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just a little twist...

Ranma was extremely hungry, but the hunger hardly gnawed at him as much as the anger he felt toward Mousse, or was it hurt? Ranma hardly knew, he had been the closest of friends with Mousse since they were both born. They grew up side by side, both passionate for life, both initiated into manhood at the same time. They spent every moment the village would allow together, learning the secrets of martial arts through nature, feeding eachothers desires and hate. If one formed an opinion, the other soon adapted it. Since Mousse was actually the more outspoken of the two, it typically was Mousse's passions and lusts that were carried out. So, it was rough for the two of them when for the first time in their lives they had to be separate, the vigorous peak of manhood claimed them to be so.

Without realizing it at first, Ranma found himself instantly attracted to the dove of their village. Her name was Shampoo. She was like a sunset of purple hue's, her skin glowed and shimmered in the sunlight, and depending on how the light was hitting her, it was like her eyes appeared to be on fire. He imagined her eyes reflected every passion mankind could have for life. It was for that reason her beauty captivated him, and how he found himself in love with every fiber that she possessed. Yet being a clumsy male in the ways of persuading a lady, Mousse took note of who Ranma had fallen in love with. Mousse looked for the passion that Ranma had described, and knew he could not be satisfied with any other woman.

After a week of courtship between Ranma and Shampoo, Mousse asked Ranma to hunt for the finest meat for celebration of his 'new found love.' Ranma was thrilled to hear Mousse had found someone too, so he excitedly left to hunt for this exquisite meat. Only when he did return did he discover that Mousse's newfound love was non other than Shampoo herself. Ranma would've fought for her, but Mousse wasted no time and brought Shampoo into the act of intercourse, claiming Shampoo to himself for eternity. To break that law among the amazon tribe was death. Ranma loved Shampoo too much to have her die for his lost passion... He just needed some space.

So, Ranma ran from the village, in attempt for alone time and to not be bombarded with the "new" couple. Ranma hadn't eaten in five days and decided it was time to come out of the cliffs and search the ocean for some fish, who knows….sometimes strange things floated on shore. Today was such a day of luck for Ranma. After he filled himself with meat, he set out along the beach shore in search of items to bring back to the village.

Ranma had made a pile of items he found, some he figured would be very useful for burning. Some of the stuff was in a sack and he discovered that the items looked like very heavy human garments. Indeed, they wouldn't be unbearable to wear, but Ranma could never imagine wearing something to cover his chest. Ranma decided to make one last round when he noticed a very large object shifting back and forth along the sand. He looked out into the ocean and noticed at least a dozen of bodies floating lifelessly in the water. Ranma frowned, he had no idea where these people came from, but he did know his village would not be able to do anything about them since they were already dead. These corpses would be no good to them. Ranma walked up to a body that had made it to land, he figured at the very least he could study what the humans from some other land were like. He turned the body over and noticed that it was a young woman. She did not appear to be as the other bodies he had seen floating in the water, flaky and white. She was pale, but there was still a hint of color within her face, and her face looked as though she were not dead at all, but asleep. He studied her features and noticed she had black-bluish hair. He had never seen hair have such a deep shade of blue in it before and wondered if it was somehow painted on. He was also shocked to see her hair to be as short as it was, he had never seen anyone with short hair..all the men and women in his village and even in the opposing village had long hair...She looked about a head shorter than he, her body in great physical keep, he opened her eyelids and noted the vibrancy of hazelnut from within. Her complexion was of great design as well, maybe not as beautiful as Shampoo, but certainly not displeasing. Ranma figured the village would get a kick out of her, so he brought her to the pile he had created earlier and packed up. Ranma then thew the sacks with all the stuff stashed inside over his back and then attempted to lift the moonlit haired corpse. She was amazingly light, he shifted her over his shoulders and began to take the journey back home.

When Ranma was about half way, mid-day, he heard a slight noise, almost a whimper. Ranma stopped and yelled,

"I heard you! If you value your life, I suggest you come out now!"

Ranma was ready for a fight, if the opposing tribe on the other side of the island wanted a fight, he would be ready to bring any simmer of hatred in their own blood towards his tribe, the Amazons, to match the boil of blood carried towards them. Quietly he scoped out the area, and then heard someone to the right of him coughing. They were close to him, too close. He turned and saw nothing.

"You vile Shamit's, reveal yourself now!"

Suddenly he noticed the body on his shoulders shifting and groaning, Ranma tossed the body off of himself and heard the woman shriek. After he himself regained composure from shock, he walked over to her and heard her speaking in a tongue incomprehensible. Ranma gave a sly grin as he looked at the terrified female, he gripped her mouth to shut her up,

"My village will be very pleased with me, we have not had someone as exquisite as you in quite some time."

He threw her back on his shoulder

"The village will love me now, my manhood will be restored…yes you are quite the delicacy indeed."

Akane could hardly breathe, she had never been carried in such an uncompromising manner, and she assumed the guy carrying her could probably care less that she was in pain. She bit her lip every time it felt unbearable, she didn't want to speak, the man had made it very clear she wasn't to verbalize anything. She couldn't understand him, but actions speak louder than words. Akane had no idea how she got here, she tried going over previous events, but nothing came to her. Looking at her surroundings she could only gather she was FAR from home. She probably got in a plane wreck, probably from being on a film shoot…. and then suddenly it came back to her.

"Ryoga!"

Akane's heart sank. Her beloved husband, and she…Akane began to cry.

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So...Ranma and Akane have met! hee hee, i bet there are plenty of questions brewing...like 'how can ranma's manhood be restored?' or 'why is Akane a delicacy?'.. and then there is the twist i decided to put of them not even speaking the same language! Akane speaks Japanese, and Ranma, well...he only speaks Chinese...answers are coming though, i am not that cruel. i hope this is.. if anything, different from the typical fanfic.

thanks!

Valentina Fuori