(A/N) Oops! I almost skipped over this chapter, can you believe it? Then there'd be a gap I'd have to fix! Oh, no! Not that!
In any case, let this continue! By the by, how do you like my new divider? doesn't delete it, so I use it .
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Disclaimer:
So sadRyoh's not mine
And neither are Ryoga
Or Mousse or Happosai either
No, no
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(A/N) Err…yeah. I can't seem to stay away from those things.
Now, back to the story!
Oh, and, as usual:
\…/ hikari to yami
/…\ yami to hikari
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Chapter Three"Meet my Disciple"
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Ryoga's and Happosai's happy argument was abruptly cut off when a young man with shockingly white hair and pale skin, dressed in black with the pendant the dog had been wearing in plain view, burst into the room.
"Ah!" Happosai cried, "Ryoga, this is Ryoh, my latest disciple."
"Hello," Ryoh said pleasantly, "Master Happosai hasn't told me a thing about you, although that's probably for the best."
"Yes, it probably is," agreed Ryoga. "So tell me, how did you meet this despicable old man?"
"He stole my cruise ticket, so I had to sneak on board."
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Ryoh smiled brightly at Ryoga. The martial artist was clearly slow on the uptake.
/He sure is!\ Bakura cried, entusiasticly. /He hasn't even asked about the Ring yet!\
\You're right, he hasn't/ Ryoh agreed, awed.
"Hey, uh…Ryoh? You look a little dazed." Ryoga hesitantly pointed out. "Are you alright?"
"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," Ryoh muttered. "Sometimes I daze off a bit, that's all."
"Make sure you don't do that in a fight," Ryoga joked.
"I'll make sure not to," Ryoh joked back.
"Well then, since we're all on better terms with one another, what say we all have some tea," Happosai suggested, looking crafty.
"Sounds good," Ryoh and Ryoga both responded exuberantly.
/I don't trust this, Yadonushi-sama. He's trying to make trouble.\
\I agree. We'll have to be careful, Yami-sama./
"Hey, Ryoh," Ryoga began, "I think Happosai has some sort of mischief planned."
"Most likely, Ryoga. Master Happosai really does enjoy causing trouble."
"Right. So, if he does, do we unite against him?"
"I don't know, Ryoga. I don't really want the Master mad at me. If he causes trouble, I'll probably sit back and watch the show."
"What if he does something really bad, though?"
"Then we'll see what I do, won't we?"
\Yami-sama, you don't think Master Happosai would splash me with cold water, do you/
/He probably wouldn't, but if he does, I'll take over before it hits. Then I'll pretend to be you.\
\Good idea./
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"Hey, Akane!" Ranma called out.
"Oh, Ranma! Do you want to try the cookies I just baked?" the short-haired girl asked hopefully, "I did like Kasume said and double-checked the ingreedeants before I put them in!"
"Look, Akane, I was going to tell you about what our paranoid fathers cooked up, but if you want me to poison myself instead…"
"Ranma!" Akane shouted, "how about you actually try my cookies before you say things like that?"
"Alright then, but I want you to try them first."
"Ranma, stop stalling and try my cookies," Akane cried, exasperated, as she shoved the plate toward him.
"Oh, alright," Ranma grumbled. He picked up one of the ominously lumpy and slightly burnt possibly chocolate chip cookies, closed his eyes, and popped it into his mouth.
Akane sighed as Ranma chewed, swallowed, and collapsed to the floor, choking. And she'd thought she'd done so well, too!
"So, what was it you wanted to tell me?" she asked.
"Uuaagh…" Ranma groaned as he spat out the remains of an ill-fated possibly chocolate chip cookie. "Oh, yeah! Our dad's think the old goat's coming back, and he's gonna be worse than ever!"
"Happosai coming back, worse than before? What can we do about it?"
"I don't think it's gonna happen. There's no cause for worry!"
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
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Alas, there was cause to worry.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh…" Happosai laughed to himself. "With Ryoh to spy for me and distract Ranma, I'll be able to do whatever I please with no consequences whatsoever!" The perverted old man continued to cackle and plot as he brought the tea back for Ryoh, Ryoga, and himself.
He came in just in time to see Ryoh's eyes unglazed. It was just a bit disorienting when he that. Maybe it was some weird technique he picked up elsewhere in the world…
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Ryoh snapped out of his internal conversation with Bakura about wether or not Happosai would try some cheap trick, because the old man was entering the room.
"Master Happosai, let me help you with the tea," Ryoh said as he rose. Bakura separated so that he could keep a better eye on the ancient panytphile.
"Good, good, Ryoh. And after tea, you can escort Ryoga back to his suite."
"Can't he find it on his own?"
"Why don't you ask him, Ryoh? Go on."
"Ryoga," Ryoh began as he poured some tea, "Master Happosai said that I should go back to your room with you."
"Oh, would you? It's room 793, and my sense of direction is so—so terrible that I would never find it on my own," at this point, Ryoga was so overcome with self-pity that he began to cry.
"Don't worry," Ryoh reassured the wailing martial-artist, "I'll guide you."
"Thank you, thank you," Ryoga sniffed. "Thank you so much!"
/Ugh,\ Bakura commented/too much emotion.\ Then he took over.
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Ryoga gasped as a sinister aura enveloped Ryoh. The now ominous slim young martial artist treated Ryoga to a carnal grin, displaying wicked fangs.
"I'm sorry," the thing pretending to be Ryoh insincerely apologized, "I have a bit of a headach. I'm sure Master Happosai's dog can help you."
'Hmm,' Ryoga thought, 'what if the dog is really Ryoh? I know!'
Ryoga pulled a bucket of cold water out of nowhere (seriously, where do they get those things?) and shouted, "take this!"
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Happosai gasped as Ryoga threw water all over Ryoh. If the victim of the Spring of Drowned Pig learned his new disciple's secret, Happosai would loose his advantage! The old man stared in horror as the water struck its target, only for his eyes to bug out when the slim, pale, mysteriously menacing figure failed to turn into a dog.
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Bakura grinned to himself when Happosai's eyes bugged out. Ryoh was a dog again, which was fine by him.
"Now, I'll go and get Inu to guide you back to your room," he growled, pretending to be angry at having been soaked. He went into the other room, removed his clothing, dried off, and switched with Ryoh.
Ryoh trotted out and barked to get Ryoga's attention. He'd take the directionally challenged boy back to his room.
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Ryoga felt embarrassed. And he'd felt so sure that Ryoh had fallen in the Spring of Drowned Dog, too. But when he soaked him, nothing had happened.
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Happosai's mind boggled. If he could find out how Ryoh had delayed his transformation, he could taunt Ranma with it, or maybe use the knowledge to trap him in his female form.
Yes, if he could do that, Ranma would be hopeless!
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Ranma shuddered.
"What was that?" Akane asked him.
"Dunno. Sudden chill," he replied. 'What could it be?' he wondered.
"Oh, it's nothing, then," Akane supplied. "Happens all the time to me."
"Alright then."
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(A/N) Thanks again to all those who bothered to review, without you, I wouldn't bother to continue this fic.
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Happiness's Deceit: To TT: sorry if I forgot the pants, yes, he is wearing them, they're skintight and black. Happy with the picture now? To Kai: I've already written the next chapter, I just can't type more than one a day without hurting myself.
Misawa Kaitou: I know it's spelled "Ryou" I just spell it "Ryoh" as a reminder of how to pronounce it. And, could you stop asking who's going to show up? I don't know who's going to show up until they show up. Probably not, but it's not a sure thing.