Kikori laid on her stomach, resting her chin on her right palm, and kicking her legs absentmindedly as she watched Ranma stretch in her room, "So you're saying that you think that while Prince Herb is asking the tower for help with whatever, Prince Spice is dead set on going against that idea?"

Ranma stopped his stretching, walked to the edge of the bed beside Kikori, and sat down, "Yep. And I think it has been going on for a while," Ranma chuckled, "this is like sibling rivalry multiplied by a hundred."

Kikori frowned and rolled onto her back, "So will this affect our mission?"

"With our luck?" Ranma said sarcastically, "That's a sure bet."

"Not our luck Ranma, YOUR luck." Kikori replied with a straight face.

"What's THAT suppose to mean!" Ranma exclaimed jumping off the bed and faced Kikori.

"It means most of the time it's because of you that we end up in really tight spots." Kikori said with a smile on her face.

Ranma huffed and crossed his arms across his chest and sat back down, "Anyways, I think we need to be more on guard."

Kikori nodded silently.

"Breakfast is going to be served soon," Ranma said standing up again, "I'll go change and meet you outside."

"Not changing in front of me again?" Kikori said teasingly, "Or do you only strip for paying customers."

Ranma blushed, "I'll meet you outside in a few."

Kikori watched her partner exit her room, "Oh goddess why is it that we always get the missions that will turn all complicated."

Act 1: Chapter 20

The Saotome Secret Technique doesn't always seem so stupid…

"I hope you found breakfast to your liking?" Herb said from across a large rectangular table inside a large but simple room. Beside him, to his left, sat his councilor Sal Te, and behind him, by the door to the room, stood two guards.

"Yes, although I must say my taste differs from yours." Kikori replied politely, "But I do not think my partner minded the change of flavors in our meal."

The two musk at the table chuckled in remembrance of breakfast as Ranma blushed bright red in embarrassment, "Well, the food WAS good."

"Ahem." Herb cleared his throat, "Anyways, let's get onto business shall we? As the request that we sent to the tower had said, we wish to negotiate with the tower for daily supplies and some foods in exchange for help with the oppositions that the tower has been experiencing in the…"

Ranma tuned out the conversation as he studied the two Musk that are in front of him, letting Kikori do all the negotiations so he won't somehow screw up an already delicate situation, instead, he concentrated on the reaction of the two Musk nobles. The councilor still seems to be suspicious of us. By the looks of him, he still thinks we're here to not insult them. Hopefully Kikori can convince him otherwise…

The pigtailed mage switched his attention towards the Prince of the Musk, as he also watched the negotiations that he has passed on to his councilor to handle. They're eyes met, both digging into each other, hoping to find information out of each other. The contact is broken swiftly as the two turned their heads to observe the two negotiators again. It's like he is trying to see any weakness in us. Maybe I'm looking into this too much, I mean after all, this is basically a city of fighters, probably just a habit of his or something.

"…out of fairness, the tower can not pay your soldiers more than what we usually get paid for our missions just for this. Usually, missions such as this, the tower is only gets paid for a small amount, and with what you are suggesting, we'll be over paying you for your services and the tower would not accept the terms."

"Perhaps we can provide you with something else, along with our soldiers help." Herb suggested.

"We'll have to see what it is first, and run it by the mage council." Kikori replied evenly.

Herb nodded, "Councilor, send for the lore master, and ask him to bring some of the warrior scrolls."

Sal Te gasped, "But my prince, those are-"

Herb gave his councilor a glare, effectively cutting him off, "Hm, perhaps it is prudent for me to go with my councilor. Forgive me for leaving the two of you here, but we'll be back as soon as possible."

Kikori nodded, "Very well."

The two mages watched as the two large men walk out of the room, "So Ranma…"

"Yeah?"

"What do you think?"

Ranma sighed and leaned back on his chair, "Well, Herb seems to be hoping for the best, but that councilor guy, he's still suspicious of us, even at the end bit there with your suggestions and stuff."

