"Kyle? Kyle, can you hear me?"
Struggling to clear the cobwebs from my head, I focused on the voice. It was familiar... loving. Oh yeah, Makoto's voice. My wife. Sailor Jupiter. I tried to respond.
"Mhrfhlk." Whoops. Apparently I had a few more cobwebs to clear up. Finally, I decided to crack my eyes and see where I was. It felt like I was in a bed, most likely our bed, on the Thunder. But I couldn't really remember yesterday.
Opening my eyes confirmed my suspicions. At least, some of them. I was lying in our bed, and after the room came into focus around me, I saw Makoto standing beside the bed looking at me with with concern in her eyes.
"Eh.. What happened?" I muttered, Rubbing a sore spot on my hip, and realizing there were sore spots all over.
"You don't remember?" Makoto asked, her frown deepning.
"No. I.. well.. wait. I remember... you and Nabiki and the Tractor weapon... and then.."
Water. Dodging water. I remember the sounds and the fear and the looks of horror on everyone's face.
"I got out. I jumped away, right?" I said, trying to remember past Cantrell's countdown.
"You jumped away, but hit the far wall pretty hard. You've been out for almost a day."
Looking at my hands, I could see they were mine, but frowned.
"Did I get wet?" Makoto just nodded, and I sighed.
"I should have known better. Well... give me a glass of water, and lemmie see what I turn into." I said, shuffling towards the side of the bed. The movement of my head caused a headache I hadn't realized I had throb, pausing me mid-shuffle.
"And some asprin with that water," I amended, moving a bit slower towards the edge of the bed.
Makoto hesitated, and I quirked a brow at her, "I don't turn into something dangerous, do I?" My eyes grew wide "It's not one of those personality springs is it?"
"Well, no, but it's just..." she said, hesitantly. Apparently she didn't think I'd want to hear what I was cursed by. Standing up, and wobling on my feet for a moment, I stepped over to her and wrapped her up in a hug.
"Don't worry about me. We'll find some way to fix it." Makoto wrapped her arms around me, and buried her face in my shoulder. Feeling how unstead on her feet she was, I shuffled over to the bed and sat both of us down.
Holding on to her gently, I heard her muffled sniffle, and sighed, tightening the hug.
"It's allright. I'm allright. Just a little headache." She hugged me a little tighter, and I felt the steady pain of a pulled muscle under a bruise being jabbed beneath her elbow.
"And some other various little boo-boos." I said, frowning. Apparently, I hit that wall a little harder than I thought.
"It's not..." Makoto started, pulling back to look at me, "I just.. when you were dodging all that water, and I could see how close it kept coming, and then the water coming up from beneath you, and everyone was yelling..."
I nodded, hugging her, "I understand. I gave you a hell of a scare, didn't I?" Of course, I gave myself a hell of a scare, being in there dancing around the cursed water. Makoto just nodded and I gave her a little squeeze before disengaging and planting a quick kiss on her lips. I turned towards the bathroom, and the cold water within.
"You never said what I turn into..." I said, slowly. While I wasn't totally worried, I was still hesitant to find out I turned into a dog or a cat or a duck or.. well, it could be almost anything. Makoto said it wasn't weird, but then, that left a lot of things that I could still become.. not to mention the fact that simply being able to transform into something was weird enough already.
"Ahh.." She said, right behind me. I jumped at her sudden proximity, while she continued, "you'll see. I don't want to.. dissapoint you."
Nodding softly, I poured myself a glass of hot water, handing it to Makoto, before pouring a second glass of cold water.
"Here goes..." I said, watching her. She looked worried, but I could see an infantile smirk tugging up the corner of her mouth. I was about to question it, when I shook it off. I'd find out soon enough, whatever it was.
"Okay.. here I go..." I said, lifting the glass to eye level. I could see it shaking, and inwardly scowled at my jitters. I could handle this.. whatever "this" was.
"Allright, I.." Makoto's hand flashed out, and I felt a splash of cold water hit my in the face.
"The hell!" I shouted, wiping the water out of my eyes.
"You were taking too long!" She responded. I shook my head, then looked at her.
"I'm not cu..." I started, then trailed off as I heard my voice. Makoto nodded softly, and I turned to the mirror.
