helped him up. "Yeah. Took
me a couple of weeks though. Oh man Ranma. We're going
to be late, you gotta change your shirt."
"Huh? Why do I gotta do that?"
"Because, idiot, it's ripped pretty badly in the back."
"Oh man. I can't go home now, my mom thinks I'm
wearing another shirt. I took it off on my way here."
"Well then genius, put it on and let's get going."
Several minutes later, after much combined laughing
and cursing they did set out to school. And, as was
normal for the pair, they slid into their homeroom
just before the late bell.
* * *
Much to Ranma's dismay he had been right about the
ridicule for his shirt today. Everyone made fun of
him, especially that stuck up prick of a sophomore,
Tatewaki(sp) Kuno. Ohhh he wanted to pound that
bastards face in so badly, but he knew he wasn't
good enough to do that...yet anyway. He did however
have the satisfaction of pounding a couple of his
friends though, Hiroshi and Daisuke(sp). They were
nice guys, really they were, but they were just so
easy to beat up.
Unfortunately his antics over clothing earned him
a detention, and on the first day of school no less.
His parents weren't going to be very happy about that,
just one more thing he wasn't as good as his sister in.
To make the wretched day even worse, when he got
out of detention, and went to take Ryouga home, he
had already tried to leave. God, Ryouga would be
absent from school for days.
Despondent, Ranma started walking home, taking the
back way around Ryouga's house. Absorbed in thought
he stopped paying attention to where he was going, and
what was going on around him. So as he started to
cross a street, he never noticed the truck, owned by
Jusenkyo Chemicals, barreling towards him. He never
noticed it, that is until it swerved sharply around him
and hit a telephone pole. Unfortunately for Ranma, who
was, now, right behind the truck. It's back doors swung
open letting a barrel land on the sidewalk in front of
him.
The next few moments would forever be engraved into
Ranma's memory. As the barrel hit the ground the top
somehow came off, spraying Ranma with almost the entire
contents, which appeared to be water. At the same time
as the 'water' hit Ranma, he felt a disturbingly strong
tug throughout his body. Scared nearly half to death
Ranma failed to notice the results of the chemical, and
ran home quickly in fear of getting in any more trouble
than he already was.
* * *
Genma Saotome liked his job. It wasn't his dream job,
of course, that would have been to be a instructor in a
dojo somewhere. But that would never have been able to
support him and his family. Though that didn't mean that
he wouldn't teach his son the art. No, this was a much
better job, it paid well being an engineer at Jusenkyo
Chemicals.
The one thing he didn't understand was his current
project. For the past few months he had been away from
his family working with the American Branch on a really
strange assignment. Director Haposai had personally
requested that he and oversee it's development. Genma's
one big question was why would anyone want to create a
chemical that could alter a creatures DNA, specifically
alter the DNA in such a way as to change the test subject's
sex.
Well the project had been a success. Though it was
still a trifle unstable, he was sure his staff here in
the main branch could fix those problems. Well now that
he was home he needed to report to Haposai, and then he
needed to see his family. Genma arrived at the double
doors that marked Director Haposai's office, looking
over at the secretary she nodded his entrance to him.
Haposai's office was, to put it mildly, eccentric.
Even though the filthy rich were generally allowed their
eccentricities(sp?) he took it to a new level. The room
vaguely reminded Genma of a training hall, except for the
fact that the walls were almost covered in women's undergarments,
the walls as well as a goodly portion of the floor. The
director was, at the moment, not behind the desk, as many
would expect. No he was off in one corner fondling some
of his...collection. Genma, not really wanting to intrude
cleared his throat politely, causing the little old man
to pause and look up.
"Ahhh, Genma my boy. How are you? Your little trip went
well I hope?"
"Didn't you read my reports sir?"
"Yes, yes of course I did. I just feel like hearing it
from you in person."
"Well sir, the tests have led us to believe that formula
NY-31 will work as you have ordered sir. However I do need
to say that while positive results have been taken, the
chemical is still rather unstable and there may be unknown
side effects."
"Good, good. You did well my boy."
"Sir, may I ask a question?"
"Of course, of course Genma. Go right ahead."
"Well sir, I just have one question. Why? I mean why
the chemical to change sex in the first place, and then
on top of that why the rest?"
"Genma my boy the answer to that is simple. How else am
I going to be able to get a date at this age."
As Genma turned his back to leave, faintly disgusted with
his boss, the wretch spoke up one more time. "Genma my boy,
I understand that you are quite good in martial arts."
"I wouldn't say that I was quite that good sir, but I am
by no means a pushover sir."