"See, why can't you be this observant normally?" Kikori said with a small smile, "You might not be as big as a jerk if you were."

Ranma spluttered, "I'm always this observant!"

Kikori rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Delusions of grandeur."

"My prince, you must reconsider!" Sal Te said urgently as they walked towards the library of the castle, "You are giving away Musk secret combat techniques to a group of people that has been our opponent in the past!"

"It does not matter if they have some of our battle spells," Herb countered, "as long as they do not know of our magic weapon production methods or war tactics. After all, those are the Musk's true strength when it comes to battle."

The two stopped in front of a curiously modest wooden door and Sal Te quickly placed himself between Herb and the door, "Please, reconsider I beg of you."

Herb paused for a moment, "Sal Te, you have advised me in many things even before I was elected to hold the throne before a King is selected. I wish for you to think about this carefully, before stopping me again."

Sal Te stood there staring at Herb with his shouldered squared, "I…"

"Think, Sal Te, think carefully." Herb said calmly.

The councilor's head dropped and his shouldered sagged and stepped aside, but, a sad smile grazed his face, "For his majesties dream."

Herb nodded grimly and walked into the door.

Kikori smiled at the two returning Musk nobles, following behind them, a large man with round ears on the top of his head followed, carrying some books.

"These are some descriptions and minor details of some of the lore that we have," Herb explained and gestured for the man to place the books on the table, "Please, take a look."

Kikori turned towards Ranma, who shrugged and randomly picked one and starts to read. "My partner will be a better judge of these." Kikori explained to the two nobles.

Ranma stared at the lore in front of him trying to keep a neutral expression, From the descriptions of these spells, it seems like it's on par with the higher level spells. But they are showing us this as if they are normal spells. This means they have even MORE powerful spells in they're library that the tower hasn't even heard of! This is more than enough to pay for supplies for the Musk for the next two years!

"Well?"

Ranma licked his lips and closed the book slowly, "I'll have to discuss this change in offer with my partner privately."

Kikori frowned at Ranma who nodded in reply, "Why don't we meet again later in the afternoon after lunch perhaps?" Kikori finally said.

Herb nodded, "I'll let you two discuss this change, but I'm afraid we can not meet later this afternoon. I have some other things I have to attend to. Perhaps we can continue this tomorrow and hopefully have the basic deal drawn out by the day after."

"If you'll excuse us, we'll be going back to our room." Kikori said bowing, and exited the room, followed by Ranma.

"What was so earth shattering that you need to stop the negotiations," Kikori said exasperated, "You know that if we don't finish this soon, the tower has orders to send a small group in to see what is wrong!"

"I know, but those spells, they are all high level spells." Ranma replied, "And they are SHOWING them to us. These are the spells they use regularly in fights. Not to mention way they cast these spells and the source of these spells, it's like a mix of Channeler's magic and Spirit magic."

Kikori blinked, "So, you're saying that…"

"Unless the tower is hiding some lore from us, these are completely unknown to the tower. With this new way of casting, it might change the whole mage class system that the tower has right now!" Ranma exclaimed.

Kikori stared at Ranma, "So you're saying that with this lore, they might be able to pay for they're requested year of supplies WITHOUT them sending any help?"

"I'm saying that with this lore, they can pay for at LEAST twice that and still have some left over to buy few hundred acres of land." Ranma said seriously.

"Wow." Kikori said before sitting herself down onto the bed, "That's… something isn't it."

"This isn't what I was expecting." Ranma said pinching the bridge of his nose, "Why do things have to be so complicated."

"It's always complicated when your involved Ranma." Kikori said jokingly.

"Yeah, that is true isn't it?" Ranma replied with a grin.

"It is time, tonight we strike."

Few of Spice's choice warriors stood before him in his own chambers within the Musk citadel watching their leader intently, waiting for their orders.

