Beautiful Disaster

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Disclaimer: See Default Chapter for such.

A/N: Thanks to:

Christine

Sapphire-Gal

Jerry Unipeg

goku905041

jh

Remember that any comments or complaints are appreciated. I would actually like those if you have them. I may have written something nobody likes so if I don't tell me and I might change it. If you don't I'd never know, and never learn.

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"Thanks Kasumi."

"Ranma, don't forget you owe me. I wrote down what it is that I want you to do, but" She looked to her feet. "You can't open it until the beginning of the pageant tomorrow."

He looked at the slender white envelope in his hands. He did want to know what was in it, but could he betray Kasumi like that? No, so he just placed in his (correction) her pocket. "I'll do that."

He had just spent the remainder of the afternoon with Kasumi trying to find out how he can win the pageant. She could not help him much though. She said she had no idea on how to do as those women in beauty pageants do. She was just a young woman who was forced to become the equivalent of a housewife sadly. Still, she helped Ranma practice how a good girl would dress, wear makeup, and act so he at least that bit to help tomorrow. The only problem was that he said he would do anything for her if she helped him. She wrote whatever that anything was on a piece of paper that was sealed in the envelope he now held. He wondered what sort of anything it was, but he did not have time to think. He was a she at the time and wearing makeup and if anyone aside from Kasumi saw him now he would freak. So he ran right to the bath and undressed. He should have made sure no one was using the furo though.

"Ranma."

Akane stared at him and he froze when his eyes saw the young woman sitting in the furo. "A-Ak-Aka" He turned as if mechanical and walked out the door shutting it firmly. He did not know what he was going to do now. If he ran out he would be seen as a girl, in girl clothes, and girl makeup. But if he stayed, Akane'd kill him for sure. He put on his clothing and went to the door that was between the two. "Akane, I, I didn't mean to do that." No answer. "Don't think I'm perverted or anything I just-"

"Don't worry about it." She walked pasted him wearing a towel as a cool aura sent a chill down his spine. Her face seemed normal as she passed, but he knew that she seemed either angry or worried. "Not like you saw anything, and you did seem to be in a rush."

"What's up with you Akane?"

"I'm fine. What are you talking about?"

"You didn't hit me. That's twice now."

"I shouldn't have to hit you so how is that bizarre?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She was not. Why did she have to lie? She never admitted to anything.

"Maybe you should not go tomorrow."

"You mean to the pageant?"

"Yeah."

"You just want to get rid of any competition." She fumed.

"Well, I did try that with all the other girls through Ryoga, but it only worked on Nabiki." He groaned. "And now Ms. Hinako is in."

"She is?" Akane was afraid now that maybe the odds were against her. She then realized she was talking to Ranma in her towel. He had come in on her in the furo. She wanted to pick up the pail nearby and swing it at his face, but she wanted to prove her femininity right? She blushed and turned away with hands to her face. "Pervert! Go into the bath so I can get changed!"

Ranma was in the other room without doubt. As he caught his breath he was wondering what the heck was wrong with her since Friday. Maybe he should get all in her face about it later when they weren't in a weird situation or near annoying eavesdroppers. He thinks more than he acts when it comes to Akane. Just like the time he was returning from the crazy place with the huge platypus. He had so many thoughts, but none ever came out.

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The Tendo and Saotome family-except Ranma-sat at the table for dinner. It all had been going well until Ranma's girlish scream filled the place and everyone-being nosy-darted off for the bathroom where they found Ranma still in his girl form.

"What's wrong boy?" Genma questioned.

"I, I got in the bath, and, and," He looked to his feet. "I didn't change back to a guy!"

"What?"

"Did anything happen to you Ranma?" Akane wondered. "Did Shampoo do some stupid thing again?"

"Not that I know of." He replied.

"I found your problem." Nabiki stated as she studied the area where one rinsed themselves. "Where did you get this soap?"

"It was here when I got here."

"We were out of soap." Akane mumbled. "I saw some on the dining room table so I used it."

"Akane, that was some of the Jusenkyo soap I got from Ryoga."

"But, but wasn't that supposed to keep me a guy?" Ranma shouted.

"I'm guessing it keeps you whatever form you were when you used the soap." Nabiki replied. "But, I'm not an expert on it or anything."

"Cheer up boy!" Genma replied smacking the now girl across the back with a crack. "That stuff will wear off in no time."

Ranma gave a sigh of relief. "I guess I can live with it for the moment."

By then all but Akane and Nabiki had left seeing nothing important to see. "You should read the packaging more carefully next time Akane." Nabiki commented as she left as well. A good thing she still had more of the soap to sell them.

Ranma dried off and put on his (her) clothes. Meanwhile, Akane had left the now girl to go just outside the room to wait for him. When he did come out she cut him off. "What's up 'Kane?"

"Can you not be in the pageant tomorrow?"

"If I don't get in it I won't get those tickets to China. I'm not giving that up for no damn reason." Ranma argued.

"I don't want you in it." She forced through her teeth while still remaining like a sheathed sword as opposed to her usual unsheathed one.

"That's no good reason Tomboy." He blew her off.

"Ranma!" She roared before calming and dragging him to the dojo where she was sure no one would hear them. "I have a reason."

He looked at her waiting to hear it. "It better be good."

"When, When I'm up there acting like the fool I am," She looked to her feet. "I'd rather see you in the audience cheering me on then on the stage against me."

He heard her reason, but was she more important than China? No! "Heh. Why would I want to cheer on an uncute girl like you?" He left her there and came to dinner.

She slumped her shoulders and clenched her fist. She wanted to kill him. Now she needed to really win. If she could then she could gloat to Ranma that she won. Not only that he wouldn't be able to call her uncute anymore. Obviously if she was cute enough to win the competition he could not argue that she was not. That was her whole reason now. Just to get payback at Ranma. Now she had drive. Earlier it had not been a fire so big in her heart, but now it had become wild. She would not lose now. No matter what!