A.N. hope you're all ready for a twist

"What the heck?" Ranma said. Which was probably the wrong thing to say, as it attracted more attention to himself. He was standing in the middle of a village street, with houses around and people looking at him. Actually, the fact that he had said anything or not had no effect at the attention he was getting at that point. There was a healthy number of strongly built women with odd colored hair toting a large variety of pointy or smashie objects standing around the street.

They stood there, staring at each other, Ranma and the Amazons . The Amazons with wide eyes and slowly reaching for their weapons, Ranma's face showing surprise. This was a bad thing, being that the look of surprise for Ranma's current form looked much like the look you get when you're being pounced on by a thousand pound predator. The final nail of the coffin was hammered in when a purple haired Amazon burst from the doorway Ranma just exited, showering the area with wood splinters, shouting a war cry.

Ranma tried to think of something to say to calm every one down, but all the came out was a quite "Oh damn," before all the Amazons charged at once. "To heck with this. I'm outta here." So saying Ranma made an unsteady jump to the nearest roof. Not that it deterred the Amazons in the least. All fifteen or so jumped right up after him. Ranma ran, and the Amazons followed.

Unsteady with his balance, Ranma found it hard to keep ahead of the mob of girls. Jeez, what'd I do to them? Ranma thought as he landed in a role from a particularly bad leap. Taking a quick jump to the left, he barely avoided a spear as it imbedded itself in the roof where he had just been. Still, he was adapting, and jumps and landings were becoming easy surprisingly fast. I'm just happy they haven't figured-out to throw things until now. With how clumsy he had been in the past few minutes, he would have been a rug on some wall for sure.

Ranma's choice in directions to escape probably could have been better however. The path that he chose took the longest rout across the Amazon village. By the time that he saw the far wall the mob chasseing him had grown to well over thirty Amazons , not counting the occasional pot-shot from an Amazon with a bow. Looking ahead, Ranma saw several Amazons collecting on the wall.

They were herding him into a trap! The bad thing was, there wasn't much he could do about it. Seems like they've done this sort of thing before. They were spread out before and behind him. One would slow him down if he changed directions and the others would then converge. One of the angry women he was sure he could take, even with his new body. Heck, he could probably take a good four or five at once, but that was nowhere near what he needed. Trying a high jump over them probably wouldn't work, they would probably be able to the same thing seeing as how they could roof hop, and besides he wasn't sure he could manage it correctly right now. He was quickly running out of ideas and space to run.

"Don't worry my beautiful Shampoo, I'll save you from the monster." Ranma heard a masculine voice shout from behind him. He felt a tickling sensation at the back of he head, like he always had gotten when his father was about to pull a surprise attack, but it was extremely strong this time. Ranma jumped quickly straight up.

While he was in the air, a massive volley of chains and ropes, along with an assortment of other pointy objects, passed beneath him. No way that was from one guy! Ahead of Ranma, the flying chains and ropes flew into the guards along the wall, entangling them. Not looking a gift-horse in the mouth, he went bounding past the entangled guards and out into the clearing beyond. The Amazons still followed him past the wall, screaming blood and murder.

Having some more space and already employing the dreaded Saotome final technique, i.e., run away, Ranma employed his newly created revised version of the technique; Saotome secret final technique Advanced! Run-away faster! Ranma's form blurred as he sped up. I'm going faster than I should. Ranma looked back to see that he was quickly out-pacing most of the Amazons, and even the fastest were falling behind. What Ranma didn't see while looking behind himself was the branch.

Crunch!

Today just wasn't a good day for him. It wasn't really a good day for the branch either, seeing as how all that was left of it was kindling. Ranma was doing a good impression of a moto-cross racer as he wiped out and slid along the ground. Flailing through some bushes, Ranma managed to role to his feet. Unsteadily, and with a pounding head, he stumbled away deeper into the woods.

Regaining his wits and hearing the Amazons closing in on his position, he took off running this time, more observant of his surroundings. Using his new found since of hearing, he kept track his pursuers, evading them until he was able to put some good distance between them and himself.