"Tonight, my little brother will fall, teaching him the folly of ruining our Musk traditions for a fool's ambition." Spice continued, clenching his fist, barely controlling his own want for his own brother's destruction, "The two mages from the tower must be disposed of too. Your orders are this, two warriors will take care of the two mages while they sleep and the rest will be charged with killing Herb and his guards. You will strike out during the mid of night."

"As you command King Spice." The warriors said in unison, kneeling before the elder of the two dragon princes.

"I will not tolerate failure."

A light breeze blew across Ranma's face as he stared at the ceiling of the room given to him; he sighed and turned to his side with a tried look on his face. Why am I getting the feeling that something is going to happen very soon?

"I seriously think some god or goddess is out to get me." Ranma muttered darkly as he looked into the mirror in front of him, revealing a figure with a knife about to stab him, "Ya know, an assassination might work better if ya target don't know ya here."

Deftly rolling out of the way of the downward stab, Ranma quickly raised his hand and pointed his palm towards his would be assassin, "See ya, I call upon the breath of a demon."

Hundreds of needles made of wind ripped through the assassin and pushed him towards the wall of the room with its momentum, "I'm sure Herb would forgive me for killing an assassin." Ranma scratched his head sheepishly as he stared at the mess, "Wait… Kikori!"

Once more, raising his hand, pointing towards another wall, "I call upon the weapon of Nature!"

The wall in front of the pigtailed shattered revealing another assassin on top of his partner with a dagger ready to kill, "NO! RELEASE!"

The assassin is quickly batted aside revealing a very upset Priestess, "You know Ranma, you could've just nudged him a bit and he'll fall right down, you didn't have to break his neck in the process, I had him paralyzed."

Ranma shrugged, "Well, it didn't look too good from my point of view ya know."

"Well, you've just woken half of the people here with that yell of yours." Kikori pointed out as she pushed herself out of the bed, grimacing at sight of the dead Musk assassin.

"You shouldn't look in my room then." Ranma said absentmindedly, noticing Kikori's reaction, "Let's get out of here before more assassins come for us."

"Let's go then." Kikori grabbed her cloak and headed towards the door, but Ranma stopped her, holding onto her arm.

"This way," Ranma tilted his head towards the veranda, "trust me."

The priestess followed her partner dumbly and stared at him as he held out his arms.

"Well? Hop on." Ranma said exasperated.

"What exactly are you planning to do." Kikori said carefully, "You do realize that we are at least ten stories above ground."

Rolling his eyes, Ranma swooped Kikori up, "Wings of angels, carry me."

"You know, you could've just told me you are going to fly us out." Kikori said wiry, "I'm not a mind reader."

"Yeah, but it's more fun seeing your face when scooped you up." Ranma replied as he scanned below him for any Musk soldiers.

Kikori shook her head and began to scan behind them, "Hey Ranma, is that Herb being chased by some people I see back there?"

Ranma slowed down then turned around, "Hey, it is, wonder what he's doin' out here."

"Sometimes I worry about you Ranma." Kikori groaned, "What are you waiting for, go down and help!"

"Alright, pushy…" Ranma muttered as he descended, earning him a light slap to the head.

"Why did I ever stay partnered up with you when I KNOW you always get these missions." Kikori sighed.

"I dunno, my charmin' personality?" Ranma replied jokingly.

"Goddess…"

Herb growled another wave of 'assassins' appeared, trying to kill him as he flee his own castle, This is getting extremely annoying . The Dragon prince stopped and turned to face his would be killers with right hand next to his head, "Drake Flare!"

A red orb appeared in his hand before the dragon prince throws it towards his pursuers. The orb landed in the middle of the group before erupting into a pillar of fire, consuming all of them.

"And here I thought you'll need some help to take care of them faster."

Herb turned around to see the two Japanese mage just as they landed behind him, apparently, battle ready.

"By the way, was that dragon magic?" Ranma asked pointing at the scorched area.

