Hey peoples.

It just occurred to me that I like naughty stories like this. Really… dirty ones I guess. Lately I have been writing out of my normal genre. For instance that Kotex story… did pretty well and I never thought I could handle comedy.

Above all "Choices Not Given" is my favorite, but it is sort of a dark fantasy story with all that the word "fantasy" entails. Like spells and curses and all that.

This story is … grungy and highlights the worst I can think of while still hosting the normal Ranma characters.

But what truly makes me twisted on the inside… is that out of the three genres (comedy, fantasy, and smutty angst) I prefer a good story with a lot of smut and sex.

Was I born to like stuff like this or was I made that way? Could it have been predestined from my genes? Or was it an outside force I can't recall that damned me this way… ah screw it.

Never mind.

Chapter 1

The Pigtailed Martial Artist

In the streets of Japan, somewhere near the coast a small raucous was being raised by a young girl and a massive panda.

People watching assumed, at first, that such a petite girl would be in great danger from such a towering beast of an animal.

But then again they had never met the latest heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.

"What's the big idea? Picking my fiancé for me! You didn't even ask!"

It was raining cold water. Normally the rain would not have made Ranma angry.

However, recently, some small changes have taken place inside of Ranma's life.

For example, the new addition of what he had heard friends back in school call, "two tits and a slit."

'How can I be expected to marry a girl when I AM one half of the time?'

Another recent addition to the young Ranma Saotome's life would have to be his new and improved father. He was now black and white and furry.

But Ranma would have to say that the coolest part was that he couldn't talk in his new form."Screw this old man! I'm going back to China," and with that Ranma turned to walk in the direction of the source of her ills.

So the question was raised, how would Genma communicate in his new mute water induced form?

He would use large wooden signs.

Just like the one he used to smack his son on the back of the head and drag his "sorry ass" all the way to Nerima.

It was hours later when Ranma finally woke from his temporary coma. His head really freaking hurt.

'What? Where am I? Whoa...' Ranma caughta glimpse of the place around him.

Taking it all in Ranma wondered if anyone actually lived in the undeniably large estate before him. The problems were too many to count.

The grass looked like it had recently been set on fire.

The house was covered in what he assumed to be the remnants of a paintball gun war.

Windows were taped shut and makeshift patches littered the rickety roof.

In all honesty the place looked haunted… well… trashed and haunted.

Ranma noticed that his dad was also staring blankly at the house. Was this the oasis that Pops had promised him?

"Yo Pops, who the heck would live in a dump like this? I hope you don't expect me to live here! I mean look at it . . . aww shit."

Ranma's eyes fell on two girls and an older man standing by the door. It was obvious they were all QUITE offended at what he had said.

From that point on he found it rather difficult to look them in the eye.

He cleared his throat in his newly acquired soprano, "I'm Ranma Saotome, sorry about all this."

Seconds amplified by the thick angry atmosphere felt like ages to the pigtailed boy.

But then a hand fell on his breast and that sped up time pretty good.

"What the hell daddy? He is a she!" The girl attached to his breast was cute, a tad evil looking in Ranma's opinion, but cute none the less.

Which also may have influenced Ranma's internal freak out session.

"Uh, hey… could you not do that?"

The entire room was uncomfortable while Ranma explained his and his father's curse. The two sisters, Nabiki and Kasumi, stared at him with hooded eyes, while the father just looked like he was about to break down.

Ranma had to admit, this was going great.

Once Kasumi heated water, Ranma was able to demonstrate he and his father's added features.

Then he attempted to re-demonstrate his father's into the koi pond.

Mild gasps from the two ladies in the room caused him to raise an eyebrow. A loud crash was heard as his father hid solid concrete.

"You should be more careful with your dad. There isn't water in there to cushion your father's fall. Our pond… dried out." Nabiki pointed out from the steps.

Ranma looked puzzled. He knew of more important questions to ask right now, but the way she said that piqued his curiosity. "What happened to your fish pond? Why don't ya put any water in it?"

It was the older sister that responded, "It was actually destroyed a couple years ago. Our fish were killed too and I have not had the patience to fix something that will just get destroyed again."

Ranma shuddered at how cold her voice sounded.

"Oh." Ranma, for the life of him, could not think of something to say to relax the tension growing between the three of them.

But he knew he had to get the hell out of there soon… before he found a reason to stay.

"You and your dad will share this room. It isn't much but money has been a little tight for some time now so just deal with it." It was Nabiki who had volunteered to give him the tour of the compound.

"Uh, okay." The past few hours in the Tendo estate have honestly been the longest few hours of his life.

He watched Nabiki walk in and flick on the light switch. She swore under her breath when nothing happened.

Ranma's new room needed a new light bulb.

"Mother fucker." Ranma stared slack jawed at Nabiki's choice of words.

"What did you say?" She pushed open the windows and the evening wind caught her hair.

She looked over her shoulder at him with a perfectly arched eyebrow, "I said, Ranma, the words 'mother fucker'. Would you like to hear me say it again?"

He stuttered at the way she could turn any situation into a war for power. "Ah… no. Just not used to hearing girls swear. Sorry."

She turned away from the window and let out a laugh.

It was humorous how the sounds of her laughter made Ranma want to crawl in a hole and die.

She approached him like a hunter and pressed him against the wall with an index finger to his throat. With the light radiating from the window from the west sun behind her, Ranma had trouble making out her features.

He would later swear he saw horns.

"Listen Ranma, you are only here for a little while. Genma won't follow through with the engagement so don't worry about being nice to us. We probably won't even miss you when you leave."

With that she backed away from Ranma and went for the door.