He was confused. What was that village and those people, where was he, where was pop, and most importantly, what the hell happened to him? He couldn't figure it out. He remembered his talk with Tio. She explained how the Neko-ken really was a training technique for training warrior of her goddess to have more catlike feature. It had been banned because it was inhumane they had found better ways of achieving the same effect. Nothing she said about actually changing into a c-ca-ca-cat though, even partway. Ranma mulled over his problems as he ran deeper into the forest. First he would lose his pursuers, find his pop, and then get changed back. Stopping for a quick breath, he turned and listened behind him. At least the ears were good at tracking things. Listening he found four birds, some mice, and a monkey. He also heard a stream off to his right. Nothing tailing him.

Ranma decided he could use a drink and turned towards the stream. Coming out of the brush, he found a small stream about seven feet across with quickly flowing clear water and stone banks. Bending down, Ranma cupped his hands under the water and carefully brought it up and drank it. It was awkward to drink with a snout; he almost spilled the water all over himself. After finally getting the hang of it and drinking his fill, Ranma gave himself a closer examination. His gi was in near ruin from his escape and run. He took the top off and fingered a particularly large tear. That was from the blue haired one with the ridiculously large arrows. I can't believe she could even lift those things; they were like telephone poles. Deciding the top was a loss Ranma took off his pants and boxers to check them. The boxers were still in decent condition, but the pants were pretty torn up. They would make better shorts then pants at this point… oh well.

Ranma turned to self-examination. His entire body was covered in black fur. From head to toe... well paw. That was another thing, Ranma's 'feet' were closer to paws then actual feet. Poking at the bottoms he felt pads, and feeling along his toes... were those claws? Looking at his fingertips he saw that they tapered to points and part of it seemed to come out of the center of his finger… but didn't see anything like that on his feet. He did feel something there however. It would be nice to know if he was going to scratch the heck out of something and leave a trail if he was going to climb it. Bending over to look at his feet, he could see something sticking slightly of the front part of his toes. Grabbing his ankle for support, something reflexively twitched in his foot and claws shot out of his toes.

Startled, Ranma unthinkingly jumped up and back… right over the middle of the stream. Just what I need. Wet fur. Joy. Ranma thought he saw something with brightly colored hair emerging from the bush before he hit the water. Great. Just freaking great … it's gotta be those girls again. I can't believe they snuck up on me. I must be getting careless. There shouldn't be more than a couple of them, maybe we can talk, and I should be able to handle a fight. Ranma thought all this while his and their forms were obscured by the splash. Ranma would have considered swimming away, but the water was only knee deep. Scratch that, its thigh deep. I'm really off today. Even my balance feels off again.

Sloshing his way to the bank, Ranma realized that his center of balance had shifted again. Taking a quick look again at himself, he nearly froze up again. He had changed again. Damn it, I do not need this right now. He still had fur from what he could see, but it had changed from black to a red auburn and he had white markings covering his chest, feet, and hands. His tail seemed a lot heaver now too, but it was probably from the water. I don't think I can fight properly like this, I might hurt them if it comes to combat.

There were two Amazons standing next to the bush a little way down the bank, looking at Ranma with their weapons raised. There was one with teal hair, but the other had purple hair and looked very familiar to Ranma. Great, the first one with the maces. She does not look happy.

"Another monster? Couldn't be Musk." The purple haired one said in Chinese, but oddly Ranma was able to understand her.

"Um, wait Xian Pu. I don't think that's just a normal monster." The one with teal hair said. Ranma understood her to.

"What are you talking about Dao Wel? She looks just like the fox demons that the Elders tell stories about." Xian Pu said, tensing herself to attack. Ranma was slowly backing up, trying not to attract attention. Being able to understand them even when they were speaking a language that he knew for a fact he didn't know was a little to far out for him.