"Yes, you didn't think my draconic appearance is just for show." Herb said wiry.

"Well…" Ranma trailed off scratching his head and chuckling nervously.

"Drake Flare is quite a powerful spell, although my brother has more control over it, usually, this unaltered version of Drake Flare should be able to take care of anything that comes in my way." Herb explained before he started walking towards the exit of the city, "We must be going, if my brother plans on killing us, he'll have more assassins that this. I just hope my retainers made it out."

Ranma and Kikori nodded in agreement, "The soldiers in the outer ring of the city, wouldn't they slow us down?" Ranma pointed out as they walked towards the gate.

"The city is made to keep people out, not in, even if the soldiers did put up resistance, we should be able to escape from here before more of my brother's assassin comes for us." Herb said confidently, "I am sorry about having our negotiations come out like this."

Ranma snorted, "Don't worry 'bout it, all the missions I end up in ends up as a magic flinging fest or a frantic escape from some odd ball mage. Some god up there is after me, I'm almost sure of it."

Herb gave Ranma an odd stare.

"Don't mind him," Kikori said, slapping her partner's head as if to chastise him, "He's always like this when things go wrong. He loves situations like these."

Ranma huffed, "Not my fault I live for challenges."

The Dragon prince chuckled lightly, "Perhaps the gods up there just like you too much to give you the challenges that you seem to love so much."

The pigtailed mage blinked, "Hmm never thought of it THAT way before."

"We are out." Herb said suddenly, "Just down the stairs and we'll be free of the walls. It seems the guards won't give us any resistance either, or else they would have stopped us before we pass the gates."

"Herb!"

The trio turned back to see two teens running towards them, "Mint? Lime? You made it out!"

Lime panted, trying to catch his breath while Mint nodded, "What's happening Herb? One moment me and Lime were sleeping, and then some guys were trying to kill us. Is this another one of your tests?"

Herb shook his head, "No, it seems my brother is trying to secure his place in the throne by killing me."

Mint scratched his head, "Huh? But why would he do that?"

"Just follow me." Herb growled, "Were you followed?"

"Umm." Mint scratched his head, "I'm not sure, hey Lime, were we followed?"

Lime stood up and looked at Mint, "I thought YOU were watching our back!"

"No, I remember telling YOU to watch our back." Mint countered.

"Imbeciles." Herb growled again before coughing into his fist to gain the two Musk's attention, "Doesn't matter, we must get out of here."

The two stopped arguing and nodded, "Say, who are those two?"

Mint blinked and turned towards the two mages Lime pointed out, "Oh, how come I didn't see you two? Are you guys trying to kill us too?"

Herb slapped his forehead in frustration.

"Your retainers Herb?" Ranma asked, barely holding in his laughter.

"Quite." Herb replied massaging his temples, "Musk teens always are a bit air headed once they hit puberty. I'm just glad I don't have to go through that."

Kikori nodded, "I wonder why that is though?"

Lime and Mint's eyes widen at hearing Kikori's voice, "Are you… a… a GIRL!"

Kikori blinked in shock, "Umm… Yes…"

The two Musk teens gasped and studied Kikori intently.

"Lime, Mint, this is REALLY not the time." Herb muttered before dragging his two retainers down the stairs to the outer walls of the Musk city.

Ranma looked at his partner, "Interestin' people, aren't they…"

Kikori nodded dumbly, "Yeah, and here I thought you and Ryouga are the two most clueless guys I know when it comes to girls."

"I am not…"

The priestess game her partner a skeptical look, "If you say so…"

Ranma glanced behind him once again as he felt a chill down his spine, "Hey, I REALLY think there is someone followin' us…"

"If you can't pin point the, we can't really do anything about it." Herb replied and concentrated behind the group, "Spice trains his trackers well."

"I can find them for you Herb." Mint said seriously, "Just give me the word."

"No need," Herb replied, "They will come to us. If I know my brother, then he'll want to kill us before we exit the city. He's just giving us a false sense of security."