"Oh yeah, your futon is rolled in the closet next to your dads. Have a good night, Ranma."

Then she walked down the hallway and down the stairs.

To say Ranma felt unwelcome would be an understatement.

Genma situated himself on the hard floor next to the dinner table.

Quiet for a moment he resolved himself enough to ask what has been on his mind since the beginning. "What the hell happened here?"

The Tendo Patriarch stared at the table. Genma was sure he could count the number of words his friend had said on one hand.

Genma was finally frustrated, "Soun! Earth to Soun! What the hell happened after Kimiko died?"

That broke through the wall, the tears fell from his friend unflinchingly.

His voice was small but grew more confident as the moments passed. "Kimiko was diagnosed with some disease," tears fell from his eyes without the matching sobs, "I have cried so much since that day it hurts to even remember what she died from..."

Genma was clearly outmatched in this conversation. It was painfully obvious how uncomfortable he was, which only seemed to make matters worse for both long time friends.

It deeply shamed him how shallow he had become.

Did he not even have the emotional capacity to help a dear friend in pain?

Soun went on, "The way it killed her was horrible. She changed before she went. Her mind altered itself to protect her. She…" Soun finally began to break, it grew increasingly difficult to look at him, "started to gamble…with our money… with our house and dojo."

Genma expected this to be the worst. He hoped it would be an uphill battle from here on out with his friend's confession.

"How did you keep the dojo after she died if she gambled it away?" He kicked himself at how much of an asshole he always sounded like. Maybe Ranma was right about him… such as selfish lonely man he was.

"It wasn't the dojo that was hard to buy back. It was what else she…gambled with." Soun's sobs were loud and untamed. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Genma grew confused. "What else is there?"

There was a lot of quiet before the conversation was resumed.

"Kimiko grew angry with her life after the… shift… in her personality. She hated me and our daughters. So she went to some crime boss in Tokhito and bet something that has always been irreplaceable."

Genma didn't really want to ask. "What did she bet, old friend?"

Soun's tears drained to a stop and his deep brown eyes locked with Genma's. "Well, Genma, she bet just enough so that when she passed on, we wouldn't be able to manage. Then the Yakuza would come and take us out."

He went on.

"I knew what she had been doing. I had found out a few days prior to that final night." Soun hesitated, "but I had money saved she didn't know about. I had thought that if gambling made her happy I could just use the money I had saved to fix any damage done."

Genma's stomach twisted at a premonition. "What did Kimiko bet?"

Soun ignored him. "You know, I was saving that money to buy her a ring," Soun laughed through the tears. "She already had a ring… but it wasn't all that special. I was saving to buy her the biggest diamond she had ever seen! I was going to surprise her on our anniversary."

Genma couldn't stand how thick the room was with emotion, "Soun… what did Kimiko bet that day in Tokhito?"

Soun managed to choke the words "Kasumi, she bet our oldest daughter and lost her to the Yakuza."

It was then that that the middle daughter of Soun made her presence known in the room.

Genma couldn't help but marvel at how pissed she always was, even in a sensitive conversation.

"The rest is history, Genma. Kimiko died shortly after. I had no idea what had happened, or even that mother had acquired a taste for gambling." She shot a glare at her father.

"But that is water under the bridge. Once I found out, years later, the Tendo Dojo was on a downhill spiral. The money father had saved was wearing thin and we weren't able to make the monthly payments necessary to keep Kasumi in the house and under our protection."

Her eyes grew hateful and slanted. "I did what was necessary. I contacted anyone and everyone I knew that would loan us the money necessary to keep my family safe. We were finally able to buy her back for good… without the monthly payments."

"But that isn't what counts. The "anyone's" and the "everyone's" called in the money we owed them and we didn't have it. So then they sold our debt back to the Yakuza. So now we owe them money…a lot of money Genma."

She leaned down to look him in the eyes, "in fact, we owe them a shit pot load of money."

She backed off and swept her arms around the room, "So if you will notice the severe damage to the house, the dojo, the lawn, and even our god damn koi pond. I can explain that those are the months we get behind on our payments."

Genma had found that his mouth had gone dry. He couldn't help it, his friend's tears were getting to him. The entire story was killing him, he used to be really good friends with Kimiko.

Picturing her with her beautiful brown eyes and blockbuster smile… evil… destroyed a part of him that he thought didn't exist.

The water gathered behind his eyes before he even remembered the sensation.

"So how do you get by?"

Nabiki let a word flow from her lips before she left the room.

"Akane. She is a goddamn hero."

To say that Genma felt uncomfortable would be an understatement.

Ranma jumped from his window to the squishy muddy earth below.

He was bored and slightly pissed at the entire situation so he decided to explore the fairly large compound below him.

Walking around the outside part of the house it was obvious that this was once a proud home.

Everything from the pearl paint to the real wood flooring reminded him of some rich fancy-pants that lived hundreds of years ago.

Ranma rounded the house and came face to face with the gem of the "proud" school of Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.

"That's a big ass dojo," he marveled to himself.

It was just as broken as the rest of the Tendo Manor but it looked as if special care went into the area around the training hall. The wood was just a bit shinier and the lawn just a bit greener.

That's when he heard it.

He could never have known it then, but the sound he was approaching was going to change his life forever.

His ears could hear music playing softly from the dojo. His feet could feel the soft pump of bass through the ground.

There was only a slight hesitation before he crept towards the mysterious noise.

Of course, it was curiosity that had done the cat in, correct?

Ranma sneakily peaked in the dojo window and soon found himself something he never thought possible.

He found himself… addicted.

Chapter One

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Lady Mokodane