"Well then boy, how about a little match."
For some reason Genma's spine turned to ice...
* * *
Ranma had run all the way home, and much to his surprise, he
wasn't even winded. Even though he must have been running for
at least four miles. Still fairly shaken up, he had calmed down
enough to notice that he felt a little different than usual,
but he pushed that thought aside as he noted with relief that
neither his mother, or his father, who was scheduled to come
home today, were back yet.
Opening the door he thought he might as well check to see
if they were back, just in case. "Mom! Dad! Anyone home?"
That was when he noticed it, he didn't sound like him anymore.
He sounded more....like a...girl. Hands shaking terribly
he looked down at himself. And to his horror he saw...breasts.
He then did the only sensible thing one could do in such a
situation. He fainted.
Thankfully for him he was only out for a few seconds.
When he came to he forced himself calm, replaying the
recent events in his memory. He realized that it must
have been more than just water in that barrel that had
splashed all over him, it was probably some sort of chemical.
He had to get it off!
Running upstairs was accomplished much faster than the
normal laws of physics should allow, but seeing as Ranma
took the stairs in groups of ten at a time physics made
an exception. Ranma ran into the bathroom and almost tore
his clothes from his body, and immediately started scrubbing
himself down with soap and cold water as he filled the furo.
The scrubbing part took slightly longer than he had would have
wanted. Mostly this was due to the fact that he was not quite
used to being a girl, not at all. [Though,] he thought looking
sideways into a mirror, [I'm not a bad looking specimen am
I?] He looked at himself admiringly for a few seconds before
coming back to himself. [What the fuck am I doing? Snap
our of it Ranma!] Finally finished cleaning off he stepped
into the furo and felt another strong tug throughout his body
and he was back to normal. Breathing a sigh of relief he
muttered quietly, "Thank god!"
* * *
"Ranma! Yumi! I'm home!" Ranma started fully awake
from the comfortable doze he had been in lying in the lukewarm
water of the furo. Was that...dad? Thank god, finally someone
who I can fight, and'll put up a good fight other than Ryouga.
Quickly drying off and getting dressed Ranma proceeded to
bound down the stairs to greet his dad. "Dad, you're home!
How was the trip?"
Gathering his son into a somewhat reluctant hug Genma smiled.
"The trip went fine boy, though most of it I was working. You know
that." He looked down at his son appraisingly and grimaced, "Have
you grown again boy? And what, by all the gods is that shirt you're
wearing!"
Ranma grimaced and plucked at his shirt disapprovingly, "You mean
this? It was a birthday present from Aunt ____."
This time it was Genma's turn to grimace, "Well that explains
it boy. I never did really like that woman, and she has absolutely
the worst taste in clothing. But what in the world were you doing
wearing the blasted thing?"
Ranma looked at his feet, "Well I was going to wear something else,
but mom told me to wear this."
"And you didn't try to switch clothes after you left the house boy?
I'm ashamed of you."
Ranma grinned at that, "Well dad, I tried that, but the other shirt was
torn when I had my morning fight with Ryouga."
Genma looked pensive for a moment, "Really? Well, where is your
mother and sister Ranma?"
"I don't know dad, they aren't home yet. They probably went out to
get Yumi her school supplies."
Genma's eyes gleamed brightly, "Well then boy, get out of that
ridiculous shirt and meet me in the backyard. I want to see if you've
gotten any better." At that he cracked his knuckles menacingly.
Ranma's smile nearly split his face in two. For the first time today
he actually felt good, and the problems from earlier were completely
forgotten. He turned to go upstairs and changed, but then he paused
and called out over his shoulder to his dad, "I can take you any day
old man!"
Genma smiled at his disappearing son. No matter how bad his day
Ranma's enthusiasm in martial arts never ceased to brighten it. Idly
he wondered what things might have turned out like if he had opened
up that dojo along with Tendo all those years ago. How was that man
doing anyway...
Ok, um this didn't go to any prereaders first, so I must apologize for
any grievous errors you find in there. And people I swear I am writing
next chapters for stuff. I'm almost done with The Ranmariad chapter 8.
Isn't that nice? The next chapter of this will be completed...when
the mood strikes me(hopefully after I get some things finished.)
and it was giving me a headache. So I just had to
write it. Sadly I am going to continue this...and I
really wanted to finish something first too...damn.
Hello, my name is Ranma Saotome. Up until yesterday
I was just another ordinary kid. Well...I'm not so ordinary
anymore. Let me tell you about it.
The Secret World of Ranma Saotome.
(an evil Ranma/Alex Mack X-over)
(please note that none of these
characters are mine, and all are
the property of other people.)