"I don't think so. She's not a normal fox demon; she's a Japanese Kitsune I think. Look at her tails." Ranma was about to take exception to being referred to as a female, but the other comments stopped him. Kitsune? Tails? No… couldn't be... wouldn't be…Reaching behind himself Ranma grabbed his tail. He had kinda grown accustomed to his cat's tail over the past couple of hours running, but this was different, the fur felt more coarse. Then he felt something else brush up against the back of his hand. Slowly he brought everything that was back there around to where he could see it. Three tails… fox tails… hoo boy. There were three, slightly damp, big, lush auburn tails with their ends dipped in white. That was when Ranma noticed something else that wasn't as it should have been. There were two mounds on his chest. They were covered in fur, but it was hard to mistake what they were. He had boobs.

With that realization, Ranma's mind had decided it had enough of the circus. Letting out a small whimper, Ranma's female kitsune form crumpled to the ground in front of two startled Amazons. Shampoo and Dowel stood there looking at the fallen from of the kitsune, looking a bit lost.

"Um, we didn't kill it, did we?" Dao Wel asked.

"Um, I hope not. That would be bad." Shampoo replied. "So uh… do Kitsune eat people?"

"Don't you pay attention during lecture? A Kitsune is a native Japanese spirit fox. They're not malicious, usually. From what I remember, there supposed to be really rare. At least that's what the elders say. Um… They're also supposed to like to trick people."

Shampoo walked over to the fallen figure and cautiously nudged it with her foot. Getting no response she became bolder. Nudging harder and reaching down and shakeing the kitsune produced no response. Shampoo grew worried. "I don't think she's trying to trick us Doa Wel. We better find great-grandmother; she would know what to do."

"Do about what?" Cologne asked as she bounced from the woods.

"Great-grandmother! I think we found a Kitsune, but it passed out." Shampoo said.

"We didn't do it" Dowel chimed in.

"Let me see it." Cologne asked. The pointed over to the fallen figure and Cologne bounced over. "Well it is defiantly a Kitsune." Cologne told the two. "Funny I thought they had all left." She whispered to herself. "Tell me exactly what happened."

"We were tracking the panther-man through the woods. Its tracks lead right here. We exited the woods and coming out from the middle of the stream was the Kitsune. She saw us, backed up a little, grabbed her tails, and them fell over." Doa Wel explained.

"Odd." Cologne knew they were leaving some details out, but it didn't really matter. She could tell from analyzing the ki-lines that this Kitsune was actually the same boy from before. What she didn't get was how the boy could be both a were-cat and a Kitsune. The female part she could understand. The boy had been through Jusenkyo after all. But she was sure that the natural magic of Kitsune's would not allow them to be cursed by Jusenkyo. She was also sure that there was no spring of drowned Kitsune. What she was seeing before he wasn't some sort of clever fake or some compilation of curses, it was as far as she could tell a true-born Kitsune, with the magic-flows and all. Damn, that complicates things. The boy is, as far as I can tell, a natural male were-cat, a natural a female Kitsune, and has at least one Jusenkyo curse, possibly more. What a mess.

"Girls, find a clearing and set up camp, it's too late to head back to the village now." Cologne said.

"But Great-Grandmother/Elder, what about the panther-man monster/Musk?" the two asked.

"Don't worry about him, child. All your questions will be answered in the morning. We must take care of our guest however." Cologne said. She regarded the fallen form. Yes, there will be some answers in the morning, but then there will be so many more questions. I fear I might have to pierce the shield to get them too. Sighing, she went over and picked up the Kitsune, and hopped off in the direction the two young Amazons went in. "Seems I am carrying you everywhere these days" said quietly to herself and laughed.

A.N. Short chapter, I know. Working on more, so hold your horses. Anyway, I hope you like it so far. I do want to do a gold diggers cross, but I'm not as familiar with the series as I should be, my experience mainly comes from fan fiction, crossovers at that. If anyone knows a good resource site that I can get a handle on the gold diggers univers with I would appreciate it.

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