"Why before we leave?" Kikori asked, "What would that do?"

"To have me killed within the walls of the Musk city will show the people that I am weak." Herb explained, "To be killed in your own city would show everyone that knows that you are weak."

"What about the guards?" Ranma asked pointing towards the outer wall, "Won't they try to stop them?"

"Our guards won't harm any Musk unless there is an official dissention splitting the people into two." The dragon prince sighed, "Since me and my brother's feud is just that, a 'harmless' feud and it isn't official, the guards won't do anything. Spice knows that if he were to declare a feud while I am on the throne, even if it's temporary, he and his followers would be kicked out."

"Herb, we're surrounded…" Mint said suddenly, staring at the slope beside the stairs they walk on.

"Spice trains his trackers a bit TOO well…" Herb muttered irritable, "I've used up too much energy to cast more than one more Drake Flare."

Ranma's eyes widen, "You don't seem too winded to me."

"Showing weakness is not an option for a Musk royalty." Herb replied coolly, "I hope you have something to help us escape."

Ranma frowned, "I think I have somethin' up my sleeves."

Kikori rolled her eyes, "What's with the false modesty Ranma, I KNOW for a fact you have a spell for this."

The pigtailed mage grinned, "I can get us out, but when Herb says escape, he means escape without anyone tailin' us."

"Correct," Herb said as Spice's trackers slowly came into sight of the party. Lime and Mint immediately leapt to Herb's side.

"Herb can ya clear a path so that we can exit the city." Ranma said licking his lips with anticipation.

"Easily done."

"Kikori, go with Herb's retainers and help them, Herb can you clear the path on my signal please." Ranma let out a breath as the trackers closed in on them.

"What plan do you have mage?" Herb muttered as he prepared his spell.

"Now!"

"Flame Tougue!" A line of fire spewed out of Herb's out stretched hands, incinerating the Trackers in front of him.

"Get out of here, I'll take care of the rest!" Ranma yelled as he leaped out of the way of a diving Tracker, hoping to impale him with a dagger, "Wings of Angels, carry me."

Ranma quickly flied towards the outer wall and landed on it and pointed both his palms at the group of Trackers chasing the others on the stairs. "I hope Herb won't be too mad at me destroying the stairs. Angry winds of endless flows, come forth from hell and show the mortals of your demonic might!"

Kikori stopped the group at the gate, "I think I know what Ranma is doing. I need to set up a barrier so those Trackers won't get pass the gate."

The three Musk gave the Priestess a questioning glance, "Just trust us, we know what we're doing." Pulling out her necklace, Kikori held it out in front of her face, "Oh Goddess of Healing, lend us thy strength, heed my plea. Protect us from harm; separate us from those who go against your power!"

A blue wall flickered into existence in front of the pursuing group, making few of them slam into the magical barrier. Kikori's knees buckled as they slammed into the barrier, "You Musk are too strong for your own good. I don't think I've ever felt so drained from a physical hit at my barrier."

"Well, we ARE Musk." Herb said matter of factly before hearing a loud boom. Turning this attention back up, he watched the Trackers suddenly catch on fire and slam into the stairs below them, "What in the name of Dragons is THAT."

"A little spell I like to use against mobs." A winded Ranma replied as he jumps down from the wall, "Draining, but effective. Sorry about the stairs by the way, but I don't think you'd appreciate me destroying the city and the castle instead."

The three Musk stared at the aftermath of the spell, a crater, just wide enough to cover the width of the stare with ten burning corpses laying in it, the slopes beside the stairs remained untouched, but the boom has caused a few loose rocks from the two mountains beside the stair to roll down.

"Even more destructive than my Drake Flare spell," Herb muttered in awe, "but from the looks of it, it drains you more than it's worth."

Ranma shrugged, "Well, it usually finishes the job, so I'm not complainin'. Let's get out of here, I'm sure we can get to neutral grounds and get some rest and decide what we should do tomorrow."