Chapter 1: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Home From School...
"Ranma, Yumi," Nodoka called from the downstairs, "it's
time for you to wake up. Your breakfast is ready and
you don't want to be late for school do you?"
Ranma just lay in bead with his eyes closed and threw
a pillow over his head. "Mom, do I have to go to school
today." He whined, "I don't want to start high school."
Yumi poked her head in the door. Her serious face seemed
anathema to him, the bane of his existence. "Come on Ranma
you could at least set your alarm clock in the morning, then
mom wouldn't have to wake you up every morning. You should
take your school more seriously too, I mean really. Doing all
that martial arts with your friends isn't going to get you
anywhere in life. I mean it isn't really a profitable skill."
"Just go away Yumi. You know I would be up early if dad
was here too don't you. We'd be practicing outside already."
"Yes I know you would, but at least martial arts aren't
his whole life, he did major in chemistry you know. Now get
up already."
"Fine, it's not as if I could go back to bed now anyway
after this. Now get out of my room so I can change." It
wasn't fair. All his life it was 'why can't you be more
like your older sister Yumi'. Well he wasn't her, and
he never could be like that stuck up little miss perfect.
Finished dressing, in some jeans and a black t-shirt,
Ranma walked slowly downstairs for breakfast. He was
greeted at the table with an expansive array of foods;
eggs, bacon, cereal, sausages, omelets, and a disapproving
look from his mother. "Mom! We'll never be able to
eat all this. What were you thinking."
Ignoring her son, as usual he thought darkly, Nodoka
clucked disapprovingly. "You aren't going to wear that
to school are you young man? What are your teachers
going to think?"
"What else am I supposed to wear mom? It's not like
I have anything nice to wear, is it? And besides if I
did dress up everyone would laugh at me."
"It's not my fault you have nothing to wear. I do
let you pick out your own clothes you know. And why
would everyone laugh at you? You already know everyone
from last year don't you? So why would they laugh."
Sitting down with a disgusted sigh Ranma began to
eat. "You just don't get it mom, do you?" he muttered
around one mouthful.
"No I guess I don't. And stop speaking with your
mouth full."
Ranma looked over at his sister, and was rewarded
with an amused smile. She was wearing a dress, and,
by his mothers measure looked quite presentable.
Though she definitely wasn't in fashion. Though she
didn't need to worry about making any kind of impression.
She was the smartest person in school.
The rest of the meal meal passed in silence. As Ranma
finished his mother looked up, rather cheerily, and suggested,
"Ranma, dear, why don't you go and put on that nice
orange shirt with the bow-tie."
Ranma tried to suppress his automatic reaction, which
was to gag. "Mom, I'm not going to wear that, it makes
me look gay."
"But it fits doesn't it? And besides your aunt was
nice enough to get it for your birthday. At least try
it on would you." Despite her cheery voice he could
hear the polite command it held, and decided it was better
for all concerned to just go try it on.
When Ranma opened his closet he shuddered as he took
down the clothes. Aunts, he decided, have little to no
taste. Ranma reluctantly put the shirt on over his
present one, with the full intention of taking it off
as soon as was humanly possible.
When he went back downstairs again his mother smiled
and said, "Now, there, that isn't so bad is it? I think
you look nice." Ranma expanded his previous thoughts on
taste to include mothers. Meanwhile his sister was
having trouble not falling out of her chair with suppressed
laughter.
Ranma decided it was definitely time to get out of the
house. "Mom, I gotta go to school. I promised I'd stop
by and pick up Ryouga, and I don't want to be late."
"All right dear, just be careful, and," she held out
a bag to him, "don't forget your lunch."
Ranma left the house with all the speed he could muster,
and as soon as he rounded the corner of the block stripped
the monstrous shirt off and stuffed it in his gym bag.
Ryouga's house was only a couple of streets down, and
conveniently placed right in front of the bus parents took
to work stopped. The whole family had the damnedest ability
to get lost. Ryouga was sitting on the front steps waiting,
as usual. "Hey, Ryouga, buddy. How ya doin? You finally
got that kick down? Or is it still dropping you on your
ass every time you try it?"
Ryouga looked at Ranma with an evil glint in his eye.
"Want to come and find out Ranma?"
"Well we have fifteen minutes before school, so we
have time for a little match."
Placing their empty bookbags on the small porch, Ranma
and Ryouga faced each other in fighting stances. Ryouga
moved first, his fist slamming into the hastily raised
block, to which Ranma countered with a short jab to the
midsection, which was, in turn blocked by Ryouga. The
match quickly became a tangle of fists and feet. One
could tell that the two were quite evenly matched. The
fight went on for about five minutes without either scoring
a hit. That is until Ryouga took a short leap into the
air and kicked Ranma numerous times before landing.
