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"So, son-in-law, I see you are indeed cured, or there would be no way you and the Tendo girl could be standing like this." Cologne glared at the young couple, grinding her teeth. She just couldn't believe that these two… two… children had somehow managed to lie to her! "How long?"
"I was 'cured' by the time I got home when I escaped under the neko-ken," Ranma said, letting go of Akane and falling into a loose stance that anyone who hadn't seen him fighting before would think was a sign of Ranma being somewhat inept in the Art.
Cologne knew better. She'd seen him bludgeon people into senselessness far too many times from that stance to not recognize it. Besides that, she also favored a loose stance. It caused your opponent to underestimate you while giving you the flexibility to choose between a proper offense or defense.
Dismissing Akane as a non-threat, she rounded on Ranma. "And the reason you did not feel like sharing this information would be?" she demanded, and felt Ranma's ki flare a bit at the question. Careful, I'm treading on dangerous ground here, she thought to herself.
"Why should I? The second everyone knew that I was normal again, everything goes back to the way it was. I don't want everything back that way. Ryoga might be out of the question, and Happosai won't be a problem, but the last thing I need is your damn great-granddaughter latching onto me like God's Duct Tape."
"That doesn't matter!" Cologne spat, taking another step into the dojo. "At the very least, I should have been informed! I've spent all this time researching into a cure for you that wasn't needed! And you've been using the threat of physical contact against me the entire time!"
"Kept you away from me, didn't it!" Ranma snapped.
"When it was an empty threat all along!" Cologne shot back. She advanced on Ranma, noting that he was not backing down and his battle aura was starting to show. She took a breath and forced herself to calm down. At this rate… "The point is, if you had simply told me you were cured from the start, then we wouldn't have wasted our time looking for a cure when we could be taking the proper route and have been finished bringing you into the tribe by now. The ceremony does take about a day, and there's no way in hell I'm letting you slip away from me this time-"
And then Cologne was forced to stop as Ranma flung himself at Cologne, knocking her into the dojo wall with a foot. Dammit, what's pissed him off; we've been in bigger arguments than this before. Is it his new relationship with the Tendo girl? She scrambled back to her feet, rolling to avoid a foot-stomp, and lashing out with her stick, feeling it blocked by Ranma's arm. Cologne pivoted around the stick, throwing a punch towards Ranma's chest, only to find his knee in the way as it smashed into her legs, throwing her off balance. Dammit, that was going for my head. It can't be Akane Tendo. Even if they are a couple now, his temper is always better than this. For him, yelling during an argument is perfectly normal. What's gotten into the boy?
Ranma lashed out with a low roundhouse going for Cologne's stomach, planning on driving her breath out of her. She blocked it with her staff again, and then spun it around in a strike for his other kneecap. He jumped over it, and came down from his small descent with his foot aimed at Cologne's head. Another block, this one barely managing to hold off on the strength of the strike.
Ranma's sole thought was I will not let her split up me and Akane.
"Stop this, son-in-la-" There was a definitive crunch as Ranma's fist caught Cologne's face. Note to self, Cologne thought as she felt blood trickle down her forehead, stop saying son-in-law, it pisses him off. She jumped back, trying to get out of reach, knowing that she would not last against Ranma when he was angry, sheer luck avoiding the snap-kick he sent at her. "Ranma, waAIIII!"
Another hard blow to her back sent her flying in football fashion towards Ranma, and his swinging foot. Cologne gagged as Ranma's shoes sank into her belly. She bit back several Mandarin curses when she managed to glance behind her, seeing Akane Tendo in a weak Umisen-ken, and brandishing that infernal mallet.
I am not a golf ball! the Amazon Elder objected mentally.
Akane's Umisen-ken might have been weak because of her unstable emotions, Cologne realized, but it was just barely strong enough to allow her ki presence to hide when Cologne's ki awareness was already being flooded by Ranma's battle aura. I am so screwed. Her Umisen-ken night as well be perfect, for all the ability I have to sense her when Ranma is pushing his aura out like this.