Everyone nodded and stepped out of the Musk city.

"I can't believe they sleep on trees." Kikori said, sitting on the ground with her back against a tree, looking at their companions as they get themselves ready to retire for the night.

"I can't believe they can jump that high." Ranma muttered jealously, taking note on where the three Musks are sleeping, at the top of the trees.

"Is that a note of jealousy I hear?" Kikori teased before wrapping her cloak more tightly around her.

Ranma snorted, "Ya look really tired when we left the city, are those Musk really THAT strong, I mean they just slammed into your barrier, it's not they were throwin' magic spells at ya."

"Don't change the subject," Kikori scowled, "and yes, they ARE that strong."

Ranma gave an appreciative whistle, "That some muscle power."

"Ranma…"

Ranma sighed, "Ok ok, I wish I can do that, and yes I'm jealous happy!"

Kikori blinked in surprise, "Never expected you to admit it."

"Yeah well…" Ranma sighed and lied down on the ground with his cloak on top of him, "I always wanted ta touch the sky with my own power ya know. Bein' able to jump like that must me nice."

Kikori nodded, "I can't believe we are doing this again, sleeping outside without a tent or even a sleeping bag."

Ranma shook his head, "I forgot to pack them, wasn't expecting us ta be in a situation like this. I thought we'd be in a dungeon or something'. Not bein' chased out like some fugitive."

"Glad to see you're as optimistic as ever Ranma." Kikori replied closing her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Ranma looked at the priestess and sighed. Taking his cloak he folded it in half a few times and handed it to her, "Use my cloak as a pillow, or else you'll never fall asleep."

Kikori blushed and took the cloak, "Thanks."

"Good night."

"Night Rammie."

"Yum, roasted rabbit on an open fire," Ranma said, watching the rabbits that Mint and Lime has caught on a stick beside a camp fire, "When was the last time we had something like this Kikori?"

"That would be the time you ate all of our supplies." Kikori said coolly, "And I still haven't forgiven you for that."

"It wasn't MY fault!" Ranma whined, "That jerk channeler did that to me!"

"Mint, Lime, stop staring at the priestess." Herb growled dangerously as he tries to stop his retainers from staring.

"But Herb, a GIRL!" Mint said, ignoring the order from Herb.

Kikori sweatdropped, "Can you please stop staring."

"Who woulda thought a prissy priestess like you would have admirers." Ranma said teasingly.

"Who asked you." Kikori huffed angrily.

"C-can I t-touch your breasts." Lime swallowed nervously.

"WHAT!"

"Lime, I heard you're supposed to date them before you can do that." Mint said slowly and stopped his partner in mid-reach towards Kikori's breasts.

"Date? What's that?"

"I think it's having tea with them or something."

"But what about this one night stand I keep hearing about."

Mint scratched his head, "Maybe we need a night stand to touch her breasts."

"But we don't have a night stand, so do we have to drink tea with her first?"

Mint's eyes lit up, "That must be it! D-do you w-want to have t-tea with me."

"NO!" Kikori yelled, a blush lit up her face.

"Interesting retainers you have Herb." Ranma said laughing at the scene.

"My councilor thought that I would learn to govern people if I can control these two," Herb replied, with a twitch in his eyes, "apparently, if I manage to get these two imbeciles to stop acting like idiots, I can govern anything."

"If anyone manages to get these two ta stop actin' like that before the end of puberty, I'd beg for him to teach me." Ranma replied still laughing.

"Us Musk do not have a time limit for puberty," Herb said sighing tiredly, "You must first consummate with a female before puberty stops."

"Ya mean you'll just keep havin' growth spurts until ya have SEX with someone?" Ranma said bewildered.