Ranma was knocked back into a waiting bush, which, doing
no real damage to him, definitely did some damage to his
nice, black, shirt. "Damn! Good match Ryouga. Finally
got that kick to work?"
Walking over to him Ryouga helped him up. "Yeah. Took
me a couple of weeks though. Oh man Ranma. We're going
to be late, you gotta change your shirt."
"Huh? Why do I gotta do that?"
"Because, idiot, it's ripped pretty badly in the back."
"Oh man. I can't go home now, my mom thinks I'm
wearing another shirt. I took it off on my way here."
"Well then genius, put it on and let's get going."
Several minutes later, after much combined laughing
and cursing they did set out to school. And, as was
normal for the pair, they slid into their homeroom
just before the late bell.
* * *
Much to Ranma's dismay he had been right about the
ridicule for his shirt today. Everyone made fun of
him, especially that stuck up prick of a sophomore,
Tatewaki(sp) Kuno. Ohhh he wanted to pound that
bastards face in so badly, but he knew he wasn't
good enough to do that...yet anyway. He did however
have the satisfaction of pounding a couple of his
friends though, Hiroshi and Daisuke(sp). They were
nice guys, really they were, but they were just so
easy to beat up.
Unfortunately his antics over clothing earned him
a detention, and on the first day of school no less.
His parents weren't going to be very happy about that,
just one more thing he wasn't as good as his sister in.
To make the wretched day even worse, when he got
out of detention, and went to take Ryouga home, he
had already tried to leave. God, Ryouga would be
absent from school for days.
Despondent, Ranma started walking home, taking the
back way around Ryouga's house. Absorbed in thought
he stopped paying attention to where he was going, and
what was going on around him. So as he started to
cross a street, he never noticed the truck, owned by
Jusenkyo Chemicals, barreling towards him. He never
noticed it, that is until it swerved sharply around him
and hit a telephone pole. Unfortunately for Ranma, who
was, now, right behind the truck. It's back doors swung
open letting a barrel land on the sidewalk in front of
him.
The next few moments would forever be engraved into
Ranma's memory. As the barrel hit the ground the top
somehow came off, spraying Ranma with almost the entire
contents, which appeared to be water. At the same time
as the 'water' hit Ranma, he felt a disturbingly strong
tug throughout his body. Scared nearly half to death
Ranma failed to notice the results of the chemical, and
ran home quickly in fear of getting in any more trouble
than he already was.
* * *
Genma Saotome liked his job. It wasn't his dream job,
of course, that would have been to be a instructor in a
dojo somewhere. But that would never have been able to
support him and his family. Though that didn't mean that
he wouldn't teach his son the art. No, this was a much
better job, it paid well being an engineer at Jusenkyo
Chemicals.
The one thing he didn't understand was his current
project. For the past few months he had been away from
his family working with the American Branch on a really
strange assignment. Director Haposai had personally
requested that he and oversee it's development. Genma's
one big question was why would anyone want to create a
chemical that could alter a creatures DNA, specifically
alter the DNA in such a way as to change the test subject's
sex.
Well the project had been a success. Though it was
still a trifle unstable, he was sure his staff here in
the main branch could fix those problems. Well now that
he was home he needed to report to Haposai, and then he
needed to see his family. Genma arrived at the double
doors that marked Director Haposai's office, looking
over at the secretary she nodded his entrance to him.
Haposai's office was, to put it mildly, eccentric.
Even though the filthy rich were generally allowed their
eccentricities(sp?) he took it to a new level. The room
vaguely reminded Genma of a training hall, except for the
fact that the walls were almost covered in women's undergarments,
the walls as well as a goodly portion of the floor. The
director was, at the moment, not behind the desk, as many
would expect. No he was off in one corner fondling some
of his...collection. Genma, not really wanting to intrude
cleared his throat politely, causing the little old man
to pause and look up.
"Ahhh, Genma my boy. How are you? Your little trip went
well I hope?"
"Didn't you read my reports sir?"
"Yes, yes of course I did. I just feel like hearing it
from you in person."
"Well sir, the tests have led us to believe that formula
NY-31 will work as you have ordered sir. However I do need
to say that while positive results have been taken, the
chemical is still rather unstable and there may be unknown
side effects."
"Good, good. You did well my boy."
"Sir, may I ask a question?"
"Of course, of course Genma. Go right ahead."