Retreating into a corner, Cologne took advantage of a temporary moment of peace as her two opponents circled in. This was intolerable! Losing to Ranma was one thing, but Akane Tendo! She didn't even stand a chance against that okonomiyaki chef! She glared at the two, who seemed to try to circle in front of each other constantly as they moved inward. Cologne recognized the tactic; it was primarily used to throw one's opponents off balance in a fight, so that they couldn't be sure exactly where the attack was going to com from, or from who.
No, Cologne realized, they're both trying to get in front, and keep me from the other! But why? She bolted, bouncing up and off a wall as Akane attacked first, mallet going through the air. Avoiding that strike was no problem, but Ranma's follow-up ki blast nailed her in the shoulder, rendering her left arm useless. In desperation, she abandoned her only weapon, flinging the staff towards a disabling pressure point on Ranma. She allowed her shoulders to sag in relief when she saw it get through his defenses, and land perfectly on target.
Then Ranma caught the staff as it started falling, and threw it out the door. Cologne almost screamed in frustration when she saw a faint blue glow from under Ranma's shirt. Through the torn material, she glimpsed a hazy ki-projection protecting the area over the spot she had been aiming for. A faint, not-quite-perfect ki-construct, obviously based on Soun's ki-forged weapons technique.
"Still need to practice that," Ranma said, smirking. Then he and Akane started that slow circling movement towards her, almost like…
Cologne backed away slowly, trying to buy herself time to think. Great, two-to-one in his favor against the man who killed a god and the girl he's been training. I should retire. She eyed them both warily.
They weren't fighting normally, which was what really unnerved her. Akane Tendo ran forward to crush you underhand, not even minding her defense, and Ranma was not the slow-to-approach type either, though intensely more skilled. And the one strike I get through his defenses lands on a ki-construct he's only been practicing for a few hours! Gods!
"But they're my chosen tribe," whined Athena. "I have to assist her!"
Goddesses of war should not whine like little children, Chaos thought to himself.
"Goddesses of war should not whine like little children," Loki said to her. Athena backhanded him in the face, sending him flying with the sound of an artillery shell, crashing into a wall.
"Which is precisely why I didn't say it out loud," Chaos murmured to himself. Louder, he told Athena, "But he's my avatar, and if things work out, then she'll be Loki's avatar, yet neither of us are interfering. You know the rules; you are not allowed to help the old ghoul unless I can help Ranma." He grinned, eyes glowing brightly in amusement. "You want to match your little war-influenced Elder against my Chaos-backed god-slayer?"
Athena glared.
Loki popped back up out of nowhere, channeling Mills Lane. "I'll allow it!"
Athena settled down to watch the fight on the monitor, pouting.
Goddesses of war should not pout.
"Goddesses of war should not pout."
whap screeeeeeeeee crunch
"You're not learning very fast, Loki," Chaos muttered.
If it wasn't for her pride, Cologne admitted to herself, she might have fallen back on that useful technique Ranma and his father had displayed during the Hiryu Shoten Ha training, the Crouch of the Wild Tiger. Rules changed for people who defeated an Elder in an official combat match.
Almost to the wall, and searching for another way out, Cologne genuinely paled when Ranma cracked his knuckles at her, and Akane's familiar and stable mallet vanished in the place of a not-quite-as-stable ki-forged… staff, just like Cologne's.
If the staff doesn't kill me, the irony of it will.
At least she could admit it to herself. Forcing herself to think in the rapidly narrowing time frame before they stopped circling each other and attacked, Cologne reviewed what she had just found out. Ranma is cured, and I'd guess it's the old-fashioned way, with Akane Tendo. It explains why they're together. How the hell she ever kept up with him…
Realization struck. The potion ingredients being off. Nodoka's eternal workout, complete with collapse at the end. That potion, the training potion, could they have-? Her mind worked frantically, working to remember the ingredients, finally coming across-
Blood. Old or new, it matters not. Akane and Nodoka must have the tiniest bit of Ranma's blood in them… and I determined so long ago that anyone who was exposed to Ranma's blood while he was still being influenced would ultimately be linked to him protectively because of that screw-up of a potion Shampoo and Mousse made… and these two idiots probably went and confessed their feelings for each other, thereby linking his emotions to her in his potion-addled mind. Getting in between them now is like signing your death warrant and running towards the swords.