"I AM cursed. A girl." I said, staring at the stranger in the mirror. Of all the waters to have their chance at hitting me, I got hit by the same curse that got Ranma and Herb.
"Well.. two arms, two legs, one head... at least you're human," Makoto said, softly.
My arms, were a bit skinnier than they had been before, and were devoid of the thicker hair I usually had. Instead of the darker hispanic skin I'd grown used to, I had pale skin that looked like I'd never spent more than a couple minutes of my life in the sun.
In the morror, I saw my hair was a lot longer as a girl, and straight, as opposed to the curls I'd grown up with. It was a dark brown, almost black, and fell around my face kinda like Jennifer Aniston, from "Friends."
"Well... I'm hot. How about that?" I muttered. Large brown eyes stared back at me from a pale face that would have been hard to look away from. High cheekbones, a cute, upturned nose, pink lips, long lashes, thin eyebrows...
"You're... taking this well..." Makoto said, beside me. Looking at her, I realized we were about eye-to-eye now, meaning I'd lost a bit of height. Staring at the mirror, I realized, also, there were two things that stuck out, now that I'd realized it.
"Ack! I've got breasts!"
"Yeah. Most girls have them." Makoto said, frowning. I reached up to cup them, then stopped, looking at Makoto.
"This is... weird." I said, looking down at the two lumps occupying my shirt, and then at my reflection in the mirror. Squeezing my legs together, I frowned at the loss of something I'd been quite attached to, but looked at the warm water Makoto held in her hand.
"A penis is only a glass of hot water away..." I muttered, poking at my ribs tenatively. There was a thin layer of fat there, and I frowned, pulling the shirt up enough to look at my stomach in the mirror. While I could feel the fat by poking at it, there was no denying the outline of a 4-pack. Grinning, I dropped the shirt, resisting the urge to rip it off and stare at my bare chest. I'd wait for Makoto to leave before examining all that.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, finally spotting the guarded look on her face.
"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop," She said, the glass of water held where she could launch it at me at a moments notice.
"Well... I could bemoan my fate, and curse my luck and hate my life... but if I did, I'd basically be wasting my time. Besides, I can talk, I can walk.. I have an opposable thumb... All in all, this isn't bad, considering what I could have become."
"But... you're a girl!" Makoto asked, looking shocked.
"Yep. And so are you. But you don't complain about it, so why should I? I wasn't raised to think any less of someone due to their sex, so why should I feel this body is a handicap?"
"Well.. I dunno. I just thought you'd be upset, or something."
"I am upset! What's the crew going to think about their leader, who now becomes a rather hot girl with a little cold water?"
"But you aren't personally upset about it?"
"Well... There are some downsides. As with Ranma, I bet I'll be weaker, when it comes to overall strength. Then there's 'that time of the month' I'll have to find out how to avoid. I dunno if my metabolism is as fast, or if I'll have to cut back on my food... or change before I eat..."
"Those... that's all you're worried about?" Makoto asked, finally. I nodded, glancing at the mirror one more time, before shrugging.
"I'll have to remember what I look like, too. Seeing a stranger in the mirror would be weird."
Makoto nodded softly, and I took the glass of hot water from her. While I moved, I felt my pants slide down a little, and the sleeves of the shirt I was wearing slide down over my hands. Shaking my hands free, I took the glass, and dumped it on my head, feeling the clothes slide as I greaw back into them.
"Back." I said, feeling my chest, then my crotch, just to be sure. Makoto chuckled slightly, and I grabbed a towel, drying off as much as possible.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I asked Makoto where everyone was while I changed into dryer clothes.
"Nabiki is working with Cantrell on the Tractor Projectors, Our guests have been watching Episodes of Ranma, and I've been watching over you while you rested."
"Have you gotten any sleep?" I asked, frowning. Despite my being down and out, I hoped my wife hadn't spent the entire time watching over me.
"Yeah, well, you were in our bed. So I got to keep you warm while you were sleeping," she grinned. I chuckled, and slid into my shoes.
"Well, lets go see where we are in the universe. We come out of Hyperspace a little later today, if I remember correctly."
"Yeah, pretty soon, actually. To the bridge, then?"
"Yep," I said, stepping out the door. Captains Bowen and Archer were standing outside the door, looking as alert as ever, and I nodded at them as they started following us.