"Yes, apparently, we have something in us that keeps us growing, of course there is a limit as to how much we can grow, but everything else that puberty gives, such as development of sex traits, voice changing, keeps happening until you engage in intercourse." Herb answered, "Of course, usually Musk men will go into heat and will most likely have sex at the age of eighteen or nineteen, and the villages surrounding our city have lots of candidates that are willing…"

Ranma clutched his head, "Wow, gives the sayin', 'Makin' a man outta ya' a whole new meaning…"

"I'm glad the dragon lines don't need to suffer through this." Herb said with a relief sigh.

Ranma nodded and watched Mint and Lime make fools out of themselves, "So is this weird air head thing they have a part of Musk puberty or something?"

"Well, if it is, then I'll have to wait till they're eighteen before I can stop enduring this. But one way or another, they'll snap out of it." Herb sighed, "Stop trying to force to the priestess to drink tea Lime!"

"But how am I supposed to touch her breast!" Lime whined.

"How do ya figure that?" Ranma said chuckling at the expense of his partner.

"Well, when they actually have sex, it'll snap them out of it anyways." Herb said wiry, "That is if it doesn't break their mind first."

"Win-win situation huh?"

"Quite."

First order of business, I'd like to thank my brand new pre-readers! (Yay, new new new! It's like a new car, only less expensive, well, actually I don't pay them… well, actually, it's not like a new car, but still…) Without them, this chapter that you read will be filled with errors that are so horrific you would die just from seeing them, I should ask them for their names… 'cause I'm too lazy to type out they're e-mail O,o. Secondly, I'm sorry about the delayed update, trying to find a job sucks. And lastly… well that's it really.

For those of you who is curious about that spell Ranma casted at the end. That's one of his big fours, yep you heard me, he wasted one of his best moves on a bunch of faceless characters! How does it work you ask? Just read on

Omake Magic Lessons with…. Omake

"Yo, this is Ranma Saotome, no the wussy one from this fic, but the REAL one."

"I am NOT a wuss!" Ranma, wearing a black cloak walks out with a green ball of magic floating on his hands.

"HA! You can't even beat five of those faceless goons without being winded, you're a wuss if I ever saw one!"

Fic-Ranma growled, "I'll show you wuss, Angry winds of endless flows, come forth from hell and show the mortals of your demonic migh!"

"WAH!"

BLAMMO!

"Anyways," Fic-Ranma continued, "The writer guy wanted me to explain how that spell works, because apparently he doesn't know how it works either so I'm stuck with tell you people how it goes."

"Mouko Takabisha!"

BOOM!

"This is MY section you already have your turn in the fic!" The real Ranma growled, "So where was I? Oh yeah, ya see, that weird spell does, err. DAMNIT! I lost that piece of paper I'm suppose ta read off of!"

"Wind, you are the weapon of DEATH!"

Whoosh!

"Idiot, can't even just talk without screwing up." Fic-Ranma muttered, "Anyways, basically that spell just makes the molecules in the air move at super sonic speeds. The fire that suddenly appear on those people's body is just due to the friction of the molecules and their clothes. Feh, I can't believe HE needs a piece of paper to remember that."

"Hey bro, hate to break it to you, but you DID make up that spell, or at least the story you did." Saiko said, off stage.

"Oh shut up. Oof." Fic-Ranma replied before being tackled by the real Ranma.

"That's IT! You almost cut off my pigtail!" Real-Ranma growled, "You are SO going down now, I don't care if you're me!"

"Your hair? I was going for ya head," Fic-Ranma replied, "And I'd like to see you try to take me down ya dumbass!"

"DIE!"

"DIE!"

"I told you not to invite the Real Ranma for the extra script guy, but NO, you won't listen to me." Ryoga said shaking his head.

"Well, EXCUSE me."

BOOM!

"There goes the stage…" Kikori said, blinking, "So tell me, who's my boyfriend and who's the guest star?"

"Just look the one flinging magic spells." Shampoo said, "The green balls I mean, not the blue ones."

Omake End Omake

Hmm, that was weird…

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