And I thought Nodoka was going to be protective of her son before. Dealing with her now will be insane. On the other hand, I must actually commend them for having the audacity to pull it off. I am impressed. If Shampoo was this scheming, Ranma'd have been in China months ago. Now, how do I get out of this with only one working arm, and my head still attached to my neck?
Her time to think was abruptly over as Ranma charged, sending the Amazon Elder scrambling around his rapidly moving arms and legs. She forced out a one-armed series of punches at Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken speeds, feeling grateful as she felt them hit, scoring against skin, and not just another ki-construct. Her elation was short lived, as a moment later, Akane's imitated ki-staff came swinging, forcing her to abandon her attack, and flinging herself upwards to dodge, ending up eye-level with Ranma. His rapid recovery forced her to drop towards the ground in order to avoid the quick head-butt, only to be intercepted mere centimeters from the ground by Akane's ki-staff, which caught her in the ribs, and sent her flying into the wall, her back screaming in pain when it impacted before she could twist around to slow herself or land against the wall.
I'm not a pinball, either! Akane Tendo might as well be invisible, for all I can track her right now! I have to stop them, but how am I going to do it? They started on the offensive when I said-
"I'm not trying to separate you and Akane!" she shot out, ignoring the flecks of blood that threatened to fall from her face from an earlier attack. Relief coursed through her system when they both stopped circling and straightened out. Neither seemed to completely abandon their readiness, though Akane's ki-staff thankfully vanished.
Cologne dropped, feeling the ache that Ranma's blows had brought. At least his long-distance flights on AkaneAir made sense now, those ki-constructs packed more power than one would believe…
… And now Shampoo was getting on her nerves. It took everything she had just to not hit her over the head and tell her off.
"Great-grandmother need not train so hard, causing injuries. Great-grandmother getting up there in years," Shampoo chided, placing a bandage on Cologne's head. Cologne's eye twitched. "Not matter. Shampoo get Ranma soon, then we take back to China. Ranma be perfect Amazon husband."
And if you believe that as much as you sound like it, my great-granddaughter, I have some wonderful used cars I'd like to sell you… "Shampoo…"
"Almost finished, now," Shampoo said, picking up another bandage.
Has she even noticed that Ranma is wandering around without his blindfold now? "Shampoo…"
"Be perfect," Shampoo continued, looking more than a little dreamy. "Ranma come home, be perfect husband. Have many child, all wonderful warrior girls. No more Mousse…"
"Shampoo," Cologne interrupted, sounding weak, which was great acting on her part. "Please… my staff…"
"Of course, great-grandmother," Shampoo replied, handing over the weapon, and immediately getting lost in her own dream world. Ranma and Akane snorted in unison. Mousse just rolled his eyes. "Girls be so strong like Airen… have husband envy of all…"
"Does she do this a lot?" Akane whispered to Mousse.
"Only once or twice… or nine times a day," he whispered back. "Cologne leaves her be, because she draws in more customers and bigger tips whenever it happens."
Akane and Ranma turned to look at Shampoo, who sat next to her great-grandmother, who was picking up her staff. Shampoo stared off into space, dreamy-eyed, and running one finger over her lips. She sighed, forcing her chest to rise and fall accordingly as she rocked back and forth, swaying her entire body unconsciously. The finger tracing her lips ran in small circles like it was begging for attention.
"So…" Ranma said. "Why's she get bigger tips like that?"
Mousse raced Akane to the ground in a facefault.
"Clueless as ever, eh, Saotome?" groaned Mousse.