The Bridge of the Jupiter's Thunder went to attention as I entered, and I set them all at ease before taking a seat in my chair. A moment later, a datapad was handed to me with a summary of the previous interstellar battle.
"Hmm.." I mumbled, reading it. Makoto leaned over my shoulder, and snorted in surprise.
"Nice Ratio, there. I think the TIEs outgunned most of the fighters out there."
"Some of them did. The Regular TIE-Fighters were abour even, all-told." I glanced around the bridge, then, then motioned Captan Archer over, remembering a comment I'd made a while ago.
"Can we run a wing of TIEs through the W-Ds, and get a wing of TIE-Defenders? I know TIE-Fighters are considered the backbone of the Imperial Navy, but replacing standard fighters with superior fighters just seems more logical to me."
"Well, Milord," I blinked at that, then shrugged; a little more variation would help, "Typically, Imperial ships with Hangars are assigned TIE-Fighters due to their low cost, compared to the extreme cost an equal-numbered wing of TIE-Defenders costs in comparison. Likewise, all Pilots are taught in TIE-Fighters, and have to be trained to fly the superior Defender-class TIEs."
"Ahh... those are the only problems then?"
"Well, the TIE-Defender has three Solar Panels, while the TIE-Fighter only has two. Despite the smaller size of the individual solar panels on the Defenders, There's still not enough on a single TIE-Fighter to make a Defender. The Ratio would leave us somewhat short."
"The Ratio is approximately 3 TIE-Defenders for every 4 TIE-Fighters sacraficed." SHODAN said from a speaker off to the left. Nodding softly, I turned towards the viewport, and the Tunnel of Hyperspace beyond it, before nodding.
"Send a wing through and get started training the Pilots who's ships are being converted. The Pilots left without a ship should be cycled into the Squadron of their choice. SHODAN, patch me through to Cantrell."
"Connected." The AI said, smugly, as a screen flickered to life. It showed Science, and a bunch of scientists leaning over a table with Nabiki, but no Cantrell.
"Commander Cantrell?" I asked, quirking a brow. One of the figures straightened up, and I realized that some of those scientists were really just Officers in Lab-Coats. Cantrell moved over to the screen, looking somewhat subdued, and I frowned slightly.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, My Lord, it's just... your accident, and... I'm dreadfully sorry I didn't work faster to get you out of there. I-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand, and he swallowed audibly.
"What's done is done, and all that jazz. I want a report on Everything you know about the Jusenkyo water, the Curses, with a list of theories concerning them as well. As soon as possible. I'd also like whatever video feeds you have of that... accident." Cantrell nodded, and I turned away from the screen before he could object or say anything else.
"What's our time left in Hyperspace?"
"One Minute" someone relied from the Navigation area. I nodded, glad someone was actually loosening up enough to retain an informal attitude.
"I want shields up, and Turbolaser Batteries charging the moment we make the jump back to sub-light. There shouldn't be a fight, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
The Crew hurried to carry out my request, and from the Navigation area, I heard the countdown begin.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." The Tunnel collapsed into starlines, which shrunk untill they became pinpoints of light.
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Author's Notes:
Woohoo! Another Chapter down. Sorry I took so long.. damned thing... I had almost all of it the day after chapter 5 was published, but couldn't, for the life of me, figure out how to end this one. So it's a nice little quasi-cliffhanger. Woohoo.
As for the question everyone is probably asking, I'm not reacting violently or much at all to the curse becase.. well.. even if I were to get it in real life, I'd just mumble a "This sucks," and try to carry on. Ranma's utter dislike (and Herb's, for that matter) of the Curse was due to an upbringing that basically saw women as second-class citizens.
Such a handicap isn't, thankfully, a fault of mine, so I can't see myself bemoaning the loss of muscular strength, when that's the only real "weakness" men can claim woman have.
Also, with the exposure to Ranma, I, like you all, kind of know what Jusenkyo entails. So the surprise, outrage, and shock are all going to be lessened.
Anyways... Next, I'm going to write a report/thingy on Jusenkyo, like my Avatar asked Cantrell to do. I'll list all the rules of Jusenkyo that I'm writing by, and that way I'll have a reference, as will you. Plus it'll be kinda fun, I think.
Anyways... Time to check over and publish. Seeya next time.