"Well sir, I just have one question. Why? I mean why
the chemical to change sex in the first place, and then
on top of that why the rest?"
"Genma my boy the answer to that is simple. How else am
I going to be able to get a date at this age."
As Genma turned his back to leave, faintly disgusted with
his boss, the wretch spoke up one more time. "Genma my boy,
I understand that you are quite good in martial arts."
"I wouldn't say that I was quite that good sir, but I am
by no means a pushover sir."
"Well then boy, how about a little match."
For some reason Genma's spine turned to ice...
* * *
Ranma had run all the way home, and much to his surprise, he
wasn't even winded. Even though he must have been running for
at least four miles. Still fairly shaken up, he had calmed down
enough to notice that he felt a little different than usual,
but he pushed that thought aside as he noted with relief that
neither his mother, or his father, who was scheduled to come
home today, were back yet.
Opening the door he thought he might as well check to see
if they were back, just in case. "Mom! Dad! Anyone home?"
That was when he noticed it, he didn't sound like him anymore.
He sounded more....like a...girl. Hands shaking terribly
he looked down at himself. And to his horror he saw...breasts.
He then did the only sensible thing one could do in such a
situation. He fainted.
Thankfully for him he was only out for a few seconds.
When he came to he forced himself calm, replaying the
recent events in his memory. He realized that it must
have been more than just water in that barrel that had
splashed all over him, it was probably some sort of chemical.
He had to get it off!
Running upstairs was accomplished much faster than the
normal laws of physics should allow, but seeing as Ranma
took the stairs in groups of ten at a time physics made
an exception. Ranma ran into the bathroom and almost tore
his clothes from his body, and immediately started scrubbing
himself down with soap and cold water as he filled the furo.
The scrubbing part took slightly longer than he had would have
wanted. Mostly this was due to the fact that he was not quite
used to being a girl, not at all. [Though,] he thought looking
sideways into a mirror, [I'm not a bad looking specimen am
I?] He looked at himself admiringly for a few seconds before
coming back to himself. [What the fuck am I doing? Snap
our of it Ranma!] Finally finished cleaning off he stepped
into the furo and felt another strong tug throughout his body
and he was back to normal. Breathing a sigh of relief he
muttered quietly, "Thank god!"
* * *
"Ranma! Yumi! I'm home!" Ranma started fully awake
from the comfortable doze he had been in lying in the lukewarm
water of the furo. Was that...dad? Thank god, finally someone
who I can fight, and'll put up a good fight other than Ryouga.
Quickly drying off and getting dressed Ranma proceeded to
bound down the stairs to greet his dad. "Dad, you're home!
How was the trip?"
Gathering his son into a somewhat reluctant hug Genma smiled.
"The trip went fine boy, though most of it I was working. You know
that." He looked down at his son appraisingly and grimaced, "Have
you grown again boy? And what, by all the gods is that shirt you're
wearing!"
Ranma grimaced and plucked at his shirt disapprovingly, "You mean
this? It was a birthday present from Aunt ____."
This time it was Genma's turn to grimace, "Well that explains
it boy. I never did really like that woman, and she has absolutely
the worst taste in clothing. But what in the world were you doing
wearing the blasted thing?"
Ranma looked at his feet, "Well I was going to wear something else,
but mom told me to wear this."
"And you didn't try to switch clothes after you left the house boy?
I'm ashamed of you."
Ranma grinned at that, "Well dad, I tried that, but the other shirt was
torn when I had my morning fight with Ryouga."
Genma looked pensive for a moment, "Really? Well, where is your
mother and sister Ranma?"
"I don't know dad, they aren't home yet. They probably went out to
get Yumi her school supplies."
Genma's eyes gleamed brightly, "Well then boy, get out of that
ridiculous shirt and meet me in the backyard. I want to see if you've
gotten any better." At that he cracked his knuckles menacingly.
Ranma's smile nearly split his face in two. For the first time today
he actually felt good, and the problems from earlier were completely
forgotten. He turned to go upstairs and changed, but then he paused
and called out over his shoulder to his dad, "I can take you any day
old man!"
Genma smiled at his disappearing son. No matter how bad his day
Ranma's enthusiasm in martial arts never ceased to brighten it. Idly
he wondered what things might have turned out like if he had opened
up that dojo along with Tendo all those years ago. How was that man
doing anyway...
Ok, um this didn't go to any prereaders first, so I must apologize for
any grievous errors you find in there. And people I swear I am writing
next chapters for stuff. I'm almost done with The Ranmariad chapter 8.
Isn't that nice? The next chapter of this will be completed...when
the mood strikes me(hopefully after I get some things finished.)