"You gonna start crying sometime soon, Mousse?"
Picking himself up from the floor, Mousse eyeballed Ranma. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, the only other guy I know who calls anyone else Saotome, and only wears one outfit, and has long black hair… All you really need is a mustache…"
Mousse blinked, an image of Soun Tendo appearing in his head. "Don't you dare finish that comparison, Saoto- Ranma!"
"My dad's not that bad, baka!" started Akane.
"WAHHH! SAOTOME, THIS INJURY OF YOURS LOOKS SO BAD! WAHHH!"
Three pairs of eyes turned towards the stairs, where the voices were coming from.
"Okay, maybe he is," mumbled Akane.
"Thank you, my dear," Cologne said to Shampoo, and brought the staff down on her great-granddaughter's head hard enough to knock her out. "Senseless drivel!" she spat.
She turned her eyes towards the other occupants of the room. Soun and Genma were up in Genma's room (Soun was tending his injuries), but Mousse, Ranma, Akane, Nabiki, and Nodoka were all present. Kasumi was out in the kitchen with Konatsu; they were cleaning dishes. Well, Konatsu was doing the dishes, and Kasumi was making some food. After all, she knew how hungry Ranma could be after working out.
"Now that the daydreaming descendant of mine has been… set aside for the moment…"
"You're not usually that rough," pointed out Ranma.
"You haven't had to hear that nonsense everyday since we came here!" Cologne countered. "Every day! Every blasted day! I would have long since put a stop to it, but…"
"She draws in bigger tips that way?" finished Ranma.
Cologne gaped. Then, she fished a notebook out of her robes, and flipped it open to a page marked 'Ranma Saotome,' and started scrawling.
"Sometimes… jumps… to the right… conclusion. Not as clueless… as he sometimes… seems."
"Hey!"
"Anyway," Cologne said, "I am about speak of something that will happen for the first time in all three thousand years of Amazon history! Today will be marked in Amazon lore as a historical event that will change all Amazon life for the better!"
"You're gonna get a facelift?" Ranma asked.
BAM!
"So, I wish to have all of you present here while I make this offer. Now, will someone please help Ranma off of the floor?"
Akane and Nabiki pulled a dazed Ranma up into a sitting position, while Mousse hid a grin.
Ranma rubbed at the lump on his head, focusing his eyes on Cologne, only a foot away from his face. "Monkey mummy?"
BAM!
"Ah, Elder, if you keep doing that…" Mousse said, snickering.
Ranma sat back up, ending up eyeball to eyeball with Cologne.
"Bug-eyed beak-faced sloth?"
"Why you…" Cologne growled.
"Elder…" Mousse said, stifling laughter.
"Today," Cologne just about spat, "I am offering you, Ranma Saotome, blooded male warrior, formal adoption into the tribe of the Amazons."
There were confused blinks all around, while Mousse gaped. "Adoption…" he gurgled, "for a male?"
Cologne grinned, and nodded.
"What's the trick?" Ranma demanded. "And why's Mousse making a big deal over it?"
Mousse spoke, never taking his eyes off of Cologne. "Males are never just invited into the Amazons, Ranma Saotome. The only way males can be brought in, according to tribal law, is by marriage or conquest."
"Conquest?" said Nabiki. "That's not in your law book."
"Not in your version, because it's led to way too many deaths," Mousse shot back. "Admission by conquest means that you have the right to declare yourself an Amazon should you defeat an Elder in formal combat, without killing her. It led to many dead men, and not one defeated Elder."
"So…" Ranma said slowly. "If I… beat Cologne into the ground…"
"…you could declare yourself an Amazon…" Akane continued.
"…and declare yourself free of the obligation of marrying Shampoo," Mousse finished. "Since that law only applies to outsider males."
Ranma eyeballed Cologne, smirking in a way the ancient Amazon discovered made her feel like, as her great-granddaughter had so often called it, an obstacle.
It was unnerving as hell.