Struggling to clear the cobwebs from my head, I focused on the voice. It was familiar... loving. Oh yeah, Makoto's voice. My wife. Sailor Jupiter. I tried to respond.
"Mhrfhlk." Whoops. Apparently I had a few more cobwebs to clear up. Finally, I decided to crack my eyes and see where I was. It felt like I was in a bed, most likely our bed, on the Thunder. But I couldn't really remember yesterday.
Opening my eyes confirmed my suspicions. At least, some of them. I was lying in our bed, and after the room came into focus around me, I saw Makoto standing beside the bed looking at me with with concern in her eyes.
"Eh.. What happened?" I muttered, Rubbing a sore spot on my hip, and realizing there were sore spots all over.
"You don't remember?" Makoto asked, her frown deepning.
"No. I.. well.. wait. I remember... you and Nabiki and the Tractor weapon... and then.."
Water. Dodging water. I remember the sounds and the fear and the looks of horror on everyone's face.
"I got out. I jumped away, right?" I said, trying to remember past Cantrell's countdown.
"You jumped away, but hit the far wall pretty hard. You've been out for almost a day."
Looking at my hands, I could see they were mine, but frowned.
"Did I get wet?" Makoto just nodded, and I sighed.
"I should have known better. Well... give me a glass of water, and lemmie see what I turn into." I said, shuffling towards the side of the bed. The movement of my head caused a headache I hadn't realized I had throb, pausing me mid-shuffle.
"And some asprin with that water," I amended, moving a bit slower towards the edge of the bed.
Makoto hesitated, and I quirked a brow at her, "I don't turn into something dangerous, do I?" My eyes grew wide "It's not one of those personality springs is it?"
"Well, no, but it's just..." she said, hesitantly. Apparently she didn't think I'd want to hear what I was cursed by. Standing up, and wobling on my feet for a moment, I stepped over to her and wrapped her up in a hug.
"Don't worry about me. We'll find some way to fix it." Makoto wrapped her arms around me, and buried her face in my shoulder. Feeling how unstead on her feet she was, I shuffled over to the bed and sat both of us down.
Holding on to her gently, I heard her muffled sniffle, and sighed, tightening the hug.
"It's allright. I'm allright. Just a little headache." She hugged me a little tighter, and I felt the steady pain of a pulled muscle under a bruise being jabbed beneath her elbow.
"And some other various little boo-boos." I said, frowning. Apparently, I hit that wall a little harder than I thought.
"It's not..." Makoto started, pulling back to look at me, "I just.. when you were dodging all that water, and I could see how close it kept coming, and then the water coming up from beneath you, and everyone was yelling..."
I nodded, hugging her, "I understand. I gave you a hell of a scare, didn't I?" Of course, I gave myself a hell of a scare, being in there dancing around the cursed water. Makoto just nodded and I gave her a little squeeze before disengaging and planting a quick kiss on her lips. I turned towards the bathroom, and the cold water within.
"You never said what I turn into..." I said, slowly. While I wasn't totally worried, I was still hesitant to find out I turned into a dog or a cat or a duck or.. well, it could be almost anything. Makoto said it wasn't weird, but then, that left a lot of things that I could still become.. not to mention the fact that simply being able to transform into something was weird enough already.
"Ahh.." She said, right behind me. I jumped at her sudden proximity, while she continued, "you'll see. I don't want to.. dissapoint you."
Nodding softly, I poured myself a glass of hot water, handing it to Makoto, before pouring a second glass of cold water.
"Here goes..." I said, watching her. She looked worried, but I could see an infantile smirk tugging up the corner of her mouth. I was about to question it, when I shook it off. I'd find out soon enough, whatever it was.
"Okay.. here I go..." I said, lifting the glass to eye level. I could see it shaking, and inwardly scowled at my jitters. I could handle this.. whatever "this" was.
"Allright, I.." Makoto's hand flashed out, and I felt a splash of cold water hit my in the face.
"The hell!" I shouted, wiping the water out of my eyes.
"You were taking too long!" She responded. I shook my head, then looked at her.
"I'm not cu..." I started, then trailed off as I heard my voice. Makoto nodded softly, and I turned to the mirror.