"You don't have to worry about that option," she said quickly. "I'm offering you induction into the tribe. No need to bludgeon anyone about." Least of all, me again. I am getting to old for this.
"So what's this, er, induction thing all about?" Ranma asked.
"Nothing much, just a few words, an honored promise or two… Now, now, nothing that would tarnish your honor, don't look at me like that. Mostly it's just a promise to uphold that Amazon law, and to come to the aid of the village should we call for you."
Ranma frowned. He glanced at Akane, who shrugged. Mousse still looked a little too startled to be able to help, so Ranma turned again to Nabiki. Nabiki nodded.
"Two conditions," Ranma said, facing Cologne.
Cologne narrowed her eyes. "Name them," she said, sounding cautious.
"One, if you guys start the war, don't expect me to help. If the Musk or Phoenix Mountain comes calling on their own, I'll defend ya, but if you provoked them, you're on your own." I ain't going out and killing 'cause you decided to pick a fight.
Cologne thought for a moment. It's not a bad concept. Ranma does not enjoy killing like many warriors do. And if the Musk or the Phoenix people decide to press their luck, we would still have the power of the young Saotome on our side. He specified that he would defend us… but that doesn't mean that, should they start a war, we couldn't just leave Ranma and a few warriors behind, and counterattack on our own. So long as Ranma's on the defensive, he'll cooperate.
"Accepted," she finally said.
"Second, I'm staying here. This is my home, and I ain't leaving it. 'Sides, that'll keep you guys from bugging me too much."
Cologne frowned. I don't know about that. I, and the other Elders, prefer keeping the Amazons and our allies close. To have Ranma Saotome on this island of a country away from us… hmm… maybe there is something I can get out of that…
"You can stay here, provided that you and yours will make of your home and land an Amazon village."
"Meaning…" Nabiki prodded.
"Meaning that your home, and lands which you own, are to be considered, in the eyes of the village only, Amazon territory. Legally yours, but still a section of land that might be put to Amazon use."
"If we can agree on what use it will be made of," Nabiki countered. "The last thing we need is a war training encampment springing up in our backyard."
"Agreed," Cologne said. "Provided that we can send the occasional Amazon this way, for training, or other purposes. The village has spent too long in hiding, and we need to be taught to survive in outside our enclosed world."
"If we are given prior notice of any Amazons arriving, and that they understand that the Elders are not the ones in charge. We are."
"And," Ranma cut in. "That we get to choose which laws work over here."
"All laws apply!" snapped Cologne. That is going too far!
"But," Nabiki shot back in. "We decide whether the laws apply to certain situations, and have the final say in decisions regarding punishments or outcomes. Some things just won't work here like they do over there. Not everyone in Nerima is an Amazon warrior out for a fight or a wife, and lucky shots do happen."
Cologne paused again, leaning back on her staff. I don't like that… Ranma could negate the laws of marriage if he so chose… but I don't think that having Amazons bludgeoning normal people about the head because they look strong and might make good potential husbands or wives would be appreciated by the Japanese government. At least I managed to keep all the laws in effect. It is acceptable.
"About training," Ranma started. "I ain't showing anybody the Saotome Sealed techniques, 'cept maybe my own family. That junk's dangerous. And as the Master of Anything Goes, I got final say in what gets taught to Amazons."
Cologne suppressed a chuckle. She had been going to insist that Ranma keep the Umisen-ken and the Yamasen-ken to himself anyway. He was right. For an irritating fat man, Genma Saotome had managed to engineer two styles of terrifying power. Handing them over to even one hotheaded Amazon could prove disastrous. Well…
"The entirety of the Yamasen-ken I agree on, and the fighting portions of the Umisen-ken as well, but the stealth abilities of the Fist of 1,000 Seas are too much to be overlooked. I insist that they be taught. Even discounting the obvious ability to hide oneself, the emotion control is requires could benefit any warrior."
"Not the full potential," Ranma shot back. "Teaching someone the full use could lead them to figure out too much the rest, but I'll show how to mask your ki, and how to be almost unseen. And I still get to pick an' choose who does and doesn't get to learn it."