"I AM cursed. A girl." I said, staring at the stranger in the mirror. Of all the waters to have their chance at hitting me, I got hit by the same curse that got Ranma and Herb.
"Well.. two arms, two legs, one head... at least you're human," Makoto said, softly.
My arms, were a bit skinnier than they had been before, and were devoid of the thicker hair I usually had. Instead of the darker hispanic skin I'd grown used to, I had pale skin that looked like I'd never spent more than a couple minutes of my life in the sun.
In the morror, I saw my hair was a lot longer as a girl, and straight, as opposed to the curls I'd grown up with. It was a dark brown, almost black, and fell around my face kinda like Jennifer Aniston, from "Friends."
"Well... I'm hot. How about that?" I muttered. Large brown eyes stared back at me from a pale face that would have been hard to look away from. High cheekbones, a cute, upturned nose, pink lips, long lashes, thin eyebrows...
"You're... taking this well..." Makoto said, beside me. Looking at her, I realized we were about eye-to-eye now, meaning I'd lost a bit of height. Staring at the mirror, I realized, also, there were two things that stuck out, now that I'd realized it.
"Ack! I've got breasts!"
"Yeah. Most girls have them." Makoto said, frowning. I reached up to cup them, then stopped, looking at Makoto.
"This is... weird." I said, looking down at the two lumps occupying my shirt, and then at my reflection in the mirror. Squeezing my legs together, I frowned at the loss of something I'd been quite attached to, but looked at the warm water Makoto held in her hand.
"A penis is only a glass of hot water away..." I muttered, poking at my ribs tenatively. There was a thin layer of fat there, and I frowned, pulling the shirt up enough to look at my stomach in the mirror. While I could feel the fat by poking at it, there was no denying the outline of a 4-pack. Grinning, I dropped the shirt, resisting the urge to rip it off and stare at my bare chest. I'd wait for Makoto to leave before examining all that.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, finally spotting the guarded look on her face.
"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop," She said, the glass of water held where she could launch it at me at a moments notice.
"Well... I could bemoan my fate, and curse my luck and hate my life... but if I did, I'd basically be wasting my time. Besides, I can talk, I can walk.. I have an opposable thumb... All in all, this isn't bad, considering what I could have become."
"But... you're a girl!" Makoto asked, looking shocked.
"Yep. And so are you. But you don't complain about it, so why should I? I wasn't raised to think any less of someone due to their sex, so why should I feel this body is a handicap?"
"Well.. I dunno. I just thought you'd be upset, or something."
"I am upset! What's the crew going to think about their leader, who now becomes a rather hot girl with a little cold water?"
"But you aren't personally upset about it?"
"Well... There are some downsides. As with Ranma, I bet I'll be weaker, when it comes to overall strength. Then there's 'that time of the month' I'll have to find out how to avoid. I dunno if my metabolism is as fast, or if I'll have to cut back on my food... or change before I eat..."
"Those... that's all you're worried about?" Makoto asked, finally. I nodded, glancing at the mirror one more time, before shrugging.
"I'll have to remember what I look like, too. Seeing a stranger in the mirror would be weird."
Makoto nodded softly, and I took the glass of hot water from her. While I moved, I felt my pants slide down a little, and the sleeves of the shirt I was wearing slide down over my hands. Shaking my hands free, I took the glass, and dumped it on my head, feeling the clothes slide as I greaw back into them.
"Back." I said, feeling my chest, then my crotch, just to be sure. Makoto chuckled slightly, and I grabbed a towel, drying off as much as possible.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I asked Makoto where everyone was while I changed into dryer clothes.
"Nabiki is working with Cantrell on the Tractor Projectors, Our guests have been watching Episodes of Ranma, and I've been watching over you while you rested."
"Have you gotten any sleep?" I asked, frowning. Despite my being down and out, I hoped my wife hadn't spent the entire time watching over me.
"Yeah, well, you were in our bed. So I got to keep you warm while you were sleeping," she grinned. I chuckled, and slid into my shoes.
"Well, lets go see where we are in the universe. We come out of Hyperspace a little later today, if I remember correctly."
"Yeah, pretty soon, actually. To the bridge, then?"
"Yep," I said, stepping out the door. Captains Bowen and Archer were standing outside the door, looking as alert as ever, and I nodded at them as they started following us.