"Agreed. That is how it is usually done. Sometimes, children just shouldn't be given powerful toys." Cologne stuck out her hand towards Ranma, who, after a moment, gripped it, and shook it once.
"Cologne…" he started.
"Yes… young Amazon?" Ranma blinked. That's gonna take some getting used to.
"Last thing… you're the one telling Shampoo."
Cologne froze. "But… as her former betrothed… it should be your responsibility to tell her it's off…"
Ranma didn't let go of Cologne's hand. "But as her great-grandmother, it should come from someone who cares… from family…"
"But such news should come from someone young enough to understand how she feels…"
Akane rolled her eyes. Nabiki just watched in amusement. "Have they even noticed Shampoo's awake?"
"Better not to let them know just yet. At least Shampoo's not paying any attention," Akane muttered back.
"It would be better to come from the voice of age and experience… the Elder of her village…"
"As the Elder of the Amazon Tribe of Japanese Amazons, I couldn't possibly enforce my authority over yours… it should come from you…"
"But Shampoo's not part of my tribe, she a Chinese Amazon… so she'd your probl- responsibility…"
"But again, as we are on your land, my power as a Chinese Elder is overshadowed by yours… it's your word on this land…"
"Ranma Saotome, Grandmaster of the Anything Goes style of martial arts, has ordered me, Happosai, to return to the things I have stolen over the past year I have been in Tokyo. I hope you forgive me. Or at least not beat me severely and toss me out the window after calling me nasty names…"
Cologne and Ranma both turned simultaneously towards the new voice, and watched in amazement as Happosai cautiously, frightfully, handed four pairs of panties and three bras to a slowly enraging Shampoo.
"GIVE!" the Amazon bombshell shrieked, snatching away the clothes, and punting the diminutive former Grandmaster down the hall. A few pieces of cloth were thrown back. "NOT MINE! SHAMPOO NEVER WEAR SILLY THINGS!"
The bras. All of them.
"But…" Happosai mumbled. "I took them from your wash…"
An evil smile crossed Cologne's face. "Those are mine, Happy."
A look of horror firmly attached itself to Happosai. He made a sound in the back of his throat, which suggested he was trying to throw up and gag at the exact same time.
"He can tell her," Ranma said firmly. Cologne nodded. "Nabiki, you tell him what to say, and Cologne and I will be, uh… somewhere else. Gotta go, see ya!"
"DAMMIT RANMA, WAIT FOR ME!" Akane yelled, giving chase to her fiancée and the disappearing Amazon Elder. Mousse, Kasumi, and Konatsu merrily barricaded themselves into the kitchen, while Nodoka hid-, er, went upstairs to visit her husband.
"Think Happosai's telling her?"
Screams of rage and anger echoed up the street.
"I'd say so, former son-in-law."
More shrieks of indignation.
"Think we'll be able to go home soon, Akane?"
"Tomorrow, probably. I hope she leaves soon."
"If I know my great-granddaughter at all, she'll be out of the house in the next few minutes, as soon as she realizes that we're not there."
Chinese curses could be heard in the distance.
"By the way, Ranma Saotome, let me be the first to welcome to officially to the Amazon tribe- HEY, STOP KISSING YOUR FIANCEE AND PAY ATTENTION!"
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Ranma sighed. Sometimes, he could be really, really stupid. Akane had gone and flown off the handle when he refused her cooking, on the basis that a good beef bowl did not stand up on its own and issue martial arts challenges while giving off purple smoke. Of course, refusing Akane's food, saying it was against the martial artist's code to eat intelligent forms of life, especially when it had just issued a challenge, had made Ryoga pop up out of nowhere and summarily try to beat him senseless while Akane also chased him around with her mallet.
Then, when it was all over, and he was lying in a crater in the yard, where Akane's mallet had placed him, he said the dumbest thing he'd ever said in his life.
Which was really saying something.