The Bridge of the Jupiter's Thunder went to attention as I entered, and I set them all at ease before taking a seat in my chair. A moment later, a datapad was handed to me with a summary of the previous interstellar battle.
"Hmm.." I mumbled, reading it. Makoto leaned over my shoulder, and snorted in surprise.
"Nice Ratio, there. I think the TIEs outgunned most of the fighters out there."
"Some of them did. The Regular TIE-Fighters were abour even, all-told." I glanced around the bridge, then, then motioned Captan Archer over, remembering a comment I'd made a while ago.
"Can we run a wing of TIEs through the W-Ds, and get a wing of TIE-Defenders? I know TIE-Fighters are considered the backbone of the Imperial Navy, but replacing standard fighters with superior fighters just seems more logical to me."
"Well, Milord," I blinked at that, then shrugged; a little more variation would help, "Typically, Imperial ships with Hangars are assigned TIE-Fighters due to their low cost, compared to the extreme cost an equal-numbered wing of TIE-Defenders costs in comparison. Likewise, all Pilots are taught in TIE-Fighters, and have to be trained to fly the superior Defender-class TIEs."
"Ahh... those are the only problems then?"
"Well, the TIE-Defender has three Solar Panels, while the TIE-Fighter only has two. Despite the smaller size of the individual solar panels on the Defenders, There's still not enough on a single TIE-Fighter to make a Defender. The Ratio would leave us somewhat short."
"The Ratio is approximately 3 TIE-Defenders for every 4 TIE-Fighters sacraficed." SHODAN said from a speaker off to the left. Nodding softly, I turned towards the viewport, and the Tunnel of Hyperspace beyond it, before nodding.
"Send a wing through and get started training the Pilots who's ships are being converted. The Pilots left without a ship should be cycled into the Squadron of their choice. SHODAN, patch me through to Cantrell."
"Connected." The AI said, smugly, as a screen flickered to life. It showed Science, and a bunch of scientists leaning over a table with Nabiki, but no Cantrell.
"Commander Cantrell?" I asked, quirking a brow. One of the figures straightened up, and I realized that some of those scientists were really just Officers in Lab-Coats. Cantrell moved over to the screen, looking somewhat subdued, and I frowned slightly.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, My Lord, it's just... your accident, and... I'm dreadfully sorry I didn't work faster to get you out of there. I-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand, and he swallowed audibly.
"What's done is done, and all that jazz. I want a report on Everything you know about the Jusenkyo water, the Curses, with a list of theories concerning them as well. As soon as possible. I'd also like whatever video feeds you have of that... accident." Cantrell nodded, and I turned away from the screen before he could object or say anything else.
"What's our time left in Hyperspace?"
"One Minute" someone relied from the Navigation area. I nodded, glad someone was actually loosening up enough to retain an informal attitude.
"I want shields up, and Turbolaser Batteries charging the moment we make the jump back to sub-light. There shouldn't be a fight, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
The Crew hurried to carry out my request, and from the Navigation area, I heard the countdown begin.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." The Tunnel collapsed into starlines, which shrunk untill they became pinpoints of light.
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Author's Notes:
Woohoo! Another Chapter down. Sorry I took so long.. damned thing... I had almost all of it the day after chapter 5 was published, but couldn't, for the life of me, figure out how to end this one. So it's a nice little quasi-cliffhanger. Woohoo.
As for the question everyone is probably asking, I'm not reacting violently or much at all to the curse becase.. well.. even if I were to get it in real life, I'd just mumble a "This sucks," and try to carry on. Ranma's utter dislike (and Herb's, for that matter) of the Curse was due to an upbringing that basically saw women as second-class citizens.
Such a handicap isn't, thankfully, a fault of mine, so I can't see myself bemoaning the loss of muscular strength, when that's the only real "weakness" men can claim woman have.
Also, with the exposure to Ranma, I, like you all, kind of know what Jusenkyo entails. So the surprise, outrage, and shock are all going to be lessened.
Anyways... Next, I'm going to write a report/thingy on Jusenkyo, like my Avatar asked Cantrell to do. I'll list all the rules of Jusenkyo that I'm writing by, and that way I'll have a reference, as will you. Plus it'll be kinda fun, I think.
Anyways... Time to check over and publish. Seeya next time.