He'd looked up towards the sky, addressing the kamis, and said, clear as a bell on Sunday morning:
"C'mon. You can do better than that. That was practically boring."
He really should have known better.
Now, sitting in Nabiki's room (he was currently dating her, having long since giving up on Akane, after she'd slapped him in front of the entire school, and told him she hated him, just because he'd saved her from being turned into a vampire instead of giving her the chance to beat something he had almost died at the hands of), he was really regretting having said that.
"They still there, Ranma-baby?" asked Nabiki from her bed, not even looking up from her manga.
"Let me check," replied Ranma, setting down his own manga, and rising from his place on Nabiki's bed at her side.
Ranma strolled over to the window, and threw open the curtains and one of the windows, looking out towards the yard and the street beyond.
"RARRGH, NO ONE DEFEATS IRON CHEF!"
"RANMA, I'M LOST IN YOUR BACK YARD AND CAN'T LEAVE, AND I KNOW IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
"WE, THE SAILOR SCOUTS, HAVE COME FOR OUR PANTIES AND TO DESTROY THE YOUMA HAPPOSAI WHO TOOK THEM!"
"LOVE AND PEACE! LOVE AND PEACE!"
"THIS PLACE IS CRAZY, THAT IT IS!"
"I, EXCELL EXCELL, CLAIM THIS YARD IN THE NAME OF A.C.R.O.S.S.!"
"SCREEEEAARRRGH!"
"LOOK, IS GODZILLA!"
"INUYASHA, SIT!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, AGAIN!"
"THAT, COLOGNE, IS… A SECRET!"
"CHI?"
"IRON WOK SHALL DEFEAT IRON CHEF!"
"DIE, MISS PRISSY PANTS!"
"DIE YOURSELF, YOU DRIED-UP SPACE PIRATE!"
"KEITARO, YOU PERVERT!"
"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"
"IS NOT GODZILLA, GODZILLA NOT PURPLE WITH HORN AND WHITE GLOWING EYES!"
"EEK! KEI, THIS LITTLE FREAK GROPED ME!"
"KILL IT, YURI, KILL IT!"
"DRINK THE BLOOD, POLICE GIRL!"
"GIVE ME BACK CONTROL OF MY BODY, DARK, AND STOP KISSING RIKU!"
"PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!"
"THIS GUY HAS A LOUSY 10,000 WOOLONG BOUNTY!"
"DRAGON SLAVE!"
"I WILL BE HOKAGE!"
"NADESICO, PREPARE TO LAUNCH!"
"SOUSUKE!"
"It is not a problem."
"I SAID DRINK IT, POLICE GIRL!"
"DON'T WANNA!"
"FOR A CATHOLIC PRIEST, YOUR KUNG-FU IS MOST STRONG!"
"FOR A SHAO-LIN MONK, YOUR KUNG-FU IS REALLY LOUSY!"
Ranma closed the window.
"Yeah, Nabiki-chan, they're still there."
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A/N
LunaBOB,
Thanks for the marriage proposal (ducks flying chair thrown by AnimeCrazyGal). Xero, LunaBOB says you now have competition (ducks half-finished keyboard altar thrown by XeroGhost). Never mind, she was just kidding. I like messing with people's minds (watches Xero start working on altar again). Besides, I'm rather devoted to my current girlfriend (ducks flying glomp by AnimeCrazyGal, but doesn't get around the second one). Besides, like you pointed out, I'm six years older than you (makes no attempt whatsoever at removing AnimeCrazyGal's glomp).
If I don't update very fast, I assure you, this time it really, really is AnimeCrazyGal's fault. Want proof?
Gobstopper,
The following review has been submitted to: Ranma's Morning Confession Chapter: 26
From: AnimeCrazyGal ( http/ )
Hmm... So you think I'd look good in a maidservants outfit? Let's see payday is how far away? And the nearest lingerie store is where? hmm... See you later sweetheart! I mean master.
Told you so. Sorry about this… sorta.
drool